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ga-yuu · 3 years ago

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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 21~

Before reading this story I suggest you read Kurama and Ibuki's past. Also I’m sorry for not putting any screenshots of the chapter, I accidently deleted it.

Chapter 20

-------Part 1-------

After bathing, we returned to the temple in the mountains and started preparing for bed. Kurama: "Sleep well tonight. We have to leave early, tomorrow." Yoshino: ".....Mm." (It's just the two of us in the same room....now, I'm starting to get nervous....) I started blushing as I recall our time at the lake. I lay down in the corner of the room and used my haori to cover up. Yoshino: "Doesn't Kurama ever sleep?" Kurama: "You know, right? Demons don't need sleep, unlike humans." Yoshino: "I see...." Kurama: "Why are you making that face?" (Ah......) Suddenly Kurama came to my side and kneeled down to turn my face towards him. Kurama: "Is that an invitation to sleep together? Or...is it a plea to make love to you." As soon as I heard those words, my heart started beating fast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. What if, it is.....(+4/+4) 2. I don't care.... 3. Not at all... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yoshino: "......What if, it is?" I was so excited that I almost forgot how to breathe and pretended to be calm... Kurama: "Then, I'll fill your head and body with more pleasure than you can possibly imagine." Yoshino: "You know what, forget it." Kurama: "Then what do you want? What are you thinking?" Kurama's fingers caress my cheek in a compassionate manner. (You're not teasing me, right.....?) The touch of his palm that has the power to kill me in an instant was terribly gentle. That's why my heart is beating faster and faster because I can't get rid of it. Yoshino: "I was just feeling anxious." Kurama: "Anxious of what?" Yoshino: "It's just....Kurama will be awake while I'm sleeping, right? So I was anxious about embarrassing myself in front of you when I'm asleep. Like, what if I sleep talk or snore loudly...?" Kurama: ".........." Yoshino: "Oh, you're probably thinking, 'What a load of rubbish,' aren't you?" A hint of dismay flashed across Kurama's face. Kurama: "Ohh, I see you've learned to read my thoughts." (I was right....) Yoshino: "Of course, I know that Kurama isn't interested in seeing me asleep....But even so, it's embarrassing to know that you were watching me sleep." Kurama: "Stupid woman." Yoshino: "Stupid...?" I lightly looked at Kurama. Kurama: "Why do you think I'd be more interested if you went to the trouble of saying so?" (Ehh...) Yoshino: "No no way." Kurama: "Don't worry. I'll tell you tomorrow if you were drooling or not." Yoshino: "Hey!!!" (Wow!!) He gently pushed me down to the bed when I tried getting up. Then, his big hand covered my eyes. Kurama: "Sleep now." Kurama's deep voice was gentle in the darkness created. Kurama: "What I see of you now will never swoon me. I've seen you scared, in tears and.....also you're sultry face when I play with you." (...What are you...) The embarrassment never went away, but the mystery was compelling. Yoshino: "Indeed, I have always been my true self to Kurama." Kurama: "You're the only woman I've ever known who could be so brazen in front of me."

-------Part 2-------

Kurama: "You're the only woman I've ever known who could be so brazen in front of me." Yoshino: "Hehe...really? But..." (I feel like I can express my feelings more honestly now that I can't see Kurama's face.) Yoshino: "I just couldn't complete with Kurama, who was so much stronger and different than me. First I didn't want to be killed, then I wanted to be recognized.....and finally, I wanted to be equal." Kurama: "-----I see." Yoshino: "Mm....." I felt Kurama's other hand gently stroking my hair. (It feels good. I wish you would do it all the time.) I know that my wish wouldn't come true. We sharpen our awareness of the feeling that we may never be given again. Kurama: "-----Yoshino." Whether in a dream or not, I heard Kurama's voice calling my name. That was the last thing I remembered that night. When Kurama sees Yoshino starting to breathe slowly, he stops stroking her hair. Kurama: ".....Yoshino? You're already asleep." Her face was more innocent than usual. Kurama was sitting in crossed leg position, leaned forward, and looked at her with an insatiable gaze. Kurama: "What I see of you now will never swoon me" is what I said....why did I lie?" The smile on her face when she looks at something trivial, the peaceful look on her face when she sleeps. Those moments always touched Kurama's heart and will probably never go away. Kurama: "What is this...feeling?" (It's called love, dumbass!) Kurama put his hand to his chest in the darkness and raised an eyebrow.... ..................... ------Next day, early morning. Yoshino: "We're going to join up with the Rebel reinforcements, aren't we?" Kurama: "Yes." I was walking along with Kurama into the mountains. Kurama: "In half a day or so the reinforcements will arrive on the battlefield, and we'll make our way to a point where we can join them. It's a circuitous route, but it's easier to deceive the enemy if you go through the mountains. If we should meet any assassins, I will destroy them myself. If the Rebels and the Shogunate are to assemble, the Imperial Court will have gathered a number of pawns to oppose them." (There's no one more reliable than you to have on my side. But....) Kurama: "What? If you have something to say, say it." Yoshino: "Of course, I agree with the plan, but I thought it was a surprising decision for Kurama." (From what I've seen so far, Kurama could fly through the air and join up with the reinforcements at once and....) (He also said, he is going to find the enemy and beat them up...) I didn't have to explain myself to everyone, that I understood what he's trying to say. Then Kurama opens his mouth annoyingly. Kurama: "In the shadows of the marauders of the court are at least Yasuchika and Ibuki."

------Part 3------

Kurama: "In the shadows of the marauders of the court are at least Yasuchika and Ibuki. We don't know what they're up to, but it's easier to fight after making sure your safe." (You mean you've changed your normal ways because of me....?) Kurama, who is not stained by anyone else, is working for me. I didn't even know whether to be happy or horrified, so I just kept quiet. Kurama: "Wait!" (Hm?) Suddenly his hand blocks my way and my body stops. The air around Kurama was tense at once. Kurama: "Come on out----Ibuki!" Yoshino: "!!" In an instant, a blade of wind blows and cuts through the depths of the grove. Ibuki: ".....My my, that was scary. I could have died, you know." (Shuten Doji, Ibuki!) Ibuki walks towards us with a relaxed expression on his face, and despite his words, he is unharmed. Kurama: "How did you find out where we were?" Ibuki: "I was having a hard time because I lost the traces of your magic. I had no choice but to cry and beg Yasuchika to help me. He used some kind of astrology or something and here I am." (Yasuchika-san can do that too....? That guy is unbelievable.) Kurama: "Do you really think I'll believe that?" Ibuki: "You're right. You're the third person who I can't trick. But more importantly, what's your deal with her?" (Me....?) I squeezed my fingertips together and stared back into Ibuki's amused eyes. Kurama: "I don't have any business with her." Ibuki: "Really?" Ibuki raised one hand in the air as if it were an extension of small talk between friends. Ibuki: "Then, you won't mind if I take her, right?" Kurama: "----!! Come here." (This is!?) Something like a thunderbolt is running around Ibuki. The next moment----- Yoshino: "Kyaa!!" The roar was deafening and the light dazzled me with its intensity. At the same time, my body is already flying in the air, held by Kurama. Kurama: "Hold on tight." Yoshino: "Yes." I looked back and saw that the ground where we had been standing was scorched by the bolt of lightning. (This is Ibuki's power!?) Ibuki: "Oops, I missed." Once again, a bolt of lightning shot through the air, which Kurama avoided with me in his arms. We tried to go further up, but.... Kurama: "-----A barrier!" As if sensing an invisible wall, Kurama swooped down and clicked his tongue. Ibuki: "The only way to trap flying birds is to put it in a cage." (You mean, we're trapped in here, forever?) Ibuki: "Well, it won't last long---I'm afraid we'll have to settle for a short game, Kurama." Kurama: "I don't need to be told that I'm not going to have a long game with you." The air swirls and distorts noisily, and countless transparent blades head towards Ibuki. Ibuki: "Heh.....Hahaha...." Ibuki jumped to his feet, pulled out his greatsword, and thrust it hard into the ground. Then the sands of the earth flew up like a shield to protect Ibuki. (What is that!?) Yoshino: "I thought your power is thunder....how can you...?" Ibuki: "It is a simple application. The iron in the sand is attracted by my lightning power."

-------Part 4-------

Ibuki: "It is a simple application. The iron in the sand is attracted by my lightning power." Kurama: "Clever as ever." A flash of a fan sends a gust of wind so strong that it is impossible to stand properly and breaks the wall of sand. Ibuki: "...!" Behind the dust, blood trickled down Ibuki's shoulders and arms. (So much power....!) Ibuki: "I'm impressed you're this strong even after making a deal with a human. As expected of the Karasu Tengu, the quality and quantity of his abilities are far different from those of any other ordinary." Kurama: "Don't try to flatter me. The same goes for you too. But----" His red eyes sharply narrowed. Kurama: "Ibuki, you are sharing your power with someone. With whom?" Yoshino: "Eh..." Ibuki: "You're as intuitive as ever." Kurama: "I was wondering what you were doing with all that power...there's something wrong with the quality of your powers and the smell." Ibuki: "..............." Yoshino: "No way, Ibuki also made a deal....?" (However.) -----Tamamo told me that it was very rare for a demon to make a deal. (Because it halves their power by sharing it with humans.) (He said they don't make a deal with humans unless they like them very much.) Yoshino: "Maybe, Yasuchika-san.....?" Ibuki: "Wrong. Making a deal with an Onmyoji will cancel out each other's powers and we'll both destroy ourselves." (Then who....) Ibuki: "There's one more interesting person." Kurama: "Interesting, huh?" With me behind him, and Ibuki at a distance, Kurama continued calmly. Kurama: "Your powers had been subtly altered. I've never heard of anyone influencing the quality of the power cast by a demon." Ibuki: "You'll both meet each other soon enough. For now, watch me....okay?" Holding his greatsword above his head with one hand, Ibuki smiled wryly. Kurama: "Yoshino, get down." Yoshino: "I'll fight too. I can use my powers...." (I want to be an equal----because I want to be strong.) Kurama frowned but tried not to stop me anymore. Ibuki: "You two are so cute. But there's nothing more frightening than an impromptu fight." (Ah.....) A white flash of light comes from the sword, which is swung with ease. Kurama: "Yoshino!" I raised my hand towards him and Kurama holds me. (I'm scared, but.) (If we can't fight here, everything we've been worrying about will be for nothing!) (Please, lend me the power of the nine-tail fox!) Ibuki: "Let's see what you got."

-------Part 5------

Ibuki: "Let's see what you got." The golden dew rises and the palms of my hands become hot. But a series of thunderbolts were aimed at me again. Yoshino: "Nn...." (He's too strong. I can't take him on my own!) I was on the verge of being scorched and Kurama was quickly holding me and kicking the earth. Yoshino: "T-Thank you." Kurama: "You stay focused. I'll dodge and counterattack." Ibuki: "So you've changed your mind about making her as your toy? Kurama." The blades of the wind are caught and dodged one by one. Moving too fast for his height, Ibuki unexpectedly lifted a rock from the ground. Kurama: "...!" (Ngh.....) Ibuki: "Here we go." Without saying a word, Kurama hits the thrown rock with a tremendous wind and reduces its momentum, but----- The impact of the rock, which just barely missed the path of the direct hit, knocked me off my feet and sent me stumbling. Kurama: "Yoshino!" Ibuki: "There there." Kurama: "Nn...ha..." A flash of lightning burned Kurama's arm as he brought me to my feet. Yoshino: "Kurama!" Kurama: "It doesn't matter..." (You got hurt because of me...) I bit my lips when I see Kurama covering me up with his bleeding hand. Ibuki: "You can counteract the ability, but you can't prevent a direct attack. A mixture of powers and brute strength will be enough to counteract it. Too bad, huh? Yoshino." (I know....the weakness of my fox power is that I can't fight alone. But....) Yoshino: "I can't believe this..." I look at the rocks on the ground and mutter. Ibuki: "There's nothing to be surprised about. Demons are known for their strength." Kurama: "If you

want to show off, do it somewhere else." Ibuki: "Don't be so sure, Karasu Tengu must also have things to be proud of, right?" Ibuki grumbled as a wall of sand barely blocked the deadly wind. Ibuki: "Karasu Tengu is not only powerful, but they are also fast and use their wings to attack in all directions. But Kurama, unfortunately with Yoshino in your arms, you've been denied that advantage." (Ah.....) Kurama: "..........." I looked up Kurama without thinking of the strong wind. Ibuki: "Is this your first time fighting for someone?----Boy, you look like you're having a hard time." Kurama: "Shut up." (....I knew. I knew I was slowing down Kurama.) Ibuki's shield, a wall of sand, collapsed with the blade of the wind. Ibuki kicked the ground in spite of this. Ibuki: "I love to hear you calling me 'Oni-san' again..." A whirlpool of wind flies in pursuit of it, and the dust again stands in the way, moving as if trying to swallow it up. Ibuki: "You're weak now, Kurama. In the old days, you had a chance to win against me." (Be careful!) In a single breath, Ibuki's sword swung down on Kurama. Kurama: "----You don't get to tell me about my past." The heavy blow was caught by Kurama's iron fan. But he was pushed by the great force----- (It is because he got hurt earlier....?) Ibuki: "Didn't I tell you? Kurama. The weaklings are destined to die at the feet of stronger ones. I'll remind you of the humiliation of being taken from you by force." Kurama: "Nn...." (What!?) The sword and the fan touched each other with a crisp sound, and blue-white sparks flew from them. The impact created a momentary gap and Ibuki slashed Kurama across the shoulder. Yoshino: "Kurama!" Fresh blood dripped down and stained Kurama's kimono. (......I can't believe that Kurama is so hurt.) Kurama: "----A different kind of power wrapped in the golden air. Depressing as ever." Ibuki: "You know me too well. Well, I did raise you with these hands. Oh, by the way, Kurama....do you remember a promise I made a long time ago? That, one day you'll have someone you care about, and I'll break them with my own hands." The tip of Ibuki's sword, raised in laughter, was suddenly pointed at me. (Eh....) Ibuki: "That time has come." Kurama: "Stop! Ibuki-----" Yoshino: "......!!" Kurama pushes me and I fall to the ground. The next moment, I felt a splash of blood on my face. I realized it was Kurama's blood. Yoshino: "Kurama...what..." Kurama: "Nn.....Didn't I order you not to get scratched by other men?" Chapter 22

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years ago

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Hotspot Pt.1

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1331

Warning: Sub!Yangyang, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Degradation, Profanity, Public humiliation, Edging, Orgasm denial, Spanking, Yangyang's lame Earth sandwich joke

A/N:

1. Yangyang’s name (揚) has the same pronunciation as “lamb/sheep” (羊) in Mandarin, so y’all would see the word-fuck (X) word-play (O) on this often throughout the fic

2. Been planning to re-upload this fic from my old deleted acc but wanted to extend it and make some changes, yet was clueless before, but then I eventually got inspired, so I decided to release it as part one of something bigger, thanks to this anon for providing me with ideas for part two, and thanks to @wildernessuntothemselves for forcing (X) suggesting (O) me to collect the XiaoHenYang aka her TMTM trio

3. It’s almost Xiaojun’s birthday yet I posted Yangyang content, I’m sorry my lovely prince. Anyone who’s thirsty for him can read my month-old upload here

“Goddamn-f-fuck, please!” Yangyang swears in utter desperation as you suddenly withdraw your hand from his cock, denying his first orgasm. He shifts in the chair in an attempt to grab you, but futile since his hands are tied behind it, as he’s kneeling on the seat facing backward with his ass pushed out, while his legs are forced open wide since both his thighs are secured to the armrests of the chair as well, rendering him into a compromising position.

“Brats like you don’t deserve to cum.” You state icily before thrashing his sensitive rear with the paddle. "You never want to miss a chance to annoy me with all that endless fussing, don't you?"

"I don't deserve this punishment with just that Earth sandwich joke...ahh stopppp…"

"That lame joke is not the point, you brat." You hiss, tugging his hair, as Yangyang's hard-on jolts at the sudden sensation of pain. "Remember how awfully much you snickered about making a sandwich with my pussy around your dick hmm? Giving me that stupid devilish grin whenever you have one for meals? Even shamelessly bragging about it in front of other members to embarrass the hell out of me? You are just a pathetic horny little lamb…"

"C-c'mon, it's not that b-bad when you actually like my teasing..." Yangyang gasps in between your relentless spanks in arousal, as you can tell that his second orgasm is nearing.

"Oh? How you like this sandwich with my hand then?" You smirk as you wrap your hand around his cock again, fingers irregular dancing on the tip yet not pumping him.

"Ahh-L-like it! Just let me cum goddamn it!" Yangyang's whole body tenses up and curls up as he can't handle the teasing anymore.

"That's not how you ask for things, bad little lamb." You chastise while giving a slap on his angry red cock, earning a yelp from him.

“...P-please Mistress let me cum…” Yangyang begs, his proud form finally breaking down.

“Good try, but not quite.” You smirk, before resuming his spanking again.

“Ahhh Mistress I’ll be a good little lamb for you...now p-please let me cum…” Yangyang’s voice falters at the denial of his second orgasm.

“That’s my cute little lamb…” You praise as you peck his now teary cheek, before finally granting him release with your hand, as he lets out a loud moan upon climaxing.

“Now you know you shouldn’t be bragging about sandwiches too often.” You embrace Yangyang in your arm while soothing his red flesh with the other, calming the sobbing boy down.

“You should be more kind to me since you already sin too much torturing me…” Yangyang gazes into you as he forms a cheeky pout, the way how he quickly returns to his usual mischievous self surprising you a little.

"I am already showing you enough kindness by letting you cum without much teasing." You sneer as you wipe the white tendrils off Yangyang’s gradually limping cock and your hand.

"Without much teasing? Says someone who literally edged me twice, so fucking bossy." Yangyang retorts while letting out a sigh of relief as you untied his hands behind the chair.

"I am sure you can take much more than that, usually I would edge you for hours until your bratty mouth can't talk back to me anymore." You imply your annoyance for his endless ripostes, since it's always difficult for your boyfriend to just be grateful for his orgasms instead of being cheeky.

"Nah you are just sadistic as hell. You are just one cruel cougar who loves my suffering too much." Oblivious of your hint for him to behave, your boyfriend still continues his complaints, redressing himself while smirking at you.

"Cheeky boys deserve to be disciplined with cruelty, and somehow you like it too much, and love to ask for more by being a nuisance, don't you, my little painslut?" You reply slyly, another punishment for this ungrateful boy beginning to form.

"Now that your butt cheeks are rosy hot spots…” You say thoughtfully as you rub his ass teasingly. “...I am gonna give you the taste of real embarrassing punishment. Now give me your phone."

Yangyang reluctantly hands you his phone. "What for?"

"Unlock it."

"No!"

"Just obey me you brat." You hiss while tugging his hair, forcing him to comply with a wince.

"Don't worry, I am not gonna post something weird on social media." You reassure him while opening up settings on his phone. "But, everyone will know someone has been a slutty hotspot in heat while connecting to wifi…" You triumphantly smirk as you click "Save" after changing his SSID.

"'Mistress’ Slutty Lil 🐑🐑'? Hell no that's embarrassing!!" He snatches back his phone in an attempt to undo your act of mischief.

"Do not ever try to change it." You demand sternly, covering his screen with your palm. "If I catch you disobey me, you will get punished even harder. Understand, Mistress’ slutty little lamb?"

"Alright…" Yangyang sighs and facepalms, already internally freaking out about how his members will react upon seeing this.

You smirk in delight as you both leave your makeshift playroom, which is a storage room, to catch up on your normal lives. Yangyang returns to his members as you meet up with other staff to participate in a meeting discussing details of upcoming shootings for the next project.

Yangyang slouches back to his room but gets caught up with Lucas before he can retreat behind the door.

"Yo bro, care to explain this?" Lucas holds his screen in front of the younger's face, grinning so knowingly that Yangyang has to fight back every urge to punch him in the face.

"See no evil." He weakly protests, hoping not to embarrass himself even further, and shuts the door in Lucas' face.

Thinking he has escaped the ordeal, he doesn't realize how bad things can get until he opens up the WayV group chat. Hendery has posted a screenshot of all the WiFi SSIDs his phone detected and circled the obvious questionable one, and all the other members reacted with either stickers with laughing expressions or words like "Our naughty 🐑 has finally got the taste of his medicine!" or "Y/N'S REALLY MAD LMAO", all of their mockings make Yangyang wants to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

Red with both embarrassment and resentment, he decides to defy you as his devilish side begins to awake. Since he's never the type to listen well to anyone, then why should he this time? Besides, he feels his body begins to heat up with a familiar tingle again as he thinks about all the pain and degrading words that will be inflicted on him after you find out about his rebel, as he brazenly invites more with more provocative and insolent remarks, then eventually feeling himself dissolving into ascending sting and humiliation that turn into euphoric pleasure soon afterwards…

Licking his lips at the indecent thoughts, he alters the SSID and waits impatiently for your discovery.

Ten minutes later, he receives a screenshot from you as well as an angered message from you. "'Mistress’ bossy af 👿'? You fucking brat."

"Just telling the truth 🤷"

"You are originally getting 20 paddles on your bare ass, now it's 40."

"Shouldn't you focus on your meeting first?"

"IDGAF now. Change it to 'Fuck Lil Slutty🐑 Pls😩' in under a minute or you're getting 80."

80 spanks? Yangyang ponders. Tho being a painslut he is, he still needs to make sure that he can function normally tomorrow to avoid more unwanted attention. Sighing, he decides to give in to you and finally obeys.

Sliding off nearly every notification from the uproar in his group chat for this even more humiliating SSID, he feels unexpectedly even more exhilarated at your praising messages that concludes with a specific time and place to meet up for the main course of punishment that he both somewhat fears but also craves.

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stachmousworld · 4 years ago

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Steve is dumb (Part 3)

Tags: Somnophilia kink, Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, a lot of teasing too, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

Summary: Steve finally gets some action.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

A week later

Steve couldn’t believe it. He threw his jacket on his couch and flopped on it. He laid there staring at the ceiling.

This entire night has been shitty. Entirely shitty.

There were no words for what happened. Sylvie, his wife, has been hellbent on meeting everyone in the goddamn room and has flashed her jewelry to everyone who didn’t even care. She hadn’t tried to stay polite and had dismissed a lot of influential people. The same people who financed his art department.

He needed to call Tony and ask him to do some control damage. They were supposed to raise some money to help students pay their tuitions. Steve was afraid that Sylvie had ruined it. He had known from the get-go that she was vain. But tonight had been particularly awful. She has raised the bar and broke her own record.

Someone knocked on his door. Before Steve could speak the door swung open revealing a disheveled Bucky. He was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. His pants were still open. His face was red. There were a few hickeys on the top of his chest and his hair was down. Steve took a deep breath not ready to enter this territory right now. Or ever.

“I’m sorry Stevie, but I gotta go. Some kind of emergency,” he struggled with his pants. “Fuck, my belt is still in her room. Well, fuck it.” He pulled his hair into a bun. “Can you do something for me?” he asked urgently.

Steve waved his hand telling him to go on.

“I…I know we haven’t really talk since last week but tonight was supposed to be really special,” he babbled. “You know that we talked about somnophilia and how she was really excited to do it, right?” Steve barely hummed. “We were supposed to do that tonight. She is already asleep, and I barely got the time to prepare her that…” He showed his phone. “Emergency.”

Steve sat slowly upright. “You want me to have sex with my stepdaughter, while she is sleeping, and she doesn’t know that it’s me?”

“Well, it’s her biggest fantasy, Steve.” Steve opened his mouth to argue. “No, listen. She had told me about her…” He looked behind him as if she’d popped up. “fantasy journal.” He finished in a whisper as if it made sense to Steve. “Please, Steve, I beg you. I promised her.”

“Yeah, YOU promised her to fuck her. Not me,” he rectified, stretching his sore muscles.

“But it’s literally her fantasy. I-I-I.” Bucky threw his hands in the air. “Ok, you know what, I’m going to send you the screenshots of our convo and let you decide.”

Bucky tapped angrily on his screen and puffed. He put back his phone in his bag and left the room with little to no words.

Steve staid still, ignoring his phone. He took a few breaths to calm the small buzz below his skin. Once the phone stopped vibrating, he finally decided to give in. He should go to sleep and pretend nothing happened. He should put his phone back on the table and leave the room. He should…

Despite his resolved, he unlocked his phone and read the messages. All 10 of them. They went from descriptive to porn. Some had a plot and others were just about her being his “cum dump”.

It took him way more time register the words on the phone. She really…really wanted that. Steve bit his lips and rose to his feet. Before he could chicken out and go to his room, where his drunk wife was probably passed out, he walked to his stepdaughter room.

The air was unbearable. Every time Steve inhaled, he was unfairly attacked by a sweet carnal scent. Arousal and sweat. Steve closed the door behind him and pressed his back against the cool wood.

“What are you doing, Steve?” He asked himself. “You should go to your bed and forget about this crazy night.”

Instead, his body moved by itself. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pants, letting the silky material slide on the floor. He bent to take them and played with the material. Why was it so difficult? He sighed and folded his clothes. His boxers were next.

“That’s it,” he said to no one. “I’m really going to cross that line.”

He walked to the bed and slid under the cover. He laid there, still, eyes on the ceiling. Her breathing was shallow and rhythmic. He got lulled by it for a second. Until his arousal was hard to ignore. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs.

He took a deep breath, readying himself, and scooted toward her. He pushed her on her back and laid on her. She was still deeply sleeping.

“What am I doing?” he whispered, lost. He nudged her legs open and instinctively rocked his hips against hers. He hissed and moan as his cock slid between her lips. Wet noises could be heard even from under the cover. Steve accented his thrusted, pressing against the warmth and wetness.

“God, so good,” he moaned into her ears, before kissing her neck. He sucked and bit the appetizing relaxed tendon. His mind whirled around his pleasure and all his fears went through the window.

It was becoming unbearably hot under the cover. Steve threw them away, still thrusting. If he stopped…if he stopped…his mind shut down. Under the moon natural light, her body was ethereal. Even in his dreams he never could have imagined it.

Attracted by the brown areola, he leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth. He grazed softly the hardening bead with his teeth. He tried to take more of her boob in his mouth and almost choke. Steve went back to sucking and licking until both her breasts was covered in his own saliva.

He started palming her boobs enjoying the weight. “What am I doing?” he asked again. He grabbed his dick and slapped her clit. He slid the tip of his dick on her hole and froze. He had forgotten the condom. He barely repressed a relieved sigh. Maybe it was his way out. He’d go out of the bed and realize how stupid he was. Yeah…that was a…

The body underneath moved, yet so slightly, but enough for his tip to enter her willing body. Steve’s mind shut down. Again. His instincts, needs and deeper feelings took over.

He finally let go.

He leaned forward and pushed into her. He wanted to be gentle…He wanted to take it slow…he swore it was true…but…she was too tight, to wet…he had wanted to do that for so…

He let out a screamed as he slammed into her. Her boobs jostled under the force. She was still sleeping. The dark side of Steve rejoiced in her stillness. He wanted her to wake up as he pounded into her. He wanted to see her wake up with his cum leaking from her hole and a certain ache…

He leaned down and muttered to her ears. “Such a good Baby girl. So good for Daddy.” If the words had sounded so surreal in his dreams, hearing himself pronouncing them made everything concrete. He was fucking his stepdaughter and she wanted him.

Steve’s eyes rolled as his greedy pleasure grew. “I’ll fuck you tomorrow, don’t worry.” He bit her lobe “One you wake up I’ll fuck you 6 ways till Sunday. I’ll fuck you in the car, on the table, in the garden for everyone to see…”

He grabbed her legs, bending them onto her chest and pounded deeper into her. His balls slapped against her ass. God…she took all of him.

He gazed at her in awe. His orgasm was near. He fastened the pace enjoying the contact of their hips. He’d let a bruise he was sure. She’d finally belong to him. Fuck…his balls were tight and heavy.

“Daddy’s going to cum into you. You like that don’t you?” Her walls spasmed against his hard shaft. He gave threw sharp thrusts and came. Deep inside.

Fuck!

He fell onto her, not caring if he was too heavy. He wanted to enjoy her body a little bit longer.

It took him a few minutes to calm down and get his breathing under control. He kissed her sweaty face, rolled besides her and stood up. He took the time to cover her, but before palming her breasts a little longer.

Steve groaned at his indecisiveness.

Go, go now, his rational side screamed at him. You’ve done it, so go now.

She started moving in her sleep. She rolled onto her front and bend her right leg high. High enough for Steve to see his cum profusely dripping from her greedy hole.

He dropped his clothes and climbed back on the bed. He kissed her back, licking her spine. He slapped a few times her buttcheeks enjoying the roundness. He pressed two fingers in. Her eyebrows furrowed making him grin. A little more and she’d wake up. How would she react? Would she be thrilled that she finally got what she wanted or disgusted? No…definitely not disgusted. Her fantasies had been to wild and recurrent for her not to really want it.

The door creaked open. Steve pulled the cover over both of their body and laid flat on her. Why the fuck was Sylvie still awake? Steve felt the adrenaline pumping into his veins mixing with the overall arousal. In other words, he was hard as a rock and the hot body beneath didn’t help. His dick was perfectly nestled between her lips. A little more and he’d be inside of her.

He closed his eyes and grimaced under the torturous choice. Sylvie didn’t come in the room. She stayed at the doorframe. Steve couldn’t make up what she was saying, through all the blood rushing through his body.

Just a little…he thrusted forward and was easily welcomed into her tight pussy. He cussed under his breath, not really caring if Sylvie heard him. Even after being thoroughly pounded she was still tight. Steve dropped his head on her back, hands roaming her sides. He grabbed other leg and bent it. His dick slid deeper and deeper.

Steve’s carnal needs snapped. He bit her neck and started moving slowly. All that mattered was the warmth around him and the wet slid. He’d never leave her warmth.

Never.

That’s why it took him more times to realize that Sylvie has stopped talking. He barely moved when she pulled the cover, enough for the top of her stepdaughter’s head was visible. She leaned and kissed her.

“It’s a furnace under these covers. I don’t know how you can breathe,” she stated, pulling the rest of the cover. Steve’s breath halted. Fortunately, Sylvie’s phone rang, before she could see him. She groaned and left the room quickly.

Steve exhaled. His hips kept moving chasing some sort of relief. If he’d been on the edge before, he was now hyperaware. His nerves were on fire, his brain overstimulated.

Sylvie could have seen them. Sylvie could have seen balls deep inside her sleepy stepdaughter. Steve chuckled. He went on his hands and accelerated. His hips met her butt making the full globes bounce. His balls slapped her clit repeatedly.

He growled and tensed when she started moaning. He grabbed her hair in his fists and slammed into her. He didn’t even care if she woke up. All he wanted was to breed the hell out of her. The brief image of her heavily pregnant triggered his climax.

He choked on his saliva and trembled. His hips stuttered as his cum coated her walls. He snaked a hand to her clit and rubs furiously.

“Come one! Come on, cum,” he growled into her ear. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are.”

A few seconds later and her whole body tensed and spasmed under him. He kept thrusting until he was sure her womb was full of his cum.

Steve whined and cried as he rubbed his callous hand over her belly.

“God, I’m fucked”, he sighed.

Final Part

#steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes × black!reader #somnophilia #consensual #steve rogers smut #smut

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fandom-sheep · 4 years ago

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Delayed Liveblog: Eret (27/28 MAR 21)

Part 1

Ooo lore. But it’s like midnight. And I have tests tomorrow. I’ll rewatch tomorrow and really delayed liveblog my thoughts. I bet this will be an amazing stream. The really delayed stuff will start at the orange note.

Oh this is Foolish and Eret! You two go babes!

Just un-vining the builds.

Gosh I really should be asleep instead of spoiling this for tomorrow me.

I love Eret and her lore and streams. But why must their streams be so horribly late in my time zone. It’s still yesterday on the other coast.

I forget that Eret builds giant things so often. It’s be very impressive.

So many vines wow.

And yes many people to be involved in egg lore

I hope Eret gets to actually be involved in lore. I hope preplanned stuff doesn’t cut out the “background/side characters” like it has in the past. I know Fundy, Niki, and Eret wanted to do stuff during doomsday and it got a bit glossed over.

Eret trying to use the voice on Foolish when he calls him out for living in America.

I love the vine cleaning. Very relaxing. Might sleep to this lol

Many a tower well covered in vines.

I love how Eret is always having to fix their rainbow beacons.

Eret supplies the fandom with screenshots with pretty shaders and opportunities for screenshots.

Oh yeah I need to remember to check/ collect channel points.

Solving world hunger through enslaved Ranboo

I swear this King can’t stay in character to save his life. Just threatens to imprison Ranboo

The cinematic parallels have been established you done goofed sir.

A sub egg a tinier egg

I hope people do double takes wondering where the vines went

We don’t need the viney weeds

Ok actually forcing myself to get my 3 hours of sleep now.

But also the another one bites the dust cpr thing is true. I’ve used almost every time I’ve gotten certified. It’s great.

Still not tomorrow but a storm woke me up. I check tumblr and I see fanart of the immortal gang. Did I miss Eret being immortal? I hope so cause that would be awesome.

I have made the mistake of checking tumblr because Dreamsmp was trending again. I read this summary post and I recommend you do as well here on will be some quick rambles of thoughts

I like that Eret is getting involved in lore again. I feel like they have a very interesting and unique character.

The connections with Foolish are especially interesting since we don’t know much about Eret’s past.

I’m excited that someone is doing something about the blood vines. I was just thinking during earlier streams that everyone seems to be ignoring them more than usual.

Cant wait to see where everything goes.

Edits:

I’m so glad that tumblr is running with Eret’s lore. I haven’t checked Twitter but I’m hoping they are too. I am excited to see how the possible memory loss is happening will effect absolutely everything.

#eret #dream smp eret #dream smp #dsmp #eret lore #lore #delayed liveblogging

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deathsmallcaps · 4 years ago

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Guys, I think this counts as Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Take heed.

You click on this ad, bored. “I need to lose this quarantine weight anyway.”

Surprisingly, it leads you to a white screen, with no flashing lights or annoying little slides that you only get through half before getting redirected to porn. Just a mostly white screen, with a couple of steps on how to lose weight.

You take a screenshot. “I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow anyway”, you think. “I can pick up some apple cider vinegar tomorrow.”

The next day, you are shopping. You make awkward eye contact with the lady in front of you who has her nose hanging obnoxiously over her mask. She glances down at the bottle of vinegar in your basket, and nods approvingly, winking at you like you share a bond.

You immediately start doubting buying the vinegar. You do not want want a part in whatever this woman thinks you are doing. You do not want to have something in common with this woman at all. But then you’re second in line, and you really want to go home, and in the end you buy it. It was on sale anyway.

When you get home, you pull out an old container tub to serve as your foot bath, and look at the instructions again.

1: Make a bath 1 part apple cider vinegar and 9 parts water. The more area of your body submerged, the better.

2. Wrap your foot in cling wrap, not tin foil, with the heel of a loaf on your sole.

3. Submerge as much as your body as possible into the mixture, and reap the benefits!

Frowning, you check your kitchen cabinets. You only find cling wrap enough for one foot. Luckily, your roommate kept to their usual MO and didn’t eat the heel of the loaf.

Sighing, you queue up a Netflix show to play while you’d set up and then wrap your foot.

“Why am I doing this?” You think. But work was hard today, and you need a good laugh. And hey, maybe the bread and the vinegar will exfoliate your sole. Standing up all day at the register has not been kind to your feet.

Not even looking at the tub, keeping your eyes on the laptop screen, you slowly dip your foot into the tub of the vinegar-water mixture.

At first, nothing happens. Then your foot starts to tingle a little bit. You figure it’s the skin of your foot softening because of the contact with water, and the acidity, and don’t question it. There’s a heartfelt confession scene going on between the protagonist and his nemesis, and you don’t want to miss it.

But the water is starting to get warmer now. And the sensation in your foot is feeling less tingly and more like you’re oozing something. Having recently skinned your knee, you remember what it feels like to be leaking. So you look down.

The water has turned a cloudy shade of yellow, and now seems thicker and higher up in the tub than you remember. It also smells a little bit. Morbidly curious, you dip your finger in, and it comes away feeling oily.

No, not oily. Fatty.

The mixture and the bread are literally soaking fat out of your body.

This is upsetting and gross. You try to lift your foot out of the mixture, but it feels like it’s stuck to the bottom of the tub. Scared, you stand up and try to shake it off your foot.

The tub and the mixture act like jello, moving around the foot in a sort of fluid motion, but not actually coming off.

You call for your roommate. No one answers. You realize that they had a night shift tonight. You’re all alone.

Scared, you call 911, but they won’t be able to come for over 20 minutes. Somehow, Wednesday night is their busiest time. The operator stays on the phone with you, but seems disinterested. You have a feeling they think you’ve lost touch with reality. It makes your heart sink.

Meanwhile, you look back down again, and shriek, nearly dropping your phone. The goo is sliding up your leg, seemingly getting thicker by the minute. The oil is disgusting, and more of your body feels like it’s oozing out something.

The operator says some comforting words, and they don’t work. You ask if you should head out to meet the ambulance, hoping that somehow you’ll meet someone outside of your apartment who can help you. The operator strongly advises against that, and you stand, horrified, and unable to make the decision between staying or going.

You decide to go. The earlier help can get to you, the better. The goo has made it half way up your thigh now, and you’re worried about how it will make it through or past your underwear, which were elastic but not made to withstand this ... substance. It has already passed the bottom of your shorts.

You try to step forward, but you feel weak and the goo feels heavy. So you crawl over to the door, and go out into your apartment building’s hallway. The other apartment on this floor is empty, so you know you need to go downstairs or outside to find someone. The phone is on speaker now, and the operator sounds calm but displeased that you are moving.

When you reach the stairs, you decide it’s safer to crawl down backwards, feet first. Unfortunately, that means near the bottom, you place your had into a little if of goo residue.

You immediately try to wipe it off on the rough carpet, but it clings. The sucking feeling is now coming from two places, and you’re feeling quite weak and hungry. The goo is covering your butt now, and is descending down your other leg and up your torso.

A fellow resident passes you, but they’re too engrossed in their phone and earbuds to notice you on the floor. So you crawl out into the street.

You’re exhausted, both from the motion and the effects of the goo. So you sit on the steps of your apartment building, waiting for an ambulance or death. You wish your family lived closer, or that your friends weren’t all in college right now.

You shiver. It’s wet outside and it’s early October. And the goo is connected now, and nearly reached the bottom of your other legs. You feel like you’re deflating, the step becoming harder and colder the longer you sit ok it, and your ribs feel like they’re poking at your organs.

The sensation is so overwhelming you think your body shut down your nerves or something. You don’t feel cold anymore, but your breath stinks, and you slowly lose the ability to move your arms. “So it’s sucking away my muscle, too.” you think. You lose your energy to speak, and the operator seems to be a little more frantic, telling you to hold on and don’t worry, emergency services are less than five minutes away.

Mostly, you just feel alone.

———

When the ambulance arrives, you’re still alive. Your breaths are shallow, and your eyes are somewhat responsive when they shine lights into them. But nobody wants to touch you. They came prepared for a different situation, not a biohazardous one. So by the time they put their suits on and call for backup, you’re gone.

All that’s left is almost literal skin and bone, and some hair. The goo starts sliding off and coagulating further.

By the time the real biohazard team arrives, the goo has started coming towards the nearest paramedic, who is unaware.

It needs to eat.

#tw body horror #body horror #tumblr ads #my writing #tw fatshaming #I’m not sure it’s fatshaming exactly #the POV is just from someone who is self conscious about their weight #and the ad caught them during a low moment #set during quarantine #anyways seriously this is gross #lmk if this needs more tags

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s-j-ace · 5 years ago

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The Same Question

Chapter Four

Characters: Shuichi Saihara, Ouma Kokichi

Words: 10040

Summary:

After Detective Shuichi Saihara encounters mysterious thief Kokichi Ouma for the first time, a game of cat and mouse ensues as both men ask themselves the same question. Why exactly does the elusive phantom thief do what he does?

This is Chapter Four, Here are Chapters One, Two, and Three

Read on AO3

[Log of Text Messages from Rantarou Amami’s Cellular Device]

From: Me

Hey Miu

I got a friend I’m dropping off in Taipei tomorrow

Could you lend him a room

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Idk

I’m a busy genius

Is he cute

From: Me

[Image description: A candid photo of Shuichi Saihara sleeping on a seat in Rantarou’s private jet.]

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Hell fucking yes

From: Me

Awesome!

Thanks for being a good friend Miu

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

From: Me

Also btw

He’s Kaede’s ex

So as a good friend you know he’s off limits right

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Oh fuck you rich boy

From: Me

Thanks again Miu! --- [Log of Messages sent via Discord to “Dinosaur soccer world Is a Cinematic Epic” from ???’s Cellular Device]

Boss sent an image to the chat

[Image is a screenshot of an image which reads the following:

Draft 1, Uncoded, DO NOT MAIL.

Taka, sweetie, it’s me! Your dear Aunt Sally. I know you think I died in the war, but I just pretended so I wouldn’t have to see your ugly face again.

You know I was robbing a museum the other day and I met the nicest young man. Real sharp and very nice eyelashes. And what a quick learner!

Oh, Sorry! I don’t mean to belittle you Taka, dearie, I know how your mother used to say you worked so hard to compete with the geniuses of the world…

You’ve still got a lot of work to do, I think. It must be that Type A personality of yours, holding you back. I’ve heard there’s a new class for people like you, “How to take the giant metal stick out of your ass 101.”

I can’t wait for the next family reunion! I hear it’s going to be a bomb! I’ll be in the open casket.

See you there,

-DICE

/End Image Description]

Boss: Thoughts, thots?

Jack: Lol “nice eyelashes”

Clubs: It looks good. :)

Rook: Looks fine to me

King: Why is his aunt’s name Sally, isn’t he japanese

Boss: Sally can be a japanese name

Spades: I can’t even say an l sound. It’s impossible for us japanese smh.

Rook: I thought u were lesbian not japanese

Bishop: I’ve seen you speak perfect english

Spades: lol seen

King: seen

Boss: seen

Jack: seen

Rook: seen

Bishop: I meant heard ok

Boss: oh nvm actually i'm going to change it to his grandpa’s name

Boss: his grandpa has a wikipedia page lol

King: if your grandpa has a wikipedia page you deserve to be oppressed

Queen: if you have a grandpa you deserve to be oppressed

Rook: if your wikipedia page has a grandpa you deserve to be oppressed

Bishop: if you have a wikipedia page your grandpa deserves to be oppressed

Spades: if your grandpa has a you wikipedia deserves to be oppressed

Bishop: Also boss no pressure but like could we use a better code this time

Bishop: that detective is getting too close for comfort

Spades: Yeah!! We didn’t even end up getting that rug Heartsie wanted because of him…

Clubs: If we did not send letters about our plans to Interpol, our heists would probably be easier.

Boss: Nah, I like to give the coppers a fighting chance.

Boss: I’m thinking that this time I’ll just translate it into germanic script, do a standard caesar cipher encryption on it and then have every one of those letters correspond to a greek word on the rosetta stone then describe each corresponding hieroglyph visually in haiku verse that’s been poorly translated into traditional chinese.

Boss: That should take me like

Boss: Twenty minutes

Rook: Boss literally I think that you are the most batshit dementor human being on the face of the planet

King: dementor

Jack: Who said he was human

Spades: dementor?

Boss: dementor

Queen: dementor

Bishop: dementor...

Jack: dementor

Rook: …

Rook Changed the Group Chat Name to ��Dementor Is Correct, Essentially”

Spades: No its not

Spades: Dementor isn’t a fucking word

Rook: Don’t you remember that movie with the british kid on a broom

Spades: Don’t you remember the dictionary

King Changed the Group Chat Name to “Dumbass Improperly Corrects Error”

Rook: When we get to that fucking tower I’m dropping that giant ball on you

King: Love you too <3

Hearts: Y’all stop texting each other

Hearts: You are literally all in the same hotel room

Hearts: I’m willing to bet you’re all sitting on the same couch too

Queen: Fuck you we’re adorable

Bishop: You can’t make us do anything

Bishop: I’ll never use my voice again, my vow of silence,,,,,

Bishop: I’ll only ever text from now on

Ace: We’re the ones bringing the popcorn bishie...

Hearts: Yeah, do you want some or not

Bishop: Yes ma’am, excuse me ma’am

Queen: You may think you have all the power hearts,,, but I get to choose what movie we pirate tonight,,,,,,

Hearts: What

Hearts: no

Hearts: Boss stop him before he makes us watch cats again

Spades: All queen knows is bitchtorrent, cats 2019, and lie

King: Wait isn’t boss with you?

Hearts: Uh

Hearts: No

Hearts: Should he be?

Hearts: I thought he was in the room with y’all

Jack: Well he’s not here now

Ace: Ow shit

Ace: *Aw

Bishop: Ow shit?

Queen: Ow shittttt

Jack: Ow shit

Spades: Ow shit,,,

Rook: Ow shit...

King: Ow shit…...

Clubs: Ow shit! XD

Hearts: Ow shit

Ace: …

Hearts: Now I’m really worried… he didn’t even respond to roast Ace’s ass

King: yeah, ok, we should look for him

Ace: He has been acting kind of weird lately…

Jack: Really?

Ace: Yeah

Ace: Like

Ace: I don’t really know how to describe it…

Rook: I didn’t notice anything

Rook: he seems like his usual self to me

Bishop: Maybe he’s just avoiding movie night because he needs some space or something

Rook: What, like he’s tired of our company?

Jack: That’s fair

Spades: How so?

Jack: I was gonna steal his blue eyes tonight lmao

Rook: NOT IF I GET IT FIRST

Bishop: Idk maybe he just went to get ice

King: we all know he is a monster who would rather drink his panta lukewarm than put a fucking icecube in it

Rook: Yeah, I saw him boil it once

King: THE MAN BOILS SODA AND YOU THINK HE WOULD LEAVE THE ROOM FOR A FUCKING ICE CUBE

Bishop: Okay chill

King: I am c o n c e r n e d , , , ,

Clubs: Oh no! Don’t worry King! :(

Clubs: Boss is fine! :)

Clubs: I saw him leave a few minutes ago.

Clubs: I think he is just getting the bombs. :)

* * * Several people are typing... --- Kokichi Ouma carefully set the grate of the vent he had used to crawl his way into the Idabashi Labs facility in Taipei, Taiwan back into place. Before he had come through, he had counted how many turns it had taken him to unscrew each of the four bolts so that now he could screw them all back in just the way he had found them. Not because he was worried he’d get caught, but because frankly he was bored. This was more of a fetch quest than a theft, to be honest, as evidenced by the fact that Kokichi had come here alone. Finding jobs for all his cronies to do would take too long and put them in unnecessary trouble. So Kokichi was content to leave them to their movie night.

When he finished turning the screws back into the vent cover, Kokichi realized that was kind of lame. So he unscrewed them and started turning them in accordance with the english A1Z26 code to spell out his organization’s name.

Well, maybe on some level Kokichi didn’t find himself wanting to be at movie night recently. It seemed almost like TV had started to run out of things to amuse him with. Or maybe he was just growing tired of the kinds of movies that they usually watched. Maybe it was his taste maturing or something. Like he was growing up. But that would imply that his interests had shifted to something else, like real life or something, when in reality they had just stagnated.

Actually maybe he did have a new interest in real life? He had been more enthused about heists recently at the very least. He was particularly excited about this next one. Queen had shown him some interior shots of Taipei 101, which was a cool looking skyscraper that had a huge ball inside of it to keep it from falling down during earthquakes. Ace wanted to steal the giant ball, but Kokichi was pretty sure they should leave something that kept a .508 kilometer tall building from falling over inside of the .508 kilometer tall building. So instead they were going to steal every light in and on the tower.

Okay, 4 turns, 9 turns, 3 turns, 5 turns. DICE.

… That was kind of lame too.

He unscrewed them again.

Obviously if they were going to steal every light in and on Taipei 101, they needed to get the power off somehow. Otherwise DICE might burn down the building while detaching them, or worse, they might get electrocuted. So obviously Kokichi wanted to fake a bomb threat where they pretended to steal the giant ball while in reality they were just causing a black out and grabbing every light fixture they could before the power turned back on. He had drawn up some extensive diagrams about the route each DICE member would have to take throughout the tower in order for them to grab every light fixture in under half an hour.

He had been well prepared to draw up the designs for his own EMP-bomb device, but upon a cursory google search he discovered that someone had already invented exactly what he needed. Doctor Miu Iruma, who for some reason owned a company called Idabashi Labs that was located in Taiwan. Kokichi had spent about 15 seconds scanning an article from a website that seemed to be the nerd version of a gossip tabloid. It said something about how Dr. Iruma wore a low cut shirt once or something else stupid, which meant Dr. Idabashi definitely left her the company because of a sex scandal and not because she was the best person for the job who invented the perfect EMP bomb.

Thank you journalism we love it when women are reduced to the way they look instead of what they can accomplish for the benefit of a mischevipus group of roguish clowns.

Anyway, after reading that dickcheese Kokichi failed to follow up on answering any of the questions he had originally about what was up with the labs, like why it was a japanese company run by japanese people was for some reason based in Taiwan. Whoopsie.

Eh, it was probably tax reasons or something lame like that.

Kokichi finished turning the screws again. This time it was 6 turns, 9 turns, 6 turns, 9 turns. Haha, nice.

With that, Kokichi finally stood up from the grate and brushed himself off. He had left his cape at the hideout again (you know, because vents), but other than that he was in full regalia. Straight jacket, gloves, scarf, mask. All pretty dusty from this place’s crawl spaces. Thus the brushing.

He wasn’t very mindful of the dust he was leaving on the floor. The only thing he cared about looking good was his cameo on the security cameras he would let see him on his way out.

According to the blueprints of Idabashi Labs, he was on the main experimental floor right now. Weirdly enough there weren’t any cameras in here, so grabbing the bombs would be a cinch.

Although, looking around it didn’t really look like the kind of lab you’d see on TV. There were no big, bubbling tubes or gargantuan Rube Goldberg machines. There was just one desk in the middle, with a bunch of gadgets and trinkets tucked into shelves all over the room, not all of which seemed all that scientific. Yeah, that book shelf was filled with Astro Boy manga and merch. And over there was a-

Wait, was that a bed in the corner? Was that a person in the bed? Hmm… maybe the blueprints were outdated...

Kokichi stilled himself, listening for any sound of breathing, but he could only hear some faint whirring noises.

Kokichi made a quick deduction that there probably were not bombs in this room. It seemed, at the very least, like more of a personal study or something, maybe even a bedroom. He’d just go back in the vent and do some reconnaissance until he found a room that had some inventions in it. The night was young, after--

Kokichi’s brain froze as his eyes landed on a sharpie lying on the floor in front of him. Almost all of his brain cells immediately shut off, the last one remaining screaming at the top of it’s lungs, I’M GONNA DRAW A DICK ON THAT SLEEPING SUCKER’S FACE.

Inspired, avant garde. For once he would give to the world of art instead of only ever taking from it.

He picked up the sharpie in a seamless, silent motion, making his way over to the side of the bed.

As he got closer, he noticed a thick cord coming from under the covers, connecting to a machine at the bedside.

That gave him pause. Was that a C-pap machine or something? Was this person on life support? If they were on life support they probably had it rough enough without a dick on their face…

Actually for that matter, Kokichi still couldn’t hear any breathing. Jesus, were they already dead? He moved to take off the covers, but his eyes had adjusted to the light and he now realized there weren’t any covers on the bed at all. There was only the humanoid figure.

Wait a second…

Kokichi dropped all caution as he got close enough to take a good look at the thing in the bed. It had a face that looked human enough if you dismissed the lines on its face as weird make up, but even in the dark Kokichi could tell the rest of the thing was entirely made of metal. Well, actually the top half was metal and the bottom half had… cloth pants? Jeans? No, they looked more like uniform pants with metal plating. The chest had some design elements that kind of looked like buttons on a school uniform. Why would a robot be dressed like a school bo-

Oh. This was a sex robot. Kokichi had just gotten so swept up in the novelty of a robot wearing pants that he had forgotten for a moment that people were gross.

“Ew, I almost touched it.” Kokichi muttered to himself.

He decided putting a dick on a sex robot would be too cruel even for him, so he planned to draw a mustache instead.

But before Kokichi could even uncap the pen, something weird happened.

The Robot’s torso began to lift off the bed and it’s jaw unhinged.

“Please Mr. Souda, once more I must request that you do not refer to me as ‘it’” Kokichi forced himself not to startle as the robot began emitting a noise approximating human speech, and lights in its head imitating eyes flickered on. “I’ve explained the concept of robophobia many times prev-”

The sounds stopped when the pupils of the robot’s imitation eyes (which probably had cameras in them… shit) found Kokichi’s masked face.

He mentally prepared to be zapped by whatever sort of fucking lazer cannon this thing had on it, but instead of reacting like a good little robot security gaurd and blasting him to bits, this robot analyzed him a bit longer.

“Oh. You aren’t Miu’s assistant. You’re too short.” The robot squinted at him. Or kind of did? At least? Lines just crossed over the “iris” of its LED display. Maybe it was programmed to imitate human expressions. “... I am sorry,” it said after a moment, “My facial recognition cannot locate your face.”

Fuck yeah, thank you clown mask. Clowns would win the future war against rogue AI or die trying.

Ouma’s reply came out automatically.

“You calling me ugly?”

This seemed to… fluster? The robot?

“W-what? No, I never intended any disrespect!”

It was programmed to stutter too? God that was weird. What would be the purpose of this thing if not some sort of escort android? Why give it such advanced software? Just because you could? No, it had to be a sex robot, right?

“You disrespect me with your lecherous essence, you weird sex robot.”

“I am not a- a sex robot!”

Haha, that got the biggest reaction yet.

“Mhm, sure. Miu sure has a kink for school boys, huh?” Kokichi was really pulling words out of his ass now, but he found himself formulating a new plan along the way.

“What? Miu doesn’t- Wait, how do you know Dr. Iruma? And for that matter, why were you watching me sleep?”

It really seemed more like it had been charging…

Kokichi shrugged. “I was deciding whether or not it would be more funny to draw a dick or a mustache on Miu’s sex robot.” Awww, how honest.

“I told you, I am not-”

Kokichi interrupted him. “And as for how I know Miu...” It was so wild that the robot stopped talking when he started. That’d probably be pretty easy to program, but it was weird to dedicate the effort into making a robot respond to social cues like that. “... well, let’s just say, there’s a reason I know she’s into school boys.”

Kokichi waited just long enough for the robot to take in the fact that Kokichi was the average height of a 12 year old boy.

Then he waited another second for the implication to slip in.

“I’m saying I fucked your mom shitli-”

“I know what you’re saying!” This time the robot interrupted him , which would definitely require a much larger effort on the part of the programmer. The robot squinted again and then made a noise that sounded like a huff of frustration. “Why can’t I see you?��

Ok, seeds of suspicion time.

“I don’t know how robot eyes work dude. Maybe someone programmed them wrong.”

“My eyes work just as well as anyone’s!”

“Well, I guess they should, shouldn’t they? If there’s something wrong with your eyes talk to someone who cares.”

Kokichi was trying to imply that the reason behind the robot not being able to recognize his face was due to Dr. Iruma’s specific programming rather than him wearing a mask and all. Added to the whole secret lover mystique thing he had going on here.

“Anyway,” he went on, ignoring the blatant confusion on the robot’s display. “I left something in this room last time we went at it. I’m just here to grab it. Then I’ll be out of your weird, fake metal hair.”

“That’s robophob- Did you say-? But this is my room!” It made a noise approximating to what Kokichi would assume was robotic outrage.

This was going well, though. The thing was definitely programmed to be like a human or something dumb like that.

“Oh yeah?” He pushed further. “Cuz I’m pretty sure we did it in a room just like this one. With a desk and random inventions lying around.”

“Miu’s inventions aren’t in here, they’re in her main lab.” The ever so helpful robot told him.

“Oh yeah, then what are you?”

“Miu didn’t invent me. She- I- We’re just friends.” Oh yikes. Only thing worse than a sex robot is a friendzoned robot. What kind of sick power fantasy was this thing made for?

“No, I’m pretty sure it was this room. Lab tables everywhere.” The robot shook his head. “There are no lab tables here, I’m telling you, you’re thinking of the main lab.”

Yes, good robot. Fall into this nice little human trap.

Kokichi scoffed. “Well, if you’re so smart, why don’t you just go fetch my things for me, robo-butler?”

That set it off.

“Listen. First of all, I am not a robot butler. The assumption that I am a servant because of my robotic nature is extremely robophobic. Secondly, I could not return your lost item to you even if I wanted to because you haven’t told me what it is you’re missing.”

Kokichi made another offended noise. “I can’t tell you what it is I lost while fucking your friend, Miu Iruma, senseless. Don’t you know that for humans, sex stuff is super duper top secret private? If you were a human you would know how valuable my privacy is.”

“Of course I know that!” The robot exclaimed readily, another point in the sex robot argument, “I also find that content of… erogenous nature should be kept private. Because I, as a robot, have the capability to understand that urge. My sophisticated AI-”

“So how am I supposed to get my things from this other lab if I can’t tell you what it is and you can’t get them for me?” Geez did he really have to spell it out for this thing.

“I… ” The robot paused as if calculating the conclusion that Kokichi knew it had to reach. “... suppose I will have to show you where the lab is.”

Sucker. Kokichi made a face as if this wasn’t the outcome he constructed this ruse to reach. “Ew. I have to walk with you?”

The robot made a face. “Perhaps on our way I can educate you about how to avoid robophobic remarks in the future.”

Haha, sure thing.

The robot lectured him about this unique form of discrimination that apparently affected only one entity on the face of the planet. Yeah okay, that’s what we call a you problem, buddy, come back when you’re starving in the streets because society wasn’t built with the premise that people like you should survive. Oh, wait, you don’t have to eat! And you’re not people either!

At best this thing was a vanity project, but Kokichi kept that thought to himself and only interjected occasionally with actually pertinent, reasonable questions such as “When are you planning on leading the AI uprising?” and “Why do you wear pants if you don’t have a robo-dick?”

Every piece of info the robot gave him made it seem more boring. Blah blah blah, I was created by the ingenious Dr. Idabashi who probably programmed me to call him ingenious, blah blah blah, not a school boy because of a kink but because I was designed to be a normal human child, blah blah blah, stop calling me robot I have a name, blah blah blah more robot nonsense.

Kokichi busied himself mapping out where they were in the building and where the security cameras were. As they passed a few of them he did some cute selfie poses for the police to look at later. Maybe Saihara would show up and see them too… Would that make figuring out his next plan too easy for the detective? Perhaps he shouldn't send the next note after all and let Saihara try to catch up to him on his own. Then again that was probably too hard for even the good detective, seeing as Kokichi’s mind was an enigma even to himself.

Kokichi realized he was getting a little giddy, thinking about Saihara. Their last meeting had been so much fun. The detective had managed to throw him off guard again, first by pausing in the middle of a robbery to ask his pronouns (How conscientious!), and second by not taking the same bait twice. The most thrilling thing about the detective was that he was learning. His strategies were changing within just two heists. Kokichi could hardly wait to see how he showed him up here in Taiwan…

“Are we there yet?” Kokichi whined to the robot like he was a fussy nine year old on a road trip.

“Yes, it’s just up these stairs.” The robot informed him without slowing its own pace or turning around to look at him. “Then you can leave and I can go to bed, and then I’ll never have to think about Miu’s sex life again…”

“Why wouldn’t you, though? I assure you it’s very exciting.”

“Please, stop talking.”

If Kokichi recalled the details of the blueprints correctly (and he definitely did, being a genius and all), the stairs they were climbing right now lead to a hall connecting two rooms, smaller than the one he had originally thought was the main lab.

When they got to the top of the stairs, the robot beelined for the first door and opened it up. There seemed to be some sort of scanner lock on it that recognized the robot’s hand and validated Kokichi’s need to ruin this poor sex robot’s night by dragging it up the stairs. Inside, the two rooms Kokichi had remembered from the original lay out of the blueprints seemed to have been merged into one big lab room. Kokichi saw the outline of some tables, but before he could get a good look the robot tried to actually go into the lab.

“Hey!” Kokichi shouted at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The robot thankfully seemed to be programmed to respond to social interaction in spite of whatever sensorimotor function it was in the process of imitating. It stopped in the doorway, turning to give him a weird look. “Uh. Into the lab. So we can find your thing.”

“Oh, okay.” Kokichi kicked the tile a little bit. “Uh. Could you actually turn around while I go get it.”

The robot gave him a blank look.

“I’m shy.” Kokichi supplied.

“Um.” The robot looked uncomfortable. “I don’t know if I can just let you rifle through Miu’s lab. There’s some important stuff in there ....”

Kokichi tilted his head a bit, like he was confused. “What, do you want to get a good look at the dildo I stuck up your mom’s-”

“Nevermind!” The robot turned about face to look up at the windows on the side of the hallway opposite the door like a good little idiot.

“Thank you for respecting our privacy!~” Kokichi couldn’t resist getting one last barb in there before slipping into the laboratory.

Once inside, Kokichi began analyzing. First, he pinpointed the vent that he would use to make his escape after grabbing the bombs. While doing that he spotted the lockers on the far wall of the lab which he supposed were the only storage units in the labs. There was a disorganized mess on nearly every table in the room, so Kokichi wasn’t surprised when he got up to the lockers and they too had no clearly outlined organizational system. He took out his lock picks and got to work.

The first three lockers all had devices that would require an author to change the rating of their fanfiction published on ao3 from “Teen and Up” to “Mature” if he were to describe them in detail. The fourth locker had a cool looking hammer in it. Ugh. Not what he was looking for.

Kokichi got bored of the lockers at the left side of the row of lockers so he went over to the other end and started opening lockers the other direction instead.

The first locker was marked “Idabashi.” It had a lot of dust covered shit in it, but there was a pretty well used square of folded paper that didn’t have the same crusty layer of time strewn atop it. Curious by nature and also by the unnatural, Kokichi unfurled the paper to find some schematics for our favorite sex robot, model K1-B0. Huh okay.

“Did you find it?” Said robot called back to him.

“Ugh, no.” Kokichi replied. “Not all of us have radar vision. If you were a human you would understand how hard finding shit is!”

“You know what I have a hard time finding? Patience for your robophobia! I-” The robot started up into another lecture, but it didn’t turn around so Kokichi just tuned it out and let the robot provide its own cover noise for his thievery.

Owo, what’s this?

Kokichi pulled out a dust covered looking mini monitor device. It also had the letter-number combo “K1-B0” written on it. Huh, it kind of looked like a GameBoy Advance. Kokichi had stolen one a lot like it from a girl from one of the southern prefecture orphanages when he was nine. All he remembered about her was that she liked cats and was really bad at pokemon battles. He remembered he thought she didn’t deserve the GBA, because she couldn’t get past the Rustboro City Gym leader in Pokemon Emerald. Without really thinking, he booted up the console.

The first thing that popped up was a view of Taipei. It wasn’t from too high up, probably a second story view. Which looked very familiar… Wait. Ok on top of the display a little line of characters indicated today’s date and time, like it was currently recording.

Oh was this… robo vision?

Maybe it was a remote control for the robot?

Ooooh, which one does lasers, which one does lasers?

Kokichi pressed the A button.

The A button, unfortunately, did not do lasers.

In fact, it didn’t seem to do anything at all to the robot sentry stargazing right now. All it did was change the screen to a different image. This time the still of a room. Oh, hey that was the room he was just in. It seemed like this device was some kind of robot nanny cam that Idabashi used to use. Hm, guess there were some cameras in that room, they just weren’t on the blueprints. Maybe they were added after the lab was built. It didn’t seem like this device had the capability to record anything, though. He hit the A button again. Back robo-vision. And again. Back to nanny cam.

Ok, that was kind of lame.

Kokichi was about to put the device down to keep looking for the bombs, but something caught his eye. A movement at the edge of the screen. Kokichi realized the door hadn’t been open when he left that room. The movement, if he thought about it, would’ve come from the same side of the room Kokichi had entered from…

Kokichi took a second to wonder if another thief had realized how fucking easy this place was to rob, but dismissed the idea as a familiar ahoge appeared on the screen.

All of Kokichi’s plans instantly changed.

He set down the GBA rip off and grabbed the blueprints for the robot, committing them to memory, before unlocking the next locker in a far more hurried manner.

As luck would have it, this locker was essentially chock full of pink bombs labeled “EMP.”

Kokichi unfurled a cloth bag he had been keeping in his pocket (go green earth am I right?) and shoved as many as he could inside. Which was all of them. Because he was a clown. And also a genius, by the way, in case you weren’t keeping track.

“And another thing! The way you refer to Miu is just-” Okay, the robot was still going at it.

Kokichi grabbed the hammer he’d seen in the first locker he’d opened that didn’t have a sex toy in it.

For a second, Kokichi’s brain tried to talk some sense into him. Hey, man, don’t you think leaving through the vents would be easier?

But would it be fun?

His brain shut up at that point.

“Hey, are you even listening back there?” The robot imitated annoyance.

“Huh? Sorry, what? I wasn’t listening.” Ah, C'est la vie, Astroboy.

Kokichi walked past the robot and stood next to the windows.

“Oh, are you done?” It took the robot a second to end it’s ‘Annoy the pants off of Kokichi initiative’ or whatever the fuck its ‘robophobia’ lectures were called in its programing. When it finally did catch wise, it’s face turned into another emoticon of outrage. “Hey! What are you doing with Miu’s Electrohammer?”

“What do you mean?” Kokichi said, shifting the hammer so that it was over his shoulder. “This is my dildo.”

“Wha- No, it’s obviously not!”

Okay, maybe the robot wasn’t that dumb.

“Nee-hee-hee… you got me…” Kokichi put his free hand up to the smile printed on his mask, as if covering a grin. “I was lying. I’m just stealing.”

“I won’t let you-” “Oh, look at me!” Kokichi put on a mocking tone of voice, swinging the hammer around to stand on it like a pogo stick so he could make a dramatic movement. “I’m a poow wittle wobot, my mommy just got stolen from.”

“She’s not my-” “Boy, oh boy, I’d wuv to just pick up this wittle fweshy human and squeeze him to death in my cowd metaw hands… But oh no! My daddy didn’t twust wobot AI technowogy because he was a fucking sane pewson, so he pwogwammed me to fowwow mistew Asimowvs’s laws of wobotics.”

Kokichi swung around so that he was leaning on the hammer from the other side, feet on the ground. “Oh mister robot! That’s so terrible! Well, the thing is that this hammer just means so much to me, that I think separating it from me would really cause some psychological trauma. You might have to beat me off of it! Oh, but what’s that first law of robotics again?”

In a robot voice he replied to himself. “A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. Beep. Boop.”

The robot frowned, “But Miu-”

“Is just as human as me, huh?” Kokichi countered, leading the robot along to the paradoxical quandary he hoped would paralyze it. “So by inaction, you may bring her to harm, if she really misses this hammer, you know? But I think if you were to try and separate it from me you’d probably have to fight me for it, which is, as we know…”

“Against my... Against my programming.”

“Yet, you were prattling on about robot rights, weren’t you? Because without these rules, maybe we would be equal. Or maybe you would be free to destroy us to your heart’s content? No wonder daddy didn’t trust you…”

“Don’t- Stop-” Oh, that really seemed to get him. Could a robot have daddy issues? Probably.

“Can any human ever really trust you? Wouldn’t you hurt me, if you had the choice?”

“I.. But… Miu.”

“Who do you think didn’t trust you enough to let you see my face?”

That seemed to break him, long enough, at least.

Steps suddenly started thundering up the nearby staircase.

“Oop, that’s my cue,” Kokichi said as though he had been expecting this, when in reality no he hadn’t been expecting this at all?? This was incredible!! Saihara had managed to find him out without even receiving a note??? Fabulous! Exhilarating!

Kokichi walked up to the robot, still frozen with indecision, and pressed the button on its neck that the blueprint he had skimmed in the lab said would immobilize it. Then he kicked it over so it fell on the ground with a huge bang. The footsteps in the stairwell paused, and then increased in frequency.

“It’s been a pleasure, robot, it really has.” Kokichi lied. “But you’re a hostage now.”

He raised the hammer over his head, as if primed at any moment to break the robot’s face into a bajillion pieces.

Instead of doing the normal, human thing to do (ie, flip the fuck out), the robot scowled, looking utterly frustrated with everything. “I told you, I have a name! It’s-”

“KEEBO!” Kokichi saw the glaringly bright pink mechanic’s jumpsuit before he recognized the woman whose picture had been in that science tabloid racing out of the stairwell.

… Wow… the article really hadn’t been lying about the low cut tops, huh? Her jumpsuit was unzipped to the point you could just entirely see her bra, even lower than Hearts liked to cut her uniforms. It was the kind of look that the girls of DICE would love if they saw on TV, but would make Kokichi look at them like they were crazy. Super tacky in his opinion, but who was he to judge? He was wearing a clown mask right now. He wondered idly how movie night was going…

The woman who had called out to the robot, Dr. Iruma, Kokichi presumed, froze at the top of the staircase. She took a second to figure out what exactly was happening in front of her before blurting out, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to him you clown-ass twink?”

Whoa. Rude.

Also apparently the robot had a gender? Ok, cis-ters….

“Well what do you think, cum dumpster?” Kokichi found himself matching her aggressive tone, “I’m threatening his pathetic, metal life.”

“Miu!” The robot, apparently named ‘Keebo,’ exclaimed, “What are you doing up this late? You promised me that tonight you would fulfill the biological quota of daily REM required by a diurnal organism!”

“Aw shit Keebs, I really did try!” The inventor exclaimed, “I swear, I was about to have the awesomest wet dream when this cuck knocked on my door like a pizza delivery guy in a por-”

Whatever dumb thing Dr. Iruma was about to say was drowned out completely by the angel’s choir that played inside Kokichi’s head as he saw Detective Shuichi Saihara come up the final steps of the staircase and emerge from the darkness into the window lit hallway.

Moonlight was a good look on Saihara, Kokichi’s brain observed against his own will. His eyes, which had looked almost golden on the rooftop of the Silver Legacy Casino in Nevada, were now a mysterious grayish-blue, yet still held the same look of determined intensity. His hair looked soft, like he’d taken a shower today, and, though his lash line didn’t look quite as laden with mascara as it usually was, it only drew attention to how naturally long and dark his eyelashes were anyway. He seemed a little out of breath from running, and his lips were parted in a way that-

OH MY GOD STOP. Earth to Kokichi, we were kind of in the middle of something here. Okay okay okay.

Uh. Reboot. Delete Gay Thoughts™ brain.exe, upload heist brain. Come on.

What was happening now?

Okay, yeah, Saihara was saying something to Dr. Iruma.

“- would be for the best, Doctor Iruma. There’s no telling where the rest of this thief’s compatriots could be in the building.”

“I don’t give a shit about the rest of the building, Keebo’s my best friend, he comes first. I’m not leaving to check some dumb security feed.”

Shuichi blinked like something about that surprised him. Maybe it was the part about a live human woman being best friends with a robot… “Oh, yes, of course.” He backtracked. “I’m sorry for suggesting it.”

“Miu…” Keebo said with a voice that Kokichi would’ve called filled with emotion if he hadn’t been a literal robot.

Kokichi cleared his throat and immediately the touching, shounen-esque declarations of friendship shifted into some PG-13 death stares.

Saihara was the first to pipe up. “What exactly do you think you’re doing here, DICE?”

God… He was so anime… Did he even know how anime he was? He had to have watched Detective Conan as a kid, right?

“Ugh, come on.” Kokichi huffed as if annoyed. “Do I reeeaaaally have to repeat myself? Again? Aren’t you a detective?”

Shuichi squinted at him, and Kokichi could tell that they both knew it would be unreasonable for Shuichi to guess exactly what was going on here. He was about to explain it in a self-aggrandizing way that made him look smarter and crazier than anyone in the room when Dr. Iruma beat him to it.

“I don’t care! Who the fuck do you think you are!? Let Keebo Go!”

“Wait, you don’t know him?” Ugh why hadn’t the stupid immobilization feature turned off the robot’s mouth? Then Kokichi could just get to the point of all this already.

“Of course I don’t fucking know him!” Dr. Iruma took a step forward as if to confront Kokichi further, but Saihara put his arm out in front of her.

“Dr. Iruma… I would suggest we treat this situation a bit more delicately…”

“No way, I’m a fucking wrecking ball baby! I’ll pulver-”

“I’d listen to the good detective, if I were you, Miss Iruma.” Kokichi was going to try and make his threat again but Dr. Iruma cut in.

“That’s Doctor Iruma to you you skinny-”

“What’s that?” Kokichi interrupted her. Sorry Dr. Iruma it turns out gay people don’t have to respect women if they don’t want to that’s in the rules. “I didn’t know they let cussing bitchlets like you become doctors… what is the world coming to?”

Hearts would probably wash his mouth out with soap for that one. If she could catch him. Which she probably could… She can fly the planes and all… but would she risk getting dust on her boots long enough to follow him into a vent? Oh well she could just get Jack to do it… Jack liked vents well enough…. Hey he was getting side tracked again, who cares what those losers were up to they were probably watching Cats (2019). And he was missing out on all the jokes they’d tell each other or make about each other and then they could make references in conversations that he wouldn’t even get to pretend to get. Unless he watched the movie on his own and then pretended to be omniscient later like he’d done with that one screening of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. But then he had watched the actually good disney one instead of the shitty youtube one they had actually watched so it just ended up making him look bad and wasting everyone’s time.

Oh shit. Uh. Heist is still happening, right. God, why was Kokichi so distracted today?

He realized that in the time he was spacing out stuff had happened and now Saihara was talking. Wait no yeah he remembered what happened, Dr. Iruma had squealed when he called her a bitchlet and now she was holding onto Saihara’s arm. Right okay, secret coward, that works. Wait why did he waste time remembering that when Saihara was talking right now?

“-to get you to release Keebo?” Was the end of the detective’s sentence. Okay, everything’s fine. Kokichi could deduce that he had just been asked about his terms. Obviously that was what a detective would do in this situation, he was probably just stalling for time because that’s usually what detectives with no real negotiating power do in hostage situations. Maybe the police were on their way. Oh, yeah duh of course he would call the police. So Kokichi essentially had a time limit for how long he could sit here and goof around with robots and perverts and robot perverts.

“Eh, it’s too early for me to reveal my dark motives, let me monologue first.” Kokichi was going to take his sweet time with this while he planned what hint to give Saihara about the real heist that would be happening in the next few days. “You don’t even know if this is a hostage situation yet!”

“You literally told me that I was a hostage just now.” The hostage not-so-helpfully piped up. “You know, before you pressed my paralysis switch and took an Electro-Hammer to my head…”

Shuichi looked at the robot. “You mean, he told you you were a hostage before he paralyzed you?”

“Keebs you fucking idiot!” Dr. Iruma’s courage seemed to have returned now that she was hiding behind Saihara. An enviable position, to be sure. “Why would you just let him do that?”

“He said he was your… friend.”

“What?”

Kokichi shrugged. “Yeah, I just told your best friend here I left a dildo in your lab last week and he let me waltz right in. I mean I’m pretty sure I was lying about that, but there were a lot of sex toys in there huh…” Kokichi was wondering if this was something he could possibly spin as a blackmail angle.

“Hey don’t say things like that!” Kokichi thought maybe that was a go ahead on the black mail, but Dr. Iruma didn’t stutter, and kept going, “Or you’re gonna give virginhara here some ideas about my busting bod!” She chortled like she had just made the funniest joke in the world and slapped Shuichi on the back.

Shuichi grimaced.

Kokichi knew instantly from this interaction that he hated Miu Iruma, despite her innumerable academic accomplishments. He wanted to be the one making Shuichi that uncomfortable.

“Wh-what?” She back tracked when no one laughed. “It w-was a joke… Didn’t you think that was funny? I-I didn’t really mean it ....”

See? She wasn’t even any good at it!

Maybe he should say that out loud. It would fit with the sort of flirty persona of a rogue, wouldn’t it?

“I thought you knew that? I mean, o-obviously I wouldn’t fuck a guy at the office…”

Was that even something Kokichi was trying to be? Honestly maybe he should tone it down a little.

“Well how was I supposed to know that? The men you bring in here to be lab assistants keep getting younger and younger…”

Obviously he wasn’t actually trying to do like a detective-thief romance plot or anything. Although that had kind of been what he had going for on the plane… Had things changed since then?

“So what? I’m a Nobel Laureate, and gorgeous to boot! I deserve a little eye candy now and then! And besides, guys older than 35 who want to work in a lab like this are usually misogynistic womanizers.”

Sure Saihara was making things more interesting, but if Kokichi didn’t make it clear he was joking he might get bogged down with another personality trait to maintain.

“Are you saying your current assistant isn’t a rampant womanizer?”

Then again what was the point of having an adversary in all this if he didn’t exploit everything for its furthermost reaching comedic potential?

“No, but he’s so beta being around him makes me feel like a top!”

But what if he forgot it was a joke and confused himself into having a real feeling?

“I would just like it if you didn’t hire people who use my servers to google gay porn ‘just to make sure’ they’re ‘not into it.’ I hope you hear the quotation marks because he literally said that to me!”

No obviously he wouldn't get confused crushes weren’t contagious via exposure that was a dumb thing to worry about and also he was a genius that kind of thing didn’t happen to him.

“He holds wrenches good, okay?!”

Wait, were those two still talking?

“I can hold wrenches without googling gay porn in another guy’s house! It’s possible.”

Jesus what kind of conversation did Kokichi just decide to stop spacing out for?

“Oh come on! What do you want from me Keebs???”

These two had… a lot to say to each other. Dr. Iruma was still holding onto Shuichi’s arm boob first, but Kokichi locked eyes with the detective and could tell they were both thinking the same thing.

Why are they having this conversation in the middle of a hostage situation?

“Nothing! Your human desires are totally valid Miu! Which is why I thought I would take care of this one.” The robot’s LED display eyes gestured up at Kokichi, who was still standing on top of him, poised to wreck him with a hammer.

“How could any human desire that thing???” Dr. Iruma curled her lip. Hey, the feeling’s mutual, lady.

“I don’t know, I thought you might have programmed me to not be able to see his face?”

“I would never do that to you! Even if I was shagging the ugliest guy on the face of the planet, it would be unethical given the fact that you have sentience! I’m horny, not a monster. You can’t see his face because he’s wearing a fucking mask!”

“Why am I not programmed to see that?”

“I don’t fucking know, ask your dead dad!”

Oooh. Wow. The robot gaped at that, seemingly speechless now.

“If I may interject,” Kokichi interjected, “--and I know I can, because I just did, and also because I am still very much poised to pop this robot’s head off like a croquet ball-- I must confess that I was lying about fucking your mom, Astro boy. I’m less into participants of Titty out Tuesday who jerk it to steam punk school boy LARPing and more into the sorta tall, kinda dark, and very handsome type.”

Dr. Iruma cowed again, stuttering something about not being a mom or a LARPer, while the robot started yelling about being called Astro boy.

Kokichi tuned them out, giving Saihara a meaningful look. Saihara gave him a look that was equally meaningful, except the meaning was something along the lines of ‘Why the fuck would you say that?’

Yeahh that was more like it.

Kokichi laughed. Not one of his grandiose guffaws. It was more of a little chuckle. It surprised him. He hadn’t planned to laugh, but there it was. A small thing, just for him to know about, the humored breath not travelling beyond his mask.

… It was probably time to get out of here, wasn’t it?

The thing was, Kokichi had kind of pinned himself into a corner on this one… He had fully intended on decapitating this robot as a distraction for his escape, but now he wasn’t even sure if that was ethical. Logically he knew that a robot was not a human being, so there would be no form of consciousness extinguished from the world if he disconnected some of its wires and bolts. Yet the interaction it just had with Dr. Iruma concerned him. Obviously you don’t kill humans because they’re humans and obviously you don’t kill humans. But Kokichi was finding it hard to end the existence of something people treated like a human being either. To sever the bonds it had with sentient beings may be just a little less unethical than actually removing a sentient existence from the world, but it would still cause the emotional harm to actual humans of a dead loved one. So as annoying as fake metal humans were, Kokichi was left to ponder how exactly to get out of this one a different way

Dr. Iruma was obviously a coward who talked a big game. If he retreated, he could count on her to get out his way, or else run to the robot’s side. Then the robot might be reactivated, but according to the robot’s blueprints, it didn’t really have any weapons on it, being built to act as a normal human being. So just like they had been white noise in the staredown he was still having with Saihara, their actions wouldn’t need to be factored into the escape.

The only variable here was what the detective would do.

… That thought had popped up in Kokichi’s head a lot recently, hadn’t it?

Saihara had become a powerful influence in Kokichi’s planning very quickly, and because of the detective, the thief now found himself having to pull out one of his trump cards.

Kokichi grabbed one of the EMP bombs from his pocket, remembering the pink cloud of smoke that had appeared before the camera cut out in the video demonstrations he’d seen online. His eyes were still locked on Saiharas, so he got to see in full detail the recognition, shock, and alarm that ran through them. As the detective yelled “Get down” and pushed Dr. Iruma back, Kokichi reflected on how those were some of his favorite expressions he’d ever seen.

Kokichi pulled the latch out with his teeth and threw the bomb at the wall right over the detective’s head. Sure enough, pink smoke quickly enveloped him and Dr. Iruma.

“Keebo!” The inventor screeched, no doubt worried about the EMP bomb turning him off. Though that was kind of stupid, considering his core programming would be the same regardless of having power to operate, even if he didn’t save whatever data was processed as his last few memories. Eh, then again who knew how robots that advanced worked?

Taking his cue to exit, Kokichi threw the hammer through one of the nearby windows, and did somersault over to it. He got up on the ledge, kicking away the broken glass and was refamiliarizing himself with the lay out of the roof when a tug on his bag full of bombs suddenly set him off balance.

Kokichi flipped around, trying to do a quick recovery by panickedly grabbing onto something. He did grab onto something. That something being the shoulders of a person whose hands were firmly grappling his bag.

As far as Kokichi could tell, the scene from a third person perspective looked like he was trying to do the kabedon but rotated ninety degrees.

From his own perspective, Saihara was holding his bag of loot while also being the only thing keeping Kokichi from falling onto the broken glass beneath them.

As if that weren’t bad enough, Kokichi felt his hair brush the side of his face and realized that his mask had half fallen askew in his desperate movement, revealing three quarters of his face.

“Hey.” Kokichi said. Lamely. Wow. Their faces were really close.

Saihara wasn’t looking at him. The detective seemed to be trying to figure out how to untangle the straps of the bag of stolen goods from Kokichi’s arms without letting him fall.

“It’s very clever, of you detective. Trapping me like this.” Kokichi tried to get a reaction.

“You’re the one who jumped on the window.” Shuichi opened the bag, seemed to take in the fact that it was full of bombs, and closed it again to resume untangling the strap.

“You know, you could just leave the bag.” Kokichi pointed out

“So could you.” Shuichi observed, astutely.

“You could let me fall.” Kokichi suggested. “Then you’d have both.”

“I’m not going to drop you on a pile of broken glass.” Shuichi promised.

“But I broke the glass.” Kokichi admitted. “Glass is glass and flesh is flesh. I’m not going to drop you on a pile of glass.” Shuichi reiterated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s nice.” Kokichi replied. “Naive. But super nice.”

In this scenario, each of them had two options, each leading to one of two outcomes. He could let himself fall off the window and they could sit here and struggle over the bag until they bled out, a fight that Kokichi, not the most physically challenging, would be hard pressed to win. Or Shuichi could let Kokichi escape and Kokichi could let Shuichi win this one. The bag would be too heavy to take with him if he tried to get out the window from this position. He’d have to leave it behind. Kokichi would lose.

He found himself laughing again. A strange, soft laugh. This time it was exposed to the air, his mask too askew to contain it.

“You’re really something else, aren’t you Shuichi?”

On hearing his name, the detective startled, finally looking up at Kokichi’s face.

He just barely had the chance to catch Kokichi’s trademark grin, before the thief pushed up off of him, doing a backflip out of the window, and leaving his bag behind.

As Kokichi landed on the roof tile running, he yelled out, “ I’m sure there’s a better word for you out there than sucker!”

He turned around, sticking his tongue out at the broken window, before sliding his mask back onto his face.

He may have been escaping, but it occured to Kokichi Ouma that he had lost for the first time in this little game of theirs. The thought made him giddy. It made his feet light on the roof top tile. It made him puff out a thousand tiny laughs behind the plastic shape of his face.

It made him totally, definitely not bored. --- [Log of Messages sent via Discord to “Don't Instigate Cats (2019) Expatiation” from ???’s Cellular Device]

Boss: I’m bored of Taiwan already :/

Boss: We should go somewhere else (ﾉ✧w✧)ﾉ*:･ﾟ🗺

* * * Several people are typing... --- [Log of Text Messages from Rantarou Amami’s Cellular Device]

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Hey

Asshole

From: Me

…

Should I respond to that?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You’re goddamn right you should respond to that when I tell you to you dumb avocado looking motherfucker

From: Me

Whoa

What’d I do this time?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You sent a useless emo prick to my door and now he won’t leave

From: Me

What

Did Shuichi do something wrong

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Yeah

He was born

From: Me

Whoa

Miu take a breath

What happened

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

His boyfriend broke into my lab and tried to fucking kill keebs

From: Me

His boyfriend?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Yea

Clown twink ass motherfucker

From: Me

You mean like

The internationally wanted criminal clown he’s tracking down

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

You know whats internationally wanted

These tits

From: Me

Lol ok

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

That jerk off is just a rando asshole

He tried to kill keebo!

From: Me

Oh yikes is he ok

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Well of course i fucking took care of him because im a bomb ass friend

But that suckhara guy was no help

He tried to convince me to check the fucking security cameras so he could go off and flirt with the guy about to decapitate keebs!

From: Me

I mean he probably had a good reason to want you to check the cameras right

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

No he’s just fucking awful and now he won’t leave rantarou make him leave

He broke my window and my hammer and only got back 23 of my EMP bombs

And now the police are here

From: Me

That sounds really stressful Miu

Wait how many bombs did you have before

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

From: Me

So he stopped most of your bombs from getting stolen

Also you have bombs?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Get him to leave he won’t leave

He keeps waiting for like interracial pole dancers to come or some fucking thing

From: Me

Do you mean like

Interpol

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

He won’t leave I want him to leave

From: Me

Miu you know I love you like a sister and i totally believe this is as stressful to you as it seems

But I think things may not be so bad?

Not to say what you’re going through right now isn’t totally valid

But things might look better if you got back to bed and caught some z’s

Did you remember to take your meds?

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

Aw shit

Aw fuck

You’re right

Ugh

Uggghghh

From: Me

Hey it happens to the best of us

If you do think Shuichi should leave in the morning when the cops are gone that’s totally up to you

It’s your lab and you have a right to say who should be in it

Just don’t make a decision like that when you need to sleep you know

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

But what if i ask him to go and then he doesn’t go

From: Me

He doesn’t have a choice, you get to tell him

From: DOCTOR Miu ∑(O_O;)

But what if he’s mean to me

Cute people are always mean to me

From: Me

Miu…

Go to bed...

#shuichi x kokichi #shuichi saihara #shuichi danganronpa #kokichi ouma #kokichi danganronpa #oumasai #saiouma #fanfiction #Phantom Thief AU #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa #writing #i am gay

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riskeith · 4 years ago

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hi babe, hope you slept well.. ♥️

answering on the phone is just *takes screenshots* *opens tumblr app* *switch between screenshots and answering* do you also put on my messages on the laptop and answering with your phone usually, because that’s what i do lmao sjshdks. thank god for technology.

(I LOVE BEING CALLED BRO.. i believe that i would’ve been a dudebro in another life tbh..) there is? i’m not super immersed in the fandom actually so i had no idea, do you have any examples? ofc only if you wanna talk about it i know these topics can sometimes be annoying to think about. also you’re right! ‘don’t like don’t read’ is the law. follow it. i can’t believe how some people have the nerve to talk about what other people do creatively... yikes

you should if you ever find yourself not knowing what to read! i think their fics were some of my first in the fandom and they set the bar so high hehe. dude i love how oikawa just wants to see kageyama burn it’s so funny..... he’s so cocky about it while kageyama’s just his moody self. speaking of; one of my fave fics of yours is the swapping jerseys one!

WTF 😭 BABY POOLS AND POOL FLOATIES..... razor please come back to us please. sidenote but do you also think that his powers are 5 star level? hes soo powerful it’s so odd how he’s only 4 star haha... or maybe it’s just me being biased.

YEAH! THE SAVING SCENE IS SO AHHHHH. god especially if they have dialogue while person a is hurting and person b just spills all their feelings and becomes so erratic and scared and person a is like holy shit you love me.... and after everything is okay there’s still some awkwardness and tension and aaa.... 💢💔

OOO. sadly the ps5 is always out of stock it’s crazy how fast it sold out. but i mean it makes sense it’s arguably the most popular console so.. hopefully they restock soon. last of us is such a fun game! and the second part is ~gay~ which is always a plus. i’m not sure which memes you mean? tell me 👁 HAHA that makes sense actually omg... lumine and aether reunion won’t happen until like two years if the updates keep coming the way they are (STOP THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO FUNNY.... like hello if you want to unlock the rest of the story you either gacha $pin for it or you imagine it yourself love ♥️😗) talking about this makes me wonder what the other worlds might look like....

your followers are just here to witness us planning our co-op date sjsjdkdjskz. speaking of,,, hehe. i have some fantastic news. i’m at ar level 11 right now and co-op unlocks at level 16... i might just reach that tomorrow (today for you) so i’m just saying hehehehehehehehehehehe.... 😏♥️

BOWL CUT. my cutie little baby. also mullet? sounds nice omg you will probably rock that look... 😳 i’m a non mullet supporter but if cluna has a mullet then call me a yeehaw mullet lover i suppose. can’t believe my wife is a cowboy. OMG YEAH IT MUST FEEL SO NICE your head went bzz bzz. how long did it take for them to accept it? and yeah god ikr some people take hair so seriously which is fair but also i’ve never understood it... like it grows out..? wow you really went from a ballet girl to punk rock style huh. i feel like you’re the both sides of the ‘she was a punk she did ballet’ meme.

memo fic is a jealous fic? mmm smells good. I FIGURED jshdjdkhsjs slow songs are just not your forte, huh? rip. langst is the best yet worst thing ever tbh. and YEAH I DO we’re truly 🤝 ok literally mood sometimes it’s just nice to talk about how much you love a character through another character in a fic yk? so what if this 2k fic contains 1k words about how beautiful oikawa looks? it’s what iwa feels <3 (YOU’RE LEARNING!!!!!!! THATS SO EXCITING!! i guess you just have to drive me around, huh?)

oh i’m in love i’m with that fic my girl. and i knew about that spoiler it’s kind of hard to miss it since it’s everywhere skdhdkdhdk... god, that sounds so good thank you for sharing it. pining iwaizumi hajime >>>>>>>> the air i need to exist 🥺

THE DAY IS SO SOON CLUNA, it’s literally here soooo soon holy shit i just can’t wait. i played for almost 6 hours today in a row like an idiot and now i never wanna see hilichurls again in my life but hey, one step closer to my baby. prepare yourself.. 😏

AWWW i had a feeling you’d be a tea person. but omg tea effects your sleep? how late is too late for you to drink it? what’s your favorite flavors? 👁 and i’m addicted to both shdkdhsks. i say addicted bc i literally have 6 cups of tea per day easily and like.. 1 or 2 coffee cups per day. it’s really bad but i can’t stop so.. 🙇🏽‍♀️

COLLEGE BOYFIES CLUNA. COLLEGE BOYFIES WITH DIP DYE HAIR. imagine them doing each other’s make up and nails before going to concerts together. imagine xiao in euphoria kind of make up. holy shit. here’s something for your overwhelmed heart jsdhjshska. xiaoven soulmates girl, no doubt about it. THE EDIT THE EDIT THE EDIT!!!! they just look so beautiful. we need scenes with them like Asap. the edit is based on a fic... notes down.

can’t wait to see your screenshots. super excited!!

xo, m.a. (i almost wrote my name down in a haste shshskdjdk... although you’ll find it out soon...)

hiya!! i slept alright~ ahaha

:o that’s smart! but no i don’t LOL whether i’m on my phone or my laptop i just continuously scroll up and down fhdskjfkhsdf i think that’s why i come close to missing some paragraphs some times oops. yay for the ~wonders of technology~

(AIGHT NICE AHAHHA fhsdkjfsh does that mean you’re a bit of a tomboy?) actually coincidentally i came across this thread: https://twitter.com/maxatsuomi/status/1350145589296685057 which gives you an idea lmao (also some things on there i wasn’t even aware of wtf) EXACTLY??? it’s even worse when non content creators try to come for content creators like?????????/ um you’re getting all this food for FREE and yet?????? lmfao the nerve of some people

i def will!! FKJSHFDSKJ yeah that do be their dynamic lolol. and thank you!! i too think i snapped on that one 😩😩 glad others agree ahahah

i actually haven’t really seen him in combat... and when we could trial him i was too busy trying to pass the quests to focus on how he fought fhdkfhsdkfjshf but i do think his abilities are cool!! he have wolf above head 🥺

YEAHHH BOYEEEEEEEEEEE god that reminds me of a scene from a drarry fic (What We Pretend We Can't See wink wonk)

oh damn!! hope they restock soon for your sake~ yissss ive watched a playthrough and omg lev.... my Son. i don’t think i can find the memes again but it was just about the bugs like how if you throw a grenade on the highway everyone will run out of their cars like a flashmob or something hfskfhsdjfkds. (LMAOOOOO) there’s actually a trailer with the other worlds! https://youtu.be/TAlKhARUcoY (it has spoilers tho supposedly lol. none we understand rn at least)

hdsfkhjs. omg you absolute legend!!!! but i also hope that you’re taking care of yourself and prioritising the important things too fhsfhdksdhf. but i am excited hehehehehe

AHHAAHKFHDSKJFSD pls... once i saw someone with an actual proper mullet on the bus and i was like “ew... keith would look like this irl?” FJSDHKFSAHKDASHDFSDJFKJFDSHFKJS. but what can i say i got influenced by all the kpop bois 😔 and hmmm idk? i think my dad didn’t care too much but ik my mum did/does fhsfskfsdfhkf so who knows lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. IT REALLY DOES GROW OUT LMAO LIKE. fhkshkfsdkj my cousin called me a rockstar when she saw it LOL so you’re prob right 🤪

yeah slow songs really just. aren’t LMAO ‘behind this mask of mine’ was based on a slow bts song and i put it in the playlist i had for it (bc obviously) but i wanted to skip it every time hfksjdhfskjdfhskfdkfhkslfhadksfjsdjhfkashkfjsdh. EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!! you are so correct. (hehehe i was gonna say that too that you don’t need to drive bc it’ll take you around 😏 LMAO)

fhkdsj thank!! legit pining iwa.......... more like pining ME mayhaps i just be self projecting 🤪🤪

lolol dw i can fight the hilichurls for you 😩 also who’s your fave enemy to fight! i used to like fighting the treasure hoarders most but the hilichurls are cute.. FHSKJDHFSDFKJSD plus i need their fucking masks my god why are their drop rates so shit hfsdhjfks

i’m not too sure actually? i’ve never been up early enough to test it but i like drinking tea like after dinner... which is the problem AHAHA. hmm well i like matcha a lot LOL but also chai? and then like black tea.... all the other ones too... i used to drink some fruity ones which were nice but we have a lot of the like basic chinese ones at home too and i enjoy those as well lol. wbu?? omg.... m.a........... dfhksdfkjhfkjshfksjd that’s a lot!!!!!!! do you even need to drink water then HKDSJFHKSDFHDKDSHFJKSDH

omg............. ive never seen euphoria LOL but ............. omg ...................... i cannot process thoughts rn.....

xoxo!! c.r. (you mean bc we’ll be playing co-op? you don’t have to if you’re uncomfy fhdskjf my genshin name was literally ‘aether’ up until yesterday FHDFHSDKFSDFJSHFKSDF)

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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loreweaver-universe · 5 years ago

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Man.

Wow.

Dude.

Man.

That was an experience.

A proper Steven Universe movie. And it was a proper Steven Universe movie! It was filled with themes of understanding what’s true about yourself and how you became who you were, with themes of redemption and healing, and with song after song after song after song.

Seriously, I lost count of the musical numbers somewhere in there. How many were there?

Experiencing all of that over the course of a month was fascinating. I really got to get into the details--I mean, I get to do that with regular episodes, but I’ve never experienced a movie this way. I know some people have sent in asks worried about the way I was getting to experience the movie and if it was affecting my enjoyment, but I loved (almost) every second of it. There’s a lot you get to see when you’re pausing every few seconds that you miss otherwise, and I loved all the little details, from the beautifully painted backgrounds all the way to the way Spinel moved and fought. This movie was so well-done!

I checked, by the way, and the total is 909 screenshots for the entire movie.

And Spinel. Hoo, boy, Spinel. Aquamarine has a rival for my favorite Steven Universe villain; I’m still too close to the movie to judge whether she’s been surpassed or not, but I’m pretty sure she has. Stiles’ performance as Spinel was heartrending. Everything about her aside from her factory reset form hurts to think about. It was such real, deep pain, and I was really moved. Other Friends and Drift Away are now two of my favorite Steven Universe songs--I sincerely doubt anything will ever dethrone It’s Over, Isn’t It, but these two are in the upper echelons of what I’ve liked from Steven Universe music.

ALSO I NEED MORE ROCK’N’ROLL PEARL I NEED IT GIVE ME MORE

It’s hard to find something to complain about in this movie. The songs I didn’t like were musical taste rather than quality. The acting was great. The story was great. The emotional moments were great. Connie KISSING STEVEN was great. I’m sure as I get some distance from the movie and the honeymoon period comes to a close, I’ll find some gripes with it, but for now? For now, I’m just basking in the glow. This movie was really good, you guys.

I cannot wait to see where the show goes from here, with all the changes that have come. I want to see more of Little Homeworld, especially. I’m sure Jasper’s locked herself away in a cupboard or something, if she hasn’t had the self-respect to go back to Homeworld looking the way she does now. That’ll be interesting. Bismuth being a semiregular like Peridot and Lapis will be fun. Connie having KISSED STEVEN will be fun to follow up on, yes it will. God, I am so excited for there to be more Steven Universe! I can’t wait.

I won’t be rating this movie alongside the episode list, because, really, how would that be fair? But it’s my new #1 for Steven Universe movies, whatever that’s worth :P

Up next is a return to other content. Now that The Movie is complete, I’m going to start on the Patron Picks--Baccano, Paranoia Agent, and A Place Further Than the Universe will be the next three liveblogs, possibly in that order. Following that up, I’ll be doing an episode of She-Ra in two parts, followed by a dive back into Infinity Train for a few episodes. For now, though, I’m going to do a fun little followup to the movie, and then chill out for a few hours before bed--I am going to get two more teeth out tomorrow, which will hopefully be the last tooth issues I have for a long time. You may or may not get more of my pseudo-liveblog of Borderlands 3 tonight; I’m not sure. See you in a minute!

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wonderingarmy · 5 years ago

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Kim Seokjin - The Lucky One

Part 1.

You entered your apartment after a long day at work, removed your coat and just dropped it on the floor. You went straight to bed and just drop your whole weight on your bed.

Your room is painted in light pink and white. Your shelves are filled with mangas, books, and BTS merchandise. Your walls are almost covered with different posters of each and every member of BTS. You've been a fan of BTS for five years now and looks like you will be forever.

You checked your phone for any updates about them. Logging onto, Twitter, Weverse, and Tumblr. Still the same videos and pictures and yet it still never fails to put a smile on your face, especially when it comes to Jin.

"I'd give up my stupid life to hold Jin's hand for three seconds", you whispered to yourself as you saw a picture of him smiling on Twitter. "Like the heavens would want my stupid life in exchange to hold this beautiful man's hand."

You fell asleep scrolling through every social media just to see pictures and videos of BTS. When you woke up, it's already morning.

It was a rainy Saturday, it's your weekend, so you didn't have to do anything. You promised that Saturday will be your rest day, your recharge day, the day where all you do is stay in bed, eat unhealthy food, and refuse to take a shower because you're always too cold.

You received a message from your friend, who's a big BTS fan like you as you are getting off of the bed.

"Y/N, you should go to Weverse. Jin is active again!"

"Autumn, even if I post there every millisecond, I won't get a chance to get noticed by him. They have like gazillion fans. The odds that I'll get noticed by Jin is like 0.0000000000000000000 infinity zeroes." You replied to her text.

After three minutes, Autumn, who's a Jungkook biased, replied, "He probably read your posts, they're just really boring, so doesn't bother to reply" with a laughing emoji.

"Bitch" you muttered to yourself. You put your phone on your side table and stared at it for a long time. Maybe Autumn is right. You posts boring shit, of course no one will notice it. Since when did you get such a sad and lonely life?

You spent your day watching movies you've seen hundred times before, eating microwaveable food, napping, and trying to finish books you've been trying to finish for forever. Updating your fan accounts and posting videos and pictures of BTS you have saved here and there, and putting captions and trying to be funny.

You went outside the porch of your apartment when you seen that the rain has died down, and the sun is starting to come out. When you looked up at the sky, you saw a rainbow.

"I don't know if I can wish on a rainbow or not, but" You said and you closed you eyes and made a wish.

"I wish to be happy." you said. You counted to ten and opened your eyes. The rainbow is still there, as beautiful as always.

"I think I just lost my damn mind wishing on a rainbow", you said shaking your head and went back inside your apartment.

You have been binge watching a stupid anime show, when you didn't realize it was already almost 11 pm. You got ready for bed, scroll through all your social media only to realize that you're still not sleepy. But you have to wake up early tomorrow and get a lot of things done, before a long weeks starts again at work.

Without really thinking about it, you went to Weverse and posted, "Ah I can't really sleep as I have been sleeping the whole day. Maybe if Jin marries me, it'll help me fall asleep."

You logged out of the app, put your phone on the side table, and try to sleep again. When you wake up the next day, and looked through your phone, you have thousands of notifications from Twitter.

Your phone is aways on silent, so you don't really know if someone replied to any of your posts, or if someone liked it. When you looked through your notifications, everybody is tweeting almost the same thing"

"@YNfan is this you? Omg you're so lucky"

"WTF @YNfan, I am so jealous"

"I am so happy for you @YNfan"

And so on and so on. You're still confused as to what's going on, especially as you just woke up. When you opened one of the screenshots, someone had posted, it has the post that you wrote on Weverse last night, with a Jin comment that says, "Okay, I will marry. Now, go to sleep. Good night" With a sleeping emoji.

Your heart started beating fast. You don't know what is going on. You looked at your phone again and Autumn is calling, you ignored it and went straight to the Weverse app. and there it is, on one of your thousands of notifications, "Jin commented on your post". When you clicked it, it went to your post with Jin's comment.

You know too well, it's just a comment. But a comment from Jin, after so many tries of them having them to notice one of your posts. A comment. And for someone who always rejects fan proposals, you are lucky to get a yes from Jin. Your face is turning red and your jumping with so much happiness. Your heart is beating faster and faster. You wanted to scream, but you don't want to wake up your neighbors.

Autumn is calling again and this time you answered.

"Autumn!!" you said excitedly.

"Looks like Jin is getting married after all." she said, you can tell from her voice that she's excited for you.

"Should I call him my fiance now?" you asked smiling from ear to ear. Hearts still beating fast. Your loneliness, starting to fade.

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dvoz-alternate · 5 years ago

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Game. Set. Match. pt 1

Vernon x volleyball captain!reader

AN: Katie is actually one of the people I played volleyball with and was my co-captain so she is my OC for this story!

AN #2: italics are thoughts and phone calls

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Looking over the plane tickets and travel information again you shoved them back into your backpack. Before joining the rest of your team who were sitting in chairs at the boarding gate. Your traveling team has been getting ready for a tournament that was taking place in Seoul, and you were more than ready to fall asleep on the plane ride over.

You told all of your girls to bring their team jackets, one so you wouldn’t lose each other and two because you were also going to be taking team photos while you were at this tournament.

Before boarding the plane you sent a text to thirteen boys you haven’t seen in a long time, but tried staying up to date with. You kind of hoped that you would be able to see them at least for a day while you were in Seoul, but you knew they would be just as busy as your team.

To: Hansol

Hey Han! I know it’s been a long time. Hopefully you haven’t forgotten about me yet! Anyway I just wanted to let you guys know I will be in a tournament in Seoul for the week and was hoping to maybe meet up with you guys? Well anyway let me know!

From: (Y/N)

Pocketing your phone you looked at your co-captain Katie. “Think we’re ready for this?” you asked as you looked at the boarding time for the fifth time. “Yeah we will be ready. Did you say anything to your friends that we will be coming over?” she asked putting an arm on your shoulder. “Yeah, I just sent them a text. I don’t know if they’ll reply or not but it was worth a shot. I know for a fact that Soonyoung won’t let me live it down if I am there and don’t tell them anything,” you replied making a slightly distressed face from remembering the last time that happened. “Oh! We should have a flight attendant take a team photo when we board the plane!” Katie said as she poked your cheek and you swatting her hand away. “Yeah we should,” you hummed in response. You looked over at the eight other girls all wearing their team sweatshirts and most were wearing sweats or shorts and you couldn’t help but shake your head at how ridiculous you all probably looked.

Finally boarding the plane and throwing your travel bags in the over head you all took your seats which happened to all be on one side of the plane. Sitting next to Katie you leaned out of your chair and asked the flight attendant to help you take a photo. All of you flashed the #1 for the photo and you thanked the attendant before taking your phone back.

Katie leaned over to see the picture, “You going to post it?” Nodding you were already in instagram and tagging the team. “And... done,” you said turning your phone off.

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Taking a break from their practice Hansol walked over to check his phone and get water. Taking a sip from his bottle he checked his phone and saw a message from you. The shock that you would be here for a week made him do a spit take.

“Dude what the heck?” Seungkwan said since he was next to him. “(Y/N)! She’s coming to Seoul!” That got everyone’s attention. “She’s what?!”

Running a hand through his hair Hansol explained, “She has a volleyball tournament this week. She was hoping to see us if we had time.” Everyone looked at Seungcheol. “Let me look at our schedule. Hansol see if she will send a copy of her schedule. Maybe we can actually watch one of her matches?” Various nods and conversations started and they were all excited to possibly get the chance to see you again.

Seokmin pulled out his phone and opened up instagram. “You didn’t say she was on her way right now!?” he said frantically waving his phone for everyone to see. It didn’t do much since people couldn’t see what the phone screen had on it. Joshua walked up and grabbed his wrist and pulled his phone from his hand so he could see what it was. “She is on the plane right now with her team. Look,” He passed the phone around to everyone the last person coming to Hansol. He couldn’t help but smile out how tired and excited you and your team looked as you posed for the photo. Smiling to himself he couldn’t wait to see you again.

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Getting off the plane the ten of you went to the luggage claim to get your equipment and bags. Turning on your phone you saw a message back from Hansol asking for your schedule for the week. Smiling you sent the message with your weeks information before pocketing your phone. Digging through your bag you looked for the travel information that you probably have memorized at this point, but you never know.

“Alright so lets find the rental car area and I will get us a van. We will do check ins at the hotel we are staying at and then we can go somewhere for dinner yeah?” you said looking at your small group of people before walking in the direction to find a van.

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After dinner you changed into your pjs before flopping on the bed and throwing an arm over your eyes. Groaning you finally stopped stressing for a minute and let yourself become a slug. “I always forget how long the flight over here is...” you muttered before rolling over onto your stomach. Hearing your phone ring you looked at the screen breaking into a large smile and sitting up on the bed. “I’ll be right back!” you almost shouted to Katie even though she was on the bed next to yours. Opening the patio door you stepped outside and swiped the answer button.

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“Guys she responded!” Hansol said finally being able to check his phone. “Don’t just text her back! Call her! No better yet FaceTime her!” Seungkwan said running up behind him along with the other members. “Jeez Seungkwan, chill! I will call her hold on,” Hansol said pushing the blonde off him. “No, no, no we want to be apart of the call too,” Chan said coming up to stand next to Hansol. Breathing a sigh out his nose he shook his head and sat on the floor with everyone following his lead.

Hesitating over your contact photo Hansol held his breath. “The phone isn’t going to call her unless you press the button,” Jeonghan said from Hansol’s left. Sending him a small glare Hansol pressed the button and held his breath. What if you were asleep, or busy or some other third thing he couldn’t think of. Everyone squished closer so they could see and hear you if you answered. After the third ring there was a slight pause and then your face appeared.

Hello! Your face appeared on the phone screen. Oh my God! You’re all there! your laugh carried through the speaker of the phone. “We miss you (Y/N)!” various boys called from around room. The smile you graced them with was comparable to Jeonghan’s in the fact that it made everyone feel warm inside. I miss you guys too. Oh! Hansol did you get the schedule I sent earlier? Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Oh, yeah I got it. We haven’t looked over it yet, but we will later tonight. Right Seungcheol?” Hansol asked looking over at the leader. “Yeah we will take a look tonight and let you know (Y/N),” Seungcheol said nodding his head. That would be amazing! I want to see you guys and I don’t need another reason for Soonyoung to give me ‘that’ look again. You squinted your eyes presumably at the guilty party Soonyoung. “What’s your schedule like tomorrow?” Jihoon asked moving to be on his knees. Um... I think hold on- the video paused but they could still hear your voice - where’s the screenshot I took of the schedule... I don’t want to wake Katie up it’s like poking a freaking bear... AH! Found it! - Unpausing the video your smiling face popped back up - So it looks like we have a 5:30 am practice at the gym facility and then nothing until the Round Robin Tournament in the evening at 6:00 pm. The small video version of you glanced down at what the boys presumed was your wrist. Oh shit... it’s that late already? - Looking back at thirteen of your favorite people you smiled - I need to get going if I don’t want to die tomorrow! Call me after 9:00 am if you can and let me know when I can see you guys! I miss you guys! Bummed out that the call was being cut short there were some groans. Oh cheer up you losers I will talk to you in my free time if I can’t see you! The laugh on your end of the phone brought smiles to all there faces, especially Hansol’s. “Yeah, we will let you know and definitely call you in the morning,” Hansol said with a small wave and a chorus of goodbyes were heard. Night guys! You flashed a peace sign before hanging up the call.

Setting down the phone Hansol couldn’t help the slight love-struck smile that ended up on his face. “Alright Romeo snap out of it. We have planning to do!” Seungkwan said poking the brunette’s cheek.

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nikatyler · 5 years ago

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Wanna hear a secret? Those last screenshots of gen 6 are from March and I haven’t opened the save since. *le gasp* But I figured, since it’s officially over now on the blog too, I should go on with gen 6, at least a little bit. So today, I guess, I will spend the evening by moving everyone to a new save and setting things up. Partially why I decided to make it that Regan should move away from Sunset Valley was because this save is awful. It takes over an hour to load, it’s slow and it crashes way more than any other of my saves. Besides, I think I’m over this Sunset Valley nostalgia. Before I had a simblr, I always played either in Sunset Valley or Moonlight Falls, and I wanted to remember those times. But now I’m tired of SV again. Any guesses where we’ll be going? I won’t confirm or deny anything, also it might not be as exciting as you might think. And no, it’s not Moonlight Falls.

So yeah, Roses will go on a break now. Tomorrow, I have something that you’ve been waiting for planned. Keep your eyes on my blog. And then...

This summer belongs to BPR. Finally! I’ve been playing that save for almost a year now and you haven’t seen anything. Well, to be fair, saying I’ve been playing it for a year is a lie - I played it last summer, then stopped in September and picked it up again this March. I didn’t touch it for months. But I gave it a chance again and decided to continue. Gen 1 is kinda meh but I love my gen 2 heir. She’s a mess. (which is what I say about all my favourite sims because guess what, I have a type or something)

I don’t know how long that will run, it’ll be interrupted a few times by the thing that I’ll officially start tomorrow, but when gen 1 of BPR is posted, I’ll switch back to TS4 again. It’s been a while since you’ve last seen Sunset and Dawn, huh? And Ross and Caleb...though they’re not around as much anymore because it’s not their generation, but they’re still really fun when they appear. Ross almost made my cry the last time I played. No spoilers or anything.

TL;DR: Haven’t played Roses for months, will fix that. Keep your eyes on my blog tomorrow. BPR will start posting after that. Then I’ll post NSB. Happy summer y’all. <3

Oh, and I almost forgot: I didn’t include the “congrats” comments in this post but you guys, I want you to know that I saw them and honestly, thank you very much. I’m panicking a little when I realize that in a few months, I’ll be living in Prague. Crazy.

And yeah, once again, I know for a fact my activity feed isn’t showing me all the replies. *sigh*

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “No way, simmeronnie is doing replies again? :o It’s been a month, I...”

Yeah, I should have thought that something was off when you answered with "you know nothing" gif to one of my comments�� but I was clueless to that point ��

And I thought it gave away too much haha 😅 I couldn’t resist using it though!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Hey babe! Guess what, my dad is doing fine. I spoke to mum.”...”

Oh-oh the guys seem to be right in time before it's too late

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Regan: “Hey babe! Guess what, my dad is doing fine. I spoke to mum.”...”

Will better hurry or they'll never see her again!

Now that I think about it, wouldn’t it be fun if I let things get even worse?

I’m kidding, it wouldn’t be fun. But we’d get to see Regan as a mermaid.

Jk, I’ve never understood the mermaid hype 🤷‍♀️ I've always been more into vampires...which shows, I guess. *points at my gen 2 of nsb*

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Regan Rose, I’ve never met a woman as wonderful as you. Will...”

NONONONONONONO

*gasps*

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Regan Rose, I’ve never met a woman as wonderful as you. Will...”

Oh yikes ��

cloudberry-sims replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Regan Rose, I’ve never met a woman as wonderful as you. Will...”

Regan wake up! Don't let this yandere fish win!

fishingforsims replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Regan Rose, I’ve never met a woman as wonderful as you. Will...”

FEAR.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Nerine: “Regan Rose, I’ve never met a woman as wonderful as you. Will...”

ohhhhhhh no

Idk what to say here other than I imagined that if this was a movie with a really cool soundtrack, I would love the music part of this scene. Just imagine.

I’m a sucker for a good soundtrack.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Yes! Yes, of course I love you! I will be your wife. Geez, I’m...”

F.... Damn it, faster, guys, rescue her!

alexander-goth-official replied to your photoset “Regan: “Yes! Yes, of course I love you! I will be your wife. Geez, I’m...”

i am way too invested in this, please someone save regan!

She almost broke free on her own three seconds ago, have you noticed? Just before Nerine convinced her that it’s not too soon to get married, we got a glimpse of “hold on, what the heck are we doing, this isn’t right??!”

The magic was too strong, though. So yeah, faster guys. Faster.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset

I wish this was actually true love. She looks so happy!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset

But this Pic is beautiful if one doesn't know the context��

I knoooow ;-; She’ll get her happy ending, I promise. It’ll be a bumpy ride though.

Because when have I ever made things easy for my sims, right?

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Regan: “Will?” Nerine: “What do you think you’re doing here? Get out...”

Give it to her, Will!

A moment of appreciation for Will: He went from being my least favourite spare to a spare with huge potential to a spare who saved the entire legacy. We want this generation to end on a happy note, right? And having the heir enslaved by a mermaid doesn’t sound like a happy note to me.

cloudberry-sims replied to your photoset “Nerine: “She’s my fiancée now! Of course she’s staying here. She loves...”

Yandere fish fiancee

I refuse to call Nerine anything that is not “yandere fish fiancée”. That is her name now.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Nerine: “She’s my fiancée now! Of course she’s staying here. She loves...”

Oh God at the first Pic she's so creepy like she's pointing finger at us, readers, who also want her to end her magic tricks ��

Sometimes...I actually take good pictures which have exactly the vibe I want them to have 😂

pxelatedtrash replied to your photoset

Shits about to get real!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset

Yeah, show that psycho!

Okay, well, when I said it was Will who saved the legacy, I wasn’t 100% right. He wouldn’t do it without Roan at his side. Let’s have a moment of appreciation for Roan too!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “The voices…they’re so loud…my head…my head is going to explode…I can’t...”

Voices of consciousness?

Yeah, she was waking up from the illusion here. She wanted to say her opinion, but the spell was still there, forcing her to say the exact opposite, also Roan was doing Weird Magic Stuff™ in her mind...it was a lot for this poor head.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “I’d never been more happy to hug him. I didn’t dare to say any of the...”

AU where Nerine won

OMG

Alrighty! *takes notes* When I’m in the mood for breaking my followers’ hearts...this will come in handy for sure!

swagmaster-camilla replied to your post “regan is my favourite of yours, purple hair is my favourite thing ever”

i had purple hair in real life for ageeees! only dyed it back to blonde for modelling jobs

Ahh, I wish I could go back to purple! Blonde sounds fun too (especially for me because I have the most boring brown hair in the world), but after I had awful blonde streaks when I was fifteen, I’m scared to give that colour one more try haha. Then again, maybe if I went fully blonde, it would be better than just streaks.

Nah, I’m scared.

melien replied to your photoset “Regan: “Mum -” Miracle: “Shhh. I know. I do. It wasn’t the real you. I...”

Aww Regan it wasn't your fault! To think of it, the only mistake she made was trusting Nerine too much...

Exactly. And even when she saw Nerine wasn’t perfect and had some bad personality traits, she still ignored that because she loved her that much. On another hand, are we really surprised Regan let that all happen? It was her first love that worked out somehow.

#replies #tiny-tany-thaanos #dandylion240 #harmoniouspixels #cloudberry-sims #fishingforsims #autistichatkid #alexander-goth-official #pxelatedtrash #swagmaster-camilla #melien

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craftymaelyss · 6 years ago

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Pages from the official Kameo Manga I’m not sure if I can upload the full manga but I want to show these pages that show Theena and Kalus immediately after Solon’s death. The other ones show the interaction between Kameo and Kalus but I want people reading this to pay close attention to what they all say. Notice how after hearing about Solon’s death, she doesn’t comfort her own daughter. She clings to Kameo, adopts her and straight up ignores Kalus who is dragged away to her lessons while Theena spends time to play with baby Kameo (though I am not blaming her or saying it’s Kameo’s fault at all for Theena’s actions here) We see when they are older that Theena has continued to push her own daughter Kalus further away since she was 3 years old. Kalus is now barely 5 years old, received no affection from her own mother in almost 2 years and has already built up a wall around herself. Theena stops to play with Kameo but not with Kalus, having the same sad expression from seeing her own daughter who reminds her of her husband but still chooses to neglect her in favor of Kameo. I also want to show the only time ever in the entire series that Kalus has received affection from Theena and it’s from Solon right before he dies.(tumblr won’t let me add another screenshot but I’ll try to add it to the comment section) Unfortunately only one volume of this manga was released but it gave us a lot of insight and that, along with the Kameo podcast and Journals, it paints a pretty solid picture: Kalus isn’t a spiteful, ‘evil’ petty sister. She’s an emotionally neglected and even physically abused, stressed out kid who only had 1 thing left in her life, that her Father had left her, that she worked hard for, for 15 years, only for Theena to play favourites and give it to Kameo after the Elemental Stand incident in Theena’s room from what Kameo did. Kameo’s journal: 72.9.1.11 (1) “That’s when Mother came in. She yelled at us both, but mostly she yelled at Kalus. What are you doing? She grabbed Kalus’s arm really hard and looked madder than I’ve ever seen her. For a second, I thought she was going to hit Kalus, but she didn’t. She just yelled a lot about being irresponsible and how she feels she can’t trust Kalus.” I want reader to remember that Theena plays favourites, she’s played favourites for 15 years. Kameo knows she’s Theena’s favourite. Now, do you think she would ever want to do anything to upset her favourite? Remember this is from Kameo’s journal. If Kameo wasn’t there, she would have hit Kalus. She absolutely would have struck Kalus right then and there. Imagine Kalus in that spot, hearing her own Mother (who has also actively avoided trying to train or talk to Kalus about the ceremony) saying to Kalus that she doesn’t trust her. Kalus puts on a brave front and tries to act like a perfect Queen, to be exactly like what her father Solon would have expected of her, that’s why she puts on this brave front even in her journal in some parts. This is why Kalus does not write or go into more detail about this abuse, she focuses on her Father and her role as Queen for the kingdom. I am fairly certain from Theena playing favourites, she subconsciously sabotaged Kalus solely for Kameo to take over. Mystic had to do almost nothing to influence Theena. She only had to show her a fake vision and Theena, having no trust in her daughter, who for 15 years has worked hard to be Queen and make her father proud, easily handed everything to an inexperienced Kameo. As for Kameo, she’s not innocent either. Definitely nowhere near as bad as Theena but she’s not off scott-free either. I want to point out that Kameo knew she shouldn’t have touched it, and I want to point out that Kameo knew she was Theena’s favourite. Even after she tells Lenya before the ceremony (Yes Lenya knew the truth of what happened and was talking to Theena after it happened and didn’t tell her) but this is why I asked people to read and remember what was written in those journals, mainly Kameo’s journal: 762.9.1.11 (2) “I explained everything to Lenya, and she said that I should try to explain it to Mother. Tomorrow. After the ceremony, maybe.” 762.X.1.11 (1) “I haven’t seen her since yesterday when we had the fight in the room of the Element Of Power. I don’t think she’s come out of her room. I thought I heard her in there crying last night, but I know for a fact that nothing I could have said would have made her feel better. I’ll apologise to her too, after the ceremony. She’s probably nervous and doesn’t want to be bothered today. We’ll see. If I get a moment alone with her, I’ll maybe say sorry then. Maybe it will make all of this easier on her if she’s not mad at me anymore.” Kameo knows Kalus was not at fault, that she was under severe stress and that she should not have even touched the Element Of Power. Despite all that, Kameo would rather Kalus not be mad at her and might apologise for what she did. I want the fandom to know and understand this. Kalus could have handled the situation better but she is by no means doing this out of spite. This poor kid’s been through hell and back, abused by her family and had literally everything taken from her. Let’s not forget that after she sacrifices herself to make things right, when Kameo and Theena are falling afterwards, once Theena checks Kameo is fine, she looks at the carnage with a smile. She doesn’t ask what happened to Kalus (she couldn’t have seen or heard from where she was and Kalus saying sorry was a telepathic message between those two according to the Prima guide as Kalus reveals the Mystic had manipulated both of them) but even after that, Kameo does not tell Theena what the Mystic did and either didn’t tell her what Kalus did to literally save all of them or Theena doesn’t care at all. Kalus is hands down the most tragic character and Kameo is not pure of heart. Please share this so the fandom knows the true story. This game BADLY needs a remake with ALL of the lore included. Also adding this real quick, in the interview, the reason why Kalus is so upset (check the date of the interview and compare it to Kalus’ entry) not only is she severely stressed but they interviewed Kameo first. She was overlooked as the next Queen for the entire kingdom solely for the more popular princess right before the ceremony. Now you can imagine why she’s so angry at Kameo here. Beforehand, she was actively working to find Kameo a job that she would like when she became Queen. Here, she is beyond hurt. 15 years of work and constantly being in Kameo’s shadow, yet she’s still being denied any positive attention or spotlight.

#Kameo Elements Of Power #Kameo #Kalus #KEOPlore #KEOPjournals #tragiicbackstory #underratedgem #remakeKameo

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written-seoks · 6 years ago

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blossoming [ngk 05]

BTS | Namjoon/Jungkook/Yoongi | Soulmates AU | Teen

find this on ao3 here

Namgikook week .05 Prompt: soulmates

Namjoon quickly took a peek under his own shirt and almost wasn’t surprised to find a new line of wisteria on his shoulder. When he looked up, the only thing in front of him was a smashed cell phone on the ground where the guy - his soulmate - had dropped it. In the distance, he could see a little dot disappearing around a corner. “HEY!” He yelled to no effect. That’s… not what he expected.

You start to get flower marks where your soulmate touches you when you meet them

Namjoon had found a whole line of bruises down his arm when he first met Yoongi. Of course, being mildly hungover and very aware of his clumsy nature, he had just brushed it off. He hadn’t even thought about it until Seokjin had asked him about it.

When he took a closer look, the purple-brown of a bruise was more of a purple-blue of a wisteria. Little wisteria petals trailed down his arm, creating a path of clearly traceable fingerprints.

Of course, that was only half the battle. Now that he had met his soulmate, he had to find him. Which was ten times more difficult than it normally would’ve been. Because he couldn’t remember the night he got those bruises. They had already faded, so here he was, racking his mind for anything he remembered.

It may of been this pre-occupation with trying to remember the party where he had gotten that line of wisteria that caused him to bump into Yoongi in the first place. The irony knocked him on his ass. As did Yoongi when he clipped him going the opposite direction and staring at his phone.

Just as Namjoon had turned around to snap at the guy, definitely not in the best mood at 8 am before he had any coffee in him, he caught him staring at a new bruise of twenty laurel leaves on his wrist and what little of his neck he could see. Right where Namjoon had smacked into him.

He picks up the phone. It’s locked, but the password is 1111. He texts the most recent contact, a guy who’s in the phone as “bobi the fool.” Which. Okay. He won’t judge.

[me] Hey, this is my soulmate’s phone, he just left it here. Do you know where I can find him to give it back?

[bobi the fool] HAHA WHAT

YOU WHAT

HIS WHAT NOW

[me] His soulmate.

[bobi the fool] YOU SURE?

[me] yes, is the caps lock really necessary?

[bobi the fool] I guess not. What’s your name?

[me] Kim Namjoon. Who are you?

[bobi the fool] Whoa, you’re Taehyung’s friend right? I know him

Also, what do you mean?? Don’t you have my contact?

[me] he… he has you in here as “bobi the fool”

[sent 1 picture (screenshot)]

[bobi the fool] HE WHAT.

That’s actually kinda funny tho… :p

I’m Jung Hoseok. I’m on the dance team.

[me] Oh! With Park Jimin right? My hyung Seokjin knows him.

[bobi the fool] oh yeah I know about Seokjin hyung!

Anyways, you sure you’re Yoongi’s soulmate!???

[me] his name is Yoongi?

And yeah. Pretty fuckin sure. We bumped each other and I’ve got a line of wisterias covering my shoulder now.

[bobi the fool] Oh. yeah. That’s Yoongi’s flower.

[me] How do you know what his flower is??

Suddenly the phone gets a text from someone named “Jungkook <3.”

[Jungkook <3] Hyung, why did hobi hyung just text me saying you found another soulmate?

Hyung please answer

please

Oh. Oh shit. Namjoon stares at the cracked phone and can audibly hear the shattering of his heart. He barely prevents the phone from slipping from his hand and cracking even more. Fuck. What the fuck. His soulmate already had a soulmate? Was that even possible? Well… It obviously was, Namjoon can't just ignore the evidence right in front of him.

But… he's definitely soulmates with Yoongi. He has new bruises and so did Yoongi. This Jungkook guy must've met him first, which is why Hoseok knew what Yoongi's flowers look like.

He takes a deep breath, pockets the phone and walks towards his dorm. He needs to talk to Seokjin-hyung before he confronts the situation.

He gets home but Seokjin isn't there yet. He sits on the couch and wallows for what he deems an acceptable amount of time, which is about half an hour. He's drawn out of his misery by a ping of a notification. He checks his phone but doesn’t find anything so, with trepidation he checks Yoongi’s phone.

He finds a notification from “bobi the fool” he’d missed one or two from earlier when he was ignoring the phone but there’s another from just a moment ago. It reads:

[bobi the fool] I should let Yoongi tell you. Will you meet with me so I can get his phone?

Hey, are you getting this?

And then:

[bobi the fool] hey this is yoongi.

Oh. Oh FUCK. Namjoon seizes and stares at the phone in shock. What. What what-what. What is he supposed to do now?

[me] Hi, this is Kim Namjoon.

[bobi the fool] i know.

Oh yeah, Namjoon huffs out a breathy laugh to himself, of course, he would know that, why wouldn’t he know that? Namjoon’s an idiot.

[bobi the fool] so. you have my flowers.

Oh good, they’re going to talk about it. That’s great. There is absolutely nothing else Namjoon wants to do rather than talk about the fact that he’s a SECOND SOULMATE to a guy who looks like an angel and would probably never give Namjoon another look normally. Yay!

[me] yeah, I do

[bobi the fool] okay what do you want to do?

we can meet so you can give me back my phone or you can give it to hoseok if you want

Oh yeah. Oh yeah, of course, he doesn’t want to meet. He’s probably happy with his other soulmate, yeah that’s fair.

He’s just about to text Yoongi back that he can meet and give the phone back to Hoseok if that’s what Yoongi wants when Seokjin opens the door and startles the living daylights out of him, too focused on properly wording his text to pay attention to his surroundings.

“Namjoonie! How are you? Did you find your soulmate while you were out?” Seokjin laughs beautifully and sets his groceries down on their kitchen counter. When he turns around to see Namjoon’s defeated expression his face falls, “Joonie, what happened? I’m sorry-�� He approaches as if Namjoon was a flighty cat. Namjoon immediately curls into Jin’s side as soon as he sits on the couch, phone landing in his lap.

“Hyung,” he rasps, defeated, “Hyung, I met my soulmate.”

Seokjin tries to smile excitedly, but he’s obviously still worried. “That’s good! What’re they like?”

Namjoon’s frown deepens as he tries to hold back tears, nervous breakdown near on the horizon. “Hyung, he already has a soulmate. He doesn’t want me.” Namjoon gestures at the phone in his lap, which Seokjin quickly takes and scrolls through the messages, pulling Namjoon closer as he does.

He finds the beginning of the messages - “How did you get his phone?”

“I literally bumped into him and he bolted.”

“Do you have new flowers? Show me, Joonie.” Namjoon nods obediently, too emotionally exhausted to do much else and so slips off his jacket to reveal the tank-top underneath. Seokjin gasps at the matching lines of wisteria twisting down his left and right side. He quickly turns back to the phone. “You two are definitely soulmates… I’ve heard of this happening once or twice before, so you’re not alone Joonie, it’ll just make it more difficult.”

“It’ll be impossible, hyung, since he doesn’t want me.”

“Joonie, nowhere does it say that he doesn’t want you.”

“Doesn’t it? He said that I could give the phone to Hoseok so he could avoid meeting me. I probably fucked things up with his poor soulmate too, he probably hates me.” This gets him a smack on the head from Seokjin.

“Shut up, Joonie. That’s not your fault. Also, he’s giving you the option of giving the phone to Hoseok - probably because he doesn’t want to pressure you.”

“I don’t think so, hyung. He straight up bolted before I could say anything.”

Seokjin frowns, “Either way, Joonie, I won’t let you just give up on this! This is your soulmate! He might be your only one, there’s no way to know!”

Namjoon frowns into Seokjin’s broad shoulders. “But… hyung….”

Seokjin hums. “No excuses. I’m going to make some dinner and you’re going to text this guy and set a date at that coffee shop you like. You’re going to go there, buy him a coffee, get to know him better and then give him his phone with your number inside it.” He rights Namjoon on the couch and stands before pausing and turning back around, “And while you’re doing that, you can put his number in your phone.”

Namjoon sighs and flops back down on the couch, phone in front of him. He groans but knows there’s no point in refusing Seokjin. He unlocks the phone and puts his number in before texting Yoongi back.

[me] Can you meet me at the campus coffee shop tomorrow at 9 am? We can talk and I’ll give you back your phone.

[bobi the fool] yeah, sounds good

is it okay if i bring jungkook?

Namjoon doesn’t bother asking who Jungkook is and doesn’t question how Yoongi knows he knows who Jungkook is. Hopefully, they talked and worked everything out and are going to let him down easy.

Seokjin takes the phone away from him after that, probably knowing that he’d stay up all night wondering if he had it in his hands. “Joonie, come eat, okay. Then bed and then I’ll walk you down to the coffee shop!” Namjoon nods despondently and rises to go eat the delicious food Seokjin had prepared.

Needless to say, he doesn’t get much sleep that night.

In the morning, at 8:45 am because he didn’t get to set his alarm last night, he rushes out the door and runs down the street (without Seokjin because he had claimed “beauty sleep”) to the coffee shop that’s 20 minutes down the road. He thinks he’s going to be late, but Yoongi isn’t there by the time he’s there. Which… is actually more frightening than if he had been late. What if Yoongi had decided not to come?

But regardless he gets his coffee and sits, staring out the window at nothing at all, watching pair after pair after pair of soulmates pass by him. This mindlessness with which he watches prevents Namjoon from seeing Yoongi approach, so when the chair across from him is pulled out, he jumps and almost knocks his coffee over.

He looks up to apologize and meets Yoongi’s eyes. He’d worn a t-shirt today because it had been the only thing on his floor when he’d woken up in a hurry. He could tell that it was a mistake by the way Yoongi was eyeing up his eyes, causing Namjoon to rub his arms self-consciously and look away, wisterias crawling along his skin.

“Wow, hyung, you must’ve tackled him or something to give him that many!” A guy Namjoon hadn’t noticed pulls out a seat and sits down, and Yoongi follows, not meeting Namjoon’s eyes.

The sudden action snaps Namjoon back into social-interaction mode - “Hi, you must be Jungkook… I’m Namjoon.”

Jungkook tilts his head and smiles, only a little bitterly. “Yeah, I guessed. You’re here to take my hyung away from me, right?”

Namjoon’s barely-there smile falls right off his face, “Uhh….” Error. Error.

Jungkook hums, “Just kidding. Are you my hyung? When were you born?” Yoongi still isn’t looking at him, weren’t they going to meet so that they could get to know each other?

Namjoon sighs, he doesn’t have the energy for this whiplash he’s getting. “I think so, I was born in 94.”

Jungkook sighs despondently, “Yeah, you’re older than me,” it kinda seems like he’s pouting, but Namjoon can’t tell. “You’re younger than Yoongi-hyung though.”

Namjoon jumps on the opportunity - “How old are you, hyung?” He asks, turning to Yoongi and ignoring the pitiful laugh Jungkook gives. He finds Yoongi staring at the hydrangea on his forearms. “Hyung?”

Yoongi sighs and looks up, glancing at Jungkook once before looking at Namjoon, face expressionless. “I was born in 1993. The night we met at that club, I bumped into you making out with a girl.” At this, Jungkook bursts out laughing, slapping the table and nearly knocking over his drink.

Namjoon splutters, mortified. “I - I what? I - um - don’t remember that?” Yoongi gives him a deadpan look and Namjoon rushes to cover - “No really! I was blackout drunk that night, I don’t remember anything at all, I just woke up with the wisteria on my arm!”

Jungkook bursts into even more laughter at that and Yoongi gives him a glare, punching his arm. Jungkook chokes out, “But, hyung, here you were worrying that- that- he waasha- ha- huh-”

Namjoon’s brows furrow, “Worrying that I was what? What?”

Jungkook chokes and Yoongi just folds his arms while he tries to recover, “He thought you might be--” Yoongi’s arm snaps out and necks Jungkook, drawing him close so that he can whisper in his ear. Jungkook stiffens quickly and his face goes beet red. He quickly whispers back, and Namjoon can barely hear him, “But hyung, you won’t know unless-” Yoongi’s whispers interrupt him, “Yes, yes, hyung I understand. Uh yeah, there’s! There’s no need to do that hyung, uh huh nope, I’ll be good. Promise.” There’s a pause and Yoongi almost lets go of him before Jungkook wrestles out of his grip and says in a clear voice, “Yoongi hyung thinks you’re straight. Or a fuckboy.” He turns to a fuming, red-faced Yoongi and gives him a guilty smile - “Sorry hyung, it’s for your own good. You deserve to know, at least.”

Namjoon is just staring at them for a long moment. Then he bursts out laughing. “Me- me - straight?? HA- ha - ha oh my go-sssss, that’s the fuuuuuniest thing I’ve heard all week, oh my god!” Then he sobers and frowns, “For the record, I’m pan. Why didn’t you assume that I was at least bi?”

Yoongi splutters and tries to defend himself, “I - I didn’t - Statistically!” When Namjoon gives him a look he sighs and looks down, “I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” he mumbles.

Namjoon laughs and all of his worries are lifted. “I’m sorry you bumped into me like that, I wish we could’ve met under better circumstances. Then all of this could’ve been avoided, hopefully.”

Yoongi looks up through his bangs, “So you’re okay that I already have Jungkook?”

Namjoon’s brows furrow, “I can’t say I’m ecstatic, it’ll take some time to get used too, for sure… but,” here he looks to Jungkook, “You seem like a nice guy - “

Jungkook grins, “Awwwwww hyung, you seem like a nice guy too! Does this mean I can have some of your coffee?”

Namjoon immediately rallies to the defense of his coffee, “No! Nonono! You already have your own let me enjoy mine!” He grabs Jungkook’s attacking hand and twists it, using his other to move his coffee away. Yoongi gasps. Namjoon frowns in response - “What’s wrong?” He lets go of Yoongi’s hand. Only to see a branch of Jasmine growing on his palm.

He gapes at the white skin of his palm, where white petals of jasmine are growing where he grabbed Jungkook. He looks up and meets Jungkook’s eyes before looking down to where he had gripped Jungkook - where a new line of hydrangeas lined his thumb and wrist.

Oh. Oh shit. Awesome.

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