#if you don’t agree… grrrr

[operationandre]

Autistic Andre Headcanons

(a long list because i love this headcanon)

- those stupid sunglasses aren’t just for style (thank god.) they’re also to protect andre’s eyes. he’s very sensitive to light and tries to avoid it whenever he can. when he’s inside, he never uses the main lights in his room, instead opting for lamps and other small sources of lights he can control.

- andre hates changes in routine. he feels like he’s out of control and like someone has went out of their way to mess up his day. it makes him uncomfortable and somewhat angry. an example of this is in the egging scene where cal tries to change the target of their attack. andre angrily says no and that they might ruin the campaign.

- andre has always been obsessed with guns and the army, even before zero day was even a thought in his mind. he would read books about both, constantly watch documentaries, and play with toy guns and little army men.

- ever since he was little, andre wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. his mom and dad first thought he was just being an unruly kid or that he didn’t like them, but they soon learned they were wrong. at a checkup, the doctor mentioned how andre showed clear signs of autism and every thing fell into place.

- mel is a big source of comfort for andre when he gets overstimulated. he’ll hold her in his lap and pet her soft fur.

- andre likes to have pressure on his body. he has multiple weighted blankets and loves it when mel sleeps on his chest and makes soft biscuits on his stomach.

- his mom and dad were very pleased when andre started hanging out with cal. andre had never seemed too interested in other kids and when he was, the other kids would think he was weird. cal was different, though, and the two boys instantly clicked.

- understanding social cues and sarcasm is hard for andre, like genuinely impossible. he interprets a lot of things as bullying or being mean.

- andre and cal make cds for andre’s car for two reasons: they hate the music on the radio and andre likes to listen to some of the same music on repeat. also, he loves loud music. he’ll drive around alone some times just so he can blast music.

- andre takes his own lunch for school. he hates the uncertainty of lunch food from what’s in it to what they’ll be serving on a specific day. his lunchbox is black and quite small.

- cal is very touchy but understands that andre doesn’t always want that. cal asks before he touches andre and apologizes when he forgets to do so.

- on his sixteenth birthday, his mom bought him a strong cologne. he sprayed it on one day and almost had a panic attack. the smell was everywhere, and he hated it. he showered multiple times to get it off of him.

- some repetitive movements and noises andre makes include rocking back and forth, flexing and unflexing his hands, and making soft clicking noises.

[tragedy-of-commons]

Grrrr pops in

Hi gwennie 😈

"Ocean + blade" for your little game SgajSHSVSJHSHAGS GIGGLES

Thank u for your service giggles

blade x reader. description of drowning and peril. wc: 1.3k.

Seppod-II’s oceans teem with gossamer seafoam, a film of rainbow floating atop gray waves. If you had to compare the body of water in front of you to anything in particular, you’d start with prismatic oil smeared across drab pavement.

As always, the script comes first and foremost. You wouldn't dream of delaying the inevitable, not when you carry out the orders of Destiny, beholden to Outcome. But right now, marveling at the ocean with your co-worker, there is a gap between directives. Similarly, there is a gap between you and the untouchable Blade, who lingers just out of arm’s reach.

“Beautiful,” you sigh wistfully, twisting the heels of your boots into the beige sand. “Don’t you agree?”

Predictably, he doesn’t say anything in response; he seldom speaks at all. You imagine Blade feels like a thoughtless addendum to your whims. After all, you’d dragged him here with little regard for the furrow of his brow and slight downward curl of his lip, starry-eyed and set on exploration. Shooting a sidelong glance at the man, his gaze is fixed forward, as if trying to burn holes into the vantage point of the horizon.

He pointedly does not look at the water. This particular beach has no name, but it’s a popular tourist attraction, and for good reason. To outlanders, it looks like something out of a painting, varnished with a layer of eeriness that’s both serene and off-putting. There are no birds crying out for scraps or companionship under the overcast sky. There are no other vacationers or proponents of fate. 

There is no one around but the two of you. 

If you have to exist in a vacuum with Blade, you certainly don’t want to keep standing here on your restless legs. You’ve been doing that far too much on this assignment already. 

“I’m going for a dip,” you grunt, beginning to peel away your coat and outerwear. There’s no way you’re not submerging your body in that. You want to feel it swallow you whole, engulfing your consciousness until you’re part of it and it’s a part of you. “I take it you’re not coming?”

Blade turns to you, rotating his ancient relic of a frame, only lacking the overexaggerated creaking sound. His eyes are striking against the monochrome tint of this world, starkly contrasted by the rest of him. If it weren’t for the intensity of his stare, you’d think he belongs here - dusted by fog and muted colors that make him seem more like a wandering specter.

“I choose to accompany you.”

But he sticks out sometimes, much to your fascination.

His words make you pause, hand stilling on the festooned yet troublesome belt wrapped about your waist. Blade’s tone betrays nothing, expression perfectly neutral.

That’s… certainly something. When was the last time he chose to willingly subject himself to your presence, much less go swimming with you?

Well, you’re not entertaining that train of thought right now. Thinking has never got you where you’ve needed to be, anyway. Your boots come off next after some fussing with the laces. “Really? Color me surprised, friend. Come on then, lose the layers! Unless you plan on getting your whole, uh, ensemble wet.”

You almost laugh at the thought of commanding Blade to strip, deciding that you are above mortification today. Truly, there is something special in the air. 

You’re certain that your colleague would’ve stepped foot into the shallows with everything on if you hadn’t said anything, then proceed to walk around in public without any fucks to give. Can’t have that, not when drawing any more attention to yourselves isn’t something you want, even on smaller planets like this one.

You step over your discarded apparel, gesturing for Blade to follow you after he shucks his coat away. For a beach, it’s decidedly chilly; the breeze tickles your exposed arms and nips at your neck, propelling you over the shore.

The pads of your feet graze ghostly shells and sea glass peeking out from the sand. Dipping your toes in, you sigh and feel Blade’s presence loom behind you. Grabbing his hand without a second thought, you slot your fingers together.

“Can’t have you drowning or losing me at sea,” you joke.

“Either would be a blessing.”

You laugh loudly and tug him along until your chin is treading the waterline. Looking down, your lower body disappears into inky darkness. You know your legs are down there, you can still feel them. Just barely.

It’s exactly like you imagined. It’s absorbing you and your tangled thoughts, leaving you weightless and floating on your back, vision taken up by the stagnant blanket of clouds above. You squeeze Blade’s hand before your eyes close.

He’s serving as your solemn anchor right now. A medley of rainbow laps at your extremities, a pleasant void consuming your core. If his affliction is soothed by mind control, your affliction must be soothed by sensory deprivation.

The salinity levels of Seppod-II’s oceans are perfect. Your head (do you even have a head anymore?) is stuffed with cotton - or rather clogged with water. No more thinking.

A dreamless trance is the closest thing to death there is.

“I think you ought to try this, Blade,” you rasp aloud even though you won’t hear his reply. “It’s peaceful.”

His hand abandons yours, severing any connection to the real world. Loneliness is a heady sensation that washes over you much like the waves, but you’re barely present to care. Detached.

Is he sinking? Floating next to you? Leaving you to sunbathe? The prospect doesn’t sting too harshly, not when your heartbeat sings in your ears and you’re far, far away.

But you are beholden to Outcome, and you have things to do.

You’re reminded of this as you’re startled awake. In what feels like a fleeting second, the world goes from nothing to everything, light assaulting your retinas and a pair of hands, compressing your chest rhythmically.

In a flash, you’re coughing and sputtering up enough water to fill an aquarium. The cold, bandaged hands reel back. Blade…

How the hell did you almost drown? Typical you!

To think that the man so dead set on ending his immortal life just resuscitated you - is beyond bizarre. It’s irony of the highest order, and it’s hilarious. You can only laugh, a choked off gurgling sound coming out instead of your amusement. You feel gross and bare, and it’s funny, which is why you feel tears blur the expanse of your vision.

“Did you lead us astray intentionally?” he asks, voice flat but harboring a subtle cutting edge, “This place is rife with deception, fraught with traps you’ve walked straight into.”

“What the hell are you,” hack! “...talking about?”

He’s always cryptic at the worst times. You could be making breakfast - flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs, and Blade would probably come up behind you and whisper something about horrors untold. But this is different. Notably, the beach is much dimmer, and your colleague’s eyes flicker with volcanic severity; a beacon among the dull.

He drips with rivulets of silver as he stands to his full height, leaving you scrambling to get up by yourself. You want to run your fingers through the knots in his limp hair, rendering any brush useless compared to your touch. Regrettably, the invasive thought crumbles under the weight of his next words.

“...it pulled you under.”

“What? The waters are tranquil.”

Blade scoffs. “Exactly.”

Ah. Perhaps the sensation of nothingness was too good to be true, and the waters intended to engulf you for good. In retrospect, you had been allured; called and reeled in despite your better (questionable) judgment.

The toll fee for paradise is hefty, and though you’d pay it without hesitation, there are still actions to be taken. You have to actually be alive to carry out the script. 

“Your time has not come yet,” he drawls. “You know better than to believe otherwise.”

Blade speaks from experience often.

With that, he storms off (though he’d scowl at that description). It seems it’s time to get on with the next objective, considering he’s about to leave you behind whether you’re still evening out your labored breaths or not. You reel as you pick up your belongings resting near the shore before hurrying after him.

Earnest thanks sits on the tip of your tongue. You wisely shut your mouth.

🏷️: @mikashisus, @wystiix, @rainswept

a/n: this was just me playing around with some different stellaronhunter!reader dynamics. thank you for participating in the ask game riko!!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Overlord | A Little Crush 

“Oh, my–who is this?”

You had been allowed to sit in on the meeting with Ainz, reading his hidden plea that you actually help him understand some of this. Of course under the guise of learning the guardians pay no mind in fact their barely able to contain their excitement to see both you and Ainz.

“That is the insolent emperor of the Vassal country of Baharuth Empire–”

Albedo continued to spew insults but you couldn’t help the heat that spread all over when you looked at his purple-pink irises. You put the picture down before your typical smile could change too much instead using your abilities to inform, Ainz as you promised.

‘Scared him into submission? I don’t remember doing anything but making peace before…’

‘Demiurge is specifically thinking about your appearance at the match…apparently, he was trying to meet with the Slane theocracy but your showing up immediately scared him into submission. Wow! Good job, Ainz!’

‘No good job! I didn’t even know that was happening!”

‘Sure. Sure.’

The meeting continued, which ensured a constant struggle as you tried not to look at the image they had crafted. When it ended you fought with yourself not to take the image instead opting to use your power to photocopy the image onto paper later…or maybe a body pillow.

“Jircniv huh? What a cutie!”

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You didn’t have Ainz’s emotional regulator…that much was clear. Yet in the beginning, your true emotions illuded the guardians of Nazarick. But after many months of observation and talking with you they picked up on the subtle signs. Like today the heat emanating from your body, the way you crossed your legs, the bite of your lip to restrict the larger smile–it was all too clear.

“FOR A CRETIN LIKE THAT NO LESS!?” Albedo smashed the table. 

Demiurge rose, fighting the urge to angrily thrash his tail about. 

“Calm yourself Albedo…this could just be mere interest. (Y/n)-sama has expressed a growing interest in politics…we shouldn’t be so quick to judge!”

“B-but they n-never looked at anyone else like that!” Mare spoke sharing worried eye contact with his sister who returned the favor.

“At this rate…they’ll like them more than us!”

A pregnant silence hung over the room; each of the floor guardians imagining horrifying images of you leaving them for a mere human. Some were of you on the emperor’s arm in wedding garments, others had you sharing a milkshake and feeding the emperor, and another had you promising to run away with the dreaded emperor. Fear and horror enveloped all in the room bringing them to their knees as they reeled in pain. Amidst this Cocyutus took a stand, prepared to bring these worries to light. 

“I say…we bring our concerns to Ainz-sama!”

“YES!” “Y-yeah!” “I agree.” 

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It doesn’t take long for Ainz to see this behavior himself. Hearing your telepathic giggles when you open the same page in the book you’ve been reading for a month is enough confirmation for him. And like always he is the one left to make the hard-hitting decision.

“AINZ-SAMA I suggest I personally help quell their sexual needs!”

“I’m more equipped to take care of them, ariska. ”

“Are you kidding, Mare and me cuddle with them all the time! Maybe you should make them do more with us!”

“Y-yeah!” 

“Perhaps they simply wish to explore its healthy for youngins to—”

“Shut up Cocuyutus!” “Grrrr!” “Quiet Cocyutus, ariska!” 

And while he agrees you’re boredom is probably a good indicator it’s also because you’re you. He’s sure if he knew you in his old world or even in his guild this would have been normal. As your technical guardian, he shouldn’t really interfere…but even he can’t help but be annoyed with the telepathic squeals you keep making. So maybe on a whim, he’ll make a judgment call. 

“A trip to the Vassal state?”

“Yes, it's important that you publicly integrate yourself with the Sorcerer Kingdom.”

‘Do you want to?’

“I’m especially grateful!! I’ll take my mission with pride!” 

‘Yes!!! Thanks, Ainz!’

Your telepathic voice warms his nonexistent heart and he sends you away with Aura and Mare. He hopes their presence will deter any acting out on the Emperor’s end and as a deterrent from you possibly…deepening relations. At the guardian's insistence, Ainz sets up a magic glass to watch you from. So with great anticipation, they all watch as you pull away in your carriage pulled by the undead as you make your way to the Baharath Empire. 

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“Oh, Aura Mare now that we’re practically here I’ve suddenly become so nervous!” 

You nervously mused playing with your headdress and veil resting on your lap. You could see through the carriage with your power easily; watching the people of the Baharuth Empire look on in astonishment. But your nervousness wasn’t about meeting people at least not entirely, you were going to meet the man who plagued your imagination with his face for the last month. 

“U-uhm (Y-Y/n)-sama why are y-you so nervous! You’re the most amazing Supreme being next to Ainz-sama s-so y-you should be c-confident.” 

Mare peeped out, blushing as he complimented you. You gave him a loving smile patting your gloved hand on the tip of his clenched fists causing him to release. 

“Thank you Mare, for reminding me! It’s just I’m more nervous about meeting one particular person.”

“Oh? Who is this particular person? Have they done something that we should punish them for?”

Aura probed leaning close to you as if on the verge of discovery. While Aura understood good and well that the Emperor was the cause of this she couldn’t place how; or why the guardians were so averse to it. She guessed it was similar to the way Albedo felt about Ainz but you didn’t do anything as she does so she was stumped…how could a weak human have anything against a Supreme Being like you?

You giggled, “Oh Aura, you’re so cute! I’ll tell you when you’re older!”

She blushed at your statement hiding her face against the corner of the carriage as she mulled against her shaken resolve. She just couldn’t help but crumble when your attention was solely focused on her like that. In a way, she related to big sis Albedo a bit. 

With your Sorcerer headdress resembling Ainz and a dark veil covering your face you stepped out of your carriage with Yuri lending you a hand out of the carriage with a bow of respect. 

“Presenting (Y/n)-sama, the flower of the Sorcer Kingdom!” 

The people guffawed as you traveled up the stairs of the Emperor’s palace, many whispering words of awe as you made your way up the steps. Thankfully the people were so focused on you that they failed to notice the twins who so easily killed a great mass of people before their vassal status. 

The guide into the palace was one of his personal guard, fighting the tremble in his voice as he recognized Aura and Mare. Passing by various staff and soldiers you drew their attention easily many dropping weapons or papers as they watched you for as long as they would be let. Past a set of golden double doors you finally laid eyes upon the deeply bowing emperor. 

“Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix, at your service.”

It was a demeaning bow for someone called the “bloody emperor” and you couldn’t help feeling pity. Already knowing what you wished Yuri cleared her throat and demanded that his personal guard and any remaining staff clear the room. She even sent a look towards the twins who pouted until you turn to them with a pleading tilt of your head. Sulking they excused themselves finally leaving you and Jircniv, with the exception of Yuri, all alone.

Worldlessly she bowed towards you once more before raising your veil, you smile when shock overtakes his face. 

“Its a pleasure to meet you Jircniv! I hope you can show me the best Baharuth Empire has to offer.”

“Of course my liege!” 

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When Jircniv had been informed of a visit from Nazarick he near crapped himself in fear that it be in reprimand to his attempt to betray...but when he heard that the “Flower of Nazarick”was in attendance he relaxed…a little. This probably was the final nail in the coffin for him, pulling at his hair and cursing his hubris he ordered the best for your arrival. Even as you arrived with those dreaded dark elves as guards he was sure you would be the one to rip out his heart. 

To that, he was right. The lifting of your veil was the fist, tightly grasping his heart as it slowly revealed your face to him. The pulling was the ethereal gleam of your smile and voice. In complete juxtaposition from Ainz Ooal Gown you glowed with a heartwrenching presence that had him practically becoming a puddle on the floor. If he were a lesser man he would have been far to floored to look away to bow even harder than before but he was an emperor for blood’s sake.

Immediately he rearranged the whole plan for the day, changing seating arrangements that would have put space between you two to eliminating them entirely. Offering his hand to you when there was so much of a change in tiles. Even when maid with the gauntlets threatened to kill him for overstepping he remained steadfeast. All his fear had dissipated the moment you revealed your face, he wondered if it was some sort of sorcery that made him so infatuated. If it was, he doubted he’d ever wanted it removed. Even when your veil dropped over your face again and he felt misery take hold of his being once more–he still didn’t want to be relieved of this joy. Watching you feast on the various delicacies as they disappeared behind your veil overtook him with a feeling of pride.

Hearing the relayed words of joy as you experienced the different activities and festivals he had prepared in your honor. Had him swooning all the more, completely nulling the deathly glares from the elves that had so easily lay waste to his army.

“Ahem (Y/n)-sama would like to thank you for the griffin egg, tch, they say they will be thinking of you when they raise it.”

“I’m honored, my highness!”

Hardly able to hold back his tears when you must retire he takes a bold step that leaves all your guardians itching to pulverize him. A kiss against your gloved hand before you dismiss yourself for the night is all it is. 

“Good night, oh luscious flower of Nazarick! I’ll be counting the seconds until I may see you again!”

In the comfort of your room with Aura and Mare sitting on the grand bed you received they watch as you float about as you scream into the various pillows.

“Keeee he actually said that to me! OhmigoshOhmigoshOhmigosh! Can you believe he said that to me!? Hehehe!”

So enveloped in your joy you fail to register the dark shadows that have cast over Aura’s and Mare’s faces. 

“Yeah…it sure is great…”

“Isn’t it? Who’d think he’d be so sweet! Especially on the first day, too! Weeee, its just like those romance fanfics–”

“U-uhm (Y/n)-sama? C-can y-you tell me how g-good I was today!? I followed Ainz-sama’s and your orders and I didn’t hurt any humans!

Mare’s outburst had Aura incredulously looking at her twin. Especially because she knew well and good how many times her twin opened the ground to swallow the humans following after your entourage. But she watched as your floated back down to the bed pulling Mare into your chest as you pet his head, she hurriedly crawled to your other side.

��M-me too! Do me too (Y/n)-sama!” 

“Okay okay you two get over here!” 

Miles away in the safety of Nazarick the other guardians watched as the glass ball they had been watching from received a crack. 

They weren’t the only ones who were regretting letting you leave.

On a completely personal level...

This man just sends me...

I wanna bite so bad I don't know why! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[willkimurashat]

I'm launching operation Make Luna a Love Interest. WLW deserve better than the crumbs that Fusebox has been throwing our way for the past four seasons. WoC deserve better than another Hope/Arlo/Willow. Straight players can romance almost every single male character and they know what routes they'd be able to unlock as the story progresses. LGBT players shouldn't have to guess whether a female character is an endgame LI or not. The least FB can do for us is to tell us which female characters can't be romanced the way they did with Seb and Nicky. I'd invite everyone who wants to join to bombard Fusebox with Luna love under their Instagram and twitter posts. I'd appreciate any support from straight allies. I know black female characters don't get as much fan support, but I hope I can get a shout from the accounts that I stan.

Hi anon! Sorry to miss your ask!!

But no, I totally get you, love, us queer players are fighting for our life here because wlw routes are basically an afterthought. Women li’s don’t have any distinct personality from the men li’s - all that changes is just the sprite, basically. Fusebox hasn’t had a good wlw route since Angie imo, and even then, why are these routes blocked by some weird machinations we have to do while picking which choices we want mc to say? Like, I legit didn’t know Elisa was an li because I never unlocked her route. And yes, characters of color are continuously being made as villains, which just makes me UGHH GRRRR FLAMES FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY HEAD😫😞

I got so excited when they revealed Luna because she is one of the most beautiful islanders they’ve ever released imho😍 but based in her application I knew she’d 99% would be straight. She’s already gone from my game because I went for Jin and she had close to no personality which is also very sad and frustrating - they just made her a placeholder...

I completely agree with your points and I would love fusebox to do better, but I genuinely don’t think they’d listen. Personally, I’m a little burnt out with them never listening to our criticisms/reading survey responses/giving the fans what they want. Season after season after season it’s the same thing over and over again. They take some feedback in from the players, but let’s not forget how they made a discord to “keep in touch with their fans” and then when s5 ended and people had THOUGHTS they deleted it lol. Sadly, they’re just a company looking for an easy cash grab:( That’s just my, albeit pessimistic opinion, but if any of you do wanna bombard their social media - please do. I’ll be over here cheering you on and doing my part by mayhaps fixing the poorly written characters in my fics💕

[sw2-serials]

Current Events (Grrrr!) - Part I

“Lauren, you are going to have to stop that.  I just can’t take any more complaining about the news,” Mrs. Harris tells me.

“So, I’m not supposed to be informed?” I retort.

“You can be as informed as you like - provided I don’t have to hear about it.  In fact, I’ll bet nobody else wants to hear about it either,” she says.

“Plenty of people are talking about stuff from the news all that time,” I inform her.

“Lauren, first of all… let’s see.  Jeans, all the way off, undies, too,” she tells me.  Apparently I’m being ‘argumentative’.  “Let’s see, turn around.  Your top’s too long, take it off, too.”  Naturally, I comply, leaving me in my bra.  “Do you need to kneel?”

“No, Ma’am,” I assure her.  I clasp my hands behind my back, showing that I’m listening - even though I’d rather have them in front of me.  The next step after kneeling is a butt plug, which I definitely don’t want - not even the super-small one.

“Here’s the situation, Lauren,” she says, “I have enough to deal with.  Having you complain about mostly the same old news stories is something I just cannot add to my list.  So from now on, if you do, I might spank you.  In fact, just assume I probably will.

“And - this is important - it may be a really hard one the very first time - since it’s really the next time - that you do it.  It’s not fair to me to bring all this negativity into the house.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I tell the floor.  Really, I do understand.  I keep reading stories on the same old topics, with someone on one side or the other screaming out what they said before, not listening to the other side, who aren’t listening to them.  I don’t know why I surf the news - it’s either boredom or that I’m praying for a quick resolution that’s not coming any time soon, if ever.

“You’re right, a spanking would probably do me good when I do that… a, um…” I was just about to agree to ‘a bad one’ but I lose my nerve at the last second.

“A serious one?” she provides.

“Yeah,” I say.

“So, we’re agreed?”

“I’ve been told, if that’s what you mean,” I say kinda snarkily.  “I mean, yes, we’re agreed.”

“I’d suggest you spend a lot less time looking at the news in general,” Mrs. H says, which is a good idea.  I keep reading different stories that all say the same things.  “Try to find something else to do,” she recommends.

“Good idea,” I agree.

***

Our little ‘ceasefire’ lasts a couple of days, but somehow I knew that just the suggestion wasn’t going to be enough.  Friday I just looked at the headlines, Saturday I read some articles but held my tongue, but Sunday I just couldn’t keep from saying something.  (I’m a bi-partisan complainer - I complain about either side or even both concurrently or sometimes just the crummy job some journalist is doing of trying to make their point).

And true to her word, Mrs. H didn’t take kindly to it!

She made me sorry, which was to be expected!

“God, that hurt!” I tell her, after.  “You weren’t kidding around!”

“You knew I wasn’t,” she reminds me.

“No, I know,” I mumble, and she forgives me and gives me a hug.

“That, young lady, is the least you can expect in the future - by far!” she warns.  She knows how I love having her call me ‘young lady’, the girl who must behave or be spanked.

[thealogie]

Re GT pegging headcanon. I was there and never understood it tbh. She liked some post on insta saying in a roundabout way how nothing feels better than a good ol' cock and nothing can replace it during sex or some shit like that. 10 minutes later the rumor "GT hinted she pegs" was born and everyone liked it so much the logic was dead. I never understood why we should interpret it like that and not simply that she herself agreed that good ol' cock is irreplaceable during sex, I mean she's thirsty enough for that as well but for some reason we have to make a logical leap and assume she means not the receiving end of this equation.... grrrr

She says so many out of pocket things I genuinely believed but like that is not even close to confirmation of pegging. It’s ok I don’t need the confirmation, you can feel it in their chemistry.

[anti-dazai-blog]

how do you deal with hate? like from what I understand, you posted your first "controversial" post knowing that people might hate you for it, and you did so anyways. even tho it might have felt like you were the only one who believed those things at the time. where do you get the confidence? cause honestly that was such a slay.

Like, obvi we all have our own opinions and I don't agree with everything you said but the confidence you had.. grrrr i like it so much 💗💗 i love it when people are real with their opinions.

okay ty, im sorry for rambling, gonna stop here now 😭😭

I really want to play it cool and say something like “I just don’t care what people think of me,” but honestly? Yeah I was terrified of posting my first BSD-related post.

I had been enjoying the BSD fandom from afar for about a year before posting anything about it. I’ve always had this personal pet peeve when (fictional or real) bullies get a free pass to be assholes when they’re conventionally attractive, but that applies to all fandoms, not just BSD and not just Dazai. 

(Note that that’s not a moral stance, there’s nothing wrong with liking a morally grey character, and there’s nothing wrong with finding a bad (fictional or real) person to be physically attractive. This pet peeve of mine stems more from how (fictional) bullies who aren’t attractive are seen as the biggest evil unleashed upon the world, while fictional bullies who are attractive are seen as The Ideal Boyfriend)

One day I saw a post pointing out one of the things Dazai did that bothered me, and I really wanted to add to it via reblog, but I was concerned I’d derail the original post, so I screenshot it and wrote a whole follow-up rant. 

Then I saved that post in my drafts for three days.

I posted something vague like “I really want to talk about this one character from this one fandom, but the fandom is very aggressive and they’d burn me at the stake if I said anything too controversial”

I don’t think I intended to explicitly tag it with anything searchable, but I must have said something like “#yeah this is about bsd those guys are scary”— apparently that counts as tagging it #bsd by tumblr’s standards, and someone from the bsd fandom (who I’m now mutuals with) responded with something like “most of us are nice! We wanna hear what you have to say!!” 

That was enough motivation for me to get that post out of drafts, and even then I didn’t post it immediately. I scheduled it to post for a time when I wasn’t home, so that if there’d be backlash I wouldn’t have to witness it live and I could just delete the post later.

Not only was there no backlash, but hardly anyone saw the post. Iirc it got between 3-5 notes. That was what gave me the confidence to continue talking about my (admittedly controversial) fandom opinions. 

My main blog is primarily a Shakespeare/Classic Lit blog, and the online fandom for those things encourages controversial opinions (as opposed to the standard anime blog, where it seems like posting controversy is a taboo). So once I had the confidence to interact with an anime fandom in the first place, it wasn’t too hard to post my controversial opinions, because that’s the internet culture I’m more used to.

As for how I deal with the hate, you’ll be glad to know there’s only one person on this entire site who sends (bsd-related) hate. If you’ve received any hate, it’s from her. So while I have received hate messages (everything ranging from “your blog sucks” to graphic suicide bate and murder threats), knowing it’s all from the same person makes it all pretty meaningless. Everyone else on tumblr just blocks what they don’t want to see, either by blocking blogs they’d like to avoid or by blocking tags for subjects that annoy them. 

Since I tag anything that speaks of Dazai in a negative way as “#anti Dazai,” I don’t often run into people who don’t want to see negative character analysis who’ve discovered my posts accidentally.

If you want to post about something, go right ahead! The people who enjoy the content you make will follow you, and the people who don’t will block you, and everyone will curate their own tumblr experience to make this site something we can all enjoy. Admittedly if the fandom you’d like to post to is bsd, you WILL get harassed by that one person, but everyone else in this fandom has gotten harassed by her too. We mostly just ignore her at this point. 

Posting controversial opinions to fandom spaces can be scary, but if you have something you’d like to post, go for it! I personally would recommend starting a side blog for it, that way if things really do get out of hand you could delete it easily without losing your tumblr account. But the most likely outcome is that it wouldn’t gain enough traction for anyone to be overly bothered by it. Controversial things are more often ignored than hated on.

(For context, I’m referring to this blog too! I’m a tiny little blog. So please don’t interpret that as some veiled insult, I’m in this group of “tiny controversial fandom blog” too)

Anyway. Best of luck to you!! And remember, the point of posting things is to have fun! If it’s causing more stress than enjoyment, there’s no shame in taking a break or logging off for a bit. I’ve taken multiple breaks, and I only post to the Anti-Dazai Series when I enjoy what I’m posting. 

[Also. I absolutely love controversial fandom opinions, especially if they’re well written. It doesn’t matter to me whether or not I agree, so long as it’s a cool or original take on the source material. So if you wanna dm me, I’ll definitely follow you and your blog full of all your hottest takes]

[danco110]

“Bontu! You traitor!”

The crocodile-headed god tried to crane her neck back to stare at Oketra in shock, but found her lazotep-plated body unwilling to comply. Instead, Bontu could only sneer in anger as her skeleton punched through the chest of a Gruul giant.

“How did you even hear about that? You were…well, dead!”

Oketra’s voice sounded once more from behind Bontu. “You didn’t help out against the scorpion monster.”

“Damn. I knew I should’ve taken a hit. Grrrr! Oketra, can you move? On your own, I mean?”

An arrow whizzed over Bontu’s shoulder, piercing a high-flying angel’s helmet and head.

“Seeing as how you’re still standing, what do you think?”

Bontu scowled at her helpless situation. “I know this will sound ridiculous, but…truce?”

“…Fine. Until this magic no longer has sway over us.”

“Agreed.”

—

“I know we had a truce, Oketra, but…”

“I know. I remember this one from Amonkhet, and I’d really rather not do a damn thing she says. But it’s not like Bolas is going to order us to attack him. And no one else has the authority or magic. Do you have any better ideas?”

Both Oketra and Bontu grimaced down at Liliana, who was under the impression she was controlling the Eternalized gods. Meanwhile, the gods murmured freely amongst themselves.

“…No. You take the dragon’s left, I’ll take his right?”

“Fine. Oh, just so you know, we’ll probably die from this.”

“Just so long as I don’t have to listen to this mortal anymore.”

Oketra bit back a laugh, then advanced alongside the traitor Bontu.

[curious-shadow-cat]

I know I probably said this so many times but

It’s really weird how some people write Uka Uka. Some will make him as just the boring “IM ANGRY ALL THE TIME BECAUSE I AM! GRRRR!!” villain. 

It’s canon in the concept art that Uka cares very much about Nina and Cortex...mostly cares about Nina’s safety. I think twinsanity planned on showing Uka being the type who will say “I don’t care what happens to you, Cortex!!” And then he’s seen a minute later freaking out over Cortex getting hurt and Nina trying to stay alive against N. Gin’s attacks. Then Cortex and Uka have the same look on their faces when they chased after Evil Crash when he took Nina.

 I still like COTT for showing a little bit of a softer side with Uka Uka when he and Nina talked (Again I don’t agree with most of the designs or how they wrote a couple of the characters, a lot needed to be fixed). It shows that he’s not as bad as some people think he is (Which would make sense since he used to help Aku Aku all the time) I know twinsanity did it first in the concept art but we also got to see in gameplay how he treats Nina. He has more trust and respect towards her out of all of them. He Doesn’t yell at her, he doesn’t snap at her for calling him other names instead of his real name, he doesn’t even order her around the way her Uncle does. He let her in charge of the team and even stayed behind to stop Crash and Aku Aku when she told him to. As for Cortex, he’s seen to let him get away with his smacking him in the face with a stick in Mind over Mutant....he also doesn’t destroy Cortex or anything when he replaces him with Nina, it seems like Cortex has gotten used to Uka’s bad temper over the years as they’ve worked together to the point it doesn’t even scare him as it used to anymore. Not even when he threatens to destroy Cortex. He just shrugs it off and pretty much goes “yeah, yeah, you’ve said this a hundred times, anyway--”. So he never goes through with it, he’s just all bark and no bite.

Who knows what will happen with Tropy in the future. Will he have his own team of bad guys or will he be betrayed and end up going back to Cortex and Uka Uka? It would be neat to see those three working together to stop Trudy there....but I also like the idea that he brings up his own army of himself to try and take over the world. I dunno. 

[gert-the-disaster]

For the ask game- Governor Pryce, George from Clover and your favorite WIR character!

GRAHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!!

SO. (long warning btw)

First impression

For Pryce, when I first saw her I hadn’t actually watched Rebels (my mom had) so when I did I only saw her as the weird looking chick with a REALLY bad haircut.

For George, I didn’t think much of him cause I had only watched/listened to Help Me, but once I watched 100 Years… ohhhhh boy…

I love Wreck it Ralph and I can’t choose one character so I’m gonna alternate lol. I thought Sour Bill was boring asf so I never thought much about him.

Impression now

Pryce: OH I LOVE HER. They could never make me hate her. Even a certain event in the show that she caused.

George: MY BOYO. A staple of my good ole 2021 nostalgia.

Sour Bill: He’s me. I am him.

Favorite Moment

Pryce: I like the part in the last episode where she just kicks one of the characters in the background and it’s never addressed.

George: The part where him and his girlfriend are dancing in 100 Years, it’s sweet :]

I love the whole villain reveal with King Candy and Vanellope. Turbo’s backstory too, it actually used to scare me as a kid.

Idea for a story

I’m actually not sure lol. Though I would’ve loooved to see if my theory that all the ghosts in Clover are related is true.

Unpopular opinion

Pryce doesn’t deserve the hate she gets. Maybe she does but like. No she actually does. She SERIOUSLY does. they don’t understand they don’t understand oooughhsh

George is NOT A SIMP. NOT A NICE GUY. I think the fandom agreed on this so it’s not an unpopular opinion but GRRRR.

The Wreck it Ralph Wii game might be a dumpster fire but someone explain to me why I spent an hour playing it and laughing my lungs out.

Whenever Ralph falls like 1 cm he screams. It’s hilarious. Felix is OP.

Favorite Relationship

Pryce’s relationship with Juahir (from the Thrawn books) made me laugh. I don’t know how to explain it but the girly voice the narrator gave Juahir for the audiobook made me giggle. And they were roommates…….

For George, it’s gotta be the relationship he has with the ghosts and Kel. The fam is BACK TOGETHER….

I find the amount of beef Gene has with Ralph to be really goofy lol.

Favorite headcanon

I don’t really have any for duh Governor lol.

Brenda is George’s wife. It’s heavily implied and I stand by this. Sad we never got confirmation.

I really love the HC that specifically the Sugar Rush at that arcade is considered a creepypasta because of King Candy’s presence. I think I saw that on a post here, and now I just accept that as canon.

ANYWAY YEA…. that was long BUT THANK YOU!!!!

[aroace-poly-show]

IM BACK FOR POST FIGHT NONSENSE

it’s a bit less fleshed out than the actual fight? but i still like to think about it bc it’s fun. like once siffrins calmed down and not all grrrr GRHGGRB odile brings up what they’re gonna do with him now. absolutely no one wants to leave him behind (and maybeeee that happens to trigger Emotions in siffrin but who cares about that) so they all agree to move to one of the safe rooms up ahead to rest after All That for a bit and take him with them under the condition sif is not given entire freedom to do whatever since odile still wants to be careful and they can’t be 100% something won’t cause siffrin to go feral again. so siffrin is given oven mitts courtesy of bonnie for their sharp ass claws and isa scoops him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and they head to their safe room.

bonnie cooks up stuff while siffrin gets to sit down not being held down (albeit being watched very very carefully, isa and mira really don’t want to treat siffrin like some monster but they understand they still need to be careful) and the rest of the party discusses stuff (haven’t really decided what yet?) but siffrin isn’t paying a lot of attention given he is still processing everything that just happened. cause it’s a lot for him! he’s suddenly back in the party! he’s suddenly not alone anymore! and he has to keep reminding himself these are his allies (he doesn’t know their names, he hears the party call each other things but he’s not paying enough attention to remember who’s who)who care about him (for some reason?? and the fact they care this much and he still doesn’t remember their names… :(…..) and he feels fucking Weird. trying really hard to make sense of this.

bonnie interrupts his little thing by presenting him with malanga fritters, bc he’s been all weird today and sad and they remember siffrin looked at this recipe in a book once and they were making some anyway and thought he might want some (they totally weren’t planning to make it specifically for him from the start what are you talking about) and siffrin takes a bite and he’s right back to crying but he manages to speak!! for once!! it triggers memories in him similar to how he didn’t attack bonnie in the fight and he mumbles their nickname and a very hard to hear and choked up thank you. and!! it’s very sweet!!! siffrin tries listing off the rest of the party names!!! he knows these people!! it’s bonbon and isa and mira and odile!!! he knows them!!! and if he says it out loud it feels more real? if that makes sense? and it’s like. a bit of reassurance to the party. like “oh okay. yeah that really is still our siffrin.”

ummm. i’m still thinking about whatever happens after this. i know it’s king fight but idk how’d that go yet (though it’d be really funny if scary mode sifrin is reactivated and just goes ballistic) and then there’s the whole thing with the housemaiden and loop after and yeah. still thinking

When does Sadness!Siffrin realize they're with the party again? Is it a sudden realization or a slow, gradual one?

sorry in advance this became a big sadfrin fight ramble (i’ve been thinking about this forever can you tell.) i tried to break it up a bit but it is a huge wall of me yapping on and on so tldr: party talks to him while they’re fighting trying to remind him it’s Them and they might be hurt but they still love him and don’t want to be fighting him or hurt him and siffrin is having Such a good time about this (distressed and confused like a stray abused animal being shown love) and flinches and gives the party and opening to pin him down. tears are shed (mostly by siffrin) but hey! at least he’s not trying to kill them anymore

as in like. recognizing its them. its like. gradual? and as slow as it can be during a fight to the death so;kljhdfj

its during their first encounter with everyone and them instinctively fighting everyone, because thats all they think to do now. their instincts are to attack practically anything that moves. no one Wants to attack siffrin, even in self defense, except for odile. i think i’ve mentioned part of this before? idk. but based off the bigfrin fight she wouldn’t be opposed to attacking in self defense, especially if she doesn’t know if this is even siffrin anymore. she also doesn’t want to attack, but what else is there to do? as far as she can tell, this isn’t siffrin anymore. this is a sadness attacking them, a strong one at that, and theres no way anyone here knows of to turn a sadness back, especially not in enough time to still be able to fight the king. it’s a really high stress situation with no time to try and brainstorm solutions that could be time consuming that might not even work, risking her and her allies lives, all to save an ally (who not even a day ago insulted them all to their faces) who might not even be able to be brought back? she’s not taking that risk. so she talks the rest of the party into attacking (albeit very very unwillingly. no one is happy about this) and eventually they get siffrin down but! whoopsies! he can loop back. wuh oh. thats not good.

(the way siffrins loops here are like. the way loop loops back during their fight? where they loop themselves but not siffrin, so they have all their health but siffrin does not, works the same here with siffrin recovering but the party does not. yk?) anyway the party now has to figure out what the crab to do now.

and like. the progression of siffrin going from mindless attacking to Not trying to kill them starts with bonnie where siffrin gets a bit knocked around and bit too close to bonnie and Would have a perfect opportunity to attack them but bonnie has that same expression they had back when siffrin jumped in to save them from that sadness and lost his eye and siffrin gets this overwhelming instinct to protect them. and bonnie notices the way his face changes for a second before looping back and fighting again. and no one listens to them when bonnie tries to tell them to stop attacking siffrin so they decide the best idea is to jump right in front of siffrin who’s about to attack. and siffrin doesn’t! he trips over himself trying to move so he doesn’t hurt bonnie and while bonnie’s celebrating that they were right and its still siffrin and the party is in shock over 1. the amount of danger bonnie just put themselves in and 2. holy shit siffrin really didn’t attack them do they have a chance at helping him??? siffrin over in his corner is having a teeny tiny breakdown between the part of his brain in attack mode and the other part like “holy fuck we almost just hurt a child we promised to protect”

the rest of the fight is simpler its just. party members taking turns talking to (or more like at) siffrin to show they stilllove him and dont want to be hurting him and dont want to kill him, and they want him to let them help him. all these words of love actually serve to make siffrin more distressed bc he’s literally just come out of the mal du pays fight convinced he was unloved and hated, has only been attacking and killing whatever he comes across and is now fighting things that both fight back, HAVENT died yet, and are talking to him???? and saying they love him?????? its all very overwhelming and confusing so he goes from being a really collected and ruthless enemy to being more like a feral animal pushed into a corner. so with all this going on and his attacks being more scattered and frantic he eventually gives the party an opening and they take it with mira knocking his dagger away and odile doing her sick ass stopping time craft thing and isa pinning him down and yay!! its over!! everyone is exhausted but glad to have finished!! siffrin is sobbing pathetically on the ground!! woooo!!!! but yeah around this point he gets past his whole bloodlust kill kill kill instinct and chills out. sorry for rambling this much i’m ill

[hyunverse]

hehehehe ur cute. i’m so happy to hear ur day was good :)). i cry at movies too 😔. this is so embarrassing but i legit cried at the end of the sonic movie like the 2020 one … IT WAS JUST A SOFT ENDING OKAY 😔😔😔. I COULDNT HELP IT 😔😔. SAME grocery shopping is smth i always look forward to. i swear the cereal section is the best bc it’s just so bright. like everything else has such bland packaging and then the cereal section is just boom color and happy characters and cute logos like it’s just the best. THEY HAD MY FAVE PASTRYY it’s called spanakopita and it’s soooo yum. it’s a spinach and ricotta blend in this rly flakey pastry it’s so so so good. same i love them all sm. andddd let’s just say the dogs here are definitely city dogs so they’re a lot more immune ….? to odd things …? and to doing odd things ???? and their owners just aren’t even phased it’s so strange 😭

LMFAO ITS TRUE THEYRE LIKE DORITOS 😭😭 yep ik exactly what ur talking about and it’s perfffff. nothing better than some nice collarbones too. they look so delicate and kissable gahhhh. hyunjins make me dizzy. sooooo delicate and longgggg he’s so <333333333. victor 100% unreachable visual who is the blueprint. howl pendragon can come into my life and ruin it rn now pls. talk about perfect man ?? like yes bring him here pls 🙏🏼. LIKE AN ERASER 😭😭 UR LITERALLY RIGHT BC WHY R THEY SO HUGE ?? i love it tho hehe

ohhhh okay yes that makes sense, that’s so cool to think of. all the fast food in america sucks tbh 💔. i’d much rather mcdonalds from another country than whatever we have. every fast food thing here is just … boring. and expensive now so you’re better off just going somewhere else yk ? agreed i don’t customize my orders ever, but i do like to add cold foam to my coffee hehe. it’s just so rich and creamy and delish. and the machines are always “broken” bc they just don’t want to clean it 😭. they’re a pain to clean so i understand but if i want a mcflurry, i want a mcflurry 😠. andddd now i’m craving pandan leaf chicken as well <///3 so smokey and delish grrrr i love food

HYUNJIN DOES FLIRT THROUGH DANCING OMFG. he’s so perfect i actually get frustrated. like i don’t understand how someone can have that many ideal qualities and just exist. how does he live w himself knowing he is the IDEAL MAN ?? IDEK WHAT ID DO W MYSELF. FELIX IS DEFFF ACTING UP. but seeing this confidence on him is so attractive 🤭🤭🤭. i feel like that’s another thing that makes hyunes dancing so attractive bc you can tell he’s so content while doing it and how all of his moves are so articulated GAHHH i could watch him dance all day. imagine dating him and just being able to watch him practice ?? him winking at you in the mirror every now and then ohhhhh i’d pass out

i hope ur sleeping well my pretty 💗💗 kisses 4 uuuuu

- 🐈‍⬛

sonic movie??? ive never heard of anyone crying over the sonic movie T_T then again i cant judge because ive never watched it. dw bae, i cry over soft endings too. we have issues and its ok!! tbh i cry over fluff more than i cry over angst. it's just that i get so overwhelmed by the love, that it makes me sob yk? i sound insane, dont i </3 whats ur fave cereal? i love the milo crunch cereal, tastes like milo but make it cereal!!! and i googled spanakopita and omg. . .it looks mouth-watering. gonna attempt to find a place which sells them here. talking abt pastries, 'm going to a cafe with my mum tmr for breakfast, so im looking forward to that!!

anything abt hyunjin makes me dizzy tbh. the recent dancing vids of hyune 😵‍💫 hes out to get me fr fr. management pls make him stop body rolling on stage bcs it makes me sick!! (pls dont i love it when he does) HOWL IS SO PERFFFFFFF. THE MAN! i could talk about the plot of howl's moving castle for hours. i love the plot twist, how howl has been searching for sophie for years. thats true love right there! also jeongin hand pics has been all over my fyp come save me!! save me from this monstrosity.

the american slander 😭cmere bae i'll take u to a mcdonalds 🙏i'll give you all the mcflurrys you want. its always available here <333 now im craving for an oreo mcflurry omg... and pandan leaf chicken zzz

STOP FEEDING INTO MY DELUSIONS, MY LOVE. WHY ARE YOU PUTTING SUCH THOUGHTS INTO MY HEAD? i want hyunjin to give me a private show (not in an nsfw way i swear) he looks so enchanting on stage, i'd love to sit in front of him, alone with him and just watch him dance. he puts so much thought and emotion in his movements, it's amazing how he could do that all while ensuring every move is precise. making it all look easy is also one thing. oh the winks would be the death of me. i feel like he'd cling on u right after too <333 will ask for lil reward kisses after practise <3 did u see the vid of felix lifting his shirt up to make people scream for muddy water? hes in his hot guy and he knows it era. love it for him 🙏

also, today, seungmin and felix went live. i got to watch it and it was so chaotic T_T it was them attempting to make candy but failing at doing so </3 i mean what did we expect from them tbh.

hope ur day is going well, sweet darling. thousand of kisses for u <333!!

[reilliane]

Dawning ⊱⊰ Heizou

A/N: Finally, finally! Angst! Yes! GRRRR YEEEES (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و This is fluff to angst, so, dear readers, it's a journey ahead of you!

✤ she/her - ✤ t/w: mentions of blood/death/murder ✤ words: 7k

✤ To tirelessly run on and on, to the goal within reach(withyou)—that's all I ever wanted

At the advent of dawning welkin, under the aspect of the omnipresent, come.

For a second-grade detective that means to give him a 'greeting', she sure is flowery. Why can she not give a straightforward message that entails the coordinates of their rendezvous area, instead?

Why not even greet him in the police station like the rest did?

Ah, Heizou pockets the slip of paper with a growing smile. But that won't be intriguing, then.

It isn't like he has a hard time deciphering what it means, why, he already knows where the place is. So, as the message said, he obeyed.

“Shikanoin Heizou, correct? What is it that you aim for? I’ve heard all virtuous answers, so if your response is any similar, then I’ll be leaving.”

Huh, a shame. His answer does subsume virtue along with a few other things—preventing crimes by stopping them at the base; the root of evil—and is thus, virtuous and honorable… so that’s a no? Is it too common of an answer?

Well, he has another objective, too.

“Simple, ma'am,” he gives an avid thumbs-up, pairing it with a chuckle. “To be the greatest detective in Inazuma.”

The response he gets is rather lackluster, or, at least that’s how it seemed on the surface. He thinks that indifference is plastered on the girl’s face, he can’t be sure, for she’s cloaked in the shadows of the rising sun.

His assumption is proven to be true, however, when she finally chooses to saunter forward, visage becoming brighter enough for him to view.

“I see, come on, then. There’s already a case waiting, and drop the ‘ma'am’, we’re both of the same rankings. It’s [Name].”

She passes by—only to stop, [c] eyes flicking to assess him. He wonders what she’s looking for by staring him down; is she judging his mien? His gait, perhaps?

Whatever it is, she’s discerning him with a kind of scrutiny that’s telling of someone who does not indulge in flippancy.

“Oh, and about that goal of yours, I think it’ll be a difficult thing to achieve,” she adds, prompting him to blink.

He stills. Difficult?

“Why do you think so?” he presses, arms folding. He hasn’t had anyone tell him that it’d be difficult—even if he knows it himself—until now.

Color him intrigued!

“Isn’t it obvious?” the wind’s billow accompanies the effulgence of daybreak, coruscating with words that gleam with determination. [Name] looks past her shoulder, smile present.

It initially takes him by surprise, eyebrows arching at the slightest, feeling the upward pull of the corners of his lips. He’s not expecting to see a smile when just a minute ago, her gaze was the epitome of throwing knives.

“You’ll have to get through me first.”

Oh? He isn’t anticipating that kind of answer, either. Then, that can only mean that her prior evaluation of him was none other than a mean to gauge his very existence?

To discern a competitor.

“Well then, isn’t this just fascinating?” he grins, “My intuition tells me this will be quite the tale between us... Don’t you agree?”

After leaving Bantan Sango Detective Agency—previously an agency he co-owned—and along with it, the thrill of the crime chase provided by his previous partner, he thought that the new, clean slate supplied by the Tenryou Commission will be bland. Boring.

After all, statutes and rules of limitations encompass said Commission, something he finds tedious. As long as he gets the job done, then there’s no problem, is there?

That’s how he operated and that’s far from changing.

But he supposed that his stay now won’t be as leaden as he thought… not when apparently, there is also someone who strives to be the best of the best.

[Name] dismisses the grin she sees and walks off, “Better start moving, Shika. Before I steal the case under your nose.”

Shika? He is taken aback a little, but picks up the pace with a snort. That's even newer.

Underneath the witness of the golden sun, a spoken rivalry was born.

And a grey day never passes them by.

Deciphering the obscured, solving the plight—they are successful each and every time in each and every single case. No failure, just success.

They’re polar opposites yet, they never fail to not work it out.

[Name] is a stickler for the rules, expressing credence that such are the foundations of a concrete job, so she follows them to the tee. She reminds him of Kujou Sara.

Rarely does he join the rest of his peers in patrol, opting to pilot according to his own set principles, but he never fails to tag along when he sees [Name] patrolling on the job. For someone who works conforming to the rules, she’s surprisingly not the kind to enforce it to anyone else unless the situation calls for it.

It’s probably why he finds her presence to be so light and breezy.

Still, there are times when he presses her buttons on purpose; be it when he’s supposed to be in the station but he’s not and she catches him snacking on a dango and running away when he's caught.

Or when his presence is required in the court but he doesn’t show up so she has to take his place and present the credentials, only to have him enter the room at the last minute.

It is never not amusing to see her eyes narrow to a stern glare, then she’d ignore him for the next few days. Nothing lasting, of course, for they never really fought—and he makes up for his antics in plenty other ways, anyway.

“Come now, it’s my treat!” he ushers a stubbornly silent girl to sit down one time in Uyuu Restaurant, “My thanks for covering my patrol earlier. Also, did you hear? Yae Publishing House has this-“

“One tonkotsu ramen, please.” She’d cut him off, lips thinned to a straight line as he snickers, passing her order on to the chef before resuming his tangent, unbothered by her bluntness.

To any audience, they’d assume that the conversation is upsettingly one-sided. But he is more than observant, for although [Name] doesn’t respond as much as others, he sees the way she nods her head. He sees the various other nonverbal cues that implies that her ears are open.

She’s much more reticent that he gave credit for, but there are times when she’s saying sentence after sentence. Those moments, to expound on, are when she’s in a crime scene, when she’s presenting a detailed report, and anything relative to said subject.

He sees it, the gleam in her eyes—the fire that rivaled the sun when they first met.

He sees it whenever he finds her working on a case, mind encompassed around the conversation she’s having with a witness.

He sees it when they’ve bumped heads looking for clues, conveniently ending up on the same page.

It’s funny—by official means, they are never working together, for detectives’ cases are each to their own. Yet, somehow, they both still run into each other, solely because they’ve completed solving their assigned mysteries and are already jumping onto the next available one that’s yet to be assigned to any doushin.

On one hand, it’s a teeny bit exasperating… because how is he supposed to one-up her when their speed is almost the same?

On another hand, Archons above, he can’t begin to describe how exhilarating it is to go against someone on his level.

[Name] doesn’t always go by her intuition unlike him, she governs by solid pragmatism, by the facts and inferences she has collected. So when she comes across him one late afternoon on the search for clues, again, unsurprisingly, working on the same unassigned case as he is, he laughs at her words.

“I had a feeling I’d run into you again,” her arms are folded, eyes bearing the bright flame as she addresses him. “Shika.”

He pats his hands away, getting rid of the dirt for he has felt the ground a second ago, attempting to track a runaway criminal. The chase is still on, but that doesn’t mean he can’t spare a minute.

“You ‘had a feeling’?” he muses, “Finally relying on your intuition, I see?”

“No.” her usual bluntness causes him to smirk, “It’s just a fact, is it not?” That you will be here.

He doesn’t deny it.

Whatever they do, they always find the other on a mystery they plan to take for themselves. Since it’s unassigned, whosoever gets to its conclusion first will have their name penned as the doushin responsible for cracking the case.

His attempt to respond is thwarted by the sound of a snapping branch, and, frivolity forgotten, their gazes snap to the source—only to find a cloaked figure on the run.

It only takes them both a shared glance until they’re giving chase.

To anyone, it might appear that they’re running after the criminal—and it’s true—but if they are to peer closer, perhaps they’d see that the two are also endeavoring to run faster than the other.

Or maybe people won’t even think that they’re chasing after somebody, and are merely just racing.

After all, there are tiny smiles on their faces as they sped through the terrain, isn’t that enough evidence to infer that they’re genuinely having fun?

To his fortune, he has gotten to the criminal first, swift to tackle and apprehend in a blink of an eye. He can’t help that the winds are in his favor, though he must say, as he sees [Name] arriving just a couple of seconds later.

It’s no easy feat for a non-Vision holder to tail him that quick.

“Apologies,” he tugs the runaway upward and gives a mischievous smile, “But I win this case.”

[Name] shakes her head, shoulders slacked with a sigh. Her display of defeat is fleeting, though, for the fire in her optics are yet to burn out as she promises the next triumph to be hers. Heizou humors it with a buoyant ‘we’ll see’ and they part ways.

One step forward, never taking steps back—that is the road to becoming the best.

Time is flying and records are piling, stacked piece by piece with alternating names denoting two aspiring individuals with a similar goal. An ambition that’s only reserved for one winner.

The thrill of being in the race for it, to seize being the best with his hands yet knowing that there’s another set of hands reaching for it as well—it thrums his chest with excitement. No one has ever gone up to his level, no one but [Name].

He doesn’t fail to commend her expertise, unafraid to give warranted praise.

“But I’ll still be the best,” he’ll say anyway.

And she’ll just simper. “We’ll see.”

Kujou Sara is not fond of either of them acting like they’re on a stage to win, but couldn’t be bothered to reprimand them. For although they do race against the other, the cases they solve are taken earnestly—it’s no child’s play.

There are instances when they do intercept and clash, because although they are indisputably the greatest operating doushins aiming for number one, their method of operating is vastly disparate.

[Name] will sometimes restrain him when he’s bound to break a code of the Tenryou Commission, and he’ll rebuke her for it, arguing that going by his principles would be swifter—better. Sometimes, it’s true, sometimes not.

It has ceaselessly landed both of them in Sara’s office and then, it’ll be the only time the General will scold them. Not like it will change things, for each morning, she sees them there—always, always on the run.

Never to settle on a pace where they can walk together, side by side.

Perhaps it is the setback of a rivalry, Sara thinks once when she sees the pair sprinting toward the Omnipresent God’s Statue for the 13th time that month.

At the stroke of daybreak, chasing after each others’ backs, running after the end goal and the crown of victory, it is endless. One step ahead, always, either of them ends up being one step ahead.

Beads of sweat rolling down their temples, chests heaving after a long race—literally, though the finish line to be number one is yet to be visible—the dawning afterglow of the sky’s golden circle on their person, they collapse on the grass.

As expected, it still ended up being a tie.

They’ve forgotten how it’s come to this; having a literal race every day. It could’ve stemmed from the instigating glances they throw one another, or maybe the challenging huffs and passing comments, they no longer know.

“What are we even doing?” he asks with a tired chortle some time as they are splayed all over nature’s green blades.

It is barely audible, but he hears it anyway, the reciprocating sound of mutual amusement. “I don’t know, just running.”

Neither of them has won anything, or if they do, then the other is just as quick to snatch another point to land them both at another stalemate.

The incoming wave of dizziness from overexerting himself again becomes the least of his worries as he lets his arm rest on his forehead.

It’s nothing a good breeze can't fix and he does this, willing his Anemo to waft the coolest of winds to pass them by.

It didn’t even matter—that the sun is continuously glaring at them. The heat is subdued by the chill of the gales.

As much as it is vexing to be unable to win, he admits that having such a splendid contender for the best is nothing short of electrifying.

First, he worried that the custom of having to go against someone every day will be something he’d be quickly accustomed to- and so it’ll start to be bland, but as he smiles, he realizes that it isn’t the case at all.

Every single waking moment beckons the unremitting frisson within, pumped with the question of ‘I wonder what awaits me today?’, ‘What will we compete on this time?’.

It never fails to excite him—and [Name] never fails to deliver the element of excitement, either.

Both of their feats are famous in the police station.

It has come to the point that their colleagues are divided, rooting for either one to come out standing as the number one detective of Inazuma. A ridiculous proposal had even been raised; that they should just share being the best and be the greatest detective duo, instead.

That’s a direct no—they both know that. They aren’t partners, but rivals.

They never pay it any mind, but it’d be a lie to say that it didn’t affect them.

If anything, they only are fired up by it and they grew to compete about almost every single thing—and it would’ve been so nice, had they not been drawing a tie single time.

“You’re.. swift today,” he manages to quip through his heavy breaths one morning, after yet another race, “You haven’t gotten an Anemo Vision overnight, have you?”

“I haven’t. I’m just getting faster,” she sounds out of breath too, ���Or maybe you’re getting slow. Better practice, Shika.”

Heizou laughs heartily, picking up the timid tone of vexation in her voice.

He understands her sentiments—how frustrating it must be, to vie against someone who is on the same level.

They’ve been at it for so long. The finish line is in the distance and yet, they’re running at it with the same speed. He reciprocates such sentiments and finds no problems with it.

A sworn rival, it has a nice ring. Never did he thought he’d be graced with someone as supreme as her—a compeer.

It makes winning the number one spot even sweeter. Ah, he can’t wait for the day to arrive.

“What happens to the loser?”

It’s a question draped with nonchalance, spoken at the time of dusk. Under the sun, atop the green grass, two people celebrate the success of another case and lament the failure of winning against the other.

Heizou is a little disoriented, both from the sprinting session that’s now a tradition between them, and the fact that it isn’t him who initiated the conversation. Blinking away the fatigue that prowls closer, he rests the back of his head under an arm.

They never really discuss the matter of their rivalry with such specifics, it’s only ever about winning, so he’s a little puzzled.

“Get up and try again.” His answer is dry and it’s far from being the greatest, but he means it. After all, titles can be transferred, can they not?

“What if they disappear without a trace after their endeavors?” [Name] is oddly interrogative and he notes that with a tiny bit of wonder and suspicion, not to mention her recent question.

“What if all this time, you’ve been competing against a ghost?”

Swirls of wind dancing around his fingertips, he snaps them away, cognizant of its lingering cold on his skin as he answers.

“A ghost? Impossible, there are always traces to discover. The lost will only remain as is if no one strives to find them.”

“Chase after it, then seize!” he beams, his answer dripping with earnestness. He fails to recognize the invisible rift growing between them, dividing them at long last for one to continue forward.

[Name] falls to the grass beside him with a sigh and he scoots over a little, making sure there is plenty of room. “Haven’t you thought of the reason why the moon can’t ever catch up to the sun?” she asks again.

At this point, Heizou is propping himself up to his elbows, leaning to the side onto his arms so he can gaze down at the [c]nette with inquisitive olive eyes. The smile on his face is still there, though it has gotten smaller.

He chuckles when the girl huffs away the curtain of his maroon tresses that tickles her cheek, ignoring her ‘move away, Shika’ with a teasing shake of his head.

“You’re strangely talkative today… is there any reason why? Not like it poses a problem, of course. I sort of like you better this way.”

[Name] rolls her eyes and gives him a slight shove. He falls dramatically back at her side, unmoving as though he’s surrendered.

“I'm kidding! Are you getting cold feet? Are you finally acknowledging my prowess as a detective and stepping aside so I can be the best? I’m flattered—”

“In your dreams.”

He laughs again, and the subject is dropped.

He laughs—but in reality, he’s befuddled. Concerned.

He sneaks a glance at his side and he sees his rival, her eyes are closed, taking in the sweet caress of his summoned winds that provides cool air for them both.

Nothing is out of the ordinary—yet his intuition insists that something’s amiss.

It gets him pondering on her question as they go their separate ways that time of twilight. He doesn’t have an answer.

His insufficiency to construct one is upsetting and it’s as if the universe is openly mocking him for it, because there he remains laying on the grass after [Name] left, watching the sun set on the west and the moon rise on the east.

Why can’t the moon ever catch up to the sun?

He thinks if it’s some kind of implication- or something else. He does not know and he keeps on thinking over it, tinkering with the gears in his mind until it’s not sunlight that’s bathing him, but moonlight.

He thinks and he thinks—but even an explanation evades him.

“Unbelievable… you slept here?”

He awakens to pretty [c] eyes peering down at him. There’s a small pout on her face, or maybe he’s imagining things. Regardless, he stifles a yawn and casually musters up a smile.

It’s surprisingly easy to hide the fact that he’s still hung about yesterday’s oddities.

“If I told you I actually just got here, would you believe me?”

She lifts her eyebrow, unimpressed. “Absolutely not.”

He laughs—the usual response to her bluntness—and grasps the outstretched hand that helps him up to his feet. With a nod, she turns, on her way to the police station as she does so every morning.

To see only the image of her back, walking forward, feels wrong. He’s compelled to reach out and hold her shoulder- or something- anything that does not involve having to watch her move alone.

So he does.

“Race you to the station!” he calls without so much as an alarm, darting past her with his tongue stuck out in her direction in mischief.

It must’ve caught her off-guard—for he isn’t one to simply drop by the police station no matter the reminder of their higher-ups.

Yet here he is.

“Shikanoin!” he hears her splutter and then came the steps that thundered to reach him.

One step forward, and he sees [c] run pass by. The sight raises a smile on his face and he speeds up, shoulders grazing hers as they race—once more, towards the finish line.

Just like this, he thinks as they both arrive at the station, hands slamming simultaneously against the wooden arch by the entrance.

Another tie.

Like this, in an unending race. Let us just stay like this. Mirth in all its genuine bloom flushes his cheeks with cerise as he throws his head back into another breathy laugh, finding joy in the way [Name] glared at him.

“You… That was uncalled for.”

“We still ended up tying, so it isn’t a problem at all, don’t ‘cha think?”

He doesn’t know when his view towards her changed—maybe it’s because of that one question she raised, or maybe it's when he listened in on her interrogating a suspect, he’s uncertain.

But nowadays, he finds himself pondering over how it’d feel to walk with her side by side instead of the usual ‘I’m-getting-ahead-of-you!’.

He finds himself enlightening the historical absurdities their fellow doushins—mainly Amano—raised about them being partners, but he never goes through with it. He isn’t all that fond of the idea.

Heizou knows more than anyone that at this rate, neither of them will win—it’ll be a perpetual competition for first place… and that’s how he likes it. A continuous chase of each other’s backs, aiming for a single destination.

Is there a need to be partner up with her, when they're already a pair competing for a single goal?

If there ever is an end, he deems that they’ll both reach it at the same time as usual. A tie, and they’ll repeat the chase over and over. And that… that is fine with him.

The mornings, afternoons, and twilights he run with her without end. All those, he wishes to never end. Will that be selfish of him?

To want the existence of his rival at his side, next to him, pursuing the invisible conclusion together in this unending contest.

To only continue moving forward, to only continue running, reenacting the very first time they leapt off with the eternal sun as their judge.

When she can reach for his back and he can reach hers as they sprint to their hearts’ content, that is the moment he seeks to eternalize.

“The disappearances haven’t let up at all, this is getting big. I need you to be meticulous with this, and be careful.”

It’s a highly complicated mystery—well, it isn’t a mystery, but a murder case. What’s missing are the victims, or rather, parts of them. Inazuma had been thrown into a turmoil of unease for good reason, though its citizens are torn.

The victims are criminals, deserving of such a fate, and yet, morals are strewn into conflict. For no matter the severity of a crime, lives are being dealt with.

There’s nothing exceptional to it other than the gnawing concern that [Name] has been more silent. All detectives are set on the case—so in other words, under official means, they’re working together.

So why is it that when he goes to her, it is as if she’s distant?

“Have you thought of the answer?” she asks on a moonlit night, the second night after everyone was assigned the case.

It’s like déjà vu. There they were on the grass again, only, it is not morning nor the afternoon, but the eventide. He isn’t summoning any winds for the night is already cold. Eerily cold.

Heizou is tongue-tied. The question from long ago, once more, it’s resurfaced.

And once more, he lacks an answer—but this time, he raises a question of his own.

“Do you?”

[Name]’s stare on his person is full and focused. It’s as though she is searching for the answer in his own eyes, to no avail. She looks troubled.

“I don’t know myself,” she sounds upset, “Isn’t it sad?”

“What is?”

She laughs, but it’s empty.

“Reality. Maybe the answer is because it’s meant to be that way.” She raises her hand the same way he did a long time ago, clasping on thin air skyward. “Chasing and running, but never reaching.”

The atmosphere is getting bleak. He doesn’t like it. (He doesn’t like her answer, either).

Playing by déjà vu, he raises himself to his elbows and leans to the side, wearing the same teasing smile, letting his hair tickle her cheek.

“I didn’t know you could be so philosophical… how enchanting.”

[Name] only scoffs and he laughs, not missing the timid dust of pink on her cheeks. “Is this your way of surrendering, perhaps—”

“Dream on, Shikanoin.” She tuts, though she doesn’t shove him away—to which his heart skips a beat at.

Of his own volition, however—he feels like he’d combust the longer he stays in such a close proximity—he is the one who moves away, falling back to the grass with a content sigh.

Despite the use of his full name, his worries fly the moment she rebukes his words. For it can only mean that she isn’t set on giving him first place—the race is still on, and that’s more than fine with him.

As he lay there with his rival under the moon, he muses again. Stay just like this.

“Congratulations, Doushin Shikanoin.” Kujou Sara is actually smiling. (It doesn’t seem to reach her eyes, though, but what else is new?)

That should also be a celebration of its own, but that’d mean taking away the celebration meant for him and the resolution of the troubling kidnapping slash murder case.

A case that he solved, by the way.

It’s his win.

Ah, the warmth in chest, blossomed by the prospect of emerging victorious—ah, how spirited he feels! With this in the bag, doesn’t it mean that he’s on a straight road to being the best?

He doesn’t seek promotions, no, only the sentiment. Of course, he isn’t just feeling happy, but relieved, too. At least now that the suspect was caught once and for all, there’d be no more missing people.

It took an unfortunate amount of time to track and apprehend the suspect, but Inazuma can rest easy now.

Excusing himself, he stretches his arms with a barely stifled yawn. The tiny tears that gathered in his eyes from yawning are blinked away.

It’s only five in the morning, he can definitely still knock himself out on his bed. No one would mind.

Goodness, how thoroughly spent he is.

Staying up the past few nights were worth it, however. They’ve all been utilized searching for tracks and hunting down the suspect, and he’s glad that it yielded a wonderful result.

Yes, at the cost of his sleep, but he digresses.

He honestly couldn’t have solved it without [Name], who also sacrificed her sleep to work tirelessly with him during the night.

When they got enough leads in the late hours, they had to part ways, because the evidence suggested that the criminal could be at two places at once. Ah, it’s very fortunate that it’s him who ran across the man, for he’s not one to resort to violence so easily.

The criminal surrendered pretty quick, too, so there weren’t any complications at all.

The moment word got out that the capture was a success, almost everyone that was dispatched had heard it, so it's a bit strange that [Name] didn’t come to the police station as soon as possible.

If she had been here, she would’ve been restless, watching Sara pen down the doushins assigned to the case and writing down the one responsible for seeing its conclusion; him.

He’d be lying if he mentioned that he didn’t want her there to witness this moment.

For even if they were rivals, they wish no ill matters towards one another, only acceptance. It is one of the many reasons why it’s so nice to compete against her—no harm, just ambitions and fun.

He knew that she’d congratulate him for catching the lawbreaker, so hearing none of it puts him at a state of unease. That, and the morning feels off despite having caught the instigator of distress.

Such a shame, and he’s up for cooking some katsu sandwich later, too… he would’ve invited her if—huh?

Heizou halts in his steps.

Now, he may not be in the police station that often, but that does not mean that he isn’t knowledgeable of its interior, as well as the offices and rooms that belong to each member of the Commission.

And right now, he’s seeing a whole bunch of his peers examining [Name]’s office. They’re almost upending the place, even!

At five in the morning!

His confusion is warranted as he enters the room with a quizzical look. His arrival mustn’t have been anticipated, though, for the men inside are jolting. They don’t look guilty, rather, they appear dismayed. A queer reaction.

“Doushin—” he can only continue looking at them expectantly after their inability to utter nothing but his title.

When silence continues to ensue, he asks them again—what are they doing?

The glances they throw one another drags him further into uneasiness. Something is off, something isn’t right and his intuition screams about the situation’s peculiarity.

For what reason do they—his colleagues—have to conduct a search?

At long last, one brave man he recognizes is Watanabe fills him in on the reason—and before anyone can blink, he has moved out of the office.

“It cannot be helped.” Kujou Sara states without batting an eye, without even needing to look at who has entered her office.

She busies herself with arranging the files on her desk, pausing at a few others that has the written name of a certain detective that’s been working with them for as long as she can remember.

“Just like you, [Surname] [Name] is an empty slate, we have nothing about her other than a written declaration and a sworn oath of loyalty. Though the latter is questionable now…”

Heizou cannot help the bafflement on his face as he hears the General’s words for himself, practically confirming what the rest of the officers have stated a while ago.

“Again, like you, there's only her name along with some biometric data the police station requires.”

Is this really happening? He can’t understand how—he can’t understand why.

For once, he is rendered silent, and Sara takes the chance to elaborate further, albeit with a tone that sounded as if she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

She’s conflicted, that much can be discerned, but how exactly she’s conflicted remains unknown.

“One of our detectives have found blood in her house as well as this. Since you solved the case, this ought to be familiar to you.” The opening click of a drawer is heard, followed by shuffling. Sara lifts a clear bag, brightened by the light source in the room and-

Heizou stiffens, lips pursing to a line.

The murder weapon greets his eyes, concealed away in the bag that the General later sets back into its place.

Sara clasps her hands together on top of the table, austere eyes of marigold fluttering halfway down as she continues her explanations.

“Our forensics department has uncovered an additional set of fingerprints on it. Other than the suspect, it has [Name]’s, too.”

The Anemo-user is at a standstill. Is he hearing her right? Are his ears deceiving him? It’s possible that this is just some kind of trick, right?

He ignores the ceaseless nibbles of trepidation, forcing out a laugh that sounded nothing short of believable. “General, surely even you can find this suspicious. [Name]—”

“It doesn’t matter, Doushin,” Sara scowls, “Other than the blood, there is nothing. She may be painted as a possible accomplice, but again, that doesn’t matter now-”

“Whatever do you mean?”

The words are leaving before he can even think to hold them back. He’s never one to interrupt his superiors, but this—this is sounding outlandish!

Frustration is far from grasping a hold of his rationality, but he has a feeling that the calm waters will begin to ripple soon.

It did not help that he lacked sleep, and a lack of sleep doesn’t bring out the best behaviors in a person. He’s yet to be the worst of himself—he has pride in his composure—because of his outstanding success about the case, but that’s quick to be buried.

Stepping forward, the smile is dropped from his face. Think calmly.

Heizou is almost ashamed.

While it is true that he’s close with [Name]—as close as any rival can get—it is also true that he knows little about her other than her love for tonkotsu ramen. He supposes that it’s fair, given that she doesn’t know much about him either other than his favorite food.

But right now, the circumstance of knowing only each other’s personal favorites after being rivals for more than a year and counting is a slap to the face.

Nothing but blood and the murder weapon in her house. Two solid evidences, yet, she’s already deemed an accomplice? A suspect?

It’s plausible, but there is another possibility and he’s inclined to favor it a bit better, no matter the morbidity of it. At least then, she wouldn't be the bad guy.

“I do not understand the need to be impetuous in declaring her guilty when in truth, yes, she can be a suspect—but she can also be a victim.”

Sara does not respond.

Heizou can’t handle the eye contact, it’s too much to bear. Too much time is being wasted when they can get straight onto piecing together facts and points in order to reach a proper conclusion.

The gavel awaits with a proper verdict.

He turns around, fists clenching and unclenching. He’s restless, but that’s fine, it’s just his nerves acting up over the absurdity of the situation.

If the rest of the detectives are hounding her office for a thorough search, then it’s safe to assume that they already have her in confinement.

“I’ll fetch her right away-“

“It doesn’t matter.” The General repeats with an edge to her tone, leaving no room for responses. It prompts the doushin to look back at her, confused.

Confused—until he learns of the reason why.

“[Surname] [Name] is missing.”

“What if all this time, you’ve been competing against a ghost?”

He hears her voice in the back of his mind and his throat goes dry—he can’t speak.

“How will we be able to deem her guilty or innocent if there are too little evidences and absolutely zero information about her?”

Sara is blunt. Ruthless, but she speaks the truth and it dawns unto him terribly slow. So, terribly slow for someone whose job is to utilize his mind.

As if the sentient universe is cognizant of the qualms within him, a chilling breeze crosses past—as if eluding to something.

A ghost all along.

It is not one to be understood in a literal sense (a spirit). Rather, ‘ghost’ is a kind of euphemism, a word to sugarcoat one’s lack of existence—in this case, [Name]’s existence.

Is this what she meant long ago when she raised that question?

Was she aware that such a day will come where she disappears with no one being able to find her?

Had she been insinuating—hinting it to him all along?

So many questions, there are so many questions, yet she isn’t here to sate his growing distress.

“No,” he shakes his head.

The Tengu visibly recoils, albeit it’s faint, and she echoes. “No?”

To her surprise, the Doushin looks at her without the usual smile on his face. There burns, in his olive green eyes, a fire that she knows all too well, reminiscent of the fire she sees in [Name]’s until it has died out.

“The lost will only remain as is if no one strives to find them.”

Heizou states, and Sara sighs, already understanding what it is he intends to do.

“I’ll find her.”

The door closes behind him and the General slumps on her seat.

She refuses to believe that Doushin [Name] is an accomplice, too, for as Shikanoin stated, it’s ridiculous. [Name] has been nothing but an upstanding detective in the Tenryou Commission with an ambition she seeks to fulfill.

But then came this case—and it’s been a slippery slope ever since.

It does not help that nothing rules to her favor.

She is missing, she has no records of anything, and her fingerprints on the murder weapon insinuates only the worst.

All collected and available proofs paint her in a bad light and though yes, she could be a potential victim, nothing but their—the Commission’s—personal opinion of her would serve as defense.

It is terrible, but it is what it is.

She can’t believe she’s lost a noteworthy detective, but she can’t begin to imagine how the other Doushin is processing it for himself. Deep down, Sara wishes that [Name] will be found—some have already been dispatched to search—so they can settle this and clear her name… hopefully.

But hope can only be of so little aid—for what is hope, but a mere sentiment?

If only such a thing can solidify into miracles, then the swirling dread in his chest would’ve been allayed.

But alas, it cannot, and he is forced to carry the weight of suspense as he runs across the streets of Inazuma.

He has only gone to [Name]’s house two times in the duration he’s known her—which is long—both to drop her off after a drinking competition. She isn’t a lightweight per se, but neither is he, though it still ended up with her almost getting knocked out.

It was a funny memory and he would’ve laughed, would’ve brought it up… if not for the present circumstance.

Heizou doesn’t know what to expect when he enters her house, a house devoid of any belongings and presence. It is barren, just as his colleagues said.

The blood stains have been cleaned up and there’s, well, nothing.

Not a single vestige. Not a single person.

It sounds so impossible—he cannot understand, he cannot wrap his head around this- this lunacy! Just hours ago when it was still evening, when it was still late in the night, he was with her.

They were working together, hunting down clues.

And now, just hours later, just after they’ve parted… she disappeared? All of a sudden, she is an accomplice? How can things slip so swiftly in a matter of hours?

Heizou is fixated strongly on his own beliefs and intuition; it just isn’t possible that she, out of everyone, can be an accomplice.

So he gets to work, exhaustion forgotten. He upends the whole place the same way he found Watanabe and co doing to her office, seeking leads and clues—anything.

But what is there to search for in an empty place?

A trace is all that he seeks, but even with the use of his elemental sight, he can find nothing in the house. Not even a strand of [c] nor a waft of her usual, flowery scent.

There is nothing. Not even a single furniture! It doesn’t even appear like a place that someone will live in- and he falters, stepping out of the door.

How will he start a search if he has no leads? How will he start a search, if he doesn’t know entirely who he’s looking for?

He refuses to believe it, but reality greets him—dawns on him like the sun.

It can’t be possible. But still, here it is.

He’s uncharacteristically weak in the knees, so he holds onto the threshold of the door to keep himself standing.

There are plenty of emotions all at once, a blunder of confusion and fear, sentiments he isn’t used to feeling. And it’s catastrophic.

The previously shrouded nightmare uncloaks itself before him; he will reach his hand forward—yet the person he seeks to hold is far from reach. Out of reach.

The back of the rival he is chasing is gone and he is running alone. It isn’t right.

Desperate is a word that’s rarely ever used to describe him, the ambitious, cunning detective with a cast-iron countenance.

But as he takes to the streets of Inazuma City again, sprinting with a single destination in mind, he is nothing short of desperate.

There is no one to witness something that was meant to be a part of the many routines in the city. No one to witness him stumbling past the Statue of the Omnipresent God, no one to witness him stand atop a cliff, alone.

Incomplete without another.

The skies are changing colors, transfiguring from the gentle blues to vivid yellows—and there is no one but him to see such a sight.

Everything feels cold, everything feels empty, and rightfully so. During this hour, he would be heaving breath after breath with a smile on his face, passing comments to the [c]nette who would be looking impassive as ever.  

And he is here, heaving, but there is no one with him.

It’s not possible, he argues with this horrific reality. It can’t be.

But he cannot run from the truth.

For the first time, he watches the sun rise from the clasp of the water far in the horizon without [Name] at his side. He feels lost.

And as the sunlight kisses his features, so comes the dawning truth.

Heizou stands at the finish line as the winner.

Alone.

It isn’t easy to wring himself out of the void of bleakness that has befallen after the day of [Name]’s disappearance.

Many in the station thought that his competency will face a drop, so they were stunned when it did not.

In fact, to everyone’s surprise, Shikanoin Heizou worked twice as hard, seizing the best outcome out of everything. Troubled he may be, he could not let it hinder the problematic cases he needs to resolve, too.

He can’t find it within him to stop visiting the place he frequented with her, so he doesn’t get rid of it in his routine. It’s a little difficult to adjust, a little painful, but he manages.

Piling records, stacking cases, passing years, and a disappearing name... Heizou is reminded of her every single time he finishes a case and every single time his name is written as the doushin responsible for it.

Everything she was once to everyone—to him—is quickly dissolving into a memory, and it hurts to accept such a fact.

The Vision Hunt Decree took his mind off of it for a while, but after that was resolved, things fall back into place.

It does not help that he was a part of the team that took away the Visions that used to be inlaid upon the Statue of the Omnipresent God.

Beneath its regard, he feels so out of place, so lonely. It makes him laugh as he stands close to it, reminiscing a morning of long ago. He stays there, waiting for the sun to rise with earnest patience. It has become a part of his routine, his life.

He hears voices all around, evident of the passing minutes and hours, evident of everyone’s waking moment. All are given no such attention—that is, until he picks up on something that causes his breath to hitch.

“Where did you hear that name?”

Frazzled and a little bit bewildered, his eyes fall onto none other Traveler and their floating companion. He smiles, as per usual, but he cannot find the strength to do it as brightly as they’re probably used to seeing.

“It’s Heizou! Oh, and- uh! We just heard it in passing…” that’s news to him.

Interests piqued, the pair—seeing them, he almost feels envious, though he feels more lonesome, instead—saunters closer, eager to learn more. “You seem to know this person, Heizou? Who is she? The people we talked to seem to put her on a pedestal!”

He’s relieved—it isn’t just him who remembers, yes. Plenty of people have been helped by her and even if she appears austere, that is not to mistake the kind heart she possesses.

The smile he brings to his face this time comes easy. He turns to them, more than willing to sate their curiosities.

Who is the best to approach with this other than him?

“Well, you already know it! [Surname] [Name].” he chuckles at the immediate annoyance that flies over the pixie’s face.

Paimon stomps in midair, much to the Traveler’s embarrassed chagrin. “No! We meant who is she to you, a friend? Were you besties or something?”

He crosses eyes with the Traveler, golden eyes mirroring the same interest. Ah, if they’re that eager to know, who is he to deny them the information?

“Ahaha! Alright, alright…” his voice becomes quiet, “Mm, who is she…”

A friend… hm?

For that moment, it doesn’t matter to him if he appeared out of character, out of the usual jubilance he expresses. He thinks well about the question, holds it close to his chest that blooms with warmth.

“Well, we certainly were the best.”

Never did he think he’d utter the words—to share the place of the best, but it matters not any longer.

The race has ended and even if he has crossed the finish line alone, he wills himself to envision that he ran past it with a blur of [c] at his side.

As it should’ve been.

His chest clings unto a mix of nostalgia, sadness, and joy. Still, he manages not to drop his smile.

It is the chase that hasn’t ended. He’ll keep on running, looking forward, whatever it takes, searching for the ghost haunting his memories. Time has folded on and on yet he remains empty-handed.

At this point, the name has dissolved from everyone’s—but a few, he supposes—memory.

At this point, his ambition has reached merit; it is his name that rings from everyone’s lips, the best detective in Inazuma, yet to him, though it is fulfilling, it simultaneously sounds empty. Pyrrhic.

“As expected of my partner...”

If she’s here, her eyes would be wide as Paimon and the Traveler’s. Then she’d go, “Hey, who said we’re partners, huh? I’ll beat you, Shika, watch your back.”

He laughs at the idea of it.

Heizou’s smile becomes wistful as the dawning sun graces him of another morning, another day to spend dreaming of an idealized past that could not be eternalized.

At this point, he no longer knows if the one he is chasing after is truly gone—much like a ghost—no longer knows if he’ll be able to extend his hand towards her back that’s supposedly within reach, and dart past her as always.

He doesn’t know, but he will keep on moving forward because that’s what their race was all about—to move forward. To move on.

Maybe, conceivably, possibly—she is still running, and he’s yet to catch up, that’s why he must run.

So that when he’s finally able to reach her, see her, under the same sun, wherever she is…

Heizou looks at them and grins along the skip of his heartbeat.

“The greatest rival I ever had.”

Then, together with [Name], he’d gladly cross the finish line again.

a/n: haaah :') a mysterious rival who vanished in thin air, whether MC is guilty or innocent, no one knows. and heizou is left all alone to be the best- though he's gone through some period of acceptance, hasn't he? though he says he's the best, he includes MC too 🥺 oh MC, MC, where art thou MC come back to him 😭

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Witch One Will Win? - Part 6

Summary: Jimin’s transformed completely. Is that so bloody terrible though? Rawr!

Word Count: 568

Pairings: dragon hybrid!reader x witch!yoongi x swan hybrid!jimin / alien!jungkook x vampire!hoseok x werewolf!taehyung

Genre: fluff / crack!au / angst / fantasy!au / sci-fi!au

Warning: species extinction (fairies)

A/N: Meow ha ha ha... I cackled for two minutes after writing this. This drabble made me really happy. It felt like I was jumping on clouds that roar.. - absolute crack is what this chapter is.. :)

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‘So... You want me to go in there and pretend to be a vampire?’ Jimin eyes Yoongi suspiciously.

‘Yes.. Yes,’ Yoongi nods, smiling ever so innocently.

‘You do realise that Seok Seok’s a vampire right? Whatever his name is...’

‘No.. The fangs are for decoration, Mr Chim Chim.’

‘So..?’ his eyes enlarge dramatically, waiting for a reply as a bewildered look enchants him.

Tik.. Tok.. Tik.. Tok..

‘I’m a witch. Bibidi Bobidi Boo.’

‘That old lady who helped the e girl was arrested for smuggling fairy dust two thousand years ago - stripped off of her godmother tittle. Fairy dust was and is on the brick of extinction. It’s illegal to use it until the royal court finds a way to maintain the substance from disappearing completely.’

‘The poor fairy population was wiped out completely two and a half thousand years ago. It’s a miracle that we still have that dusty stuff.’

‘Are you an encyclopedia?’ mouth agape, she blinks a couple of times.

‘That’s not important here.. What do you plan to do?’

‘I’ll use a few spells on you. The spell will only last for forty minutes. It’ll mask your scent, give you two pretty little vivis, and make you appear more intimidating.’

‘You’re the cutest little shit out there. Only me and Y/N gets to see that.’

And then off she goes to add herbs into a cauldron.

‘I’m brewing tea.’

This is not a children’s fairy tale book of some sort, ladies and gentlemen + humans in general..

‘Go fetch the spellbook, Mr Chim Chim,’ she directs her lips to the said book.

‘You didn't ask whether I’d agree to this or not?’ he’s not angry, just teasing around.

‘Will you?’

‘Yes..’

‘Now... Now.. Spell Book.’

‘Fucking Hell.. Fucking Hell.. Turn thee into blood.. Turn thee into blood sucking.. Turn thee into blood sucking creature.. No more lic.. No more gar.. Only Ti.. Only midating.. Only In.. Blood thee.. Blood thee.’

‘Gar rrrrrrrr... Rrrrrrrr... Grr.. Awwwwwooo.. Noo.. Grrrrr grrrr rrrr.. Yeah... Yeah... Grrrrr rrrr.’

Oh.. no, no, no.. She isn’t done yet. Not even close..

‘Grrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrr... Rrrrrrrrrrrrr… B.. Eeeeh.. L..... Eeeeh... O.... Eeek oog ag ag.. O... Grrrrrrr.. D... Grrrrrrr rrrrrr rrr.. Rawr.’

There we go!

‘Are you done yet?’ teeth clamped together awkwardly, Jimin remains still.

‘Look into the looking glass,’ she pulls him to the reflecting object on the wall.

‘Ooh.. I look good,’ licking his lips and pushing his hair back, he coos.

‘Say eeeeeh.’

What the fuck? But.. Okay?

‘Eeeeeh... Ak.. Ak.. Now, I can chop wood with my teeth.’

‘They’re not beaver teeth..’

A moment of silence for Mr Chim Chim..

‘Now, I can chomp on paper.’

‘You could probably do that with your regular teeth!’ you almost scare the shit out of him - you did.

‘I’ll bite you.. Grrrrr,’ he threatens.

‘Vampires don’t drink blood or do that creepy shit you think they do. Their genes have evolved over the centuries. How many times do I have to tell you that?’ she cries in annoyance.

‘Grrrrrrrr...’

‘Ahhhhhhh... I’m so scared-’

‘Gnaw.. Gnaw.. Gnaw..’ he doesn't sink his teeth into your flesh, and just pretends to do so.

‘Oh.. No.. Oh... No..’ you pretend to collapse.

Helpless to your antics, Yoongi watches..

‘Halmi.. Halmi!’

‘It’s.. help me, human!’

‘What are you going to do about it, Vamp?’

‘Ahhahaaa haaa.’

‘Wait.. Wait! Do I look convincing?’

‘Convincing my foot.’

‘Your foo-’

You have unlocked Park Jimin’s Mood Board ;)

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#MARINERS CUFFS… I Love you….. #I also fully agree that they probably didn’t first appear on uniforms? #I feel they probably would have been implemented on the uniforms specifically Because they were already in use by civilian mariners #obviously that doesn’t mean I’m right but uniforms don’t come out of nowhere #especially not navy uniforms which were so heavily informed by the styles of the times…. almost to a fault

(via thebaffledcaptain)

Yeah, and the fact that they got it wrong by at least 2 decades makes me wonder where they got that information in the first place! I have no particular interest in uniforms, but it makes sense that they'd make them in the styles that were already popular.

I should make a pinterest board for mariner's cuffs to organize the images I've found. There were some military ones, but quite a lot of the early ones are in hunting scenes. Which makes me wonder when the term "mariner's cuff" was first used for that style, and if they indeed originated from sailor's clothing at all, or if they started on hunting clothes and were called that after the navy started using them. I have no idea though, I haven't gone looking for pictures of sailors from that era, and I imagine there are fewer depictions of them than there are of rich guys in their fancy metal braid trimmed hunting suits.

Thankfully the V&A has a feedback form you can fill out, so I sent them a note and some links to 1720's examples of similar cuffs, and I hope they read it and remove that sentence. (The Louvre never responded to my email about this painting and it's still incorrectly dated on their site. Grrrr.)

Coat, c. 1750's, V&A Museum.

Wool with a silk velvet collar. (Though the pile has almost completely worn off it now.)

The description for this coat claims that mariner's cuffs first appeared on 1740's naval uniforms, which I find rather suspect considering I can go to my pinterest boards and instantly find half a dozen examples in 1720's and 30's portraits.

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The Catfish

Chapter 8 - The Neighbour.

A/N | I really love this series! Please don’t hate me for this chapter!

Comments & reblogs welcome! Let me know what you loved and hated about this chapter!

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Summary | Will Alana want to hear the truth?

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Wattpad | Here.

Word count | 2.2k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst.

Pairings | Dean x Alana (eventually).

Enjoy!

The ride home is silent, Alana sends the girls a text.

Alana: Chlo!! Lola!! I don't know what to do! Xx

Chloe: Hiya! What's up? Xx

Alana: We didn't go to the wedding, I'll explain later....we went out, got drunk, and we were dancing and there was a moment where I thought...no, I know he was going to kiss me! I pulled away and now he's off with me :( xx

Lola: I'm sure he's just feeling a bit embarrassed. You were drunk, he's probably thinking he's made and idiot of himself :* xx

Chloe: Agreed!^^^ don't stress after a couple of days you guys will go back to being friends and it will be in the past! Xx

Alana: Do you think? Xx

Chloe: Of course! He's probably panicking that he's ruined your friendship. Xx

Lola: After a couple of days if he's still off just ask him xx

Alana: I have! He keeps saying he's fine! Grrrr! Xx

Lola: Let him sulk! Xx

Chloe: Yeah, leave him to lick his wounds xx

She puts her phone away.

Dean had been in an odd mood all morning, she wasn't sure what was wrong, she had asked him three times already, but he repeated the same answers "I'm fine! It's nothing!" the whole drive home he was silent his eyes stayed on the road with a stormy expression. They pulled up to their apartment building, he opened the boot and Alana shut it again, he looks at her confused.

She jumps onto the boot of baby "I'm not going inside until you tell me what is wrong!" she folded her arms across her chest looking up at him. He hates that she can read him like a book. He looks at her then up to their building "Fine! But not out here!" she jumps off the boot opens it and takes out her bag.

As they head up Dean wishes it wasn't him that had to tell her. He remembered how heartbroken, she was after Isaac, it might not be as serious this time, but he knows it's going to hit her just the same.

They head into her apartment she places her bag down and head towards the kitchen "drink?" she calls out "Nah, I'm good...look Alana..." she wanders over with a beer in her hand and hands it him. "I figured you need it, considering how moody you are!" he can't look at her, he turns away, but she grabs his arm "Dean?!"

He takes a deep breath "look, I never actually spoke to him, I couldn't figure out where I knew him from until this morning...Alana, I wish I wasn't the to have to tell you this, but Brad...well his name isn't Brad! It's Austin, he was at the Bachelor party and from what I gathered from his conversation with Glen, he has a wife and a kid!" He looks at her expect her to shout or something, but she looks at him and breaks into a laugh.

"This is a joke, right?!" her smile dropped, "I wish it was, but when I saw him...I knew I recognized him. I couldn't place him until you said he had messaged you this morning and it all clicked." she tried to process the information "but did you ask him?" she turns away from him as her eyes glass over, not believing it was true. "As I said I didn't realize who he was until this morning! Alana, I'm only telling you because I care about you!" Maybe even hoping she'd see what was right in front of her.

His words struck her, she remembers the moment they shared on the dance floor where she was sure he was about to move in to kiss her. She sighs, "you aren't telling me because of last night?" she hissed, "last night?" he questions her. "On the dance floor..If I didn't pull away..."

His face turns to pure anger "you think I'm telling you because of a drunken moment!? Wow! You really don't know me at all!" he groaned. Yes, he did want to kiss her and his feeling for her have changed a little! He might have felt something, but even if that didn't happen, he'd still be telling her about it. She snapped him out of his thoughts, "I don't know! I'm so confused! You didn't speak to him so maybe....maybe you got it wrong?!"

"Alana, I know I'm no good with names, but I never forget a face...." she bluntly interrupts him "sorry, but you can't remember the face of the girl you slept with last week, so how are you going to remember the face of a man you saw across a room?" she regretted that as soon as she said it.

Dean's face turns to thunder, he picks up his bag and walks out the door before she even had a chance to say anything else.

Two weeks later...

She hadn't spoken to Dean since that night, she tried reaching out to him via text and in the hall, but he blanked her completely. She felt hurt, she knew she was in the wrong, but she missed him, maybe a little more than she should. She put her feelings to the back of her mind and went on a few more dates with Brad, never mentioning what Dean had accused him of.

It was Saturday night, Brad had booked a table at the new restaurant in town. They were sat looking through the menu, "Austin!! Dude, how are yo...?" he looks over to Alana as if to expect to see someone else. Brad looks up flustered, "Hey, sorry buddy! I think you got me confused with someone else!"

The confused man looks between them both "Oh, sorry! My mistake!" He smiles at the pair and moves along. "Mistaken identity!" Brad smiles at her, Alana brushes it off.

After they had their mains Brad excuses himself making his way towards the bathroom, while he is gone his phone vibrates against the table looking over she saw the name Emilia flash up on the screen, she ignores it before it rings again. Looking over, it's the same name again, she shouldn't, but she's worried it's an emergency, so she answers it.

"Hey, Austin! Finally, I just wondered what time you will be home. Finley is playing up and won't go down until Daddy is back!....Austin? You there?"

Her blood runs cold, and she remembers Dean telling her, his name was really Austin and she thought back to the stranger earlier calling him the same name.

"Austin? Hello?!" the voice on the other end calls out, she ends the call placing his phone back on the table. Finley wasn't his nephew, Dean was right and that stranger wasn't mistaken. She picked up her coat and bag, not wanting to still be there when Brad or Austin or whatever his name was come back.

As she reached the door she heard him call out after her, "Alana?" she just wanted to get away from him. She couldn't believe she had been such an idiot yet again! Dean tried to warn her, but she didn't believe him, why didn't she believe him? Brad sent her texts and flowers, but she blocked him and sent them back.

Three weeks later...

Alana had finished work for the week.

As she pulled up to her apartment building she noticed his car, watching him holding the car door open for a brunette, her heart pinged and a sadness washed over her, he had met someone else, she missed her friend and neighbour.

As she makes her way up the stairs he stood outside her door with a bouquet of flowers, he smiled brightly when she saw her, "Alana! I've been trying to get ahold of you!" she sighed, "Sorry, Austin, but did you not get the message? Ignoring your calls and sending back your flowers? I don't want to talk to you!" she hissed.

His face turned white when she called him Austin, "Austin? Who's Aus...?!" she interrupted him "let's save time and cut to the chase! You wife called on our last date. Yes, I shouldn't have answered it, but it kept ringing! So, just cut the bullshit and go home to your wife and kid - Finley wasn't it?" she asked putting her key in the door and closing it on him. She didn't have the energy especially not today, she just wants to curl up and leave the world locked outside her front door.

Dean ran back up to his apartment, forgetting his phone, on the stairs, he ducks around a guy with a big bouquet covering his face before continuing is way the upstairs.

A couple of days later...

Alana heads out to Jacks after a few glasses of wine, she a bit tipsy and when someone takes up the stall next to her. She notices his auburn hair first, then his blue eyes, he smiles at her and she returns it, "Hi, has a-anyone ev-e-er to-old y-you t-that y-you l-look like Eddy S-shiren? W-wait t-that's nit right!" her words are slurred.

"Hey, doll! I'm Marvin would you like a drink?" She's about to answer when she hears a familiar voice.

"Alana?!" she turns in his direction "Ooh, lookie here a-another - hiccup - one.." hiccup "...of my cheating exs! S-so tell me M-Marvin have you ever c-cheated on one of y-your past girlfriends?" She hisses loudly enough for Isaac to hear "Alana are you drunk?" He stands right behind her, she turns on her stool towards him, hiccup "Soo wot's it t-to you?! I'm no longer y-your problem!" She slurred her words pointing her finger at him.

As she turns back to Marvin she saw he had disappeared "you scared him o-off!" hiccup she scoffs before finishing her drink. She jumps off her bar stool as she does her heel get stuck, and she falls, but Isaac manages to catch her "are you ok?" she huffs "I-I'm fine!" hiccup pushing him away. "Let's get you home!" she pulls away "I d-don't needs y-you or your h-help!" she puts on her coat and grabs her bag.

"You might not, but I'm not going anywhere!" she groans annoyed "Fine, b-but don't b-blame me if I'm sick a-all over y-your B.M.W! Where is your B-Barbie doll g-girlfriend a-anyway?" she teases him as he follows her out of the bar "....it will wash out!" he says in a soft gentle tone.  

Unlocking his car "I ended it with Ada called off the wedding the lot!" she stops and turns leaning against his car "Wow! S-so h-howy does it feels? D-doin the r-right t-ting for once?" she mocked him.

He can't help, but laugh at her, "that's one thing I loved about you, you are always brutally honest!" he opens the passengers and she got in with his words ringing in her ears. He gets in on the drivers side as Alana starts looking for her keys "C-crap!" she hisses, he looks over to her "what's up?"

She rubs her temple "I-I left m-my k-keys at h-home!" he takes his eyes off the road for a second "Doesn't your neighbour have a key?" she narrows her eyes at him "w-we a-aren't t-talking at the m-moment!" she might have broken it off with Brad, but her stubbornness stopped her from reaching to him after he rejected her previous attempts.

"We could find you a hotel?" he asks her not really wanting to leave her alone in the state "...or you could stay at mine. I'll sleep on the sofa of course!" she looks over to him, not sure on what to do. "W-whatever!" she whispers, he looks over at her again and nods.

Pulling up to his house, and he parks the car.

Inside, she looks around, runs her hand over the oak side table in the lounge "I'll get you a coffee!" he calls passing her as he heads to the kitchen, she follows him in looking around for signs of her, but finds nothing. In the kitchen, he turns on the coffee machine as she leans against the counter, "Do you wanna tell me why you fell out with Dean?"

She huffed "he found out the g-guy I was seeing had a wife and a little boy. I didn't want to believe him, so we argued and a few weeks ago I found out he was telling the truth!" She hangs her head "do I have mug on my forehead!?" Her eyes glassed over as she hung her head, "am just an idiot when it comes to men?" She wiped the tears from her eyes.

She realizes he is standing in front of her "you are not the idiot! We are for not knowing what we had until it's gone!" he hands her the coffee. She chuckles "yeah r-right! What a load of bullocks!" she scoffs at his words, he lifts her chin, and she looks into his ocean blue eyes, "I kick myself every day for breaking your heart! I've never met anyone like you!"

He cups her face and captures her lips, she places the coffee on the kitchen counter behind her before looping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. Every fibre in her body was telling her not to do this, but she just wanted to feel something over than sadness. He pulls away looking into her eyes "Alana? Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you'll regret in the morning!"

"Of course I'm going to regret it, but right now I don't fucking care!" She pulls his lips back to hers as her hands slip under his jumper, she noticed he had been working out since they split as he's a lot more toned now. She pushes his jumper up over his head and tosses it to the side, he makes work on her buttons on her shirt before it foams a puddle on the floor.

"Take me to bed!" She whispers against his lips, he picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom.....

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