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myung-heee · 1 year

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horror game

pairings: bf!wonwoo x f!reader

genre: fluff, smutt

warnings: they played a scary game (rip wonu cause y/n just won't stop stressing the shit out of him), y/n had a nightmare, brushing, pet names (baby, princess..), oral (fem), face sitting, crying, protected (yazz)!!

wc: 2.5k

summary: you convinced your boyfriend to play a horror game, but instead of the game scaring him, your reactions stressed him out. as you both drifted to sleep, you had a nightmare that inadvertently caused him to wake up, well, you know what happened next..

"come on, it's not a bad idea" you pouted, giving wonwoo your best puppy dog eyes ever. he chuckled, looking up from his game. "but i'm in the middle of this one," he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

you persisted, leaning in closer. hugging him through his shoulders, "but the game i want to play is way more fun.." You playfully rested your head on his neck. he flinched a little, gazing over you before he looked back to his sceen.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "really? and what game are we talking about?" he said, still focused on his screen.

you let out a mischievous grin. you stood up straight and walked towards the closet, carried a small stall, and sat beside him. "it's a scary game but its fun! i promise." you crossed your fingers.

wonwoo side-eyed you, fingers glued to his keyboard as he burst out a scoff. "a scary game? you sure you won't end up hiding under the blanket?" he raised a brow. you rolled your eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "of course not, wonwoo. besides, you're the one playing the game, not me," you retorted, your gaze locking with his.

he turned to you, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "huh? you want me to play a scary game? just me?" there was skepticism in his voice as he asked you. with an eager nod, you confirmed your idea, your smile growing wider. "yes, but im here beside you, so i promise i won't let you feel too scared." you added a touch of faux cheerfulness, your eyes dancing with mischief.

his lips curled into a soft smile. "baby.. i'm more worried about how you'll react than myself."

you scoffed.

you let out a light laugh, waving away his concern with a casual gesture. "oh, come on. i've watched horror movies before. this can't be that different, right?" he chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "alright baby, if you say so, i'll just finish this one."

as he turned his attention back to his game, you seized the opportunity to push further. "i.. i mean, it's just a game. what's the worst that could happen?" he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "is that a challenge?"

you bit your lip, "maybe."

he scoffed.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "please, i'm tougher than i look." he leaned back, considering your proposal. "alright, fine. let's give it a shot. but don't say i didn't warn you."

as wonwoo switched from his game to the one you suggested, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. but things didn't go as planned. you were a bundle of nerves..

shaking his shoulders as you shouted about monsters being close.

he just laughed at you, while you're there beside him, stressed af. he seemed oddly calm, making you even more anxious. when a monster chased his character, you hid your face in his neck and gripped him tightly. suddenly, he flinched, and you let out a squeak before smacking his shoulder and retreating to the safety of the bed.

he laughed at your reaction and his character's death. "guess that didn't go well.." he bit his lip looking at you.

peeking from under the blanket, you glared playfully. "yeah, yeah, say what you want to say." you rolled your eyes. he sat at the edge of the bed, grinning. "scary games aren't your thing."

rolling your eyes, you huffed. "clearly."

he leaned down, giving your forehead a kiss. "don't worry, you did fine being there beside me."

"and stressing the shit out of me," he continued.

you landed a smack on his shoulders, and he laughed. "you literally shook my whole body. i'm even more scared of you being beside me than the actual game," he hugged you.

you rolled your eyes as you felt him rubbing his palm on your back, soothing you in. "is my baby still scared?" he asked. his voice is now different. you shook your head as you clung onto him tighter. he placed another kiss on your forehead before letting you go. "you can sleep now, i'll play a little bit more," he whispered.

"the scary game?" you asked, and he shook his head. "no, i'll continue the game that i left before" you pouted. "okay."

but you just found yourself clung onto him snuggled into the mattress, his arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you in close. he nuzzled your face against his neck, his touch soothing as his fingers traced gentle circles on your back, lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

as you drifted off, a dream stirred discomfort within you, causing you to shift your body.

sensing your unease, wonwoo responded by pulling you even closer, his arm finding its way around your waist as he spooned you. he pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tenderly combing through your hair, reassuring you.

you kept on shifting onto the bed, uncomfortable. wonwoo didn't notice it since he also dozed off to sleep. his hand was still on your waist as you moved backward and accidentally rubbed your ass through his front, making him flinch a little. he's still asleep, though.

your eyes opened, gasping for air, as you woke up from a scary dream. you moved a little, but you were stopped as you felt something on your back.

what the fuck..

you felt his hardness against your ass.

poor boy got worked up unnoticed. you bit your lip as you tried to turn around, but were welcomed with a groan from wonwoo as you accidentally brushed it against him again.

his grip tightening on your waist, he leaned closer to you. you could feel his heavy breaths on your neck. you tried to move again, but the hand on your waist was stopping you. "stop moving, princess.." it was almost a whisper. his voice is soft.

"wonwoo.."

"fuck.." he hissed. he lost his control.

he held your hips as he leaned your back against the mattress, roughly. you bit your lip and looked at him.. his breaths were deep. "princess, i told you to stop moving.. how many times should i have to tell you?" you gulped as he landed his arm on both sides of the mattress, locking you in. there was a hint in his face that he's holding on.

you both made love a couple of times before. just 4 or 5? and those sexes are intimate, and the last time he touched you was a month ago. he doesn't want to hurt you; he wants you to feel pleased and heavenly. he could never be rough on his princess.

but this case is different; you've been so stubborn lately. a little punishment wouldn't be a bad idea, right?

your cheeks are burning up at the idea of wonwoo inside you again.

he bit your neck, sucking it. you tried to run your fingers through your hair, but he held your hand in place. not allowing you to move, he hissed as his erection brushed against your thighs.

you clenched around nothing, letting out soft moans as he continued to leave marks on your neck. you could feel the wetness between your thighs.

"woo.." you whispered.

he stopped and looked up at you. "im sorry."

he was about to stand up, but you held onto his arm, shaking your head. "no.. i- i mean, i don't want you to stop" your grip was tight, making him sit on the edge of the bed.

you sat in his lap as you kissed his neck, careful not to leave a mark. he

gripped your waist as your lips collided again, tasting every corner. "can you sit on me?" you stared at him blankly; you didn't register what he just said. you tilt your head, brows furrowed.

he bit his lip as he scoffed, and he lifted his hand to brush the hair out of your face. "my baby is so beautiful.." he looked at your face and said, "you are so beautiful that you need to be worshipped."

he pulled you up, and you took that as a sign to take off your pajamas. you stood up and took them off. you're about to take off your pants, but he held your wrist, kissed you as he laid his back on the bed, and gripped your waist, pulling you onto his face. you resisted at first, not knowing what to do or what his idea was.

"sit on my face." wonwoo said sharply.

you gulped. he wants you to do what?

you slowly crouched onto his face, and he lifted your leg slightly to pull your panties down. he held your thighs as you leveled your between thighs to his face. you slowly lowered your legs as you tried to sit on his face.

before you could even, he held you in place. his grip has tightened.

he lost his patience with you. "when i told you to sit, sit. i don't care if you're worried; just sit. sit on my face." he sharply said.

you bit your lips as he forced you to sit on his face.

you gasped as you felt his tongue on your entrance. "o- oh my god!" you immediately held on to the headboard for support.

you closed your eyes as you felt his tongue lick. you could literally hear the wetness as he continued to fuck his tongue on your core. your body is burning up. you tried to shuffle your moans, but you really couldn't. "a-ah.. wonwoo," you panted as you felt your legs shaking.

you looked down to see his face; his eyes were looking at your reaction. when your gaze met, he immediately fasten his pace at your entrance, making you cry.

you held a handful of his hair when you felt you were already near; before you could even know it, he knew it already. he keeps on lapping your cunt and sucking your clitoral. his hand on your thigh as you began grinding your hips on his face, basically fucking yourself into him more.

your eyes closed as you felt your orgasm hit you. you tried to close your legs, but he held them in place.

as your orgasm washed over you, you immediately removed yourself from him and checked if he was okay—if you didn't strangle him, choke him, or anything else.

he just licked his lips and looked at you.

before you could even ask, he just flashed a smile at you. "you did well, baby," he said, kissing your neck and refusing to meet your lips, he laid your back against the mattress. he took a pack of condom from the drawer before putting it in his mouth and ripping the package.

he lowered his pajama to knee level before he placed the condom on his erection. he slowly leveled himself the same as you.

before he could even get inside you, he pushed a finger to check your wetness. he thrusted his finger for a bit before pulling it out. you hissed as he pushed his shaft inside you.

pain. you bit your lip hard as you felt pain brushing all over your body. pain—thats all you felt. regardless of the number of times you've had sex with this man, he always makes it feel new. he looked at you with a concerned face, licking his lip before giving you a kiss.

"a-are you? i can stop if—"

"no, please.. continue—fuck." you held his waist to pull him closer. he hissed as he moved inside you again.

"you're still... so fucking tight," he whispered as he began to gently thrust into you. "so good for me," he said, kissing your ear. he found his pace—not too fast, not too rough. but he made sure to hit all the spots since he's still worried and concerned about hurting you. he could never hurt his princess.

as the pain all brushed away, he got the hint and started thrusting so fast and deep inside you. you moaned his name.

"a-ah, wo.. wonwoo!" your brows furrowed, mouth open. closing your eyes. "ah," he moaned at the base of your neck. "fuck."

he kneeled in front of you and held your waist in place before pushing himself again inside you. he looked up and closed his eyes while thrusting at you. you moved your hips with him. you felt more pleasure from that angle.

you moaned his name when you felt another release. his thrusts started to get sloppy. "fuck—fuck! angel.. im cumming," he made one deep thrust and looked up again, panting heavily. you could see the veins in his hands. his chest was heaving.

he pulled out and stood up to go to the bathroom. you were left in bed, feeling so tired. wonwoo went back, holding a box of tissues and wipes. he was now wearing his pajamas. you flinched when he started wiping you with wipes.

you narrowed your eyes at him, and he responded with a cute pout, saying, "im sorry." your body still felt a bit sore, and you were sensitive to what happened earlier. "need anything? food, water, or a bath?" he asked, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

you shook your head, a soft smile gracing your lips. "just a hug," you murmured. he chuckled affectionately before leaning down to cuddle you, wrapping you in his arms. it felt like a cozy cocoon of love and safety, his embrace melting away any discomfort you felt.

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marsmarbles · 8 months

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TeeHee have a DamselDuo one shot I wrote. They make me ill. Yay!! (1129 words)

Scott woke up in a cold sweat. His limbs ached, like he had been sleeping there for years instead of just a few minutes. As he surveyed himself for damage, memories came flooding back to him.

Burning hot lava. He had fallen in, been consumed by it while on his nether trip. He can still feel the fire licking his cheeks, encasing his face. Surveying his arms, he could still see burn scars that weren’t going away soon. They would stay to remind him of what he’s done, who he’s just killed.

Who he’s killed. Instead of his arms, his vision focuses on the chains trailing down his left arm. It fazes through the wall, because it’s not actually physical, just an illusion. Scott can see the vague color change from bright green to more of a lime, and he knows what color it will eventually become when it reaches his wrist.

You died. A voice whispers in his ear. Do you know what you did, Star?

“I’m pretty fucking aware, thanks.” He tries not to let the panic seep into his voice, but fails miserably. He can’t deal with the speakers right now, he has to check that he’s ok. Scott jumps out of bed, tripping his way out of the door of his cottage as he runs desperately to follow the chain. It turns from green to lime to a sickly yellow, confirming his worst fears. But really, they were confirmed the second he woke up.

He realizes halfway to his destination that he doesn’t have any of his items. His things were turned to ash in the lava, all of his iron armor and quartz lost to the fire. He ignores this best he can, trying not to think about the hours of work he wouldn’t get back.

Instead he runs faster, his footfalls echoing across the valley. Scott can feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, whether from the stress or the wind whipping at his eyes, he isn’t sure. The other house comes into view, half built with three walls and several support beams. The chain shrinks as he gets closer, revealing the almost sunflower yellow.

He rips open the door, looking around the house. Joel is in the middle of the floor, curled up with his head between his knees. “Joel, Joel, I’m so sorry! I-I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, and-“

“Get out.”

“What?”

Joel lifted his head from its perch. Scott realized his normally perfect hair was tangled everywhere, the green streak having changed to yellow. His eyes were a similar color, as were the chains around his wrists. He looked horrible, to put it lightly, as it was obvious he had shed at least a few tears. “You promised that you would keep me safe. You lied to me. Get out, Scott, before I go hunt down Pearl.”

“Joel, I-“

“Do you not have fucking ears? I said, ‘get out!’”

Scott flinched away, but refused to leave that easily. When Joel saw his stubborn expression, he just shuffled away and put his head down again. Scott looked around the half finished house, trying to find something, anything, he could use to apologize. He didn’t think he could stand for Joel to be mad at him, not like this.

Scott made his way around the house, doing his best to avoid the sullen figure on the floor. He opened the chests quietly, finding building supplies, stray snacks, and… a hairbrush. He smiled softly and picked it up, heading over to Joel and sitting behind him.

Scott remembered the first time he had done this. It was their second day in these stupid games. He had discovered that, one, he was chained to Joel (obviously a cruel trick from the Watchers) and two, his hair was very long. Scott had experience with long hair, but Joel didn’t, and it showed. He had laughed and taken one of his ribbons, doing his best to take the leaves and sticks out of his hair before he braided it to match his. That was the first time he had seen Joel genuinely smile at him.

Now he took his hair again in his hands, humming as he brushed it out. Joel let him, keeping his head down. Slowly, he untangled the knots. It was hard work, considering how messy it was, but he finished soon enough. Softly putting the brush down, he split the mass into three strands and started braiding them together. Joel had lifted his head up at that point, not quite a pleased expression on his face, but it was close enough for Scott.

When he had finished, he used a stray ribbon he had (yellow, how ironic) to tie the end so it would stay. Scott silently slid around so he was facing Joel’s face now, and clasped his hands.

“I know there’s no real way I can apologize for what I’ve done, but I truly am sorry. I will do my best to be more careful. I-I woke up, and I was so afraid I had lost you, and-“ He took a shaky breath. “I am so, so sorry. I understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ll leave no-“ Scott stood to walk towards the door, but a hand caught his wrist and pulled him back down.

“I,” Joel took a breath. “I can forgive you. It’s fine, it would happen one day, we knew it was coming.” Joel offered him a toothy grin. “I still hate you though.”

Scott let out a wet laugh. “I love you too, Joel.” He dragged him into a hug, placing his face into his shoulder. “I love you too.”

The repetition meant something, something deeper that neither of them wanted to admit. When Scott pulled away, he offered a smile before he stood. “I’ll go tell Lizzie and Pearl what happened. I’ll be over tonight though.”

When he was less than fifteen feet from the house, an annoying voice spoke in his ear once again.

Ooohhh, someone has a crush.

“I have standards. I don’t just fall for every guy I meet, you know.”

I don’t know, that seemed to be the case with Jimmy and Martyn and-

“Stop right there! Nope, nope, I will not have the gods metaling in my romantic life. That is something I would like to have control over, thank you very much.”

All in due time, Star.

The Speaker snickered as it flew away. Scott scoffed and kept walking, towards the house that Lizzie and Pearl inhabited. So what if he liked Joel a little more than normal? It wasn’t like anything would happen about it.

Still, as he walked, he couldn’t keep his mind off of how much yellow surprisingly fit Joel.

sorry it’s so long but I love them. Maybe expect more fanfic coming soon of Scar and Sausage???

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I’m…….im fucking speechless…..THIS IS SO GOOOODDDD RAMXKVKDKCMVMDMCN!!!!! Have you really read through my whole page???? Cuz all of this is too accurate.

Also also also!!!! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS GONNA HAVE THE SPEAKERS CALL SCOTT STAR!!!!!???!?!!?!! while I was reading I was “WHOT!!! THEY’RE SPYING ON ME THEY’RE SPYING ON ME!!!

You also captured the Speakers’s personality perfectly!!!

The whole time I was reading I was both smiling uncontrollably and on the verge of tears thank you so much!!! I’m so excited to read more(if you make more that is no pressure)!!!!

#chained life au #fanfic #fanfiction #traffic shipping #trafficblr #mcyt #traffic life #traffic smp #damselduo #chained life au fanart #chained life au fanfiction #I’m not gonna be normal anymore after this #joel smallishbeans #scott smajor

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existingoutofspite · 8 months

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Ranking The Twisted Wonderland Books

my personal (OPINION) ranking of the Twisted Wonderland Books with reasons that no one asked for (not including 7, prologue, and there is a half placing of six due to not having finished the book, these boss battles will actually be the death of me)

Would love to hear other opinions

Spoilers

Last Place/#6

Starting off strong with the worst one-

Book 2- Savanaclaw

I feel that this is generally agreed upon in the fandom from what i’ve seen. For me there are 2 main reasons for this

a. it’s boring

b. it actually just doesn’t make sense????? like within the explained rules of the universe???

for a, i just didn’t enjoy playing it. this is also the first time (i think) when lesson limits were put in place so this was the first time i just put the game down for like 2 months. The mystery wasn’t that intriguing especially because i kept getting distracted by the weird logistics of Leona’s plan. it felt like the weirdest inclusion of the previous chapters group also just because we don’t see enough of them, and the whole thing just felt kinda weird.

I remember being annoyed playing it because i just wanted to make it to book 3

for b, leona wasn’t casting magic???? why did he overblot and not ruggie???? this was the book that established what overblots were only to break their own rules (this might be explained by his contract with Azul, but we don’t know what the contract was so this is just speculation)

Also what even was Leona’s plan? It was really poorly thought out which is weird for the supposedly really smart scheming character.

It was also the most preventable overblot imo. Come on Lilia

more i could say but…

Book 5- Pomefiore

Honestly I really enjoyed book 5, I just couldn’t rank it above the others. Just felt really weird to me pacing wise because there are two distinct arcs in this one book between the Epel + Duece section and the actual Competition arc with Neige

I played through this book in mostly one sitting and really enjoyed it! but the beginning felt very repetitive with the twistunes (the bane of my existence) and this book just felt very slow until suddenly a character who was at most a bit harsh and a perfectionist was attempting murder(???)

Book 5 has one of the best moments of ramping up right before the main battle, but that amazing moment didn’t really have enough build up

it also feels like the Epel (and duece i guess) arc just sorta… stops. We have their moment until suddenly we have to get back to plot stuff

Honestly i don’t have much to say, in general this book was great after the initial slow build up of practicing and auditions, but the pacing was just weird enough and I am just biased enough to rank this below #4

Book 3- Octavinelle

In all honesty this should probably be 5th but if you’ve seen my blog before… it’s all Azul. that’s it. Actually as an Azul fan i probably should have put this lower due to the disservice it does his character.

they gave Vil’s motives in book 5 of being a second place superstar model who still was a major powerhouse in the entertainment industry and rich more time to develop and room to breath than Azul’s motives. Meaning that the bullying and eating disorder are just kinda lightly touched on. Also as someone who is admittedly not that skinny and was bullied in middle school(weirdly mostly not weight related) it felt really off that be book ends with Grim and the protagonist either making fun of or commenting on his weight as a kid.

The main reason that I think that Book 3 can get away with getting the spot above book 5 is that it’s basically 40 chapters shorter. You don’t really get bored in book 3 because it’s trying to fit all of its story in and doesn’t have room to get boring or include seemingly useless mini-arcs (ok being to harsh, love u epel). And unlike book 2 where the plan was crazy obviously flawed and would never work, Azul’s plan while still being flawed feels believable because what ends up being Azul’s downfall is his greed and over confidence.

Book 3 is fun! That’s really it. There are a million writes or flawed choices that I would have changed (who decided on the anenimies on the head) but in the end it’s just a fun little heist that takes enough inspiration from its movie without being overbearing. It has clear stakes, good aesthetic, Azul, beautiful overblot design, Azul, fun things to speculate on, and one of the the best and most interesting group in the game (Jade, Floyd, and Azul all have my heart)

Also from a fan of the octatrio, why are they the target of a lot of the weird stuff in the fandom. Like i don’t really care what you do, but come on they’re minors and also no Floyd isn’t crazy yandere, no Jade is not…there isn’t really one specific Jade mischaracterization i feel like i’ve seen a variation and he is on somehow every end of the spectrum, and no Azul is not your “precious UwU crybaby” or a a really mean manipulative unfeeling mob boss. Stop twst mischaracterization… please… for them

Book 6- Ignihyde

I haven’t finished the book yet but so far it’s really good! it feels like a culmination of what has happened so far. It has new mini games, more in-depth character exploration, the first time I’ve considered liking Leona, stakes, feeling like the player actually has a role for once, and I actually really like the mystery and intrigue of the whole book.

It’s so long though like jesus christ there is so much and the bosses are so difficult. Really enjoying it so far! (despite it being a bit tedious, not my fault I don’t have fire centric cards for Rook, Epel, and Vil)

Book 1- Heartslabuyl

I don’t have too much to say honestly, it’s just an amazing book and also one of the best game openings I’ve seen. Riddle is an Amazing character and the dread and confusion watching his overblot slowly build. He also has the benefit of being the first overblot you see so it’ 10x more powerful than any of the others.

Again, not much to say. It is a fun chapter with likeable characters that you get to know just enough, and does an amazing job at just showing you the ropes of the game. I know that’s what the prologue’s for but Book 1 really does a great job at actually introducing you to the game. It mostly has the benefit of the player probably going in blind and being the first time some of the stuff is used. Also Riddle’s backstory is great and don’t let me get started in his costume design, it’s glorious.

and finally…

Book 4- Scarabia

It’s immaculate I don’t know what to tell you. It’s the only book for me that feels like it has an actual mystery at foot. It slowly builds until the breaking point and it’s amazing.

it has the most naturally integrated helper characters imo with the octatrio also being more likable than they were in book 3 tbh. Sure there are some questionable things with the translation and Jamil’s backstory but that’s mostly a flaw with the game itself.

Jamil and Kalim are some of the most compelling characters in the whole game, the pacing is great, the mystery is intriguing, the whole thing just culminates in a great book that I loved playing.

To me the only real flaws in this chapter are just flaws with either the source material being Aladdin or faults in the game that are more noticeable in this section. It has just the right amount of chapters to have room to breath, but also not drag on. It has amazing character dynamics, can be funny to absolutely devastating in a matter of seconds, and also doesn’t have to include characters like Jack, Ace, or Deuce, so it feels more isolated and possibly more suspenseful.

This is the real turning point in the game for me.

Also it has pretty much all of my favorite characters and my favorite ship in it. but that’s beside the point.

The answer to the mystery is clear to the player but not so obvious that it’s insane that the player character doesn’t know and i could honestly go on but the only real complaint I have about this book is some of it’s twistunes (I will find a way to kill “Let’s get cooking” i swear)

thank you for coming to my ted talk

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland

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daemion · 1 year

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Hi! :)

I'm daemion (he/it 22) literally a cat in real life unfortunately sorry

trans (T💉since 3/21/23) and bi lol

I post art sometimes and make nonsense posts.

if i tag something with a name (ex. "david") its about one of my characters, not a fandom tag or a real person.

My interests/hobbies: Writing, drawing, comics/manga, and Video games (splatoon, balatro, slay the spire, minecraft, terraria, etc.).

dni: terfs, transphobes, etc. i block people !

My projects:

+: My main project. Currently on my tenth draft of it that makes pretty significant changes to the plot, structure, and characters. It's about a group of young adults trying to find out what happened to two of their friends who went missing.

I really like + and i enjoy talking about it more than any other project. I've been working on it since late 2015 so there are a lot of different versions of it. The most important drafts (ones I talk about the most) are draft 2, 7, 8, 9 and the most current one 10. Draft 6 is also relevant because it is the worst version that has written content. Drafts 1, 3, 4, and 5 most exist as notes and art, draft 1 is entirely physical comics I drew in 2015, so I don't have much to say about them.

If you're curious about any specifics about the project, please feel free to ask questions about it! I'm currently trying to motivate myself to write out comprehensive character information and make full designs for a lot of the characters.

When talking about specific aspects of + drafts I try to tag the draft (example: draft 9 +) and any characters discussed. This is mainly for me and a lot of them are contextualized fully because they're for me, but if you wanna look you can :)

Characters: David, Chris, Valentine, Eli, Clementine, Madi, Olive, Jay, Jaxson, Evan, Vincent, Vanessa, and a few more, but the main ones you'll be hearing about on my blog are the first 5 listed.

She Saw: My comic based on an old draft of +, draft 2. A 3 and half part long story about a lesbian who finds the dead body of one of her best friend's boyfriends and gets sucked into a conflict involving that, all the while experiencing high school and seeing horrific visions. What is complete of it is posted on tumblr and DA as well as a few other comic sites? I believe. If you're interested its @shesawcomic, I haven't worked on completing it since 2019.

If your curious about the + connection, every character in She Saw has a direct analog in draft 2 + character. The main character, who's name isn't revealed until the end of the current part, is Veronica (now Madi) from +, Faith is Valentine, the unnamed boy is Daemion (now David), Terrance is Chris (arguably also Eli, they are interchangeable in draft 2), Mary is Mary, Kate is Kathy. There was an additional character who was not revealed at the time I stopped writing, and was the only character without a + analog, though her situation could be based on a number of characters I've written before. Everything I write is derivative of itself.

Characters: Her (shesaw), him (shesaw), Terrance, Faith, Mary, Kate. (All of them got finished refs this summer :D)

WWW: New project. A comic based on an old draft of +, draft 2, 3, and 4. Unlike She Saw, which sought to recreate the high school segment of draft 2 (a, if I am remembering correctly, 16 page long section) WWW seeks to replicate and add on to the main plot of draft 2, taking into consideration traits added to the characters after that draft. The comic is about Cici who lives in the middle of nowhere on a dairy farm separated from the rest of society until a woman named Juliet comes and helps him escape. Juliet, a woman obsessed with obscure religious groups, practices, and magic, convinces Cici help her work towards her goal of achieving immortality. Unfortunately, when they do achieve something, it's not a glamorous as Juliet described it to be. - WWW is an abbreviation of a test/temporary name that might not stick.

Similar to She Saw, WWW characters also has connections to + characters, but they're really obvious in my mind so i'm just choosing to have that be a funny thing that people who know + characters would notice.

Characters: Cici, Juliet, Sammy.

Seagull: Another newer project. A comic/short story about a half wolf half human man who's sent to work and live on a "lighthouse" in the middle of the ocean to keep watch for "something in the water". He quickly discovers that his lighthouse has attracted a strange angel that resembles the seagulls.

Characters: Jupiter, Seagull (haven't named him yet), Coral

For the 3 projects that are not + listed above, I'm happy to answer any questions! WWW is my main focus aside from +, She Saw is in limbo, and Seagull is kind of a side project.

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finished agnea's story! oops it got really long

honestly it was exactly what i was hoping for from her, it was just a good time. every time she was onscreen something fun and cute was happening & the scene in her chapter 4 with the theater manager is actually the funniest cutscene so far. i dont wanna just compare all the characters i like to ot1 characters but i will do that anyway, she feels like the successor to tressa in that her story and character are straightforward in a way that makes the story feel very satisfying and you just get to have a very good time.

but yeah to compare her to primrose . i cannot overstate how much of an improvement this is over ot1's Everything. the orientalism in ot1's treatment of dancers & primrose's story where shes a white girl who has been sex trafficked into a middle eastern belly dancer brothel and she spends the entire game in the ugliest iteration of that stereotypical costume imaginable and all of her subclass outfits are just that made out of different colored fabric like fuck. dude. i cant overstate how much that was the worst part of the game and im not even getting into the rest of primroses' story's frankly sickening misogyny. so yeah the bar was in the earth's core almost anything they did would have been an improvement but boy did they improve! despite its ugly ass outfits dancer was one of my favorite classes in 1 and despite cleric stealing its best support skill(CLERIC STOLE STEAL SP TOO.FUCKER) and its other best support skill being removed, the class itself is still one of my favorites and i think it handled the transition to having more complex skills really well where it feels like dancer got more options without sacrificing utility, so i am so SO fucking glad it is now on a character i can enjoy and that its outfits are now really cute and fun and just ouuuugh . dagger dance and ruinous kick are the real stars but i also really like dancer having the wind skill because . you know. when you move around the air goes swish. instead of the dark skill because we really need to rub it in that dancing is Shameful and Horny.

oh but also on that topic while i still dont like allure because i just. dont like summonable npcs. i actually like how it and entreat are treated and i think it really benefits from agnea's story's MUCH lighter tone where it becomes an endearing character trait instead of feeling like you have a misogyny button but, most importantly, the fact that she fucking likes dancing!!!!!!

primrose isnt even a dancer. she does not like dancing, she's only "a dancer" as a disguise in the intro chapter and then for literally the entire rest of the story it is completely superficial so we have an excuse to put the little pixel lady in a walmart princess jasmine costume. agnea IS a dancer, her story is about dancing, and her story enjoys dance and performance and wants to show you reasons why people enjoy dance and performance. again this is not a high bar but after 1 million years of ot1 primrose-related agonies i was crying with tears of joy to have a female character who is allowed to know what sex is without it being a fucking nightmare. throné's treatment had made me really concerned that agnea's story was just gonna be More of the Same so i was very pleasantly surprised.

so far agnea's story is also the one that most feels like it NEEDED to be in 2 where there's a lot more custom animations and songs and you can do interesting things with the camera angle. for the dancer character to reach its full potential they very much needed to be able to actually visibly dance along with music which agnea can actually do and the autoplay mode means you can get the experience of seeing a character actually dance along to a song. the dances are relatively simple but theyre used well enough that it feels stylized instead of trying to approximate for something they cant actually animate. also the one thing i will say about primrose is that her final boss is one of the most interesting in terms of mechanics... in theory, in practice the first phase was pretty boring and the second phase was the most annoying piece of shit motherfucking stupid bullshit because there are only two articulate stones in the entire game and silence is the second hardest normal status to deal with and the whole thing felt annoying in an "im going to bite my switch in half" way instead of a "man i cant wait to come up with a creative way to work around this insane gimmick" way and it's not like it had any thematically interesting meaning outside of simeon wanting you to be quiet because get it... its a theater . which fuck off. dolcinea has a move with the same joke but its like a one-off joke move with her actual mechanics playing into the thing i really liked with darius in 1 where he was a boss version of a Thief except that dolcinea also gets to have the boss version of agnea's path action which is really cool! actually i've liked basically all the final bosses so far(throné's is by far my least favorite, his gimmick couldve been cool but its not very interestingly implemented) but i think dolcinea is probably my favorite after trousseau

but yea honestly im finding it hard to talk about her in the same way i found it hard to talk about casttia bc its just like... no notes. they set out to make a fun feel-good story about a humble country-girl dancer trying to make it big to follow in the footsteps of her mother and on the way she finds a colorful cast of secondary characters and all the experiences she has with them ultimately allow her to win the big dance contest against the big mean rich dancer who was actually a poor girl once too but whose fame has failed to fix the hole in her heart but then the protagonist and all her friends come together to show the big mean rich girl dancer the true joy of dancing and then everything is okay, and then they did exactly that and it was pretty good!

#c.paradisi #octoposting #HUGE spoilers for 1 and 2 #i kinda wonder if i wouldve liked agnea as much as i do if everything was the same but 1 didnt exist #bc a lot of my affection for her is just how much she improves on the way dancers are treated in 1 #i promise im a huge octo1 fan im just really happy to have a game i can openly enjoy with a lot less caveats and disclaimers

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To boldly go where many blogs have gone before: A Star Trek series analysis (Part 1)

Originally written by Mr_Turnabout on 20 February 2020 over on the old Dreary Middle website. This was the only article we ever published so we thought it would be nice to preserve it as a reminder of what once was, so enjoy!

I have seen many Sci-Fi shows, but there is something special about Star Trek that makes it stand out among the rest.

Yes, Star Trek is quite the franchise. Spanning currently 7 different series, 13 movies and hundreds of episodes, you can't complain about lack of content. I feel recently Star Trek has had a weirdly negative wrap to it. I know that sounds weird defending one of the most profitable franchises in the history of Television and one of the Father's of Sci-Fi, but hear me out.

I think that people have forgotten how great Star Trek truly is, there is this misconception that it's just a silly Sci-Fi show for nerds and....while yes that may be true it is also so much more than that. Star Trek is an incredibly well written franchise, containing some of the best episodes of a series I have ever seen, even managing to hold up against the best shows that we have today. Writing wise a lot of Star Trek has aged like a fine wine, managing to still be relevant despite some series being decades old.

Now is Star Trek perfect? No, at the worst of times you question how some episodes can even be from the same show from how awful and flat out stupid some of the episodes are. The next generation has an episode where a character has sex with a ghost. Deep Space Nine had an episode where the crew get sucked into a game board, while one of the main cast has to play the game that has them trapped. Enterprise famously has a finale that is considered one of the worst episodes in the franchise. It's stuff like this that makes me black out for 45 minutes and makes me wonder if what I was watching was even real, that being said this is the minority of the franchise and is in no way a representation of the franchise.

Now with me gushing over this franchise you would think that I grew up with it or something right? Well that's where you'd be wrong as it turns out, I myself avoided Star Trek for so long because of its representation, I thought it was the typical Sci-Fi show that didn't age all that well, quite like classic Doctor Who....or modern Doctor Who, anyway I didn't truly give Star Trek series a chance till I was 19 and even by then I was reluctant to try it out, but when I started with The next Generation, I was hooked. This post will be talking about what I like about each individual series as well as the order I watched them in, now I will like to preface that I have not seen all of Star Trek, heck many hardcore fans would say I'm not very far at all. I have finished The next generation (twice), 5 seasons of Deep Space Nine, 4 seasons of Voyager, 8 out of 10 of the original Star Trek movies, the 3 Kelvin timeline movies, the first and last episodes of Enterprise, about 2 episodes of the original series, 4 episodes of Picard and none of discovery, so this post is definitely subject to change and may require a follow up. Regardless I have at least seen enough to tell you why it is great and that you should see it if you haven't.

The Star Trek movies are a mixed bag, but when they're good they're really good.

My first real exposure to Star Trek as a whole was from a little underground YouTuber called 'The Nostalgia Critic' (irony fully intended), he was doing a marathon of the "bad" Star Trek films and my little 14 year old self, laughed and slapped his thighs together at this funny man making comments about how silly these movies were, but it had the unintentional effect of actually getting me interested in the films. My friend in secondary school was a big Trekkie (or is it Trekker?) and I asked him if I could borrow some of those films on DVD, before streaming services were the norm we had to watch our films in physical form kids. So I marathoned those films and at the time I thought some were great and some were really bad, so let's go over the quality of each one real quick.

I. The Motion Picture: Beautiful looking movie, but really boring. Great at introducing you to the main cast of the original series, especially for someone like me who has never seen it. Decent start 6/10.

II. The Wrath of Khan: One of the best Sci-Fi movies ever, tells an excellent story about one of Kirk's old enemies coming back for revenge and a very powerful ending. 9/10.

III. The search for Spock: Not a bad effort here, but it suffers from being in between two of the best movies in the franchise. Kind of undoes the ending of Wrath of Khan in quite a strange way but overall still pretty fun. 6/10.

IV. The Voyage Home: Excellent time travel story that's one of the more fun entries in the series, it's just great to see these characters go back to the past (to play those s* games that suck ass) and interact with people from the 80's. 8/10.

V. The Final Frontier: What does God need with a starship? 3/10.

VI. The Undiscovered Country: Great sendoff for the original cast, great villain introduced in this one too. 8/10.

VII. Generations: The proceeding movies goes on to ruin said great sendoff and instead shows Picard looking at an old photo album and having a little cry. 4/10.

VIII. First Contact: Very fun Sci-Fi movie, weird characterisation for Picard in this one but overall I like the horror atmosphere of this one and that soundtrack is fantastic. 7/10.

If you want my ranking personally I would rank them II > IV> VI > VIII > I > III > VII > V

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And what about those characters? Well I'll go into the next generation cast later but the Original series cast are all very fun to watch and have great chemistry. It's no wonder that Captain Kirk and Spock became cultural icons, they are always great on screen together and characters like Bones is one of the funniest characters in the series for his more down to earth characterisation compared to the rest of the cast, these characters aren't particularly deep or anything but they are well written and I would recommend the movies for someone's first exposure to the series, it worked for me.

So what about those Kelvin timeline films?

Shortly after checking out those original movies, I went on to watch the Kelvin timeline movies as at the time into Darkness was on it's way out in 2013, so I thought I may as well check out the 2009 one. Here's the thing I don't think these movies are bad, in fact I find them rather enjoyable, not so much with into Darkness, but the other two are pretty good summer action movies. The characters are, again quite likable, being a reboot of the original series they captured elements of the original characters well, while putting a little twist on them. Captain Kirk was known for being a ladies man in the OG series so now we get to see him actually have THE sex I've heard so much about on the big screen, when I first saw this my eyes bugged out of my head in a cartoon like style, that's for sure.

Into darkness unfortunately has the issue with remaking an all time classic so it was going to suffer as a result, I don't think Cumberbatch captured the more spite filled performance of Ricardo Montalbán's take on the character of Khan and it reeked of "You know this right? Remember this?" That being said the other two films I do enjoy, they are more action packed than your average Star Trek and are filled with Lens flare for some reason, but I would check them out if I were you, they're enjoyable romps, but if you don't like them you didn't hear it from me.

The Next Generation is as good as your mother says it is.

When I said the Kelvin Timeline movies were my next introduction to the series, I meant it. I didn't touch a Star Trek series at all until the year of 2016, after I had saw Beyond in cinema. I felt like it was time to check it out, if I enjoyed the movies, surely, I could enjoy the series that they spawned from, right? Well to say that the Next Generation is a good series would be understatement of the century. The next generation really is something special, its characters are fantastic, the episodes tell some of the best stories you will ever see on the silver screen and it has some of the best writing I have had the pleasure of seeing.

The characters are so diverse and are more interesting than the OG series, which I already enjoyed from the movies. Captain Jean-Luc Picard (played excellently by Patrick Stewart) is the best captain in the series, not only do most the best episodes revolve around him, but it's his ideals that make him one of the more interesting characters in the series. Picard tends to follow orders from Star Fleet and for the most part even if it may seem like a bad thing to do at the time, Picard will follow orders, quite unlike a Kirk, that broke the rules all the time. It's this element of Picard that makes him really fascinating to watch, a by the books captain was the best way to go for a series like this, most the time Picard will not resort to violence and will choose to talk his way out of a situation instead. He's stern but also fair and seeing his interests in the performing arts and literature just adds more to this already interesting character.

The rest of the supporting cast are great too. Data, an android with no emotions but wishes to understand them is another great character rivalling Picard in popularity, watching him be put in situation that revolve around his lack of emotions and if he counts as a lifeform makes for some of the best stories in the next generation. First officer Riker, is also another great character to watch, he's everything you want from a first officer, he's more fair than Picard most the time but he can be quite stern too when he needs to be and a lot of great episodes revolve around what he decides to do when Picard isn't there to give him orders. The final character in this series I want to touch on is Worf, the security officer who is also a Klingon who was raised by humans. This added an element of an outsider on the crew to the series, there are many episodes where he has to deal with his culture as a Klingon vs his place on Star Fleet, this really was progressive writing for the time it came out.

I will go over some of the episodes in the show that really show off how fantastic this series really is.

The Measure of a Man (season 2): One of the, if not the most famous episode of the show. Data's identity as a lifeform comes into question when a scientist wants to take him apart. A hearing is ordered, with Picard defending that Data is indeed a lifeform. This is the episode that won me over on the series and showed me that The Next Generation was truly something special.

Yesterday's Enterprise (season 3): A fantastic episode, where the Enterprise gets caught in a different timeline where they are at constant war with the Klingons. Shows that Star Trek could tell these alternate reality stories extremely well.

The Best of Both Worlds and Family (season 3 and 4): The Borg show off how deadly they are by taking Picard and turning him into one. One of the greatest cliff-hangers is the history of television, please watch this. Family shows the aftermath of the situation and shows an emotionally weakened Picard.

Clues (season 4): A fun episode where the crew of the Enterprise wake up after blacking out for what they think is a small period but actually turns out to be longer than expected, this turns into a mystery to find out what's going on as one of the crew might be holding back some information from the others.

The Drumhead (season 4): One of the best episodes in the series for how it, for lack of a better term tackles racism. Picard has to defend a member of his crew who is Romulan, which is an enemy of the Federation. "Have we become so… fearful, have we become so cowardly… that we must extinguish a man? Because he carries the blood of a current enemy?"

I Borg (season 5): A Borg is taken aboard the enterprise with the intention of infecting the rest of the collective, but the longer the Borg stays on the enterprise, the more of its humanity it gets back. Picard has to decide whether it's right to kill this Borg or if it has the right to live like everyone else.

The Inner Light (season 5): Picard lives out an entire lifetime of someone he does not recognise, he grows close to the family of the person he is living out the life of and it becomes a rather emotional and sad tale. Don't miss this one.

Chain of Command (season 6): Patrick Stewart shows off some of his best acting, when he is taken away and tortured. This shows the psychological torture Picard has to endure and the final few minutes of the episodes are as chilling as they are brilliant.

Tapestry (season 6): Picard has a chance to redo his life after his artificial heart gives out and Q offers him to go back in time so that he never needed an artificial heart at all. Great episode that shows us not to regret our actions but instead learn from them and better ourselves.

All Good Things… (season 7): A fantastic finale that brings the series full circle with the very first episode in the series, where we get to see 3 different versions of these characters from different time periods. Excellent finale.

To wrap up what I have to say on The Next Generation, it really is a fantastic series and they don't make them like this anymore. Sci-Fi has lost a lot of the intelligent writing that went along with it, nowadays the genre needs to have action and explosions in it to appeal to a mainstream audience. No one wants to see an episode that questions what we consider a lifeform or an intelligent discussion on if we should follow orders all the time even if it's not always the right thing to do. Why watch that when we can see starships blowing up. Hahaha, I love space pew pew pew shoot the lasers KA-BOOM HAHA IS THIS SCI-FI YET? IS THIS THE GENRE YOU ALL LOVE SO MUCH? IS THIS SCI-FI YET?

Originally written by Mr_Turnabout on 20 February 2020 over on the old Dreary Middle website

This was the only article we ever published so we thought it would be nice to preserve it as a reminder of what once was, so enjoy!

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A Brief Rating of King Crimson’s Studio Discography

because i just finished their discography and had no viable place to dispose of my thoughts. i also will not be getting into all the lineup changes because that would take twelve years to talk about.

1969: In the Court of the Crimson King

well, its a classic for a reason. this record practically invented the genre of progressive rock in 1969 and somehow still manages to sound fresh over fifty years later. the combination of traditional rock instrumentation with compositional elements from western classical and the free improvisation of jazz makes for an innovative sound often approached but never replicated by other bands. the guitar is played with a supernatural level of skill, which, alongside the adoption of the mellotron synthesizer and numerous woodwind instruments, makes this one of the most unique-sounding rock albums of all time. all the way from the proto-heavy metal opener “21st Century Schizoid Man” to the apocalyptic closer “The Court of the Crimson King,” this album is an essential experience. it would be nearly impossible for me to present an original thought on this record, so my best advice is to just give it a listen for yourself and see what all the hype is about.

Highlights: “21st Century Schizoid Man,” ‘”Epitaph,” “The Court of the Crimson King.”

1970: In the Wake of Poseidon

faced with the daunting task of following up their genre defining debut, King Crimson made the bold decision to make In the Court 2. In the Wake of Poseidon attempts to replicate the success of their first record by replicating its sound and structure nearly verbatim. this makes the middle of the record a little boring in my opinion, as most tracks just end up being “(song from In the Court) but worse.” as such, i find that the greatest highlights on this record come when King Crimson breaks with the first one’s formula. the greatest departure comes in the penultimate track “The Devil’s Triangle,” which is an arrangement of Gustav Holst’s “Mars: The Bringer of War,” which i think is one of the band’s best tracks in general. in conclusion, In the Wake is not essential, but worth a listen for any In the Court fan who wants to hear a version of that record from an alternate dimension.

Highlights: “Pictures of a City,” “Cat Food,” “The Devil’s Triangle.”

1970: Lizard

fun fact: the laughter at the end of the second track, titled “Indoor Games,” was not an intentional part of the composition; the vocalist just thought the song was so shit that he couldn’t help but laugh. and, uh, yeah. this isn’t one of their best. of every King Crimson album, Lizard is the one that sounds the most like the generic conception of 70s progressive rock. this would be fine from literally any other band, but this is King Motherfucking Crimson we’re talking about here, so it ends up being a little disappointing. they even did that thing that every prog band did in the early 70s and included a massive musical suite that took up the second half of the record. the 23 minute closer, which also happens to be the title track, leans hard into the band’s jazz influences. it is easily the best part of the record, as almost every other track on here is pretty forgettable (except for “Cirkus,” which is great). in conclusion, Lizard is not King Crimson’s best, but even King Crimson’s worst is probably someone else's best.

Highlights: “Cirkus,” “Lizard.”

1971: Islands

Islands leans even harder into King Crimson’s classical and jazz influences, as the electric guitar frequently takes a backseat to the acoustic guitar, the string orchestra, and the woodwind section. indeed, this record has more soft moments than you would expect from a King Crimson project at the time, as most of the run time is replete with down-tempo orchestral pieces, such as the 10 minute opener “Formentera Lady.” even tracks that heavily feature electric guitar and and mellotron tend to be on the slower side, giving a more relaxed feel to the album overall, which sharply contrasts the typical anxiety of early King Crimson records. the main attraction of this album, however, is the 12 minute closer and title track, “Islands.” this track makes full use of the orchestra at the band’s disposal as the song slowly delivers solo after solo with various instruments. this piece, along with its prelude “Song of the Gulls” make up a gorgeous suite which closes the album, makes it my personal favorite King Crimson song. overall, Islands is a severely overlooked album in King Crimson’s catalog, and worth listening to for its closer alone.

Highlights: “Formentera Lady,” “The Letters,” “Islands.”

1973: Larks’ Tongues in Aspic

King Crimson has officially entered their “Oops! All Bangers” period. Lark’s Tongues in Aspic strips away the jazz and western classical influence of the last four records and moves into an entirely novel direction. the band’s experimentation comes to the fore on this album, as traditional orchestral instruments are replaced the wild sounds of whistles, kalimbas and wobbling sheet metal (and a single violin for good measure). like any good King Crimson album, it makes use of prodigal guitar playing to evoke movement and progression. indeed, Larks’ is progressive in the true sense of the word; this was and continues to be a brand new sound for rock music. the album is book-ended on each side by two parts of a titular suite, which are the prime examples of this new experimental sound; the thrashing guitars and bizarre percussive sounds come together in a chaotic fashion to open and close the album in the most energetic fashion possible. the middle of the album is much more relaxed, delivering the nostalgic ballad “Exiles” and the sleazy jam “Easy Money,” among others. this is an essential King Crimson album, and is worth a listen for any fan of the genre of progressive rock.

Highlights: “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Pt. I,” “Easy Money,” “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Pt. II.”

1974: Starless and Bible Black

how do you follow up on a stellar album like Larks’? well, if you’re King Crimson, you make another banger. Starless and Bible Black forgoes a lot of the chaotic percussion of the previous album and instead leans on instrumental improvisation. indeed, most of the record is made up of edited live recordings from tours. as a result, this album ends up feeling much more spontaneous than the rest of King Crimson’s catalog. the first two tracks, including the heavy-hitting opener “The Great Deceiver,” are the only two recorded fully in a studio, yet despite this, they set the stage appropriately for the ensuing 38 minutes of instrumental wizardry. of note is the closer, “Fracture,” an 11 minute guitar tour de force, created for the expressed purpose of allowing the guitarist to challenge himself. Starless and Bible Black sets itself apart from the rest King Crimson’s discography with its spontaneity, providing a near-concert experience and proving worthy of following up a masterpiece like Larks’ Tongues in Aspic.

Highlights: “The Great Deceiver,” “The Night Watch,” “Fracture.”

1974: Red

how do you follow two stellar albums like Larks’ and Starless and Bible Black? well, if you’re King Crimson, you make your magnum opus, of course. like the rest of King Crimson’s best records, Red’s quality defies description, though i will make my best effort. this is the heaviest and most melancholy the band has sounded up to this point, and this instrumental heft gives the music an even greater sonic depth than the previous two records. Red also sees the return of the orchestral instrumentation of earlier records, which adds to the melancholic sound of the record. opener and title track “Red” thrusts the listener into this new sound head first, and despite almost 50 years of musical development since its release, this track still manages to feel fresh. this is true of every song on the record, all the way to the stunning 12 minute closer “Starless,” which mirrors the mournful, almost apocalyptic sound of In the Court’s closer, making for a fitting conclusion to this period of King Crimson’s discography. in conclusion, if you’re going to only listen to two King Crimson records, make this your second stop after In the Court of the Crimson King.

Highlights: “Fallen Angel,” “One More Red Nightmare,” “Starless.”

1981: Discipline

70s King Crimson and 80s King Crimson are not the same band. 70s prog rock King Crimson only begins to exist again in 1995; 80s King Crimson is a new wave band, and they kick ass like the last one did. in Discipline, the new King Crimson tackles the sound of the early 80s, and in doing so create a sound that is timeless. with the exception of opener “Elephant Talk,” which is clear Talking Heads worship, this project presents a unique take on the new wave genre using their typical instrumental complexity and jazz influence. from the neurotic jam “Indiscipline” to the eight minute instrumental piece “The Sheltering Sky,” Discipline covers a wide range of sounds and tones that make for a fresh experience with every listen. this record is a perfect showcase of the new sound of King Crimson, and is, in my opinion, one of the best new wave records ever made.

Highlights: “Elephant Talk,” “Matte Kudasai,” “Indiscipline.”

1982: Beat

for their next record, King Crimson would lean into the sound of commercial new wave. if this sounds too normal for King Crimson, good news: its also a concept album about the Beat Generation subculture and its literary tradition. though i cant tell you anything about that that you cant read off of wikipedia, i can tell you that King Crimson’s Beat is pretty damn good. the more traditional new wave sound can make the record sound dated at times, though in my opinion, this only adds to the character of the record. however, every so often you’ll come across something truly wild in the track list that you may have expected from this band, like the incredibly anxious “Neurotica” or the improvisational closer “Requiem.” all in all, though it is weaker than its predecessor, Beat is still an excellent new wave record and worth a listen if you like Discipline or the new wave genre in general.

Highlights: “Heartbeat,” “Neurotica,” “The Howler.”

1984: Three of a Perfect Pair

as the name may imply, Three of a Perfect Pair is the third and final of King Crimson’s new wave records. for the first half of the album, the band draws from the same well as Beat, resulting in some of the most radio-friendly King Crimson songs, which i do not mean as an insult. the infectious chorus of “Man With An Open Heart” and the driving beat of the title track are two of my favorite moments on the record. about halfway through the album, however, the band remembers that they are, in fact, King Motherfucking Crimson, and decide to get industrial on the back half of the record. this part of Three of a Perfect Pair is much more reminiscent of the King Crimson of decades past. the experimentation and instrumental heft of the mid 70s comes back to create a unique sound for the band, capped off by “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic, Pt. III,” a new entry to the suite after 11 years. all in all, Three of a Perfect Pair is a vastly underrated entry in King Crimson’s catalog, and is worth a listen if only to hear a glimpse of the sound the band would adopt in the 90s and 2000s.

Highlights: “Three of a Perfect Pair,” “Dig Me,” “Larks’ Tongue in Aspic, Pt. III.”

1995: THRAK

eleven years after Three of a Perfect Pair, King Crimson would reunite once more, release one album, and vanish for another five years. luckily, that album was THRAK. this particular incarnation of the band consisted of two guitarists, two bassists, and two drummers, a so-called “double trio.” as a result, the heavier tracks on this record sound like two bands playing at each other on either side of your head, and this, in my professional opinion, kicks a substantial amount of ass. the intensity of this configuration, particularly in instrumental pieces like the “VROOOM” suite or the title track, creates the feeling of floating in a vortex of sound. there are also more conventional King Crimson songs, such as the mellotron-heavy “Dinosaur” or the more mellow cuts “Walking On Air” and “One Time.” in conclusion, THRAK is late period King Crimson’s masterpiece and is, in my opinion, another one of their most overlooked projects.

Highlights: “Dinosaur,” “THRAK,” “Sex Sleep Eat Drink Dream.”

2000: The ConstruKction of Light

hey, remember in the Lizard review when i said that King Crimson’s worst is probably someone else’s best? fun fact: no. The ConstruKction of Light is hard to comprehend, especially coming from a band with a pedigree like King Crimson. the electric drums make the whole record sound shallow, and though the usual guitar wizardry in present, it feels like no one ever stopped to ask if they should do it before they did. the complexity isn’t backed by any substance, making the whole affair feel pointless; even this record’s entry in the “Larks’ Tongues in Aspic” suite feels toothless and hollow. and then somewhere around the end you have to endure “The World’s My Oyster Soup Kitchen Floor Wax Museum,” which is the worst song in King Crimson’s discography and i will not be taking criticism on this front. this record’s greatest achievement is setting up an interesting new sound that (spoiler alert) the band will improve upon in their next project. if you want to listen to this one, try to track down the 2019 remaster The ReconstruKction of Light, which replaces the drum machine with acoustic drums and remixes it accordingly, creating a much fuller sound. it’s still not good.

Highlights: “The ConstrucKction of Light,” “FraKctured.”

2003: The Power To Believe

this album was recorded after King Crimson finished touring with Tool, and the discerning listener may be able to tell. The Power To Believe takes the industrial metal sound heard occasionally in the previous record and brings them to the fore, resulting in one of the band’s heaviest record to date. the drum machine is used to great effect in this album, acting as a separate instrument from the acoustic drum rather than replacing it. the dissonant guitar work from ConstruKction also serves the band well in an industrial metal setting. indeed, all of the unique elements from the previous record are improved upon or reinforced in this album. a necessary addition to this formula is the occasional down-tempo introspective track, which gives the listener time to recover from the pummeling sound of the previous tracks. overall, The Power to Believe is a redeeming take on the style that The ConstruKction of Light fails to live up to, and serves as a unique final chapter in King Crimson’s discography.

Highlights: “Level V,” “Eyes Wide Open,” “The Power To Believe (Pt. III.)”

In Conclusion

King Crimson? pretty good i think. listen to In the Court of the Crimson King if you haven’t. if you have, listen to Red. if you’ve listened to both, try either Larks’ Tongues in Aspic or Discipline or whatever, i’m not your dad. here’s a playlist with all the highlights if you want that for some reason (but you really should listen to them all in their original albums first.) working on one of these for Ween as well, should be out eventually. so yeah. have a good one.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3bCaR4faUgqDq6Oigmb5yU?si=5caef942aadb470a

#king crimson #music

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searidings · 3 years

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this is what happens when @ekingston and i get our hands on the prompt “that's my wife!” and agree that she'll draw my idea for it and i'll write hers (aka hearing kara call it out as she watches lena being wheeled down a hospital corridor)

“Excuse me, you can't go through there!”

Kara growls. The woman blocking her path is short and gently rounded, the kind lines of her face drooping in disapproval above her nurse's scrubs. “No visitor access beyond this point, dear. Immediate family only.”

“Immediate— you're joking, right?” Kara cranes her head, peering through the closing doors to catch a last glimpse of Lena's gurney as it rounds the corner at the end of the hall. “That's my wife!”

The nurse gapes at her. “Your—?”

Kara growls again, louder. It's a good thing she'd blown out her powers twenty minutes ago, or she would not be held responsible for the Kryptonian-shaped hole in NC Memorial Hospital's expensive surgery doors. “Yes, my wi—”

Her snarl is cut off by a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth from behind. Kara's first instinct is to bite it. She resists, narrowly, as the familiar scent of shea butter moisturiser registers in her adrenaline-fogged brain.

“You sure about that?” Alex squeaks around a nervous laugh, voice pitched a half-octave too high. She removes her hand from Kara's mouth, wiping her damp palm on her pants with a wrinkled nose. “Get hit on the head during that fight, did you?”

Kara whirls on her sister, eyes blazing. “Am I sure?” she parrots incredulously. Alex cowers a little beneath the force of her stare. “Unless you're trying to tell me I hallucinated my entire wedding—”

“Supergirl isn't married,” Alex stage-whispers loud enough to be heard in Florida, glancing pointedly down at Kara's ash-caked body and oh yeah, she's still wearing her supersuit.

Right, right.

The nurse – Rosemary, her badge reads – finally picks her jaw up off the floor long enough to speak. Her eyes are wide, sparkling with sudden glee. “So Lena Luthor and Su—”

Kara's hackles rise at the suggestion in her tone. “Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers are happily married,” she interrupts sternly. “You might have seen the wedding photos in last month's Vogue.”

The nurse smirks. At her elbow, Alex drops her head into her hands.

“Kara Danvers, hm? Amazing what a pair of glasses do for you, dear.” Rosemary's brow quirks with impish satisfaction and, oh. Whoops. It would appear that in her haste to quash any potential rumours of Lena's infidelity behind the back of her very recent, very publicly human wife, she'd forgotten about the other delicate matter at hand.

Alex sighs so long and so heavy Kara legitimately marvels that she doesn't pass out from the strain. “I knew keeping a spare NDA in my back pocket would pay off,” her sister groans, thrusting an official-looking, if crumpled, contract beneath the nurse's nose.

“Sorry,” Kara murmurs sheepishly as Rosemary signs away page after page of her right to ever disclose Supergirl's identity in any capacity. “I wasn't thinking, I can't— Alex, it's Lena.”

“I know, I know,” her sister soothes, frustration dissipating as she reaches out to pull Kara into her side, ignoring the soot and grit that smear across her jacket at the contact. “She's gonna be okay.”

“But what if she's not?” Kara asks and the sobs arrive then, the last remnants of the fight or flight response that had propelled her this far dissipating beneath the weight of her terror. “She stepped right in front of that bullet, Alex! Of all the stupid, reckless—”

“If I recall, she was pushing you back after you shoved her out of the way in the first place,” Alex hums thoughtfully. Kara's tear-filled eyes snap to her face, incredulous, and her sister grimaces. “Right, right. Not the time.”

“She has to be okay,” she gasps, clutching hard at her sister's jacket as her knees threaten to give out beneath her. “She has to, I can't— I feel like I can't breathe. Like my heart's been ripped out.”

Alex clicks her tongue in sympathy, wrapping a firm arm round Kara's waist and guiding her to a nearby row of chairs. Rosemary deposits the signed NDA wordlessly on the hard plastic beside them, reaching into her scrubs to produce a pack of tissues.

Alex accepts, extracting one to dab at Kara's snotty, tear-stained face with her free hand. “Welcome to married life, kid,” she chuckles, pressing a kiss to Kara's matted hair. “It can be a real bitch.”

It's a long night.

It's a long night, a night of anxious waiting and barely-restrained nausea and vending machine coffee so bad even Nia won't drink it. Her family, their family, crowd the waiting room, dozing across the rows of seats as the hours drag on and on.

Alex tries her best, at varying intervals, to force her back to the Tower for a stint under the sun lamps. Every time without fail, Kara sets her jaw, then sets her feet in the middle of the surgical wing waiting room and refuses to budge.

This leads to several arguments, and a lot of impassioned shoving.

“What if she needs me?” Kara laments tearily, pout activated and puppy dog eyes firmly in place. Alex, mid-football tackle with her arms and right shoulder braced against Kara's torso as she attempts to use her entire bodyweight to force her sister toward the exit, only grunts with exertion. Behind them, J’onn dozes in the corner. Brainy and Kelly and Nia continue their conversation without batting an eyelid.

“No, scratch that, she does need me,” Kara corrects, unaffected by her sister's NFL-worthy body slam. “She's been shot. I'm not going anywhere.”

Alex, perhaps finally sensing defeat after her fourth unsuccessful attempt, gives one final shove with all her strength. Kara doesn't so much as wobble, and her sister releases her with a huff. “Fine. But for the love of God, change your clothes before you start shouting about your wife again,” she pants, red-faced and sweating as she collapses into a nearby chair. “That was my last NDA.”

That's a compromise she can make. Kara accepts the bundle of clothes Nia presents her with, stripping out of her dirt-caked suit and re-donning her glasses. Thankfully, the only person around to witness Kara entering the bathroom as a superhero and re-emerging as a Catco reporter is Rosemary.

The updates on Lena's condition are sporadic at best. By the time the first surgeon emerges to say the bullet has been removed from Lena's chest cavity Kara's accidentally cracked three plastic chairs, advanced all the way to Lollipop Land on Alex's Candy Crush, and worn a groove into the waiting room linoleum with her nervous pacing.

When another doctor emerges three hours later to tell them Lena had developed a tension pneumothorax and needs additional treatment, Kara's made it to Rainbow Reef and chewed her bottom lip bloody.

When, at five in the morning, yet another doctor appears to inform them that Lena is being placed on anti-radiation medication to counter the Kryptonite that had coated the bullet, Kara's finished all nine thousand nine hundred and thirty-five levels of the damn game. The doctor leaves, promising to be back with more news soon, and Kara squeezes her sister's hand so hard poor Nurse Rosemary has to be called to administer an ice pack for the bruising, solar flare be damned.

Dawn breaks to find Kara scratchy-eyed and grumpy, worn ragged with worry. The waiting room begins to fill up around them, new patients and their relatives coming and going, and still there's nothing new on Lena. Every time another scrub-clad surgeon pushes through the doors Kara's heart skips a beat, all of them sitting up straighter in their seats, but every time the doctor passes them by.

Kara's just wolfed down six cold breakfast sandwiches procured by Brainy on his sojourn to the hospital cafeteria and is debating the relative merits of starting Candy Crush over from scratch when another young doctor appears. Her scrub cap has avocados on it. Kara likes her already.

“Family of Ms Luthor?” she calls, looking around, and Kara pushes up hard from her chair to the resounding snap of cracking plastic. Whoops.

“It's Luthor-Danvers,” she gabbles as she bounds over to the surgeon, palms sweating. No matter how many times she hears it, it never loses its thrill. “I'm, I'm her wife.”

The young doctor's features soften. “Of course. I've come to let you know that it looks like Ms Luthor-Danvers is out of the woods. She's sedated and still on an anti-radiation drip, but she's through the worst of it.” She appraises Kara, gaze lingering on her chewed-raw lips and clenching fingers, then leans closer conspiratorially. “It's not general visiting hours yet, but you can see her, if you'd like.”

“Yes!” Kara's shouting almost before the surgeon has finished speaking. “Yes, please, yes.”

She hugs them all, Alex and Brainy and Nia and Kelly and J’onn, and leaves them in the waiting room as she follows the doctor's sunshine-yellow crocs down the hall.

They round corner after corner, an interminable maze. Powerless as she is, she can't hear Lena’s heartbeat, and the absence of the steady beat that has become the soundtrack to her existence sets her even more on edge.

But at last they turn a corner, and there she is. She's pale and bandaged and her eyes are closed, creamy skin streaked with dirt and bruises, but she's there, she's alive, she's Lena.

The surgeon holds the door open for her with a smile and Kara's across the room in a heartbeat, smoothing a hand over Lena's warm cheek and pressing kiss after kiss to her forehead and hair.

“I love you, I love you,” she whisper-cries against Lena's temple, tucking her matted curls behind her ears. The smell of blood and dirt and antiseptic is almost overwhelming, but beneath the dust and debris caught up in her hair Lena's scalp smells the same as always. Kara presses her face to the crown of her head and inhales deeply, soaking it in.

“Why'd you have to be so damn brave?” she whispers, nuzzling her cheek against silky softness. “I love you so much. Please don't step in front of any more bullets. Please learn to be a coward, occasionally.”

The singular relief of having Lena living and breathing and in her arms again is so complete, so compounded by the fear and the adrenaline and the sleepless night and the solar flare, that she feels suddenly that she may crumple to the ground from the force of it all.

Unwilling to relinquish her hold for even a second she appraises the bandages covering Lena's right side, then crawls onto the hospital bed on her left, careful to avoid her many wires and monitors. She tucks herself in beside her on the wide mattress, chin hooked over Lena's shoulder and face pressed to the side of her neck, and lets the tears that haven't really stopped falling since that bullet had left its chamber fall for just a little longer.

Nothing matters outside of the two of them, outside of the warmth of Lena's body and the softness of her skin beneath Kara's lips and the steady thud of her heart beneath Kara's palm. Nothing else in the world exists, so when an unfamiliar male voice sounds from the doorway it takes her a moment to register the intrusion.

“Excuse me, ma’am, you really can't be on the bed with her,” the strange, disembodied voice calls from behind her and Kara frowns tiredly, unable and unwilling to acknowledge anything outside of the woman in her arms.

But before she's even managed to raise her head another voice sounds, the soft tones of a young surgeon in an avocado scrub cap.

“Oh, honestly, Peter,” the kindly doctor says with gentle reproach, a quiet calm washing over the room as the door is pulled closed and she and Lena are left alone. “Leave them be. That's her wife.”

#check out easter's incredible art! as usual she absolutely nailed it #in my humble opinion you can simply never have too many 'that's my wife!' concepts in the world #it just never gets old #ridings writes #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

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kageyuji · 4 years

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shortening his name except he thinks you called him another guy’s name

⤷ oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, suna, mattsun ; [gn!reader]

GENRE/WARNINGS: comfort(?), angst if you squint hard enough, mild swearing

NOTES: i will literally offer my hand in marriage if you reblog. and thank you to @/sugawaaras for giving me the idea for mattsun’s <33

━━ OIKAWA

even though he tried to be confident, in reality, his self confidence sat on a throne built from things he told himself in the mirror and compliments he never believed

so its not a surprise that his first reaction just... isn’t one. he’ll stop and replay it over and over again in his head to make sure he’d heard you correctly

and then his heart breaks — it actually hurts him, makes him feel like he can’t breath, and before he even knows it theres tears in his eyes

of course, he knows you’re never supposed to let the reason you’re crying see you crying

so he attempts to act like he’s more annoyed than that he just had his heart just obliterated

it’s not a secret though. through the pain in his eyes, anyone can see the shattered remnants of what was once his heart

“ru, can you grab my phone for me?” you called to your boyfriend from the couch, remembering that you’d left your phone in the other room.

it was quiet for a moment; not long enough for you to ask if he was okay, but long enough that the silence was odd. you heard heavy footfalls again, then saw oikawa standing just inside the room with a clear look of betrayal on his face.

“what?” you asked him, wondering if he was kidding around. you hadn’t done anything, there was no reason why he’d actually be upset with you.

as he stepped closer to you, you could see the tears whelling up in his eyes, and you were left to wonder what was wrong.

“what’s wrong? tooru, hey, are you ok?” your voice was much softer when you spoke this time. your heart dropped when you saw him step back at your step forward.

“so now you can call me by my name?” you think his voice was meant to be low and hostile, but in his struggle not to cry it came out strangled and cracked.

“what did... do you mean ‘ru?”

“yes! who the hell is that? if you wanted to-“

“no no, babe, your name is tooru. the last syllable of your name is ru. it’s just a shortening of your name, not someone else’s.”

you watched his lips form a smile and he let out something like a laugh, seemingly at his own confusion, and then the tears finally fell.

he’d walked into your arms soon after, with his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck

“sorry... sorry for not trust- trusting you, i just-” his sentence was cut through with sharp breaths and hiccups, and then finally stopped with your own voice.

“it’s alright, i didn’t mean to scare you. we can cuddle if you want, hm?”

he was already struggling to keep himself from fully breaking down. but when one of your hands came up to pet his hair, a whine left him — you think it was supposed to be an ‘mhm’ to your offer — and his hands gripped tightly at your shirt, his arms around you getting tighter.

━━ BOKUTO

he doesn’t miss a beat, immediately looking up at you to wonder if he’d heard you correctly

it’s just a small spike of anxiety at first, but the more he lets the foreign name resonate with him, the more it makes him worry

he has to build up the courage to ask you who the other guy is, because he can’t do it right away, he’s way too nervous

he looks so sad as well, puppy dog eyes looking at you, seemingly just slightly worried

unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding in is chest and with each passing second, it runs the risk of shattering

“‘taro!” your voice was a giggle as he left little kisses all over you. they weren’t nearly enough to leave hickeys, just little pecks across your face, your neck, your chest.

as soon as the name left your lips though, he stopped, golden eyes snapping up to look at you with a pain you’d never seen in them before.

you could tell he was definitely upset about something, but you had no idea what it could be. hell, the way he looked at you, it was almost as though you were the reason.

of course, you were unaware that bokuto’s first thoughts went to rintaro, middle blocker from the famed inarizaki. suddenly he was thinking of every time you’d ever spoken about the team, said how many fan girls they had, how many games they’d won.

he wanted to say something. he really wanted to ask what you’d meant. but the words seemed caught in his throat.

it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it though, and he pushed the words out, despite the alarms going off in his head and his heart immediately jumping to his throat.

“who is ‘taro?” you didnt think you’d ever heard him sound so small. so timid, so close to his voice cracking with the tears he was holding back, so... scared.

“you? who else? i can call you kou if you’d prefer that though. you don’t have to look so upset.”

bokuto smiled then, relaxing the weight on his arms enough so he was on top of you. he supported himself enough not to crush you, but there was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than to be held by you.

━━ ATSUMU

he liked to consider himself a tough guy. he liked to.

but there were times whenever his support fell, leaving his world to crumble in his hands, slipping through his fingers no matter how hard he tried to hold it all together

and when thought he heard a guy’s name that isn’t his own come from you, it felt just like one of those times

he was asking what you’d meant before his mind could even properly register your words

and by that point he didn’t care enough to replay the name in his head, his mind already caught up looking for the things he’d done wrong, the things he hadn’t done.

“oh, ‘umi, if you want to we can go to th-”

“what the hell?”

it surprised you how much venom laced his words, despite the fact that you’d done nothing wrong. the thought that he was being sarcastic or joking with you crossed your mind, but atsumu wasn’t exactly the best actor.

he couldn’t fake the look on his face, couldn’t fake how his heart had seemingly stopped just from the look in his eyes.

“what do you mean?” your voice was soft when you spoke now, no longer so nonchalant.

he lips pressed into a thin line and he set his jaw in frustration. it took him taking a deep breath to finally say, “you called me ‘omi.’ if you like-”

“tsumu.”

“no, i heard you, you called me omi. if- if theres...” he never finished his sentence. there was already a lump in his throat and he knew that if he were to say anything more, he’d cry.

“no, no. i called you umi. like your name just a little bit different.”

his face was drawn in a look on confusion. his eyes studied you, trying to look for any sign of you lying. but he trusted you, of course he trusted you.

he came over to hug you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. you heard him sniff, but you knew he’d deny crying if you asked him.

“i love you,” his voice made him sound so small, it was a level of weak and vulnerable you’d not seen from him.

“i love you too.”

━━ SUNA

the words “stay calm” had never been repeated in his head to himself so much

well, it was more like a string of curse words with “stay calm” thrown in occasionally, but he’d never felt so scared

the look on his face is annoyed at first, but it quickly starts to shift into one with a little more worry

he’s terrified, in all honesty. but he’s already told himself he’s not going to let you see that

“taro, can we stop by a corner store on the way home? i need something.”

your voice had been so calm. so why did it feel like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?

he knew you hadn’t meant to. but why you’d even slipped and call him by another name in the first place worried him. it took him only a few seconds for his mind to land on bokuto koutarou.

bokuto koutarou, one of the top aces.

“well fuck you too i guess.” his tone may have been confused with one of anger at first, but you could tell that wasnt it. anger is a secondary emotion, you knew in reality he was hurt.

the only problem is, you didn’t know what. from his words you knew it was something you’d done. but there was nothing that came to mind.

“sorry? what did i do?”

suna hesitated for only a second before asking why you’d called him by another name. he took a deep breath immediately after speaking, your silence only breaking his heart more. as though it wasn’t already destroyed.

but your silence was born from shock and confusion, not being caught like suna had assumed.

“taro. like rintarou. like your name. who else would i be talking about?”

“uhm. koutarou? i don’t know, forget about it.” he’d never felt like a bigger jackass before; he never swore at you.

you smiled a little at his words and walked over to hug him. he hummed at that and pressed a small kiss to your temple, then buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“i didn’t mean to-”

“it’s ok, rin.”

━━ MATTSUN

he had to stop for a moment to let it sink in before he could react

after that there were too many emotions rushing through him to do anything for another few moments

in fact, his silence coupled with the distant, betrayed look on his face was somewhat unsettling

it takes him longer than he would like to question you, but it’s because he’s already preparing to collect his shattered heart after one of his worst fears becomes true

“why are you here?” mattsun heard iwaizumi’s voice and he smiled a little to himself, knowing that he must have been talking to you.

he’d been waiting for you all day, it seemed like forever since he’d last seen you. the only thing he wanted right now was to hold you.

“oh, i’m here to see ‘kawa!” you said happily. mattsun could hear the smile in your voice without even seeing you.

you were here for oikawa. of course you were here for starboy oikawa tooru, of course your boyfriend was just a stepping stone.

he was still frozen when you rounded the corner. the look on his face was concerning, you couldn’t remember the last time — if there ever was one — he’d looked absolutely terrified, the last time he looked so hurt.

“mattsun... are you ok?”

he didn’t answer you. it took him a few moments before he could finally speak, and even then his voice was different than it usually was. it was... pained? betrayed? whatever it was, you knew it wasn’t mattsun.

“did you really come here just to see oikawa? what happened to me being your boyfriend?”

it took you a few moments to try and understand what he was talking about. you’d never said that. hell, you always came for mattsun, not once had you ever spared oikawa a thought.

“no, babe. i said ‘kawa’, as in matsukawa.”

he seemed to melt at your words. that expression disappeared from his face, his body untensing. he moved to pull you into his arms, holding you close to himself with a desperation he’d not had before.

him thumb rubbed soothing circles on your back. you could tell he wanted to say something. but then he stopped right before the words left him, instead opting to make a joke to lift the mood.

“good, i was about to kick oikawa’s ass.”

“...we were having a moment.”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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The Hotel

John Wick x Reader

Masterlists

Playlist Series Masterlist Chapter Summary: John is warned about defying orders, but when his dinner date with Y/n takes a steamy turn, there's little to regret. Warnings- mentions of SMUT, supernatural undertones. TRANSLATIONS LISTED AT THE BOTTOM

“I’m going to invite her to dinner,” John declared, standing from his desk, reaching for the jacket he’d draped on the back of his chair.

“Quid? Tu stultus?”

Ignoring the menacing voice, John shook his head, hooking the collar of his suit coat in his pointer and middle fingers before slinging it over his back. Holding his tongue, he headed out of his office, trying to quickly plan out the rest of his evening. The decision to invite Y/n to dinner was an impromptu one, he’d wasted too much time that afternoon looking at that picture and thinking of more innocent ways to spend time with her- ways that wouldn’t constitute him breaking the rules. But he’d had enough, he’d waited too long, put in too much effort into getting her there, he deserved a little freedom.

“Jonathon!”

Clearing his throat loudly, he shrugged on his coat, he made a brief pit stop at the front desk, “Caroline,” he barked, still annoyed with her after their earlier interaction, “I want Cassandra to get started on something for dinner.”

Glancing up at him, she stiffened her jaw and squeezed her pencil, “What would you like?” She managed through gritted teeth, “Sir,” it was so rare for Caroline to use any sort of formality when addressing him that John was actually a little surprised- he must have really pissed her off.

“Dinner. Tell her….” He contemplated for a moment, trying to decide on something he’d be able to finish on his own, “Cranberry chicken and the roasted vegetables,” Caroline nodded firmly, and because he was eager to shove her back into her place, he emphasized, “For two.” Without giving her a chance to respond, John turned and stalked off, slipping into the elevator without a backwards glance.

“Tu es ut stupra hoc? Nos non possunt, quia hoc ad iniuriam.” He seethed, “Non est paratus tamen.”

With an exasperated sigh, John checked his watch, and satisfied that it was nearing eight, he answered in English, if only to step on a few more toes, “Relax, she got the flowers, she’s already halfway there.”

The wine, the flowers-two steps down, two more to go.

With a scoff, the voice responded, “That is not the point, she isn't ready yet. You’re going to take a chance, and for what? Sex,” he spat, disgusted.

“Not for the sex!” In the small space, John’s voice bellowed, of course, he’d been lewdly fascinated by Y/n since the moment he’d been given her photograph, but there was more to his attraction. As far as he was concerned, she was perfect for him in the best ways….and the worst ones- she was lonely and had survived more grief than most could. She was selfish and a little vain.

She was beautiful, young and naive; so easy to mold. He liked that about her, it was one of the many things that differentiated her from Caroline- inexperience. “I’m not…..its not just about that,” it sounded more like he was reasoning with himself, but John continued, “It’s-It’s not about just sex, if I’m going to marry her, then I should get to know-”

“You sound like Caroline,” he scoffed, “You know enough. This isn’t some childish game. This is our future and if you’re going to screw-”

“I’m not gonna-” Harshly, he slammed his fist against the metal wall, not paying any mind to the little dent the contact made, “Fuck!” Just then, the doors slid open and as he stepped out into the hallway, he smoothed his hand along the side of his head to neaten his hair a little, “Just shut up.”

“Vos mos quantum me,” he reminded in a fuming, hissed tone.

“I have done nothing but respect you-”

“Until she got here-”

“This isn’t about her,” John stopped abruptly, in the middle of the hallway, and even if he couldn’t see anyone around, he could feel the presence beside him, like a dark cloud threatening to swallow him up. It wasn’t about Y/n- it was about him. John had waited too long, given up too much to not be afforded some leeway. To hell with rules;

He wasn’t Caroline- he was the fucking king.

“This is about me. What I want- what I deserve,” John seethed, approaching room 115 ahead of the corridor and when he was finally at the door, he knocked firmly having to repeat the process once more before he finally heard her footsteps drawing near. John heard the locks shifting and when Y/n finally opened the door, she seemed surprised to see him. Her eyes were red, her face was blotchy, as if she’d been crying and she was dressed in nothing more than a close fitting robe with the hotel’s name inscribed on the left, it was all too obvious that she was wearing nothing beneath it and John bit back his smirk in favor of asking, “Bad time?”

Y/n had been quiet during the elevator ride up, leaving John to pick up the responsibility of striking up conversation. Though, like her, he had also become a victim to sinking into his thoughts; all signs pointed to the wine and the flowers doing what they were supposed to and the possibilities had made for the most excitement he’d felt in a while. Of course, he had it on good authority that it would work, and John always had been completely trusting of his lord. He had never been wrong and he had been certain that Y/n was her- the queen he'd been waiting for.

John, after seeing that first photograph of her, had been happy to oblige. Admittedly, despite being surprised that she was so young, he had been smitten, who wouldn’t be?

She was so much younger that he’d had to lie about his age- though, he supposed that he would have had to anyway.

“How have you been liking it?” John led her out of the elevator, which opened just a few feet away from a set of double doors, with a hand on the small of her back. He enjoyed making a point of touching her, and it was enormously pleasing that she didn’t seem resistant to his advances- if he wasn’t mistaken, and he rarely was, she seemed to welcome them. Figures she liked the attention, she had come to New York chasing a modeling gig- a well planned farce on his part.

For reasons she didn’t seem interested in disclosing, Y/n hesitated and they entered the penthouse. Before he could even see the kitchen, he could smell the inviting fragrance of Cassandra’s cooking; aromatic spices blending with cranberry, fresh herbs and the intoxicating sweetness of The Mirage’s signature wine. “The hotel? Uh, yeah, yeah,” she managed weakly and his stomach turned with worry- had things not been going perfectly as he thought?

“Is something wrong?” They ventured to the kitchen, and on their way, John shed his jacket, rolling his shoulders a little before draping the garment on the back of a dark, navy sofa in the living room.

Y/n shook her head, and he thought she seemed to be receding into her thoughts, “No, no,” it was so easy to tell she was lying; the quiver in her voice, her unenthusiastic responses, “Nothing like that. Its just…I’ve- never mind.”

“You can tell me,” John encouraged, “If you don’t like the room, or if Caroline was rude again, or anything else-”

“It isn’t anything like that,” Y/n dismissed with a gentle wave of her hand before inhaling deeply as they walked through the dining room. Discreetly, he noted that Cassandra had already set the table; a few long, slender candles in silver holders running down the center, a bottle of wine in an ice bucket, crystal glasses and pristine china had all been laid out. “Are you making that?” She questioned with more vigor, actively trying to change the subject.

“Yeah,” as they entered the kitchen, the large space. John was pleased to find that Cassandra was long gone- she’d anticipated his intention without him even having to speak them, or see her directly. If only her sister could be that cooperative. A sauce had been left on the stove on a slow simmer, the glass cover clouded by steam and big droplets gathered on the inside, skewing his view of the contents. The chicken and vegetables were already in the oven and he could smell that they were just about half way done, Cassandra was nothing if not admirably efficient. “Try this,” with fluid movements, he lifted the cover of the silver sauce pan with a fabric holder, stirring the bubbling cranberry sauce with a wooden spoon before taking the same spoon over to where Y/n stood near the counter.

With a huff and small smile, she obliged, bringing her lips to the tip of the spoon. “Oh my God,” she breathed excitedly, “That is amazing!” He grinned, “I can’t believe you made this, you must have been a chef in another life,” she joked lightly.

Another life; if he had one of those, it might have been over a hundred years ago. Hell, being her age felt like it could have been another life. Uncomfortably, John laughed, dismissing her joke, “Secret’s in the herbs. So, um,” he searched for a way to get his questioning back on track, “How was your day?” He cleared his throat, “Did you….hang out in the city or anything?”

Y/n knitted her brows and he suspected that his question may have been a tad too peculiar, “No, it was raining,” she chuckled and cast her head down, “Actually, it kind of feels like the day completely got away from me.”

Intrigued, John turned off the burner and set the spoon down, “What do you mean?” He encouraged nonchalantly.

She sucked in a nervous breath and he anticipated her explanation, “You’re gonna think this is insane,” Y/n laughed but the sound was empty, “It’s like…..I woke, and the time just kept….” She shook her shoulders, “It kept….”

“Jumping ahead?”

“Yes!” She agreed with haste, “Its like, I woke up at eight, went down stairs and suddenly its two in the afternoon. The elevator ride took like an hour…..by the time I was finished showering, it was eight pm. I don’t even think I had lunch….or drank water,” he could tell she was leaving something out, and he suspected it had something to do with her earlier question about the roses- which he’d lied about. They did change color, but only under very specific circumstances. “That’s crazy, right?”

John suspected that she was looking for reassurance, a little something that told her she wasn’t completely insane, but he didn’t give it. The more more oblivious she was, the easier things would be. Instead, John hummed and shrugged before grabbing a dish towel and turning back to the oven so he could get two cast iron pans out. “You know, sometimes, we don’t even realize things are happening around us,” well, not him, but maybe some people, on the contrary, he sometimes felt like he was living every second with emphasis. For a long while, time had dragged on for him. “And time just keeps passing.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Y/n’s disappointment with his answer was palpable and when their eyes met by accident he thought he saw something there that resembled a mixture of fear, worry and self-consciousness. “I just….” She sniffled and he was utterly shocked by her vulnerability, “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Feeling his heart pull, a rare sensation, John frowned and set both pans down on the counter next to the stove with a clatter. “No, you’re-” He shook his head and drew closer, reaching for her shoulders, “What makes you say that?”

“What else could it be? It's not just the time….earlier, I could’ve sworn I cut my finger on the roses, lost so much blood I thought I was gonna die,” her voice, thick with tears, dropped to a pained whisper, as everything he’d been awaiting was easily confirmed. “I passed out and when I came to, there was nothing there. I’ve been having these dreams and I’ve been…..hearing things.”

“What kind of things?” John pressed urgently, taking one hand off her shoulder so he could lay a palm on her cheek, using the pad of his thumb to brush away tears. It felt like she was breaking in his embrace, she just seemed so fragile and for a second, he felt bad about what was happening to her. But he also had no intention of letting her go, he needed her at his side, even if it meant breaking her mind.

“I don’t know,” Y/n sobbed quietly, leaning her head against his chest. His hand on her shoulder slid to Y/n’s back, holding her against him while the one of her face glided to the back of her head, “I don’t know, I don’t know,” every time she said it, John could have sworn he heard another piece of her frail sanity chip away. “I can’t understand them,” she disclosed, words thick with heavy emotion.

Without saying anything, John did his best to comfort her by maintaining his awkward embrace and occasionally pressing pecks to the crown of her head. For a while, she cried and far too consumed with the quiet exhilaration of his apparent successes, he barely noticed her pulling away until her hands slid up to his chest, palms pressing in firmly. “You were there,” she shuddered, as if she were just remembering it, and John knitted his brows again, “You were in my dreams.”

Licking his lips, John bent his head to better meet her glassy, red-rimmed stare, “What?” He moved to cup her face again and she leaned into his touch.

“You were in my dreams,” one of her hands rose and Y/n laid a soft palm on John’s cheek, her thumb ghosting his lower lip, “I think you were the best part.” Like she had the night before, without much more grace, Y/n arched up towards him and in anticipation John leaned down.

“Nulla.”

He caught her wet lashes fluttering as he drew nearer and Y/n’s lips also fell slightly agape. He could almost taste her breath, and feel the rosy warmth of her lips. He needed to feel it. The hand on the top of her back slipped to the center so he could gently urge her closer. It wouldn’t have been wrong that night, he thought- too soon maybe, but not wrong.

“Prohibere!”

A soft groan escaped his lips and John winced almost unnoticeably. Almost. “What?” Y/n rasped, worry caught in her tone, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” John bent lower so their foreheads would touch. He liked being close to her like that, it had been so long since he’d felt that way. Not even Caroline could have roused that affection.

“Good,” must have been the last thing he heard her say before Y/n tilted her head and crushed her mouth to his. Hastily, she gathered fistfuls of his dark shirt in her hands, trying to pull him closer while John moved his hands to paw at her waist.

When his hands slid lower, he hooked his grip around the back of her thighs and as he collected her in his arms, she wound her legs around his hips. Her dress rode up and he could feel her warm skin searing under his touch. Hasty lips found her neck after trailing down her jaw while small hands tangled in the back of his hair, pressing his head closer. In that moment, John didn't care about the incessant warnings in his head- he didn’t care about consequences.

And she was so willing.

With her in his arms, he staggered toward the living room, sinking clumsily to the sofa so he could peel her dress over her head. The sight of her full breasts spilling out of her lacy black bra and perfect made him react enthusiastically, though it was the tattoo peeking out from her inner arm that really drew his attention. “How long have you had that?” John gasped, suddenly grabbing her arm. It couldn't have been a coincidence, coincidences of that magnitude were rare, if existent at all.

Y/n glanced at the neat ink-work standing out on her skin, and ducked her head as she bit back a bashful smirk, “About eight years. I had to forge my aunt’s signature on the consent form,” John raised in brows in question, “I was sixteen, blew my first paycheck on it,” she chuckled.

“Do you know what it means?” For him, for her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Its the sign of the Triple Goddess,” as she said it, John did too, albeit significantly softer, making Y/n knit her brows, “How’d you know that?”

Much too intrigued to make up a credible lie, he shrugged dismissively, “Why’d you get it?”

She smiled again, once more avoiding his eyes, “You’re gonna think its stupid,” immediately, John promised that he wouldn’t, prompting her to explain, “After my parents died, I kept seeing it in my dreams, then when I got a little older and started researching it I always felt this….pull, like a connection-”

“To your parents?”

Y/n shook her head and finally met his eyes, “No. To…something. Something that….that’s out there, that I haven’t found yet.”

Lifting one hand, he cupped her face and she leaned into his rough touch, “I think you have,” he disclosed in a rasped whisper as he grazed her temple with the tip of his fingers.

“Jonathon!” The scolding was like a thin needle taking a stab at his brain.

“What?” She elicited, caressing his forearm.

His hand traveled to the back of her head, “Nothing,” John mumbled, bringing his face to hers once more, kissing her so hungrily that any thought of his earlier question melted away. As she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, John’s expert fingers undid the clasps of her bra so it would hang loosely on her shoulders. Eagerly, they continued ridding themselves of the fabric barriers between them, and as they did, John found it easier to ignore the voice in his head that threatened consequences.

After dinner, which they’d had on the floor of the living room while she was wearing his shirt and he was clad only in his boxers, they cozied together to finish the bottle of wine. It was easy to tell that she was handling it better than she had the night before, John was actually quite surprised that she’d gotten used to it so quickly, though he supposed that it brought a new meaning to her comment about her not being a lightweight.

His back was leaned against the sofa, while hers was to his chest and one of his arms was draped causally over her shoulder as she sat comfortably between his legs, on of which was crooked into an inverted ‘v’. With the stem of the glass slid between his pointer and middle fingers, he occasionally brought the thick wine to his lips. Their empty plates were still laid on the coffee table and Y/n’s eyes were trained on the crackling fire that he’d started before bringing their food out. She was deep in thought, it was easy to tell and he figured she was still pondering her unusual experiences.

Knowing that their plan was working was nothing short of exciting, it felt like he’d been waiting forever, but he did feel a little bad that she had to go through that- being made to think that her sanity was slipping away. But what choice did they have?

John also found himself contemplating Y/n’s tattoo and the story behind it. Her dreams and the unexplained connection to the symbol. Before her arrival, John had been told that she’d never been exposed to witchcraft, that she’d was completely untainted by their world, but that obviously wasn’t entirely true. Somehow, in some small way, she was tethered to something bigger than herself- and John was getting the sneaking suspicion that he’d been lied to.

“Want to know a secret?” He offered, interrupting the comfortable silence in a bid to escape his own thoughts.

Y/n turned her head awkwardly to meet his gaze in the dimness. “I’d love to,” she grinned wickedly.

“This wine,” he tapped the rim of his glass to hers, “Is made right here. With roses that we grow on the roof, the same kind that I sent you today.”

“Wine made with roses?” Her brows lifted with intrigue, “And its done here?” Her breathless wonder morphed to a faint grin and she drew in another sip from the glass, “What else is in it?

John shrugged casually, “Just water,” and a little blood- but she probably wouldn’t understand that part yet.

It was obvious that she was confused again, and Y/n took a long look at the draining of crimson coloured wine, “That’s impossible!” She chuckled, furrowing her brows, “Just roses and water….how do you make it then?”

John returned her chuckle, and brought his forehead to hers, “That’s another secret.”

“One you’re going to tell me?” She enticed with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, which were significantly brighter than they’d been when he’d first gone to her room. John liked knowing that he’d had a positive effect on her, it made him feel more human than he had in years- it made him feel good.

“Not yet,” he rasped. Kissing her dramatic frown, John’s arm on her shoulder curled so she’d be drawn nearer, “But I can take you to see the flowers tomorrow night.”

“No you cannot,” the booming voice hissed vehemently.

“I’d love that,” she said softly, reaching to tangle one hand in his hair.

Her quiet, albeit bubbling excitement was contagious and John felt his heart flutter. Grinning widely, he kissed her again, deeper that time, hand slipping to grip her shoulder firmly. “Good,” he mumbled against the lips, “I’ll stop by your room at-” A pang in his head, that time more like a dagger than a needle, was enough to put a pin in his words. John knew all too well that the worst was yet to come, but he still didn’t care. “I’ll- fuck,” he seethed.

Blindly, Y/n set her glass down so she could cup his face with both hands, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” When he looked at her, Y/n’s image was a little blurred and he had to blink several times before the spots dancing on his vision could clear. “John?”

“I’m fine,” he gritted, hating that he was being pushed into being so vulnerable in front of her. That wasn’t what he wanted her to see- she needed to see the man that was in control, the one that could have people at his feet. The powerful man. The king. Not the dog that could be tamed with the tug of his leash. “I’m fine,” he insisted, widening his eyes and fighting against the pain- the first inklings of his punishment.

Finally, when he could see her clearly, John noted the deepness of her frown and while he did hate being like that around her, he was touched by her concern, he couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared about him like that. Or at all. “Are you sure?”

Licking his lips, he uttered softly, “I’m sure, regina mea.” He managed a glimmer of a smile, his heart sighing in relief when she eventually matched the expression.

“What does that mean?” She asked huskily.

“What does what mean?” He knitted his brows, pretending to not know what she was referring to, and when she stuttered, visibly puzzled, John urged, “What does what mean, sweetheart?”

“Uh….” Y/n shook her head, discarding the thought, “Nothing, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she resumed her smile, though, there was the most plastic feel to it, and it was obvious that she was trying hard to shroud the fear in her eyes.

“I am,” he drained his wine and set his glass down next to hers, subsequently wrapping his other arm around her, “Much better,” he muttered, capturing her sweet lips once more. She turned against him, and John’s hands immediately delved under the hem of the shirt, reaching for her pert breasts and upon feeling them in his hands, he felt himself stir excitedly;

Best make the crime worth the punishment.

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Translations (from Latin)

Quid? Tu stultus?- What? Are you an idiot? Tu es ut stupra hoc? Nos non possunt, quia hoc ad iniuriam- Are you trying to screw this up? We cannot afford for this to go wrong Non est paratus tamen- She isn’t ready yet Vos mos quantum me- you will respect me Nulla- No Prohibere!- Stop! Regina mea- my queen

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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🦊mmk so, since you ask for headcanons I shall try to deliver. So ya know how a lot of guys never hold a new born until they have one? So like imagine the BNHA guys.

Bakugou while he loves his kids is nervous but once the baby is in his arms he would never let it go other than to you. I feel like he may actually spoil the baby into only sleeping while being held possibly cause there is just this tiny tiny human. Who has to rely on you and him for everything.

Kiri, while apprehensive just cause of his size is super excited as you help him properly hold the baby. "You sure I won't crush them? You sure it's ok? I love them so much!" He is cut off from his fretting when the tiny child grabs the very top of his pinky (the only finger it could attempt to hold). He too becomes very attached and spoils his babies holding them while they sleep and you have to insist he set then down for the nap so they can sleep without skin to skin contact.

Shouto I think would appear stoic at first. Of course he will hold the baby, it's his child and parents are suppose to do that. But he quickly is having feelings ™️ about if he can be a good father and give his kids a better like than he had (which we all know the man will!). He becomes quite attached particularly one the baby can hold its head up on its own and it's giggly and playful. That would be one of his favorite stages of children I think.

Midoriya is just awestruck. His his beautiful little baby who his beautiful wife brought into the world. After watching you labor all damn day he starts to think you're the real hero. He's seen many bloody scenes and injuries but nothing prepared him to see the after birth. But it was worth it for the cooing bundle in his arms and for once he will take a break from writing in the baby book (he totally spent weeks picking out just the right one) to enjoy his child.

Denki is actually really excited albeit slightly nervous. He's been dying to meet the baby and so he is so fucking eagar to meet the tiny life you two created.

Sero is on of the most low key about it with only Shinsou being similar. Worst case scenario he can tape the baby to his body just in case! Which he totally does. I feel like the tape will be very handy for child rearing.

Shinsou was fucking ready to hold the baby the moment you were ready to let him. And then, when you've nodded off he just sits on the rocker observing every little thing. Even if it's just a small move of the fingers. And when you are a little more awake you look over, careful not to disrupt the moment.

"You're gonna be strong and beautiful just like your momma. She's went through so much to bring you into the world. The best gift she's ever given me. I love you little girl." He has a soft smile the whole time and you hate to interrupt the moment but you can't help but sob at the sweet scene before you.

Just some fluffy domestic bnha guys and their babies!

— BNHA BOYS AS DADS

author’s note(s): this !!! THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED !!! also this won’t be long but in the future i wanna do more of this for each boy 🥺✨

warning(s): none except for fem!reader + bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, deku, kaminari, sero and shinsou bein dads :(

bakugou: i agree and know for a fact that as soon bakugou has his hands on your baby for the first time you’re not getting them back!! he definitely is the one to get up in the middle of the night instead of you to put baby back to bed so he can spend extra time with them. He’s super protective too, watches anyone holding his kid like mfin hawks ( pun intended ) but will show them off in a heartbeat— cos that’s his fucking kid.

kirishima: legit cries when the baby is born, he’s an emotional dude and he’s gonna be super proud of you calling you manly for a safe delivery!!!! but the tears don’t stop there, eiji’ll literally just cry whenever the baby coos at him, holds onto him with their tiny hand and falls asleep on him. he hates being apart from your baby and whines when you put them down for a nap away from him!!! so you always let kiri be the one to wake them up.

todoroki: shoto is definitely scared that he’ll turn out to be his father, so at first he’d be very cautious around your baby and make sure he does everything right. panics when the baby cries and doesn’t know how to handle it until you reassure him that you don’t know what you’re doing either :( if baby falls asleep on shoto, he’s not moving an inch. todoroki will get mad at you if make even the slightest noise while your little one sleeps on his chest. the first time he makes the baby laugh he almost cries :(

midoriya: omg yesss? izu passes out in the delivery room and you can’t tell me otherwise; he’s seen so much in all his time of being a pro hero but nothing would prepare him for childbirth?? i also feel like hed ask for a lot of help from inko— you’re both nervous new parents and having her around helps you guys a lot. deku takes a lot of notes on his kid for weeks, holding baby in one arm while he observes them and takes notes on all the little habits of yours that baby has. you guys spend a decent amount of your late nights with the baby, theorising about the quirks they’d have.

kaminari: yourself and denki get blessed with a happy baby, have you seen that man?? he’s like a walking ball of sunshine and your kid would always be happy around him!! like you said with shoto, kaminari much prefers the phase when baby can sit up on their own and starts to crawl or babble, hed chatter away for hours with the baby and make them giggle so much you would have to remind him to let the baby take a breather :((

sero: sero is probably the most prepared to be a father out of all of them?? hed read up on things, want to bottle feed to he can help you split the load, assembled the nursery and cribs and buggies all by himself :(( i feel like sero is a very hands on dad!! he loves the baby carrier, and will wear it around the house while he’s on paternity leave— carrying the baby around with him while doing chores and finishing paper work!!! hanta also would make his own baby food??? i just feel like that man is so ahead of the game best dad ever !! your baby would be such a daddy’s kid too :(

shinsou: finally!! our boy shinsou!!! you cannot tell me that this man doesn’t take the night shift purely so he can stay up and sing your baby to sleep, hitoshi has lullaby after lullaby prepared for your baby so much so that eventually they sleep through the night. they’re so attached to him :( because he’s also really chill and prepared to be a father— just bouncing them up and down gently while he walks through the house to soothe little babba. after putting the littol one down, shinsou takes care of you and runs you a bath because you’re the best momma in the world <3

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amaya-writes · 3 years

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The Agency's Biggest Player: Dazai Osamu x Reader Angst

Day One of Arms Tonite

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Warnings: mentions of getting played/playing others, angst themes

Gender-neutral reader, you/your/yours

It started as a game.

A stupid game suggested by none other than the agency's local suicide fanatic in order to bide time on a boring mission. The two Casanovas of the agency would finally settle the score to see who was the armed detective agency's biggest player.

The target? Each other.

Dazai's reputation preceded him, but even so, you couldn't help but play along in hopes of beating him at something.

The chance to put Dazai Osamu of all people in his place was too good of an opportunity to pass, one that had you agreeing with his proposition without paying any heed to the possible consequences of your actions.

It was just supposed to be a stupid game. You were supposed to best Dazai Osamu and move on with your life.

But how could you do that when his casual touches and annoying flirts felt a little too close to home the longer you played?

It started small, with both parties being far too flirtatious for the workspace and casually dropping compliments as they went about their day.

By the second day, Dazai had taken to being all but mesmerized with your palms and by the third you had finished your mission of expertly hiding little notes around his workspace that you knew would make him smile.

By the time the fifth day rolled around everyone else in the ADA was convinced the two of you were dating; a feat that made you giggle at their naivety as you spent yet another afternoon in the cafe with Dazai.

If you were being honest, you could see why the ADA was convinced that you weren't just sleeping around. After all, Dazai had completely stopped flirting with others, dedicating his attention to you and you alone.

At first, it was annoying, to say the least. He would constantly have his hand or arm draped around you as he rambled on about suicide or other aspects of his life. Topics that were light enough to discuss casually but serious enough to have Kunikida occasionally stare in worry.

Dazai was practically attached to your hip. It had gotten to the point where people would immediately call you if they needed something from the suicidal maniac.

However, throughout the first week of your little game Dazai had kept the romantic touches to a minimum. It was only from the second week onwards that he began kissing you good morning when you walked in the office and hugging you from the back as you worked on cases.

The worst part was that you didn't mind.

If only you had minded.

If his sweet little kisses and pretty little lies murmured against your ear didn't make your heart flutter, and the romantic gestures and gifts didn't make your lips automatically curve into a smile.

If the corny pick-up lines and late-night dates on rooftops hadn't made you feel at home.

If only you hadn't gotten accustomed to and began to fall for Dazai Osamu, you could have saved yourself the heartache.

You told yourself it was just a game.

That you chased after his lips for another kiss when he pulled away because it was a strategy. That you randomly sought him out in middle of the day to manipulate him into thinking you were important to him.

That you let him into your head and bed to show Dazai Osamu that you were better than him.

You tried to tell yourself that Dazai hadn't found the key to your heart and used it as he pleased. Tried ignoring the way your heart began to ache for Dazai when he wasn't around and hands itched to run through his unruly locks just one more time.

You tried lying to yourself and Dazai, but as the month rolled around to its end you couldn't help but see the situation for what it truly was. You had lost.

You had let Dazai Osamu into your life and ended up paying the price for underestimating him. But unlike those before you, your payment wasn't a dead body but a heart that would only beat for him.

"Today's the day, belladonna."

As you joined each other on the rooftop of the ADA for a final time that month and stared at Dazai's sickeningly pretty face you couldn't help but realise you had deceived yourself more than once.

You had fooled yourself into thinking that your loss was due to Dazai's efforts throughout the previous month. A lie that was even crueller than its predecessor.

After all, how could you win the stupid little game when you had lost even before you started?

"Who won?"

Your voice cracked as you asked the question, something that Dazai chose to overlook as he leaned against the roof's wall and stared at the sunset.

"We both already know the answer, don't we?"

It could have been a tie.

Dazai could have fallen for you as hard as you had for him and reciprocated your feelings. But of course, it could never be a tie. Because Dazai Osamu wasn't the type to settle for a tie.

He had won, and your broken little heart had paid the price.

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It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.”

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.”

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.”

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out.

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything.

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees.

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked.

“You like it?” He asked.

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!”

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.”

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.”

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.”

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off, kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!”

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.”

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?”

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?”

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked.

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?”

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?”

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.”

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him.

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill.

“Dream! Dream!”

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back”

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him.

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on.

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.”

“Who is?” You asked.

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.”

“Thats insane.” You muttered.

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.”

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured.

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war.

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.”

“Why?” Tubbo challenged.

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.”

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls.

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.”

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.”

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested.

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.”

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back.

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!”

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other.

“It’s done.” The teen muttered.

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.”

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you.

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!”

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom.

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room.

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him.

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different.

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach.

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him.

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?”

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead.

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater.

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock.

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask.

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own.

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #teddy06 writes

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