#lifestyles of the rich and infamous

[frenchiefitzhere]

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[courtleymanor]

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[mv1simp]

I’m so in love with your writing style and I think for a suggestion max and the reader being toxic asf exes but can’t get over eachother yk and try make eachother jealous but just end up in eachothers bed always 😭 sorry i suck at explaining but id die if i seen u write something like that 🥰

PLS I ALWAYS LOVE THIS CONCEPT nothing more juicy than some toxic tension with exes 🤭

Wicked Games ♥️

Max Verstappen x Toxic Ex!Reader

but baby let’s face it, I’m not into dating, all these hearts I’ve been breaking (come through, I'm not living like i did before)

no matter how hard you try, you just can’t stay away from your toxic situationship with playboy millionaire Max Verstappen after he breaks it off to be “just friends”. At least you can expect him to have more discipline than you, given his skillset as a 3 time F1 champion, right? Too bad he can’t seem to stay away from you either…

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, jealousy, toxic playboy! Max, smut, cheating, hate sex, just the usual classicsTM

You’d heard about Max Verstappen well before you first met him. Having recently moved to Monaco to start your new job working for a software company, you had quickly become familiar with the world of F1 - including its’ current top driver who was known for his aggressive style on the track and his lavish, playboy lifestyle off it. You hadn’t paid much heed to it until you were at a friend of a friend’s house party one night, after being peerpressured by the threat your coworker Bianca delivered that you were apparently “doomed to die alone as an old dog lady who sat in front of her 4 wide screen computers all day.” Bit dramatic, but it did the trick and soon you were walking through the doors of a raging party that night.

You had been warned that Monaco was a small place, filled with many of the rich and elite, and you were bound to run into some politician, actress or influencer sooner or later. You just hadn’t expected the first celebrity you met to be Max Verstappen, three time world champion, freshly out of a highly publicised breakup with a Russian supermodel! Bianca snarked next to you, yet he was laughing loudly in the middle of the living room, surrounded by his friends without a care in the world.

You shrugged, honestly quite disinterested in the celebrity thing, and had forgotten completely about the F1 driver until a few hours later when you found yourself alone on the outdoor balcony wanting some fresh air, tipsy from a bottle of white wine. Hearing the balcony door open and close again behind you, you started talking, assumed your friend had followed you out - I am never letting you convince me to drink that wine again Bianca, oh my god -

Only to turn around and come face to face with the infamous Max Verstappen himself. You hadn’t realised you had squeaked his full name out loud until he smiled bemusedly, saying just Max is fine, sweetheart. You blushed profusely, apologising and didn’t notice the way he looked you up and down in your cute, conservative outfit of light jeans and a fitted pastel cardigan. Instead of going back inside like you had expected, he struck up a conversation about how that white wine was truly deadly, which then led to a debate about the potency of red vs white vs rose, and before you knew it you two had been talking for hours about anything and everything, including your pets (you were very strongly pro-dogs while he preferred cats, which was just diabolical since they ignored humans half the time. He laughed and said that was the whole point). When he found out you worked in software - specifically, for one that specialised in developing e-sim racing tracks, his blue eyes lit up in genuine excitement as he animatedly began discussing specifics with you, an attractive pink flush on his cheeks from his drinking. He was insanely good looking, with his tall broad build and soft smile, and you were pleasantly surprised he was so down to earth. When it was time to go he had easily asked for your number, Bianca gawking at the scene as you typed your details into his phone, your caramel skin all flushed from the attention of a handsome man like Max. She dragged you off after, hissing at you to be careful, he’s way too much of a player for you, don’t expect much from him, okay? After a couple days went by and you had indeed, not heard anything from Max, you accepted that was that and promptly forgot about it.

But then, 3 weeks later in the middle of your Thursday afternoon Pilates session, your phone dinged with a text. Monza track is down in the system wtf. You guys gonna sort this out? You had panicked initially thinking the unknown number was your boss before your phone dinged again. This is Max btw. Wanna come over and fix the glitch here? Just this once plz 🙏

“Here” turned out to be Max’s insane penthouse apartment overlooking the Monaco marina, and just this once became a monthly occurrence whenever Max was home between races and on his rig with you beside him, sharing your technical knowledge about the online track to help him set new records. Monthly became weekly when Max realized you had never actually driven the rig yourself and you found yourself in his lap - for teaching purposes, of course Max stated unconvincingly - and weekly became almost daily when you started to become a little too good on the track and his hands moved down your body, into your cute short shorts and he expertly slid his fingers into you until you fell apart for the first time, still sitting right there on his lap. Think you need some more practise, schatje, Max had smirked. You crashed into the barriers barely 100 metres in. And the rest had been history.

10 months later, this - situationship? relationship? friends with benefits? gaming buddies who fucked on the side? - had you confused. Sometimes he acted like your boyfriend, having homecooked meals together and watching movies on the couch, his head on your thighs asking you to rub his hair in the way he liked. Other times he acted indifferent, giving you the cold shoulder at parties or the rare times you would join your friends at a race. And when you would be stressed about work he would appear as the caring friend on behalf of your now shared group, rubbing your shoulder and offering you comfort and advice. But the worst would be when he would disappear for weeks, obviously busy with work but would cut off all communication and you would be forced to stalk his fan pages to get updates and read rumours of all the models he would be seen with overseas - only for him to turn up at your doorstep randomly wanting to be let in. You tried to be mad each time, yelling at him to explain himself, knowing this wasn’t healthy, really you did - but it was hard to resist his oh so talented tongue when he would lay you back and whisper sweet apologies in between your legs, making you come over and over again on his fingers, then with his mouth and finally on his thick cock that you had ended up losing your virginity too. You hadn’t realized how attached you had become to the champion driver until you were on a group trip to Amalfi coast and were caught making out on a moonlit beach by a stray papparazzi, making Max freak out.

He had been the one to very clearly insist on keeping things secret - for both your sakes, he said - given his very public status and you had been happy to agree, being a private person yourself. But as time has passed and Max became the only guy you wanted to be with, you had started to assumed he had been feeling the same - judging by the expensive diamond jewellery he would turn up with to pair with his wicked apologies, when he would always be the one you called to pick you up when you were too drunk to taxi home, and in the quiet, domestic moments when you were curled up together he murmured you understand me in a way no one else does, liefje.

Apparently though, Max has not been on the same page at all, which he made very clear when he publically dismissed the multiple viral pictures of you two - which now circulated the internet as finally some juicy gossip about the unusually single F1 driver had emerged. All your friends had sent the interview clip to you, with Max’s clear dismissal of I don’t know really know her, just an acquaintance from my friend group. My priority is my career, not entertaining the fangirls, he had said without an ounce of guilt on his handsome face.

You’d been desperate to give him a chance to explain himself, thinking it was a PR tactic, but Max had been ignoring your calls for days and you ended up knocking at his door. He’d let you in with a sigh, watching your eyes fill with tears as he said it had never been that serious, c’mon baby, when had I ever said it was exclusive, just a bit of fun for you too wasn’t it? Got a good fucking from me and a bunch of Cartier jewellery. Let’s just stay friends from now on, yeah?

God. What a fucking prick. You made sure he knew it too as you screamed it at him before storming off. You still hadn’t fully accepted it, checking your phone afterwards and expecting him to call and grovel for your forgiveness, until your friend group’s Sunday brunch a couple weeks later, where Max had made a rare appearance - and this time, with a pretty girl you vaguely recognised from a magazine cover right by his side. You had met his eyes across the table briefly, looking for any hint of remorse but finding none, as he quickly looked away, laughing at the girl next to him. You fled straight to Bianca’s after, into her arms and sympathetic gaze as she rubbed you through your sobs. It took you weeks to get out of your depressive slump, your heart completely broken and humiliated publically. You promised yourself, you were never going to shed a tear over Max Verstappen again.

You were a young, hot, and very talented woman living in Monaco - and now that you were no longer hung up on Max, you were free to monopolise on your single status. Althought he has left you with a broken heart, he’d undeniably made you a lot more experienced and confident when it came to navigating guys - without become too emotionally invested, of course. You only needed to get your heart broken once to learn never to do it again. You traded in your cute conservative outfits for more trendy, fitted pieces that show off your body just right as you started going on dates with different guys every weekend.

After a lunch date earlier that day, you were walking into a friend’s house for a group potluck one evening, still dressed in an off shoulder summery minidress and kitten heels, with matching makeup done to complete the look. You’re absentmindedly replying to a text from the guy who had said he’d love to see you again when you catch sight of Max for the first time in weeks, along with a new girl you hadn’t seen next to him. Before, this would have sent you into a spiral, but now you just push down on any unwanted feeling and greet everyone warmly. Conversation is flowing, wine poured and everyone digs into dinner, and when the topic of dating came up your friends were curious to hear about all the dates you’d been spotted on recently. You start telling some of them one of the funnier first date stories where the guy’s ex had been bartending and he had been paranoid the whole night about being poisoned. At some point you notice Max has been glancing in your direction. You look back, raising an eyebrow to say What? and this time he doesn’t break eye contact, staring at you before slowly drifting his gaze up and down your body. You flush and turn around, ignoring him the rest of the night and also ignoring the butterflies that swirled in your stomach from seeing him. Fucking asshole, checking you out while his girlfriend is right next to him on the couch.

Max’s heated stares across the room continue at the next gathering and the one after that and you continued to purposely avoid him. And if anyone noticed that you were dressed in cuter and tighter outfits each time, in the pastel colours that you knew he liked with matching heels, revealing more of your tantalising tan skin for Max’s gaze, they wisely chose not to comment. It all came to a head at a party on Max’s yacht one weekend. You greeted him politely as you stepped on, having come to terms that you two ran in the same circle and had to act like civil adults. He greeted you back easily, arm around a different eye candy model this time. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his usual playboy ways and went to go fix yourself a drink.

After you had all gone swimming and eaten dinner and were now relaxing watching the sunset, your phone dinged with a text to signal the arrival of Anton, who was the latest hire at your workplace and had recently been coming to a few events with your friends. He was also your newest hookups in your recent string of casual relationships - most of which had been average in bed at best, and you had your fingers crossed that Anton was going to deliver. Your group greeted him warmly as he came upto the deck, coming straight to your side and you leaned in to rest on his lap, all relaxed from your cocktails. You didn’t miss Max’s glances at Anton’s hands that lay on your thighs. The night went on and more drinks were drunk and people wandered off, yet Max’s agitated gaze was now firmly fixed on Anton’s fingers moving up your legs, lifting your skimpy sundress and rubbing your thighs. His own latest fling was completely ignored as she sat next to him, clinging onto his biceps. Smirking with satisfaction at having riled Max up for once, you excused yourself to head to the toilet downstairs.

You had barely entered the hallway when you were yanked into a side room and slammed against the door as it closed. Max?! you gasped, looking up to find his stormy blue eyes staring at you heatedly. You push him back with full force, What the fuck do you think you’re doing-

He cuts you off with a scoff, Oh, what I’m doing? You’re the one practically getting fingered by that fuckwit in front of everyone! He steps forward, now even closer into your space, and you can’t deny how turned on seeing him get all hot and bothered has made you. What, jealous Verstappen? Missed me that much? you tease. Too bad, you already fucked it up with me. Otherwise that could have been your hands on me instead.

Max looks positively murderous at your jab before a predatory glint emerges in his eye. Schatje, he says, making you bristle and demand stop calling me that but he ignores you. Schatje, you’re the one who wants my hands on her, hmm? I heard you, you know. Earlier when you were talking to Bianca about how none of the guys you’ve been fucking have been able to do it for you. Making you cum was never a problem for me, remember? don’t you miss it? Shall I fix that problem for you?

Oh, you do remember. For all his arrogance Max was an absolute god in the bedroom and you missed the sex dearly - and it seems Max had been missing it too. He easily lifts you up against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as trails his hands up your dress and you’re rolling your eyes and denying his words, telling him he was a cocky asshole and you hated him but not stopping him as his fingers slid into you, finding you already dripping. He smirks, all ego, but you quickly wipe it off his face by telling him it’s probably still wet from when Anton went down on me earlier. A complete lie but Max didn’t need to know that, did he?

And no one else needed to know that Max angrily swore at your lie as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, grabbing a hold of your tiny dress and whispering how you were such a dirty girl for wearing these slutty outfits and teasing him.

No one needed to know when he yanked his raging erection out his trunks and began thrusting into you, moaning in your ear about how you were just as tight as the first time he had fucked you, right here on the same yacht, and just like that night he’s going to make you come again now-

And no one needed to know that when you both emerged hastily upto the deck a while later, sitting down next to your respective latest partners but your eyes still fixed on each other, it was his cum that was now covering the inside of your thighs.

Once you had started you both couldn’t stop. Everytime you saw each other things got more and more out of control. A new influencer at Max’s side who was left alone when he fingered you to completion in the dark gardenshed outside a friend’s house party, his other fingers shoved inside your mouth for you to suck on and keep your moans quiet. An ex client of yours left wandering trying to find you, his date at his own charity gala, while you were upstairs riding Max on a plush chaise in the office up, heels still on and silk dress pulled up, making him swear in a way only you could get out of him as you took him in deep. You’d tell him you hated him, that you were only using him to relieve your sexual tension and he meant nothing and he would laugh, whispering in your ear Don’t lie, baby, I know you love this, your sweet pussy just needs my cock inside it, huh?

This went on and on for weeks, a twisted competition where whoever would concede first and drag the other one away was the loser - and you and Max both despised losing. It wasn’t until you were almost caught on camera by paparazzi yet again, this time in the back of his Aston Martin Valkyrie with your head between his legs, deepthroating him messily, using your tongue just the way he liked it- that Max freaked out again and demanded you two break it off at once. You’d rolled your eyes at his melodrama, thinking he was bluffing, but true to his word Max hightailed it out of a room the next few times he saw you, despite your best efforts at picking an outfit you were sure would make him crumble.

Time for you to up the ante, you mused. You weren’t going to stop until you walked away as the winner of this wicked game. You licked his cum off your lips as you devilishly thought up you next plan.

Maybe this time you’d go flirt with one of his handsome driver friends and really piss him off?

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A/N: love seeing requests you guys send, pls send as many as you want I need inspo!!! Hope you enjoyed this anon lmk what u think, will write Part 2 soon if u keen 🫶 soz I made it too long ahahah had to split it up

[yuujispinkhair]

Wildest Dreams

You're supposed to write an article about a charity event at The Shrine, the casino of the Itadori family, but soon get swept away by the Yakuza Prince himself. It's probably a bad idea to get close to a dangerous man like him, but he's so tall and handsome as hell. Why not allow yourself to live your wildest dream, at least for one night? -> This is part of my Blog Anniversary Event (closed). @cometcoffee103 requested the song Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift for Yakuza!Yuuji.

Pairing: Yakuza Prince!Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut, Yakuza AU Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+, a bit of smut (not very explicit), taking pictures during sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of organized crime. This story is set in the same universe as my Yakuza AU, but you don't have to read that to understand this story. All you need to know is that Yuuji is the younger brother of the Yakuza King Sukuna, and this version of Yuuji is a bit of a playboy, but in a very sweet and charming way ;) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The casino is bustling with people, all of them dressed to the nines, including you. But you feel out of place here, despite the nice dress you are wearing and the red lipstick you put on. Everyone around you is someone important, someone insanely rich or influential, politicians, actors, businessmen. And Yakuza.

You gulp hard. Your hand trembles a little as you bring your wine glass to your lips to take a small sip. You shouldn't even be here. You usually only write short lifestyle articles for your magazine. It was your boss' job to attend the charity event in The Shrine, the biggest casino in the whole city, the casino of the Itadori family, one of the most powerful Yakuza clans in the country.

But two hours ago, you received that fateful message: "Put on your nicest dress and hurry to The Shrine. I'm at the hospital and can't make it. I need you to write the article about the charity event. And try to add something personal about the Itadori brothers! That will get our readers hooked."

And so you are standing here, clutching your wine glass while trying to blend in with the millionaires around you, feeling the hairs on your arms stand up as you wonder how many of them are criminals.

You don't even see him coming until he is right in front of you, moving gracefully like a tiger. A broad smile lifts his lips, and golden eyes meet yours.

"Hey, don't you like the wine? Should I get you another drink?"

You take in a sharp breath. You know the man in front of you. Of course you do. 

Itadori Yuuji, with his pink hair and golden eyes. Tall and muscular in his tailored black suit with a pink dress shirt and black tie. Looking just as rich as he truly is with the diamonds sparkling in his ears and the gold rings on every finger. But the scars on his handsome face also tell a story about the other life he is living. His life in Tokyo's underworld.

He is one of the people you got sent here for. The Young Tiger. The Yakuza Prince.

Your heart flutters nervously. But you force yourself to get a grip and be professional. And so you clear your throat before smiling politely at him and shaking your head,

"No, thank you. The wine is perfect, Mr Itadori."

He blinks and then throws his head back and laughs heartily.

"Ahh, please don't call me that! I am Yuuji for someone as cute as you."

Oh?

For a moment, you are caught off guard by his directness and the shameless flirting. But the Itadori charm is well-known. Both Itadori brothers are infamous for being big flirts and playboys who collect women just like they collect fast cars and expensive jewelry.

He points at the press card dangling on a chain around your neck,

"You're here to write about the charity event? How lucky that you ran into me! I can tell you everything you want to know. Come with me!"

You hastily follow him, not daring to waste this chance to get the article your boss demanded from you. And also not daring to turn down the Yakuza Prince's offer.

You spend the next fifteen minutes in a fancy VIP booth while Yuuji answers your questions for your article. Though half of the time, he is blatantly flirting with you. He isn't shy about it. Clearly, a man used to always getting what he wants. The spoiled Prince of Tokyo's underworld.

But you have to admit that his boyish charm works on you. Somehow, his loud laugh and broad sunshine smile make him seem less intimidating than his name suggests. If you didn't know who he was, you wouldn't even be nervous around him. He is so sweet somehow, making you laugh and feel more at ease at this event where you feel so out of place.

And his good looks certainly work their charm on you, too. He looks dashing in his suit, which accentuates all his firm muscles. The undercut and the pink hair on top look sexy on him. You realize that you have unconsciously scooted closer to him.

His golden eyes look thoughtfully at you, making your heart jump. 

"You don't look like you enjoy this event very much. I hate these things, too. All those boring people who try to talk business with me, and no one dares say something funny. I don't know how Sukuna is able to endure this all the time."

He sighs and rolls his pretty eyes. The eyes that then land on the low neckline of your dress. His smile grows bigger, and your breath quickens. Yuuji's large, warm hand lands on yours, giving it a squeeze.

"Hey, cutie, let's leave this boring party, ok? Let's drive out of the city, away from the crowds. We can have some fun, and you can get an exclusive interview with the Yakuza Prince! Not just boring facts about this event, but more personal things. How does that sound?"

Everything in you screams to say no. It's insane to leave with the Yakuza Prince. He might not be as dangerous as his big brother Sukuna, but he is still a powerful Yakuza who can easily kill someone, as the scars on his pretty face prove. It's crazy to imagine getting in his car and driving to an unknown place with him. It's wild to imagine being alone with him.

But somehow, you find yourself biting your lip and nodding as you lift your head to look up at his handsome face. Somehow, your heart is beating so fast that you feel dizzy. Somehow, your skin tingles with excitement. You know you want to go with him. Even though you know there is a high chance this is going to take you down, you can't bring yourself to say no.

And so the words leave your mouth,

"Ok, let's go. Let's sneak away."

Yuuji smiles his bright sunshine smile at you, just as dazzling as the diamonds sparkling in his ears and the various gold rings on his fingers. There's a cheeky glint in his golden eyes,

"I'm very good at sneaking away."

He grabs your hand and pulls you with him, striding with fast steps through his casino, and starts running when you're halfway out the door, laughing loudly, as if he is relieved too to finally leave this fancy event behind. As if he is finally free.

He leads you to his car, a red Porsche, his favorite one, as he lets you know while he holds open the door for you, so charming that you can't help but feel light-headed from all the butterflies in your stomach.

Yuuji drives like someone who knows this city belongs to him. A bit too fast, the music a bit too loud, but it's perfect the way it is. It makes your pulse flutter and your body fill with a giddiness you can't remember ever feeling before.

You leave the city behind you, making an excited tingle start under your skin and spreading through your whole body. It feels like an adventure. Exciting, bubbly. As if your wildest dreams are coming true.

Yuuji parks his car on top of a cliff, turns off the engine, and turns to you with his big sunshine smile.

"So, what are your questions for me, princess?"

You laugh softly,

"Well, my boss said I should try to add something personal about you or your brother. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself? Not about the Yakuza Prince. Tell me about Yuuji."

He smiles and leans closer to you, his large hand cupping your cheek while his golden eyes travel slowly over your face. His thumb caresses your cheek, the gold ring on it gliding smoothly over your skin. Yuuji's voice is low, and you can hear the smile in it,

"Then let me tell you a secret. I hate all those stiff, formal events. I rather want to go clubbing or play video games with my friends. I enjoy spending time at my pachinkos and making my best friend Megumi play the arcade games against me, even though I know I suck at those games. And I like to hang out at my pizza delivery service. I don't care that it's only for ... tax-saving purposes. I love pizza! I want to adjust the recipes and make the best pizza in the whole city! That is my new passion!"

His eyes glitter excitedly while his voice drops to a softer tone, low and almost seductive,

"And I like this here. What we are doing right now. Drive out of the city and look at the sunset. I know I can see it from my penthouse, too, but it's not the same."

His words could sound arrogant, the words of someone who grew up rich and has no idea how normal life works. But he doesn't sound like that. There's an almost melancholic tone to his low voice. As if this evening with you, where he ran from his obligations and the glittering fancy party, is his wildest dream, too.

A soft smile lifts your lips, and you catch yourself leaning into his large, warm hand as you look deeply into those gorgeous golden eyes,

"Then let's stop this stupid interview and just enjoy your free evening."

His answer is a broad, boyish grin that makes your stomach flutter. You chuckle when Yuuji leaves the car and comes over to your side, opening the door for you like a gentleman and offering his hand to lead you to the fence at the end of the cliff, where you have a majestic view over the ocean and the beginning of a beautiful sunset.

But your gaze strays to the man next to you. The Yakuza Prince. Or out here, just Yuuji.

You look at him, at his side profile, hit once again by how good he looks. So tall and handsome as hell in his tailored black suit with the light pink dress shirt and black tie. More stunning than any sunset could ever be.

Yuuji turns his head, catching you staring at him, and laughs happily as he reaches out to wrap a strong arm around you and pull you in front of him, making your pulse flutter with how easily he can manhandle you.

He stands behind you, so tall and strong, his muscular arms wrapped around you, holding you safely, his body pressed against your back, warm and buff. You can feel his firm muscles and smell his sexy and expensive perfume.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his kisses on your neck.

You tilt your head back to rest against Yuuji's shoulder as you look up at him and are met with a smile even more beautiful than the sunset.

A warm, large hand cups your chin, and then soft lips capture yours in a slow, sexy kiss that makes your knees weak. Who would have thought that the Yakuza Prince would be so gentle when he kisses you for the first time?

You have no idea how long you kiss him. You get lost in the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his tongue caressing yours with those deep, sexy flicks. Your hand is tangled in his pink hair as if you don't ever want to let him go again.

The two of you only pull apart to watch the rest of the sunset, with Yuuji's arm around you as you lean against his strong body, unable to stop smiling while your pulse races and your heart hammers in your chest, your skin tingling all over from the sheer craziness and excitement of it all.

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"Do you want to spend the rest of the night with me?"

Your heart misses a beat at Yuuji's question. You feel dizzy when you turn around in his arms to look up at his handsome face.

The deep scars across his nose and on the side of his lips tell you about the dangerous life he leads. His title tells you about how dangerous he himself is. You know he is bad, so so bad. But you cannot bring yourself to turn him down when he smiles that big smile at you. You cannot say no to him when every fiber of you craves him, if only for one night.

And so you nod and place a hand on his broad chest, playing with his black tie as you breathe softly,

"Yes, I can't think of anything else I would rather do."

And he smiles that attractive boyish smile at you and leans down to kiss the corner of your lips,

"I will always remember this evening. The pretty sunset, with an even prettier girl. You in that dress, with your red lipstick and the sweet kisses. Please tell me you'll always remember it, too."

You nod happily before cupping his cheeks with your hands and getting on your tiptoes to kiss him again, breathless and passionate, before whispering against his lips,

"Say you'll see me again after tonight, Yuuji."

And his arms tighten around you, strong and muscular, and he nods,

"Of course I will."

You don't hesitate when he leads you back to his car and holds the door open for you. You smile when his large hand lands on your thigh on the drive back to the city, slipping under your dress to caress your inner thigh, dangerously close to your already-soaked panties, making your heart beat wildly as you grab the leather seat. 

You giggle breathlessly when he leans over and kisses you at a red light, making your head spin with the sexy flicks of his tongue before he pulls away again.

You eagerly say yes when he asks if he can accompany you to your apartment. Your dress is already halfway off by the time you manage to unlock your door in between passionate kisses.

You moan when Yuuji's large hands knead your ass and his warm lips suck on your neck. You palm the hard bulge in the Yakuza Prince's fine suit pants all too happily, gasping at how big and hot he feels. You leave a trail of clothes on your floor, leading to your bed, where you spend the best night of your life.

Ruffled sheets, the rhythmic beating of your heart in synch with the headboard banging against the wall. Yuuji's heavy body on top of you, pressing you down so deliciously into your sheets. Loud laughter, even louder moans, and dirty whispers in your ear. Kisses and lipstick marks all over his tan skin. His clothes on your bedroom floor, your hands in his pink hair. Every inch of you brimming with pleasure while you're tangled up with Yuuji's strong body all night, finding utter bliss on his sweet mouth and his gorgeous cock. Smiling when he asks you to please let him take a picture of you while you ride him.

Tomorrow morning, he will leave, get in his sportscar, drive back to his fancy penthouse, and continue to live his fast life as the Prince of Tokyo's underworld. You don't know if this will only be one night and you'll never stand before him in person again after this. But you know you both will always remember this night.

And you will see him again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

AAAHHHHH thank you so much for this prompt, babe!!! I was so happy to write for Yakuza Prince Yuuji again aaaahhh!! I am crushing so much on him all over again omgggg 💗💗💗 I NEED HIM BAD!!!

I hope you liked staring at the sunset and staring at sexy Yuuji ;) Please let me know what you think!

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[frownyalfred]

Do you have any fun stories involving galas and rich men because the botox thing has me so curious now

Ooh, me personally? I have a few. I once was invited to a very important black tie event with an honest-to-god billionaire or close to it, who was a very old man at the time and infamous for being inappropriate with women. We had some face-to-face time briefly and he was absolutely wildly inappropriate to me. His staff were fluttering around him making excuses and thinly-veiled threats about me sharing any of this info. I wasn't allowed to stand more than a few feet away from him since he was grabby. I think he ended up having dementia that they didn't release publicly until after he'd died.

You run into a lot of coke at these events. It's not my thing, but I've stumbled into a lot of bathrooms and back rooms where it's happening very enthusiastically. I've known a few guys who have gotten too deep into that world and embezzled from clients or their jobs. It ends up being super sad and it's rough to watch happen in person (people losing their houses, or social standing, etc, because their husband was trying to maintain a lifestyle they couldn't afford)

I once danced with a wealthier guy (flashy watches, etc) who was, in hindsight, absolutely involved in some sort of organized crime. He was Russian and thought I was cute, and dragged me and my friend to a few different clubs with full line skipping and bottle service at every place. They all knew him by name. Once we got inside and started dancing, I reached behind me while we were kinda grinding to grab his waist. There was a huge fucking gun in the back of his pants. I grabbed my friend and we danced away, haha.

I knew a wealthy man who was going through a rough divorce and very clearly threatened his soon to be ex wife all over his personal social accounts. She didn't like that and called the cops. He never got arrested, but it was a damn near thing. All his buddies pretended it never happened.

I once went on a very fancy date with a guy to a prestigious steakhouse/bar. They refused to seat us since they closed in 30ish minutes. We were in black tie attire from a previous event, and there was a huge storm outside. He ended up suing them for racial discrimination I think. It made the news and everything. He asked me to be a party/witness but he was very, very intense and I kind of dropped him after he wouldn't stop calling me.

I dated someone with a penthouse once. It was very nice but very clearly not his. Never got a full explanation on that one.

[fagfictions]

Black Widow Tim

Imagine Tim developing his own Brucie Wayne playboy persona, by becoming Gotham City's infamous Black Widow (but he doesn't kill his husbands.)

Tim knew when his parents had died that the Drake family name had died with them. They weren't considered old money with generational wealth, so their status began and ended with Janet and Jack. Okay, he's being a little bit melodramatic. He knew that he had enough money in the bank for him to live comfortably for most of his life, but forgive him for not wanting to live below his means.

After he had taken up the mantle of Robin, he saw how Bruce had cultivated this character that allowed him endless liberties and alibis for his vigilante life. He had also seen how Bruce would sometimes indulge in his playboy persona, satiating his lust for flesh - justified by the inherent nature of his playboy reputation. However, Tim could see how Bruce Wayne had relished in these carnal acts. To an impressionable young boy, this seemed like an obvious fool-proof plan.

With that being said, he had needed to cultivate who Timothy Jackson Drake exactly was, so there wouldn't be a link between him and Red Robin. He took some inspiration from Bruce's playboy persona, and decided to become a Black Widow. He knew that he needed a man to financially support Timothy Drake's lifestyle, and to elevate his social stature.

In the beginning he married for love, as he became Timothy Drake-Grayson. He married Richard Grayson, a humble police officer from Bludhaven... who also happened to be the son of a billionaire. If he wanted his long term plans to succeed, he needed to show that he was never a gold digger, looking for the biggest catch.

Tim loved being married to Dick as it became his official entry into the Wayne family as Bruce never legally adopted him. Dick was always a gentleman who had kept their home warm, despite all the fucked up shit they had to deal with as vigilantes. Their home life was a temporary sweet solace. However, Tim knew about Dick's notorious wandering eye as he would still see Nightwing constantly flirt with Starfire and Oracle. Tim knew that their agreement was never exclusive, but it didn't stop the hurt in his heart. After a year, he had filed for divorce from the man, since Dick wanted to pursue things with Babs in the end.

A few months later, Tim Drake got tangled in a whirlwind romance with a Crime City club owner, Jason Todd, thus he eventually became Timothy Drake-Todd. Much to the surprise of everybody, Jason was a better husband to Tim than Dick ever was. He was sweet, caring, and most importantly loyal. This agreement might've started off as a plot to piss off Bruce, but they ended up genuinely falling in love with one another. Jason's reputation and wealth in Crime Alley provided Tim with luxuries, but not the reputation that he had desired. A suspected mob wife could only achieve so much. After a very public hostage situation involving gang activities, Tim took this opportunity to divorce Jason, much to both of their own dismays.

Admittedly, Tim took a break from the dating scene a couple of years to really sell the idea that he was traumatized from his previous marriage. It wasn't until he was spotted having dinner with the infamous Wayne heir at a glitzy restaurant. Damian was everything Tim could have ever wanted. He had the riches and status that would alleviate Timothy Drake to his level. When Damian finally married him, he blossomed into Timothy Drake-al Ghul-Wayne. Damian was also very possessive with his love for him, so Tim knew that he safe from the upper echelon. Sure, there was an inside joke about noticing the pattern of Tim being ran-through by all of Bruce Wayne's sons, especially when it was revealed that Jason Todd was Bruce's son who "died". Furthermore, Tim had gotten the reputation of being a Black Widow in Gotham, having more husbands than half of the population, and still not being over his twenties. However, Tim took all of these in stride. As he had grown older, he knew that he wanted a family. He was still relatively friendly with his past husbands, and he knew that there was still love between them. To everyone's surprise, it was revealed that he had divorced Damian a few months later, yet he retained the last name. Nobody had known except Tim and his family.

But before the public could react to this, they were met with the announcement of an engagement between Timothy Drake-Wayne and Bruce Wayne. This confirmed the rumors of Timothy being passed around in the Wayne family, as it was revealed that he was marrying his former father-in-law x3. Despite all this talk, this would be Tim's final marriage and his longest lasting one.

This marriage also lead to the birth of ten beautiful children, who despite having the same parents, looked different from one another as if the sire of these children differed. His ex-husband Dick Grayson could be seen carrying a pair of twins to gymnastic practice. His ex-husband Jason Todd was spotted shopping for three pairs of onesies. His ex-husband Damian had brought his new "siblings" to his office job as all four of Tim's children caused some chaos in Wayne Enterprises. Finally, his husband, Bruce could be spotted cradling a baby in a golf course.

Every Gothamite was baffled at this new development, despite Tim having 3 ex-husbands in the same household, marrying his former father-in-law and giving them 10 new siblings, they all seemed to get along really well. If they were happy, who were they to judge?

He had finally settled on becoming Timothy Drake-Wayne, a name he had always wanted since he was a little boy. Despite all odds, he had also given children to all the men he had loved before.

tl;dr Tim going through the Bat family last names like he's calling attendance.

[villainessprefect]

A Twisted Host Club

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[kicks a hypothetical door down] hello I’ve been hit with a funny idea and my brain demands to write it down so here are some thoughts of an Ouran Twst AU??? It’s been a while since I’ve touched Ouran though so this is just some general ideas that came to me.

Little notes:

Magic is a thing but not too relevant?? I was thinking of this as more of a regular high school AU but has a variety of species (ie merfolk, beastmen, fae). tbh it might just be more focused on transformations and allowing other kinds of folks into one school.

MC is kept gender neutral. You can imagine them following the same thing as Haruhi or not, but thats up to the reader.

The Host Club is the main cast, but I tried to include everyone and your connection to them lol

Most of the students here have money/are rich in some form/have connections to wealth.

RSA is still a rival academy I just didn’t have too many thoughts about them to throw them in here atm.

Yuu / the reader - The rare scholarship kid at NRC. Smart and generally keeps to themselves. They are in the middle class and while not “poor” they are compared to most in the school. Initially interested in the photography club but got dragged into the Host Club after their cat, Grim, broke a rather expensive vase. You start off being a gopher for the club members, but by the end of the day you’re the pretty commoner that the rich folk flock to to get an insight at that “poor” lifestyle. Its weird but you definitely feel better knowing that you can survive in the world without money compared to those here.

Crowley - Your adoptive father who was the one that pushed you into attending NRC. He doesn’t tell you he’s the principal of the school until you actually get in. Surprise! He uses the excuse of not playing favorites yet boasts that you got in all of your own accord with no strings attached! You just have to pay for things out of pocket if you want anything, like say, a uniform for example. He is rather flaky, but he provides you a home and food, thankfully.

Grim - A stray cat that lived around Crowley’s home and that you picked up when you moved in. He’s a bit mischievous and glutton, but adores your attention. Your first day of school had him meowing out for you. He managed to get out of the house and followed you to school. Trying to keep the cat hidden proved to be difficult and eventually a failure on your part when he led you to a fancy club room and broke a priceless vase. At least he’s popular amongst the girls and now acts like a mascot for the Host Club.

Host Club

Vil Schoenheit - The infamous president and leader of the Host Club. A young star model and actor. His father had acted in the Host Club in his youth and he decided to take the reigns when it was his turn to attend NRC. He uses it as a form of training, acting for others given their wishes. But he’s also fairly strict on those in the club and those he performs for. If you want him to lend an ear, be prepared for some harsh and blunt words. Most who come to see him are more for his popularity and celebrity status, others come to learn from him, whether it be for acting or skin care routines.

Vil always seems to be angry or disappointed with you. It’s hard to tell why, yet he’s the one that cleans you up and makes you look like a whole new person. While you now physically fit in with the rest here, you must act like it too. Even if you’re simply paying off a debt, you’re part of the club and you will act like a member. He’s always keeping an eye on you though and thinks you have potential. And he may have a soft spot for you to. While he won’t say it aloud, he hopes you stay even after your debt is paid.

Epel Felmier - Vil’s forced understudy. He’s been designated to be the one to take over and lead when Vil graduates but Epel has no interest in being a host. He hates being called cute and has only recently been learning to use it to his advantage. Epel longs to be in a sports club and skips out to join in on activities when he can. Despite being from the countryside, he does have funds thanks his family’s apple business.

Epel tends to go to you to complain about Vil. You’re in the same boat as him after all! He knows he can be rowdy and drop the prim and proper act around you too. He’s someone you can talk to and not have to worry about the financial gap. You’re always the first one he offers his apples to. You also share the same classes as him, so you two are generally seen together alot.

Azul Ashengrotto - The businessman behind the Host Club. He generally acts in the background, taking care of funds and making appointments. He doesn’t generally take part in acting as a host, rather as someone who will listen to your woes and even offer to solve all your problems...for an additional price. Most go to him when they have troubles with their grades or want to win the heart of another host, which is, unfortunately, the only wish he cannot grant. He’s in charge of snacks/food offered in the club and has a different theme each week.

It seems like Azul is always finding a way to inflate your debt. You can’t tell how much you owe at any given point and it feels like you’ll be paying it off even after you both graduate. Despite all the finances, he does offer you his time. Tell him your poor woes! He’ll help you out! You’re a little wary but sometimes you do cave, for minor problems though. Surprisingly, most of his payments are through information and you can’t tell if thats better or worse than increasing your debt. Still, he is an upperclassman you can turn to if you have studying problems. Which, thankfully, isn’t something you have to go to him for.

Jade & Floyd Leech - The twins of the club and Azul’s childhood friends much to his dismay. Seen together nearly everywhere they go, they always seem to be plotting something. They assist Azul with snacks but take their own twist on it when he’s busy. Jade offers a kind hand to all those in need, but he’s a little...odd about it. He knows more than he lets on and can serve anyone. Most first timers are sent to him. Floyd, on the other hand, is for the thrill seekers. When he’s in a good mood, at least. He doesn’t really do hosting, just plays around with those that go to him. Wanna play tag? Some new commoner sport? ‘Escape’ from the cruel tentacles of Azul? If he’s in a bad mood you can usually just vibe beside him or try to lift his mood. He likes to ‘squeeze’ people whenever he can, whether they are his clients or not.

Jade enjoys surprising you in many ways. He’s usually the first to greet you at the door, always knowing when you’ll be arriving even when you’re late. He appears to be under the guise of making you feel welcomed in this unfamiliar environment. It’s hard to believe him though. He enjoys the fact that you’re willing to try out his specialty dishes despite what may be in them. Whether its braver or hunger driving you, he’s curious. He wants to observe you and learn more about the little debtling in the club.

Floyd is one that always enjoys seeing you even outside of the club. It’s not surprising to be snatched away by him. If anyone is going to ruin your perfect attendance, its going to be him. Still, he enjoys your presence in the club too. He finds you entertaining and tries to get you to break more valuables just to keep you here. When he’s in a bad mood you’re the one they call on if no one else can get him to lighten up.

Kalim Al-Asim - One of the richest students in school. He’s energetic and kind and a lovable sweetheart. He’s here really just to have fun and enjoy his youth. Being in this club was mostly on a whim but he ended up loving it. Most go to him if they’re feeling down because he has a gift for lifting even the darkest of spirits. Some try to get his hand in marriage but attempts are either thwarted by Jamil or go over his head or both.

Kalim always brightens up your day. You hate to admit it, but he really does seem to turn any frown upside down. He’s the one thats furthest away from living a normal lifestyle and takes interest in any “commoner” thing you may have. Instant coffee, while not his thing, is such a fascinating thing to him. He usually offers to share his lunch with you. You think he’s too kind, even since he offered to pay off your debt. Sometimes you wish you’d taken it but would rather not be in debt to him and his family for the remainder of your life, even if he does say otherwise.

Jamil Viper - Kalim’s childhood friend and retainer. He’s here mostly to protect Kalim but ended up being caught up in the Host Club thanks to some persuasion from him and Azul. He tries to usher more clients over to Kalim since he isn’t used to the attention. Part of him enjoys being picked over Kalim and being favorites to clients. If Jade’s schedule is filled up, then Jamil is the second one newbies go to. He’s skilled in a variety of things and generally pleases those he’s with with ease.

It was a little difficult getting to know Jamil at first. He always presented Kalim before himself. You learn that he’s smarter and stronger than he appears since he’s meant to protect Kalim, and in turn, you also learn just how important Kalim really is. Jamil finds you to be a little bumbling thanks to your situation but takes interest in how you deny Kalim. Your life could be so easy yet you choose the hard route. While his main goal is to protect Kalim, he ends up protecting you to.

Photography Club

Rook Hunt - An unofficial member of the Host Club. Despite him being in the photography club, he’s seen there more often then his own club. Azul uses him to snag pictures of the members, although most of them tend to be focused on Vil. He’s poetic and interrupts the Host Club’s sessions to praise their charms and beauty.

You try to learn about the Photography Club from him and take tips during your free time. It’s not easy with how he goes off about Vil and the others but you have to admit that he is giving you insight into the rest of the group. You learn that he’s a devoted fan to Vil and someone called Neige, the latter, you learn, is a name that should not be spoken within the Host Club. While Rook is a little odd, he does shower you in praises too. It’s nice to hear something so warm on harsher days or when you think you’ve upset Vil.

Student Council

Riddle Rosehearts - Student Council President. He’s very strict when it comes to rules. Clubs that fail to meet the criteria are known to be disbanded within hours. He doesn’t mind any of the clubs as long as they follow their intended purpose and don’t cause trouble.

Riddle is the top student in his grade and if you were a year older, you might just be academic rivals aiming for the top. He usually keeps an eye on you and your grades, you are a scholarship student after all. More responsibility falls on your shoulders than you think. 

Trey Clover - Riddle’s childhood friend and Vice President. He’s the one that most go to instead of Riddle as he’s much easier to approach. Even so, club problems shouldn’t be passed to him as they eventually meet Riddle.

You’re one of the few, if not only person, that doesn’t think to speak to him first before Riddle. He isn’t sure if he admires your bravery or not. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to offer his hand to you. He’s also never going to let you forget the oyster sauce incident.

Cater Diamond - The Secretary of the Student Council. He doesn’t seem to take interest in his role and instead post on social media. He comes off as easygoing and sociable, which makes it easy for him to learn about the other clubs.

You follow each other’s social medias and learn that he’s dying to go to the Host Club. He tries to wiggle his way out of work but Trey never lets him escape. He’s a little ‘jelly’ that you get to spend time with Vil. He usually asks for pics from the club.

Board Game Club

Idia Shroud - The elusive President of the Board Game Club. It’s hard to find him and most times he doesn’t even appear in class. Apparently he has special privileges and has to show up once a week, test days are not included so sometimes twice a week. Most mistaken him for being in the Black Magic Club, even though he’s not. He’s just timid and socially anxious, but lightens up over a good game. His club also counts as one for video games he just has to be sneaky about it whenever Riddle does his monthly rounds.

Idia thinks you’re a weird normie. You’re in a club thats out of your league and somehow socialize with everyone else?! Even him?! Neither of you know of each other’s existence until Ortho brings you together. You enjoy being able to play games without hearing really obvious questions thrown your way and other belittling comments. Idia plays because they’re fun not because he’s interested in the poor folk’s social life of how to pass on boredom. You make a great gaming partner in his eyes, although he won’t say it...thats too hard of a difficulty level for him.

Ortho Shroud - Idia’s younger brother who appears on campus more than his actual brother. He isn’t human but looks one if it weren’t for the gadgets on his cheek that give him a mask or vizor depending on how he feels. Some dote on him and he uses that to his advantage.

You meet unexpectedly, nearly running into the boy who was on a search for his brother. While it gets you in trouble with Vil later on, you decide to assist him. Ever since then, he continues to go to you whenever he wants his brother to do more things in school. Sometimes he drops by the Host Club for ‘research’. He’s curious on how this human activity works and also informs his brother on it too.

Sports Clubs

Leona Kingscholar - Captain of the American Football team. He’s been held back a couple of years but his family provides money so the school doesn’t particularly care. Vil has tried to scout him out for the Host Club before but Leona has no interest in it. While he prefers to laze around, its thanks to him that the school’s team aces every tournament. There are rumors about him using underhanded tactics, but he’s never been caught.

He seems to have little to no interest in you yet enjoys pulling you aside whenever Vil sends you out for some reason or another. It’s like he has a sixth sense, knowing just when to use you for his naps. It’s nice to take a breather from running around and trying to be some host. You do your best not to fall asleep beside him though.

Ruggie Bucchi - Vice captain of the American Football team and Leona’s ‘underling’. He’s another rare scholarship student yet seems to be better off than you, school wise at least considering he has a uniform (although it was a hand me down from Leona, but still). He doesn’t mind playing the poor card and does his best to swindle those rich suckers out of their ‘spare change’. He’s quick on his feet and a jack of all trades. He sometimes works at the Host Club for special events.

Ruggie tends to laugh at your position. Being in debt sucks, but he gets it. He gives tips on how to lessen your debt with Azul considering he works with the guy every now and then. It just costs you a week’s worth of lunch. Paying him in food isn’t so bad, plus you get the occasional snack back when he’s feeling generous. You two joke about eating the rich which is pretty fun...except when getting caught by Leona or Vil.

Jack Howl - Track and Field club member. A first year on the team that shows real promise. He’s pretty popular amongst the sports clubs and was fought over which club to join, but ultimately picked this one. He doesn’t mind helping out other clubs if they’re short a member and as long as it doesn’t interfere with his own. Most people expect him to be a jock of some kind but are surprised by his smarts.

Jack shares a few classes with you. He’s been your classmate and partner. He comes off as cold but when he warms up to you, you can see how friendly he really is. Not many stand up for you, but Jack will. He doesn’t quite like you being in debt to the Host club, but there isn’t much he can do about it unfortunately.

Sebek Zigvolt - Equestrian Club member. A newbie in the club but shows promise. He’s a little on the loud side and you know when he’s coming whether its thanks to his booming voice or thundering footsteps. He goes on about Malleus (whoever that is) and isn’t afraid to lecture others on his greatness. Despite this, he can be quite gullible. He originally wanted to be in the Black Magic Club but Lilia convinced him to expand his interests.

You catch him mostly outdoors or in the hallways thanks to sharing classes. He seems to have a strong distaste for your upbringing. While he scolds you, he does seem to have some heart underneath it all. He doesn’t understand the Host Club at all and ignores the club mostly.

Silver - Equestrian Club member. He has a way with any and all animals. The horses listen to him and so do those in the Animal Breeding Club. It’s surprising he isn’t a member of that club, although they are trying to scout him. He has a bad habit of dozing off anywhere and at any time. It tends to get him in trouble, especially during class. He’s takes everything very seriously.

You stumble upon him once while he’s sleeping. From then on you learn to be more careful. Finding him sleeping is one thing, but finding him sleeping with animals is another. You wake him up when he can and he always thanks you for it. He’s a bit of an enigma but you learn that he is adopted to. His father sounds quite...interesting. And familiar but maybe you’re just imagining things.

Ace Trappola - Basketball Club member. A troublemaker and old friend. He’s carefree and blunt which hardly helps his case. He gets in trouble with the student council president a lot. His grades are mess thanks to the fact that he doesn’t study and loafs off in class, but he can pull out surprising answers if given the chance.

You didn’t expect to see Ace in this school. You knew him for about a couple of years prior to middle school. He laughs at your misery of being a new host and how you wound up in this situation. Still he hangs out with you and causes some mischief in the club. He helps smuggle Grim into classes with you whenever the cat decides to show up.

Deuce Spade - Track and Field club member, but also unofficially in the Gardening Club. He’s an ex-delinquent and is trying to better himself since he was given this chance to be in such a prestigious school. He works hard but his old self shows up every now and then. He has a soft spot for his mother and grandmother. He enjoys sports but finds some peace in the Gardening club. He usually waters/takes care of the plants on emergencies.

Deuce is the first friend you make in this school, that isn’t Ace. He did his best to show you around and act like the perfect honor student. You cheer each other on and study together mostly. He doesn’t like trying to help smuggle Grim into classes, but at this point he’s in too deep and knows how to do it, just like Ace. He offered to fight the Host Club once when he heard you were in debt to them.

Black Magic Club

Lilia Vanrouge - Lilia is the President of the Black Magic Club. It’s more of a place to hang out and escape from the world. Although it’s a little unsettling with how much he knows about demons and curses and whatnot, as if he’s been there to see them all. He’s playful and accepts anyone into his club. He tends to give those in his club a little charm he crafts himself, usually to ward off evil spirits...or so he says.

You stumble into his club one day and he takes an interest in you. It’s been so long since he’s seen someone so out of place in this school. He listens to you and asks for nothing in return, only giving cryptic remarks here and there. He has asked for your blood once or twice and you can’t tell if he was joking about it.

Malleus Draconia Hornton/Tsunotaro - A mysterious student who is supposedly part of the Black Magic Club. It seems to be only in name though as Lilia claims he needed one more student to make the club official, so he offered his name. Apparently he wants to make his own club but doesn’t have sufficient members to join, so he’s under this one for the time being.

When you first meet him, you don’t know who he is. It’s late at night and you’ve been held back at school far too late thanks to your ‘dearest’ father. He seems to have some idea of who you are yet you don’t know him. He prefers to keep it that way and allows you to nickname him. You call him a friend despite not knowing his name and sometimes you think he’s imaginary until you pass him in the hallway. You don’t understand the weird stares you get when you wave to him and he waves back.

[jessilynallendilla]

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The House Edge (M 128,313)  SERIES 

Life's never been kind to Angel. It's chewed him up and spat him out again, over and over and over. And, sure, maybe some of the shit he's gone through's his own damn fault---it must be, given where he's ended up. Fate cast her die and decided he's doomed to fail or whatever. It's fine. He's accepted it. Made the most of it, or tried to. And it's sure gotten him somewhere. He's the most famous porn star in all of Hell, working for the illustrious Porn Overlord, Valentino. Until fate decides to fuck with him some more and throws a wrench into the monotony of Angel's afterlife through a chance meeting with the one and only Gambling Demon himself. All at once, Angel finds himself clutching something he thought he'd lost a long time ago: hope. 

Card Tricks   (EX) 

Angel didn't expect to wake up one day and suddenly be owned by Hell's infamous Gambling Overlord. Like, what the hell?! But....maybe this is a good thing. A new start. Right? 

Play Me Like Roulette (M) 

Angel didn’t do politics. That was a well-known fact. But there was one famous demon he did know. The Gambling Demon. Husker, one of the most feared beings in the Pride ring, the owner of the most feared establishment in Hell - The Suits of Hell Casino. People said once you joined his game, your life was like a house of cards; one smooth blow and everything collapsed. They said as soon as you set foot in the building, you were already losing. After Valentino suggests a trip to the most notorious casino in the Gambling District, Angel is already expecting a shitshow but when he finds himself on the Gambling Demon’s leash, he’s hesitant to accept that Husker is really that okay of an overlord. Angel finds himself drowning in a mess of new coworkers, confusing expectations and going cold-turkey out of nowhere. Will things ever feel okay? And was it really a coincidence that Valentino chose Husker’s casino of all places? 

Letting Hope In  (M)  SERIES 

Husk is self destructing and in a last ditch effort to find something with meaning, he plays bartender in his casino. Then he meets Angel Dust, the biggest pornstar in Hell, and now he has something to look forward to tomorrow. Maybe these two losers can find some heaven in hell. 

Pieces Of Paper We Hold  (EX) 

Ever since he became Valentino’s toy boy, Angel Dust hasn't gotten a single break—and it's taken a turn for the worse since the battle against Heaven's Exorcists left the Overlord elite reeling, and the three Vees thirsty for more power that they can now seize. As Alastor's obedient pet, Husk's afterlife has been an absolute bitch thus far, and the powerlessness brought on by his shackles makes it hard to breathe most days. Things did get a bit better as the two of them started to grow closer, and Angel decided to slow down with his addiction. But the small refuge that they are for each other falls apart like a house on cards after Angel throws caution to the wind to save a young sinner from Valentino's smoke and mirrors. Now Valentino is hell-bent on making Angel Dust's afterlife even worse for him, and Husk knows that he can't leave Angel to fend for himself for the rest of his forever. No matter how high a cost Alastor's help might come at, the only way out might be through, and if there's something to be said about these two losers is that they won't go down without a fight. 

King Of Spades  (M 133,357) 

Husker, known as the Gambling Overlord, caught the attention of Hell by rapidly amassing power, souls, riches, and territory. His casino, The Cat's Den, became a hub of vice and despair, where sinners gambled away their souls in a chaotic environment. Despite his carefree and indulgent lifestyle, Husker rose to prominence, significantly expanding his influence and wealth over a decade. Initially underestimated, Husker proved his potential by transforming from a small-time overlord into a formidable powerhouse in Hell. 

Lucky Charm   (T) 

Husk gets thrown into the past and decides he is going to do things right this time. That meant keeping his title and soul and making sure a few others keep their souls as well. He may be too sober to get through it, but he was going to fucking try.  

A Gamble A Deal A Promise  (M) 

Angel was a toy, a prop, a thing to be used. But somehow it was still a shock when Valentino used him as leverage at Hell's only casino. What's even more shocking is when the Gambling Demon offers him a job that doesn't involve hours on his knees. Seems a little too good to be true, but what else does Angel have going for him? It might be worth giving this Husk guy a shot. 

My Kingdom For The Soul Of An Angel  (EX  76,650) 

"I'll have someone show you t'your room." 

"My room?" 

Husk nodded. "Everyone on staff gets a room, unless they want to share. But, I figure, with everything about Valentino, you'd like your own space." 

"I... just thought you'd want me in your room?" 

"Why the hell would I want you in my room?" Husk asked, brows pinched. 

" 'Cause... you own me?" 

"I own everyone here; my bed's only 'bout big enough f'r me." 

High Stakes  (EX 57,471) 

Husk, the Gambling Demon, wins Angel’s contract in a poker game and subsequently becomes Angel’s new boss. Angel did not think Hell could get any worse, but it just fucking did. 

People Surprise You  (M) 

Husk wins Angel's soul from Valentino. Now what does an overlord, who recently rediscovered his own humanity, do with a gun-toting ex-pornstar? 

New Overlord  (M) 

The sudden and mysterious disappearance of souls became the hottest topic in the city, along with the death of the Infamous Overlord, Valentino. Or where Angel Dust became Overlord and stumbled upon with Gambling Overlord who may seem to know him before. 

The Union We’re (Definitely Not) Chosen For  (M) 

When Don Henroin lost himself to the exterminator angels, Arakniss took it upon himself to lead the Family as the right heir to the Mafia. The death of the Don means the Family weakens. They need someone to stand with them and make them powerful. Someone untouchable. The opportunity shows itself in the form of the Gambling Overlord. Arakniss planned it upon himself to marry off his youngest sister and Anthony's twin, Molly, to the Gambling Overlord, in exchange of power. After all, the strongest, unbreakable contract that should exist would be a marriage contract— Arakniss and the famiglia is settled under the wing of the cat demon. He failed to account that Anthony would be eavesdropping on his meeting with the Overlord. 

A Little Closer To The Edge  (EX) 

Angel helps a cornered demon without knowing who he is. What comes after, will change their lives forever. 

Corrupt Husk And His Sugar Baby Angel  (EX) 

One shots of a Corrupt Overlord Husk who is allied to the Vees for winning the soul of the radio demon, Alastor. He is much more open about his want for a particular pornstar in Val's possession, Angel dust. They can't help but gravitate towards each other and soon Angel spends more time with Husk who feeds into his brat behavior and getting what he wants. 

Facing Down The King Of Cards  (G 48,134) SERIES 

After Vox tried and failed to win a specific soul from the new Gambling Overlord, it's up to Valentino to finish the game. But it's up to Angel to play his cards right. 

Mia Famiglia  (M  41,016) SERIES   

Arackniss blinked dumbly, watching a heavy, golden chain form tightly around his neck, the Gambling Overlord’s smirk sharp and cunning. Well shit. This’ll be really hard to explain to Anthony. Or. In which Arackniss loses his soul to Husk, one of the strongest overlords this side of the pentagram and a direct rival of Angel Dust, the overlord leader of La Famiglia. Niss doesn’t doubt Angel’s willingness to help (blood runs thicker than water, after all), but Husk seemed more than content in keeping the grey-furred arachnid. If only to spite the other overlord. 

Luck And Whispers  (M) 

The Radio Demon served as an unspoken ally. His appearances in Husk's casinos brought a mix of peril and delight, depending on who was the audience and who was the prey. So, when Alastor unexpectedly visited Husk's office and presented the contract involving Angel Dust, the notorious Angel of Death in recent years, Husk found himself compelled to agree. What initially appeared to be a promising deal unraveled into the resurfacing of memories that both Husk and Angel thought were buried and forgotten. 

Call Your Bluff   (EX) 

Val may be a fucking monster, but he’s a monster that Angel knows. He’s a monster that Angel understands. Angel isn’t stupid; he made the choice to sign with Valentino because he was the only overlord that made sense for Angel’s lifestyle — for what Angel wanted out of Hell. But now you’re tellin’ him that his soul is owed to some random fucking jackass who swindled Val in a game of cards? How can that be fair? How can that be something that’s just allowed to happen? (In which, Angel's contract is acquired by a new overlord — Hell's very own Gambling Demon, and they both get more from the relationship than either of them bargained for.) 

I Don’t Want The World But I’ll Take This City  (M) 

“You’re a real mess, you know that?” 

“Wow. Fuck you.” 

“What’s your problem, anyway?” Husk snaps. “I get you away from that shitty boss of yours and I’m the bad guy?” 

And oh, Angel wants to shoot this guy in the face right now. Seriously? 

“My knight in shinin’ fuckin’ armor,” Angel says with a roll of his eyes. “Is that how it is? You wanna play pretty princess in the tower with me? I didn’t need your help. I didn’t ask to be saved.” 

Too Sweet For Me  (M) 

“Then why’d you take the bet for my soul? Why else would you want me for, other than for my body?” 

“To be honest with you, I just wanted that motherfucker out of my casino. I would’ve taken that bet if it were any other soul. You ain’t special, darling.” Angel was still coming to terms with the fact that he was now a free soul. It just seemed so surreal, and it was all because the Overlord who’d won his soul had absolutely no interest in owning it. 

Love In Bonds  (EX) 

Angel didn’t know what to make of Overlord Husker. The man won his soul, handed him a new contract which seemed too good to be true compared to his previous master. He didn’t trust it but he was stuck in Hell and sometimes you had to enjoy a good thing while it lasts. Husk was weird, his business partners and friends were even weirder but the longer he was around them the more he began to like them. But as Angel had learnt very early in death good things come to an end and Valentino isn’t willing to let him go so easily. Another Overlord Husk wins Angel’s soul from Valentino but this one they dive straight into a relationship. Dubious at best because Angel doesn’t really have a say in staying with Husk but Husk treats him right so it’s about as healthy a relationship as you can get in Hell. 

You’re So Good To Me  (EX) 

The first time Angel Dust fell in love, he wound up dead. The second time, he lost his soul. So why he went and did it yet again is anyone's guess. 

My Atlantis  (EX  46,153)  

When Angel gets off to a bad start with a certain cat demon in a run-down bar, he doesn't expect to ever see the stranger again. But when Valentino insists on having the Vees partake in a game with the gambling overlord himself (and is about as good at poker as you'd expect him to be), Angel's soul is signed over to the very same demon. Husk shows Angel that he's worth more than his value to others. 

Wicked Old Soul   (M  200,131) SERIES 

“Val- I-I don’t understand. What’s going on?” He reached for Val in desperation, trying to make sense of what was happening but his mind felt fuzzy and he couldn’t decipher the situation. 

Val grabbed his hand and pulled Angel close to him. He exhaled pink smoke into his face and Angel felt himself relax into Val’s grip. Val used another hand to grab Angel’s chin tightly, claws digging in but not enough to break his skin. 

“You’re not my problem anymore,” Val whispered into his ear. “I have no use for addict trash like you.” OR When Val loses Angel to the gambling overlord but makes sure Angel believes he simply didn't want him anymore. Angel is left devastated and unsure of what his new life and master will be like. 

The Biggest Gamble Is To Overlook The Consequences   (M) 

“I have an idea. Why don’t we decide over a game? You can even pick if you’d like.”  A real original idea. Husk just about stops himself from rolling his eyes into the back of his skull. Instead he huffs out a laugh. Reaches for the bottle again. “You really think that’s a good idea?” Valentino isn’t the first Demon to challenge Husk to a gamble, and he won’t be the last, but there is true stupidity in challenging the Gambling Demon to a game of cards. And of course Valentino, just like everyone that has come before him, is planning to cheat. He wants a deal between his three and Husk too badly to let it all slip through his fingers, so he’ll do everything in his power to tip the game in his favour. Or: Valentino gambles with Angel’s soul contract. Angel gets the better end of the deal. 

The Golden Rule  (M 4,270)  SERIES 

Husk is really good at hedging his bets, and he's even better at winning. Or Two years ago, Husk won Angel's soul in a poker game with Valentino. That was the easy part. The hard part is convincing himself that he's not falling in love. 

[ciaossu-imagines]

KHR CELEBRITY AU PART 2

OTHER CELEBRITIES

Skull - I'm kind of cheating here and taking from canon, but Skull is a daredevil through and through. Whether it's playing it up and astounding live audiences or putting on thrill-rides of a show for the television camera while doing special and guest spots, Skull's fame is accomplished through his career as a daredevil and his penchant for insane, death-defying stunts.

Bermuda I see as a mixed-martial artist or an ECW fighter.

Small Gia, Didi and Jeje are all notorious serial killers with their own dedicated fanbases. Birds is another infamous killer along the lines of Manson, who never physically killed anyone himself but orchestrated the murders of people. Daisy is another infamous criminal whose trial was hugely publicized, especially given the insanity defense used. Glo Xinia is infamous in the same way - a serial criminal who gained a lot of mainstream publicity.

Ricardo was a wrestler, well known for playing a heel. He became a huge celebrity though due to press coverage of his many out-of-the-ring fights and his later murder of another wrestler at a nightclub. He was acquitted of the charges due to insufficient evidence but everyone knows he did it.

Knuckle is, of course, a rather famous boxer.

Shoko Tanaka is a well-known female mixed martial artist.

Daigo Kazumi, Kenshiro Yamaki, Gosuke Takada, Renzo Oshikiri, and Nobuhiko Kakuta are all Olympic level athletes.

Giannichi and Giannini are both famous inventors and for anyone in the robotics field, they're absolute legends.

Timoteo is a famous movie director who owns Vongola Films, a large studio. He's recently moved from directing only movies to directing what's become a hugely popular television series. Coyote Nougat is an assistant director for Timoteo. Croquant Bouche and Ganauche III are really well known producers who often work with Vongola Films and Timoteo. Visconti does all the special effects work on Timoteo's movies and now the television show. Brabanter Schnitten is the sound mixer and Brow Nie Jr. the production coordinator on all Timoteo's works, employed with Vongola Films.

Hibari's famous to a select group of people who are already in the know and famous in their own rights, as he's the head of a company who supplies the rich and famous with the best of the best in security. Notoriously publicity shy, he's never been caught on camera himself and avoids seeing any of the actual clients himself.

Tetsuya Kusakabe is one of those well-respected, oft-photographed bodyguards to the stars. Romario is as well as Dino's private bodyguard. Gamma is bodyguard to the girl group Yuni is a part of, while Olgert is bodyguard to Bel and Rasiel both and is just as paparazzi-photographed as those he looks over. Nigella Beabankul is another paparazzi famous body to the stars.

Daemon Spade and Elena are famous politicians.

Bel and Siel are infamous socialites. Part of the Royal Family of another country, their diplomatic immunity protects them against any charges that arise from their very hedonistic lifestyles and the press coverage of their fights, accidents, and the bad endings of those hedonistic lifestyles are splashed all over the tabloids. They do eventually get their own reality show.

Spanner is known for his work in special effects and puppetry, kind of along the lines of Jim Henson.

Parenza and Tras are both stunt people.

Kensuke Mochida and Brutus are celebrities within the WWE circle.

Tyr was an ECW champion who became most famous for his live death in the ring against mixed martial artist turned ECW fighter Squalo Superbi.

Michael Chianu is a tennis star, Bluebell an Olympic gold medal winning diver, while Kaoru Mizuno is a famous baseball player with one of the major teams.

'NO JUST NO' OR NO INTEREST WHATSOEVER IN BEING A CELEBRITY

I honestly don't feel that Luce is the most comfortable in front of a crowd and she doesn't like to be the center of attention. She isn't comfortable with the idea of fame and celebrity, with no desire for them. She just wants a peaceful, happy, low-key life and I honestly don't even see her as someone who has Facebook, much less any other type of social media.

Fon has no desire for fame and celebrity either. There are some YouTube clips of him, found if you Google him, of prior martial arts matches he's been part of when he did compete in martial arts tournaments. However, he's not entirely comfortable even with that level of public attention, since he prefers a quieter and simple life.

Big Pino

Lanchia

Haruyoshi Miura

Alaude

Dr. Shamal

Fuuta de la Stella was actually a child star from babyhood until he was around six or seven, when he retired and now he just wants to stay out of the spotlight and be a normal kid.

Iemitsu is a retired action star, famous for a lot of big 80's action blockbusters. He no longer has an interest in acting, in fame and celebrity in any form but he supports and starts his child's film career despite being estranged really from Tsuna.

Enma Kozato was born into a world of celebrity but prefers to just live his life and doesn't want any attention on himself.

[tieflingkisser]

The Digital French Revolution

One influencer has, very much accidentally, kicked off something that would’ve been hard to imagine even a week ago. During the Met Gala, Hayley Bayley, who has 10 million followers on TikTok for reasons I neither know nor particularly wish to know, made a little video. In it she was wearing a dress and doing a look very clearly inspired by Marie Antoinette, and the words “let them eat cake” can be heard as the camera slowly zooms out. It was nothing complicated, just a simple and straightforward callback to the infamous phrase as she stood outside an event embodying the lifestyle of the rich and famous. Tickets to the Gala are $75,000, and this year it happened to take place at the exact moment Israel invaded Rafah. Now something fascinating and potentially incredible is happening over on TikTok, and it’s spilling out into other corners of the internet. Millions of people, and I say that with no exaggeration, are blocking the accounts of big celebrities, particularly those who haven’t spoken up about Palestine – which is the majority of these public figures. Thousands and thousands of short videos are being made every day about who to block, and people are celebrating seeing celebrities losing hundreds of thousands or even millions of followers. And the “block list” is growing daily, with people adding more influencers who have chosen to remain silent about the genocide in Gaza. The list is also growing to include the multitude of brands that celebrities own, from makeup to clothing to alcohol. Most important, a number of the TikToks being created discuss the why, why folks ought to cut off celebrities who refuse to use their large platforms to advocate for good. I find the explanatory videos to be the most powerful part of this, thus far, more powerful than the mass disengagement with celebrity social media accounts. The viral “block party” feel of people sharing the lists of celebrities they’ll no longer engage with, and no longer permit to profit off their attention, is the engine driving this little digital revolution, but the why is where the real transformative power is, to me. There are multiple reasons to block influencers and celebs, as countless people are explaining. The biggest reason is that we’ve seen more clearly than ever in recent months both how these people drive culture, and what culture they drive us towards. Specifically, they push us in the direction of a vulgar consumerism, always encouraging their followers to spend more, buy more, get tickets, get a new outfit, buy the latest product and so on and so forth. TikTok has made this especially obvious as it pushes the “TikTok Shop” more and more, with an increasing number of videos having links at the bottom of the page encouraging viewers to click and immediately purchase whatever item they’re seeing in a video. Naturally, this has encouraged influencers to hawk products in more of their videos, for which they make a commission off each purchase. And all of this is harmful in and of itself, but what has been made doubly clear since October is that it’s all done instead of using their platforms to advocate for good. The consumerism is bad enough, but seeing how it simultaneously functions as a distraction, in this case from a genocide, but more broadly from society’s ills, has made people furious. The juxtaposition of the Met Gala and the bombing of Rafah ripped this aggressive contradiction wide open.

[keep reading]

edit: blocklist reference for those interested

[ghostlyauroras]

I have a lot to get off my chest. I see a lot of criticism for the way Taylor sings about mental health and that is valid, but comparing Taylor's experience with depression to D*mi Lov*to's with bpd only to illustrate how much more valid her experience was because she suffered publicly while invalidating Taylor's because she's good at putting up this peppy upbeat front to hide her pain so she couldn't possibly have a real mental illness is exactly WHY taylor has this negative mindset about it in the first place.

Mental illness is not a competition. It is experienced differently by different people.

Some celebrities are celebrated and lauded as brave for overcoming it, usually they already had an image of being tortured in some way (drugs, EDs, anger issues, etc) so when they come out and admit they're mentally ill it's almost like 'oh that explains everything, it all makes total sense now' and is met with sympathy.

Taylor knows, whether conscious or unconsciously, that she does not fit that description. She is either cold and calculated or too perfectly rich, blonde and skinny to have experienced real suffering.

So the album opens with this line: "i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me" she was begging for help but nobody gave it the urgency it required because they thought she'd power through it. "I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic" she is admitting she has a problem with substance abuse but everyone thinks it's just her glamorous lifestyle. Later when she says "i took the miracle move on drug, the effects were temporary" lacking real treatment and therapy, she treated her depression getting a rebound relationship to run away from her pain.

Then in who's afraid of little old me right before the infamous asylum line she says "i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me" she is begging the world to take her pain seriously..

But how could she be taken seriously? She smiles even when she wants to die, she cries a lot but she is so productive, she is a real tough kid and she can handle her shit... except she can't, she just wants to be seen and understood! But she's been trained all her life (in the asylum where she was raised) to put down her pain and put on a show for the world, so who would believe her now when she says, actually i struggle with the same demons other famous people do?

So now she feels she has to exaggerate and catastrophize and even demonize her struggle to get across just how bad her depression was, because even when she says outright that she wanted to die everyone is rolling their eyes that she could feel that way about a shitty dude. So how else is she going to capture your attention? How can she make you really SEE her and her pain?

Also, as someone who also has struggled with depression since I was a teenager... it's fucking scary to realize you are actually mentally ill. All the stigma is there for a reason, historically some of the treatments have been the stuff of nightmares and conflated with the fatalistic world-view that is inherent to depression, you do feel like a monster, abnormal, broken, etc. and you are scared of how people will treat you for it and you are scared you cannot be fixed and it feels like the end of the world.

Mental illness warps your perception of the world. It's extremely hard to be objective, much less kind, to yourself and your struggle when you are in the thick of it.

So, imho, i don't feel like Taylor's choice of metaphors/language is perpetuating stigmatization of mental illness - it is a representation of the internalized stigma, of the self-hatred and helplessness and guilt and self-flagelation that come with mental illness but at the same time it's also a cry for help! She wants to make depression sound as terryfing as it feels for her so that you will SEE her and HELP her.

To put it simply: I just feel like you can't ask a depressed and even suicidal person to have a compassionate take on mental health - they need others to show them compassion so they can heal and be nice to themselves.

She is not a mental health professional, she is not here to teach us how to handle mental health, she is NOT a role model. She is just another depressed and suicidal person expressing her pain in hopes someone understands her. Be gentle with her.

Again, mental health is not a competition, different people experience it differently.

[thepiratedressing]

The Evolution of Pirate Fashion

Ahoy, mateys! 🏴‍☠️ Today, we’re diving deep into the fascinating world of pirate fashion, exploring how the clothes worn by these infamous sea rogues evolved from functional necessities to legendary symbols of adventure and rebellion. Join me on this journey as we unravel the threads of history and style!

Functional Beginnings: Life on the High Seas

In the Golden Age of Piracy (circa 1650–1730), life aboard a pirate ship was harsh and unpredictable. The attire of these seafaring bandits was born out of necessity rather than fashion. Pirates needed durable, practical clothing to withstand the elements—think woolen jackets and sturdy canvas trousers that could endure saltwater and storms.

Functionality was key. With limited storage and resources, pirates often wore layered clothing, equipped with pockets for tools and supplies. Their looks were not about aesthetics; they were about survival on the treacherous open waters.

Symbols of Identity: Hats, Bandanas, and Accessories

As the pirate lifestyle became more established, certain items took on significant meaning. The iconic tricorn hat—once a popular fashion among the upper classes—became synonymous with pirates, adding flair and a dash of arrogance to their rugged look.

Bandanas also played a practical role, keeping sweat out of their eyes and hair under control. However, they became more than just functional accessories; they were worn to project a tough persona, distinguishing pirates from their naval counterparts.

Jewelry was another way pirates expressed identity. Gold earrings not only served as a symbol of wealth but also functioned as a form of insurance—ensuring a burial fee if a pirate met their end far from home. ⚓️

A Melting Pot of Cultures

What’s truly fascinating about pirate fashion is its eclectic nature. Pirates came from diverse backgrounds and often mixed styles from various cultures. Spanish doublets, English breeches, and African adornments melded into a unique aesthetic that reflected the chaotic, multicultural environment of pirate crews.

This blending of styles created an exotic and rugged look that set pirates apart from their naval foes and made them legendary figures in literature and folklore.

The Rise of Legend: From Literature to Film

The pirate look took on a legendary status thanks to the rise of literature and film. Classic novels like Treasure Island introduced readers to unforgettable characters decked out in distinctive pirate garb. The image of the rugged pirate was solidified by Hollywood, where these characters became both heroes and antiheroes.

Movies and television shows amplified the visual tropes associated with pirates: flowing coats, eye patches, and fearsome grins. This portrayal romanticized the pirate lifestyle, turning their attire into iconic symbols of freedom and rebellion.

Modern-Day Pirate Fashion

Fast forward to today, and pirate fashion has transcended its functional origins. It has become a beloved aesthetic in various contexts—from Halloween costumes to cosplay events and renaissance fairs. The rugged charm of pirate attire captures the spirit of adventure and rebellion, appealing to those who long for the excitement of the high seas.

Whether it’s the billowing fabric of a pirate shirt or the daring design of a tricorn hat, these pieces offer a nod to a bygone era while allowing wearers to express their individuality. 🏴‍☠️✨

If you’re inspired by the rich history of pirate clothing and want to channel your inner buccaneer, check out The Pirate Dressing for a fantastic selection of pirate-inspired attire. You can visit our website or find our collection on Amazon to embark on your own fashion adventure!

[courtleymanor]

[ID: intercut back down to the anteroom of courtley manor for a medium shot of sister claire stroking her chin as she thinks: “now if i were a vampire’s coffin where would i be?” /end ID]

[deadn30n]

◟ CHARACTER STUDY ◝ → 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐞

art cred.

↳ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Yone. ( last name is unprovided based on his personal preference ) ↳ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: Band Mom, Reaper of the Azakana ↳ 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 26 ↳ 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: aprox. 185lbs ( much of it is muscle ) ↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'10 ↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: Unspecified. ↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Not looking. ↳ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Cis male. ↳ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Bisexual, male pref. ↳ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Yasuo ( younger brother ), Mother ( deceased ), Father ( deceased ) ↳ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: White w/ streaks of red ↳ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎����𝐎𝐔𝐑: Emerald

Further information below the cut ↴

𝐈. native-born to the city of Nagasaki in Japan, up until the age of ten years old, Yone lived a relatively ordinary and normal life. he was neither rich nor poor, suspended somewhere in between, and his parents were nothing noteworthy themselves. both held 9 to 5 jobs in offices, and the boys grew up practically on their own without supervision, due to their parents being busy with work. Yone knew not that this ordinary and relatively easy-going lifestyle of his was destined to change mere days after his tenth birthday. because at the age of ten, Yone died.

𝐈𝐈. more specifically, Yone was drowned by a Japanese water spirit called a kappa. that Kappa itself was the underling of a far more terrifying creature, one that had never-before been documented by humans, and who's existence was entirely unknown to the living. that creature, as Yone would come to learn very quickly, was called an Azakana. Azakana, as they called themselves, were infamous in the spirit realm for feasting on both the deceased and the spirits of living humans. they were cunning, smart, and extraordinarily violent. once an Azakana had set it's sights on you, you no longer belonged to yourself. it would hunt you until the moment of your last breath before claiming you, much as this particular Azakana had done to Yone. this Azakana, who called himself Yamauba, had been hunting Yone from a very young age. when it came time to claim Yone's spirit, Yamauba encountered something very strange... he could not scratch the surface of the human world, in any place Yone happened to be. due to this setback, he employed a lesser Japanese spirit called a kappa and had it drag Yone underwater, effectively drowning him in the lake near where he and Yasuo had been playing on vacation.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. further complications were still yet in store for Yamauba, as he discovered it was almost impossible to devour Yone's spirit. Yone, even in his terrified state of mind, was somehow so strong that Yamauba couldn't even get close. it enraged him, sending him into a frenzy, and spurring him to attack Yone in any way he could. as a result this further frightened the young child to a point he blindly picked up a sword laying nearby and desperately rammed it into Yamauba's heart. Yamauba was defeated, but did not fall the way he should have. no, as his last act of vengeance on the food he should've been allowed to consume, he wedged himself inside Yone's very spirit and cursed them both to live side by side, forever bound. to one another. in doing so, this would grant Yone the ability to freely traverse the spirit realm through a mask in the shape of Yamauba's face he returned to the living world holding. yes, Yone returned to life, but he wasn't the same. not anymore.

𝐈𝐕. from that day forward, Yone began to live a life not quite alive, but not quite dead either. he became acquainted with the mask and it's powers, what it could do for him & how to live alongside Yamauba's spirit sewn against his own. naturally one would assume that after returning to life, Yone would tell the whole world what he'd seen... but he decided against it. Yone was always much too smart for his own good, and as he grew more harmonious with his new power, he realized that if he told the world of the Azakana, it would spell the end of life itself. so he chose instead to make it his life mission to exterminate every last Azakana, so no one else would ever have to suffer the way he does. to this day, his spiritual powers and his otherworldly deeds are known by none except himself.

𝐕. he did his best to return to an ordinary life; growing up alongside his younger brother and sharing similar passions with him. both boys discovered they had a particular fondness for edm and music-mixing in general, and likewise pursued careers as djs side-by-side. Yone's own fame ignited at the mere age of just sixteen as he stormed the underground of Nagasaki with his quirky and unique style of music that blended darksynth with cybersynth. he was recognized by a popular japanese music label and signed on, taking to the charts at record speed and going so far as to impress audiences from all over the world.

𝐕𝐈. however, one day he just... disappeared. he stopped attending live gigs, stopped producing music, deleted all of his social media and seemed to vanish off the face of the planet entirely. even Yasuo had no idea what became of him, but he could take a wild guess what might've triggered it. at the time, Yone was barely 22 and at the height of his musical career... so why had he disappeared? so many fans were left with so many questions -- the internet was filled with hundreds of controversies, but only one could even scratch the surface of what might've triggered him to disappear from the face of the public entirely. it was the mysterious death of his parents. to this day nobody can explain what killed Yone and Yasuo's parents, or why and how, and the event was as equally devastating for Yasuo himself, though he didn't react as drastically as Yone did. many publications have tried to spin stories of what happened, to glean as many details out of Yone and Yasuo as possible, but both men keep their mouth's shut, and only one of them knows the truth.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. Yone would not return to the world of music until a few months after he turned 26, when Sett of all people sought him out to recruit him for HEARTSTEEL. initially Yone had denied him, not just once... but several times. however, Sett was infuriatingly persistent to the point that Yone finally gave in and agreed to be the band's producer. Sett -- and K'sante, were both convinced that nobody but Yone was fit for the task, and after an annoying amount of persuasion, they finally got him to sign back on board with a record label. as well as becoming the band's producer, he was also largely responsible for mixing it's music as well. Aphelios handled the brunt of it, coming up with the basis for the tune ( as well as the lyrics ), and Yone refined it ( always with Aphelios' supervision ). thus, PARANOIA soon hit the charts and took over the world!

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. Yone can be described as cool and collected; calculative and hard-working. first to rise, last to lay back down, and almost always diligently at work. he rarely grants himself time for rest, and has wound up in the hospital several times from exhaustion and other... mysterious circumstances, but seems to bounce back effortlessly each time. he's addicted to cold brew and has been seen goofing off from time to time ( typically because Sett's convinced him to play Teamfight Tactics with him ), but an air of mystery always surrounds him. he's arguably the least known member in the band when it comes to his personal life, and it's very clear he's got secrets he's hiding. he can be stern, and somewhat persistent when trying to wrangle the boys together, but he really does love his bandmates and would do everything in his power to protect them. they are his world; so even if he's hard on them, they've also been capable of winning him over when they really try. he's got a soft spot for those boys.

[castformbignaturals]

Give me a story where, even in his ‘off hours’, Bruce Wayne cannot stop being the World’s Greatest Detective.

I want Brucie Wayne to get invited to Charity Galas and snooty parties he cannot avoid due to all the networking his lifestyle (both in and out of costume) relies on. Events where some rich asshole or unfortunately nosy gardner is always getting murdered like it’s British daytime TV.

And he solves the case. Every time. Even while acting like a complete, drunken imbecile. He cannot help himself.

Nobody figures out he’s Batman. Not a single soul.

Instead, Bruce Wayne becomes infamous as a detective in his own right and is essentially the Sherlock Holmes or Benoit Blanc of the DC world.

This gets him invited to even more dumb parties. He hates it.

[uneducated-author]

What Good Omens did so well in both seasons is sort of talk around the focus on class.

We see Aziraphale and Crowley as they relate to completely different social strata. For example, in King Arthur's period, Aziraphale is a Knight of the Round Table, and Crowley runs a band of misfit thieves. More notably, in the infamous 1793 era, we see Aziraphale clad in the clothing of the aristocracy, while Crowley is in (stylish) peasant garb. It's even on Aziraphales bookshop, purveyor of books 'for the gentry'. The show makes it clear that Aziraphale is an angel who typically is suited to dignified and upper class company.

Crowley on the other hand, is moreso seen hanging out with... maybe riff-raff would be an appropriate term. This does not mean he's not rich, he shills out a cool £900 pounds in the 1960's Soho bar scene, and he holds a rather lavish lifestyle, fancy alcohol and Mayfair flat. But in terms of his acquaintances and lifestyle, he most certainly seems more comfortable talking and interacting with criminals and street children than Aziraphale does.

The show does a great job in showing how sin and desperation tend to fall hand in hand, and when you tie this into the institution it becomes even better. Heaven isn't actually good, just focused on the illusion of it. Much like the aristocracy, who are able to carry out performative activism that doesn't inconvenience them, or in other cases, literally change rules and loopholes to allow for their own benefit. How do you compare sin for survival against sin for greed?

Heaven and Hell aren't measuring peoples actual moral character. Their 'agents' on Earth are more just tempting and blessing people, and we don't see Aziraphale and Crowley following up on any of their charges. It feels like they're just working to keep a quota of good and evil in the World. Now when we see Heaven and Hell, and the institutional flaws in both, it makes sense to their own experiences throughout the centuries. Crowley has seen the universe from the perspective of those left behind by chance, and Aziraphale has been taken in by powerful people who either can afford to focus their attention on helping people, or can perform large acts of performative generosity (thing of Aziraphale's, and the other angels naivete).

And then think about how Aziraphale still believes.