#like yeah he gave the uh oh vibes immediately after but like

[astarionlover]

did non whovians see metatron and not immediately go OH NO? how does it feel?

[kamiversee]

˗ˏˋ My Love Note ´ˎ˗

7 | What's it gonna take

❧ Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.

❧ Content | language, fluff, teasing, dry humping, sexual tension, etc.

❧ Word Count | 5.6k

❧ Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.

| Chapters mlist |

——The next morning you wake up with your cheek pressed against something warm, an oversized t-shirt clothing you and one of your legs resting atop something. You quickly find out that the something in question happens to be none other than the man you had sex with the night prior, your best friend, Choso Kamo.

Laying on his naked chest, before your eyes even peel open, you relish in the gentle smell of his cologne. Surely you don’t remember either of you showering last night and yet here he was smelling as though nothing had even occurred. But hey, you’re pretty sure you passed out at some point so you wouldn’t be surprised if he cleaned himself up while you were sleeping.

The sound of a phone dinging oddly close by makes you finally crack your eyes open, the first thing you’re met with is a phone in Choso’s hand not too far away from you. Since you were lying slightly on top of him, you could feel the deep breath he took due to the most recent notification. 

In the background was the faint sound of The Weeknd— you’ve got no idea what song was playing but it was there somewhere, sounding a bit far away. That aside, instead of focusing everywhere all at once, you center your gaze on Choso’s phone and watch his thumb linger over that recent notification.

You had to blink a few times to read it but the most you got from the text there was a ‘Hey, can u call me when u wake up? I wanna talk about last night…’ from someone named… Hori? You’ve got no idea who that is but the message is swiped away and blatantly ignored before you get to think about it any further.

Choso then swipes through the rest of his messages, answering some recent texts from his family members up until one message catches your eye yet again. It was something from his Uncle and the only reason it caught your eye is because your name was mentioned. Allas, before you could read anything past the words ‘Are you still,’ Choso was swiping out of the text thread entirely and you were soon spotting your contact.

Choso, being the total sweetheart he is, has your name happily saved as ‘Idiot #1’. You wouldn’t expect anything more or less from him but reading that made you scoff, which alerts him that you’re awake.

Followed by his realization is his heavily husked tone hitting your ears, “Well, good morning to you too.”

You almost smile at his voice alone. Something about it had your heart twinging in an unusual way and your lips twitching before you shifted your head up to look at him, “Mornin’ Cho.”

Choso’s gaze softens as it meets yours and you catch the way his whole expression and vibe seem to come at peace all at once. “How’d you sleep?” Holy shit the rasp in his voice was making your legs twitch against him ever so slightly, your eyes fleeting elsewhere.

“Fine, I think,” You hum, glancing around his bedroom until you spot the TV, “You?” As you ask that, you’ve located the source of lowly volumed music.

“Better than I have in a while,” Choso sighs as his eyes remain on your face, “How do you feel?”

You turn to him again and tilt your head, “I feel okay but uh, better than you have in a while?” You repeat with a lift of your brow, “Good pussy gave you some good rest, huh?”

He rolls his eyes at that question immediately, “Oh but I’m the ‘cocky bastard’.”

A smile graces your face and you shrug, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah,” Choso replies simply, “I guess you could say that.”

You chuckle at that and let out a little hum, to which he grins at you. Was there something in the air? Because Choso was staring at you like you were the only thing he’s ever cared to lay his eyes upon and you couldn’t get yourself to break away from his gaze for a long moment.

“Cho,” You hush out, watching as his brows lift, “Why’s my name saved as Idiot number one in your phone??”

Annnnd moment ruined.

Choso chuckles, “Cause’ you’re idiot number one, duh.”

“Why the number? Are there more idiots you know?” You muse, smiling slightly at the man.

“Two things; one, if there were, would you be jealous? And two, did you just willingly call yourself an idiot?” Your brown-haired best friend huffs out in jest, intrigued by your questions.

You shrug, “One; no. And two; yes.”

Ah, he’s full-on smiling at you now. Something was definitely in the air because Choso hasn’t felt this banter with you in forever and his heartfelt weird experiencing it again. 

Then he’s shaking his head at you, “You’re a dumbass.”

“I have my moments, I suppose,” You hum before slowly moving to sit up. The second you try moving, there’s a throb coming from just about everywhere— more specifically your thighs and back, which causes you to wince and pause in your movements, “Shit.”

Choso’s sitting up along with you and he tips his head to the side, “I asked you how you felt ‘nd you said you were okay.”

You scoff, “I was before I-“

He doesn’t even let you finish before he’s reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing something for you. Then he’s handing said unknown items to you and earning a confused glance from your face.

“Ibuprofen for your pain,” Choso explains, handing you one of two pills, “And uh, morning after for your uh-,” He awkwardly clears his throat as he processes a few things in his head, “So you don’t get, y’know… Since I uh-“

“Fucked me full of your cum last night?” You say bluntly, making his entire face heat up.

“Y-Yeah,” Choso stutters as a very prominent shade of red spreads across his face, “Since I did that.”

You smile at how shy he’s being before taking those pills from his hand, raising a brow at the man as you gesture to them, “So, am I supposed to throat these pills raw?”

“I’m sure you could if you wanted to,” He comments casually while reaching over for a water bottle, “But if you need me to stretch your throat out beforehand just say the word and I’ll-“

“Christ, Choso,” You gasp as you slap your free hand over his mouth. He smiles against you and hands you the water bottle he was reaching for. “How do you get shy from the thought of last night but then all bold two seconds later??” You huff before taking your hand off his mouth and grabbing the water bottle.

Choso shrugs, “Cause’ I almost got you pregnant last night,” He says reluctantly, the tips of his ears burning red, “But I can’t get you pregnant if I fuck your throat.”

You roll your eyes at him before taking the given medicine swiftly. Choso’s smile widens a bit and he quietly watches you gulp down the water and two pills, his eyes unknowingly focusing in on your throat for longer than intended. The way you effortlessly swallow-, which should be expected, you’re only drinking water but…

That small little ahh you let out as the bottle is retracted from your lips, the way you managed to cause a slip of water to escape your mouth, followed by an innocent glance in his direction, and then your eyes are on his and his eyes are on your lips and he just-

“You want to?” You ask casually, earning even more of his undivided attention.

“Want to, what?” Choso murmurs with a soft furrow of his brows.

You chuckle and lean closer to him. Then, you lean down a bit so he can look into your eyes and not at your lips, “Fuck my throat.”

Choso swallows thickly as he gazes deep into your eyes, “Right now?”

You scoff, “No, idiot. I’m sore enough everywhere else-“

“What’s one more place?” He cuts off, suddenly all too interested in the mere idea of face fucking you.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, “Choso.” You murmur sternly.

“I’ll be gentle,” He whispers back, slowly reaching for your waist and carefully pulling you closer to him.

And then you’re on top of him all over again, your thighs spread and straddling him comfortably.

You shake your head, “Cho-“

“I promise,” He urges as he leans back and pulls your upper half with him until he’s resting against his headboard and your face is less than an inch away from his, “I’ll ease my cock in, take it nice ‘nd slow with you if that’s what you want, princess.”

Your body heats up at both his words and how gentle he’s already being, “Choso… We like, just woke up.”

He flashes that stupidly sexy but lazy smile at you, “Not a big fan of morning sex?”

“I actually am but,” You pause for a minute. Your eyes just linger on Choso’s and you feel his hands trail down to your hips, then your thighs, and then he’s squeezing slightly.

Choso leans in, “But…?”

“I’m sore,” You whisper.

“You’re sore,” He echoes as if to say it more to himself than to you. With that, he lets off a little nod before slouching back, “Right. Well, can I at least get a kiss?”

“S’that all you want?” You hum while leaning forward and slipping your arms around his neck.

Choso nods again and his eyes greedily drop down to your lips, “Uhuh.”

His hands start sliding up again, as if he just can’t get enough of touching and feeling you. You grin before your lips are slotting into his, his grasp on you tightening all of a sudden. He feels you whine into the kiss and bites back a smile as his hands continue to slip upward.

Choso’s fingertips dance just barely under the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing (his shirt) and you soon feel him hold onto the bare skin of your hips. His hands weren’t exactly rough but they weren’t the softest either. Choso’s skin was an odd mix of both, some areas were more calloused than the others and you could always tell he used his hands quite a bit.

He slides up again with his touch, holding onto your waist before tugging you even closer and kissing you passionately. You hum against him before he starts easing his tongue into your mouth.

And then the kiss is getting hotter and he’s gasping against your lips when you unintentionally rock your hips against him. 

Choso pries away and drops down to your neck, planting kiss after kiss and relishing in every sigh you let out. “Thought you were sore?” He hums into your skin.

You smile, “I am,” Then you’re tilting your head to give him better access and his hands are dropping back down to your thighs.

“Where?” Choso asks softly while caressing the top of your thighs and still kissing tenderly at your neck.

“The back of my legs, kinda,” You explain quietly with his hands moving the moment you speak, “And my back-, b-but mainly under my thighs.”

“Mh,” Choso hums and then he’s sliding his fingers underneath your thighs and pressing into your skin, earning a noticeable wince from you. “Here?” He whispers.

You nod and he kisses under your jaw, his hands focusing on those sore areas of yours as he massages them carefully. 

This goes on for a while up until your head ends up resting on his shoulder and he massages your legs while you remain seated on top of him. Gasping every time he presses into your skin just right and whining while he soothes your tired muscles, you find your eyes squeezed shut as he touches you.

“Right there, Cho,” You whine, to which he rotates his fingertips against the most recent area he was in.

Choso turns and presses his lips into your neck, “You make this sound so sexual, y’know,” He teases.

You roll your eyes, “It just feels good, a-and I’m not doin’ it on purpose.”

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckles.

Then, the two of you simmer back into that comfortable silence of yours, his hands working your tense skin with care as you remain as still as possible.

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Roughly ten minutes go by until you seem to be a lot more relaxed under his touch. The same artist that’s been playing lowly from the TV can still be heard, Double Fantasy by The Weeknd being the song filling the still air of the room. 

At some point, Choso decides he can start teasing you again and he moves his lips to your ear, “Where else are you sore, pretty girl?” He whispers way too affectionately.

You quickly pull your head away from him and shoot him a pointed look, “I told you my back…��

He meets that little glare of yours with a smirk, “I really did a number on you, huh?” Choso teases while sliding his hands up to your back and soon pressing his fingers against your spine.

You sigh and your lashes flutter in relief, “Uhuh.”

Your best friend continues to soothe you, skillfully running his hands all up and down your back to relieve the tension. And it felt nice to be cared for like this by him. Usually, if you were sick or ever feeling bad— he’d shrug you off and tell you to thug it out (affectionately).

But now? Choso was the sweetest you’ve ever experienced from him. You wondered how long this would last-

“Choso,” You breathe out, having felt his hand wander off.

“Hm?” He hums innocently.

You almost laugh at the man, “That’s my ass.”

He bites back a laugh of his own, “Yeah, I know. You’re not sore here?” Choso questions while he palms and squeezes at the fat of your ass.

“No, Choso,” You snicker, “You just wanted an excuse to touch my ass.”

“Noooo,” He drags out playfully as his smile begins to mirror yours. You raise a brow at him and he quickly folds, “Okay, maybe. But I dunno, I couldn’t help myself. You’re sittin’ on top of me and lookin’ at me like…”

Your head weighs to the side as you search his eyes for an explanation, “Like what?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know how to describe it but it makes me crave you.”

“C-Crave me?” Your lashes bat in surprise and he nods.

Choso’s naturally sleepy features remain neutral as he peers into your eyes, “Mhm.”

You try to laugh his little statement off, “One night with me and now you’re obsessed?”

“Addicted, maybe.” Choso whispers so faintly you almost miss it.

Almost, “Seriously?” You utter in response.

He swallows, sitting there just staring at you while his hand continues mindlessly squeezing your ass. He has such a mellow expression with you right now. You’ve felt comfort with Choso before but never to this degree. Everything about the way he’s looking at you right now is making your heart feel odd.

“No.” He eventually says in a firm tone.

You scrunch your brows, “Cho-“

“I was joking, shut up.” He cuts off— feeling distant with you all over again.

“No you weren’t,” You refute, scoffing at the man, “You really are addicted to me now, aren’t y-“

He’s cutting you off with another kiss, to which you freeze completely. Your brain simply halts at the feel of his lips on yours again. So soft and gentle with you, like he’s been waiting years to do this and wants to sink into this feeling forever. Hell, maybe he has been waiting for years.

It’s nowhere near the first time he’s ever kissed you but, something about your lips on his makes his mind lose all sensible thoughts for a minute. Which is why both of his hands are dropping to your ass and he’s pulling you impossibly closer to him.

He pushes against you a bit harder and you gasp at how needy his hands are on you. Your lips part against him and he gifts your ass with a smack, earning a faint moan from you.

“Fuck,” Choso sears in between your lips, gripping and grabbing at all of you.

Your chest is pressed tightly against his and because of his tight grip on you, you can’t help the gentle rock of your hips against him.

Seconds, it takes mere seconds for you to feel his cock poking up at your unclothed cunt.

Then Choso’s snatching his lips off of yours and dropping to your neck again, “Don’t stop,” He groans, “Please.”

You moan at the way he shifts one hand to your hips and constantly tugs you against him, grunting hotly into your neck as he feels your bare cunt rub against his cock— one flimsy layer left between the two of you.

“C-Cho, we shouldn’t-,” You’re cut off by him gently lifting his hips against you, a soft gasp escaping you instead.

“Why?” He breathes, moving to grab your ass as you grind against him a bit harder, “We have the whole day to ourselves,” Choso whispers.

You toss your head back and he starts sucking on your neck, careful not to leave a mark. “B-Because… we just, hah, we shouldn’t.”

He scoffs, “Scared of noise complaints?”

“No?”

“Should be,” Choso hums as he bites back a throaty groan from the way he feels you right against his tip. “Shit, did you-, hah, notice what I did to the wall yet?”

Your brows twist up before you turn and catch sight of a rather large hole in the wall, one caused by Choso’s previous roughness with you and the bed knocking into it a little too hard.

“Choso!” You gasp, “How the hell did you-“

“I knew I heard somethin’ last night too,” He chuckles, “I was just too wrapped up in you to care.”

“You-“

“I’m sorry,” Choso breathes out almost finally before reenacting his acts from last night and swiftly flipping the two of you over, pinning you down against his bed and rolling his cock down hard against you.

You gasp, “Oh fuck-, why’re you s-so…”

He tilts his head, the veins decorating his arms flexing, “So what?” He breathes.

“Fuckin’ hard,” You nearly laugh, smiling a bit at the man, “We just woke up not too long ago. H-How do you get turned on so easily?”

Choso chuckles as if to taunt you, “You do know I can feel you right?”

“Huh?”

“I’m not the only one turned on,” He scoffs, leaning down to speak while his lips graze yours, “I can feel how wet you are, idiot.”

You gulp, “I…”

Choso nibbles on your lower lip and tugs for a moment before whispering, “Let’s jus’ make it quick, yeah?”

“Choso.” You utter sternly in protest.

“Promise,” He pants, “I promise it’ll be quick-, maybe I’ll jus’ put the tip in, c’mon.” His hips mash down against yours, causing the outline of his erect cock to push further against you.

You moan, “Mgh, but-“

“I need you,” Choso groans, sounding almost pained, “Jus’ a little bit more of you, please,” He whines.

“Fuck, o-okay, fine-“

And then he’s kissing you again, rutting his clothed cock against you over and over while he messily reaches his hands down to his sweats. Snatching at his drawstring, eager to remove the tiring layer of clothing, Choso’s kissing you like his life depends on it.

You’re such an idiot— giving into your best friend for yet a second time in a row. Were you addicted? Isn’t this wrong? Choso’s your best friend. Your best friend.

He’s just about to pull his sweatpants down before he’s rudely interrupted by the ringing of the apartment doorbell.

You both freeze, panting heavily as if you’ve been caught doing something you had no business doing. Gulping, Choso lets out a long and frustrated groan before dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Can we just ignore them?” He asks you.

You giggle, “No, it’s probably one of our neighbors.”

“Oh,” Choso practically smiles at that, “You’re right. They’re probably here to give us an earful about our noise last night. Or well, your noise-“

“Shut up and go answer the door,” You scoff, “I’ll probably be here when you get back.”

“Probably?” Choso questions as he sits up and slides out of his bed.

You shrug, “I might run back to my room while you’re distracted so uh, be quick.”

A wink is sent to the man and he fights the urge to just stare at you in awe. You probably have no idea how you look right now, wearing his shirt, one of the many hickeys he left on you poking out from your collarbone, laying in his bed all tired but horny because of him-

Okay, enough of that for now. Choso shakes himself out of his little reverie and glances around his bedroom floor to spot a different pair of sweats to slip into. He swiftly does so, groaning in discomfort while he turns his back to you and debates on putting a shirt on.

You lay in his bed staring at him, your eyes widening at his back profile and the numerous bright red scratch marks decorating his skin. Damn, did you do that last night?

You almost smile at the sight but in the corner of your eye, for whatever reason, the lyrics to the song from earlier seem to catch your attention. Said song was over by now but the last end of the hook was fading out. Brightly reading the words ‘Even though it’s wrong’.

Now, it’s just a song but you can’t help but find it funny considering you just had sex with Choso last night, and almost again just a few seconds ago. It’s almost like you were forgetting something-

“See what you did t’my back last night?” Choso’s voice tugs you from your mind and you look at him.

Scoffing, “Looks like you were attacked.” You comment teasingly.

Choso tosses the shirt he was considering putting on and shrugs, “Does it?”

“Yeah,” You sigh, laying on your side and watching him glance into his bedroom mirror.

The man turns around briefly to admire the marks left on him and he grins, “Holy shit,” Choso breathes, smiling at the sight, “I looked at it a bit last night but fuck, you clawed at me like crazy.”

“…Did you not feel it while you were fucking me down into the mattress ‘nd telling me to ‘take it’ for like twenty minutes straight?” You ask dryly.

He pretends to think for a long moment and opens his mouth to say something snarky but another ring of the doorbell cuts him off.

“Better go get that,” You hum playfully.

Choso groans, clearly annoyed by the constant interruption before swiftly exiting the room. Entering the hall, passing the living room and the kitchen, and soon approaching the door.

He lets out a yawn as he unlocks the door and soon opens it, “If this is about the noise last night, I jus’ wanna cut this short by sayin’ I’m-, oh,” Choso cuts himself short as he makes eye contact with the person awkwardly standing at the door.

The man in front of him furrows his brows, “I uh-“

Choso interrupts by putting a hand up and glancing back inside the apartment, “Door’s for you!” He shouts back to you. Then, he looks at the person in front of him one more time, sizes him up, and scoffs, “She’ll be out in a sec'.”

The man opens his mouth to reply but Choso rudely slams the door in his face.

Frustrated, and with his mood almost completely ruined, Choso groans again as he makes his way back to his bedroom. As he walks in, he spots you sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at something on the floor before you look back at him over your shoulder.

“What do you mean the door’s for me?” You ask softly, “And uh,” He watches you lean down to pick up a tarnished piece of fabric, “When the hell did you rip my panties?”

“Last night, duh,” Choso huffs out rather sassily before brushing past his bed and heading toward his bathroom.

“You owe me a new pair,” You tell him with a pout on your face.

With no emotion in his voice, “I’ll buy you twenty.” He says curtly before disappearing into his bathroom completely.

You scoff at his sudden attitude and dismissal of your first question, moving to stand on slightly wobbly legs as you extend your arms into the air to stretch. Sighing, you glance around to find your shorts, soon spotting them and slipping into them before exiting the room.

Every step you take, you feel faint soreness but you think the medicine and massage Choso gave you helped your body not to feel too bad. As such, you steadily make your way to the front door— wondering if there’s a package for you or something. You still get the feel you’re forgetting something but between that and Choso’s sudden grumpiness, you just-

Every thought of yours comes to a sudden halt as you swing open the door.

“S-Satoru?” You breathe.

Oh, so that’s what you’d been forgetting. Gojo Satoru, y’know, the guy you’ve been getting along with better than you ever have with any other guy you know, the guy who’s nothing but a gentleman to you, the guy who you were literally dancing with less than twenty-four hours with, the-

Yeah, you get the point. Either way, you’re left staring up at the man with your eyes as wide as ever and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. Staring into Gojo’s kindhearted and dazzling blue eyes, feeling an abrupt rack of guilt lump up in your chest as your mind scrambles for some way to process your situation.

Swallowing thicker than ever, you slowly step out into the hall with him and shut your apartment door behind you, “What uh-, w-why-, what’re you doing here?” You stammer out with the faintest shake in your voice.

Gojo moves to scratch the back of his neck, “If I’m being honest, I’m not too sure myself.”

Blinking in confusion, you tilt your head, “What?”

“I just-,” Gojo sighs, “You didn’t respond at all last night or this morning, so I got a little worried…”

“So… you show up at my apartment?” You question further as you raise a brow at the man.

He winces, “Is that weird-, this, is this weird?” Gojo asks as he gestures to his being here.

Maybe if you weren’t guilty of sleeping with your best friend it wouldn’t be…

“U-Uh, no?” You huff out almost awkwardly, “I just wasn’t expecting you, sorry. My phone died on me last night and I never plugged it up.”

He nods before glancing to the side, “Busy with other things?” 

You choke on your own guilt all over again, “I-I’m sorry?”

“Your roommate said somethin’ about a noise complaint,” Gojo recalls simply as he looks at you once more.

Your brows go up, “Did he? Well, that’s probably from whatever he was up to before I got home.”

Gojo tilts his head at you and you feel as though he could see right through you, “Riight…” He hums, “Anyway, I just came over to make sure you were okay.”

“I appreciate that Gojo but what could’ve possibly have happened to me from last night when you dropped me off to this morning?” You point out to the man with a little laugh. Sure, regret and guilt were eating you alive right now but that still doesn't explain Gojo’s sudden appearance, “I live with someone I’ve known for like eight years.”

“I don’t know-, wait, you’ve known him for eight years?” He redirects as he narrows his eyes at you.

“I met him during my freshman year of high school, Satoru,” You chuckle, “He’s my best friend.”

“Is that all?” Gojo blurts out.

You blink, “Huh?”

The man gulps, having not meant to ask that so suddenly, “Like, are you two just best friends?”

“That’s what I just said, yes.” You reply straightforwardly.

“I-“

Quick to snap back at the man for questioning you in an accusing manner, “Aren’t you and Geto just best friends?” 

“Yeah,” He murmurs.

“Is that all?” You ask with a smirk.

“Of course-,” He cuts himself off with a scoff, “Okay, I see what you did there.”

“Mhm,” You hum, “So if that’s all then uh,” You slowly begin to motion toward the door behind you.

Gojo reaches a hand out, “Wait, are you free today?”

You pause, “Depends on what for.”

“Me,” He shrugs.

“Am I free for you today?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmmmm, I dunno, I gotta check my schedule, Satoru.” You say teasingly as you lean left against the doorframe, “I’m a busy woman, y’know…”

Those pretty rose-tinted lips of his curve into a smirk, “Oh are you now?”

You smile, “Mhmm..”

Gojo takes a little step closer and lifts his shoulders, “Can’t you spare some of your time for your favorite barista?”

“I can consider,” You tell him before eyeing the man up and down, “What did you wanna do with me anyway?”

“Jus’ hang out.” He explains simply.

“That’s all?”

“Mhm.”

Clicking your tongue, “I would but, I was planning on taking a bit of a rain check today.”

“Oh,” Gojo hums, his brows lifting in surprise, “That’s uh-, that’s cool. I mean, yeah, no, that’s-“

“Satoru,” You snort.

He stops himself from making even more of a fool of himself, clearing his throat and meeting your gaze, “Yes?”

Lifting a finger, you gesture him to come closer and he shuffles his feet toward you. Then, you reach up for his shirt and carefully pull him down to you.

“Stop being such a dork,” You sigh with a smile on your face. Then you plant a kiss on his cheek and hug him, “And thank you for coming to check on me.”

Gojo’s body goes still for a moment while you wrap your arms around his neck and push up on your toes to hug him fully. After which, his arms are engulfing your waist and he’s letting out a sigh as he reciprocates your hug.

“Anytime,” He murmurs, his hands caressing your back, “Sorry if I made things weird…”

You chuckle, “You’re fine, Satoru. You jus’ surprised me, that’s all.” You slowly retract from the hug and meet his eyes one last time, “So… I’ll see you Monday morning?”

He nods, “Yeah.”

And with that, the two of you are steady to say your goodbyes to one another— soon parting ways as you watch him leave before disappearing back into your apartment and letting you the heaviest sigh ever.

Silence engulfs you as you stand there at the door for a moment. What are you? Some kinda slut? You literally had sexual interactions with not one, but two men on the same night.

Christ, what the hell got into you last night (aside from Choso)? Now the guilt was really settling in. It hit you earlier when you first laid eyes on Gojo but now that you’ve spoken to him, it’s like you feel even worse.

How could you completely forget him last night? The guy went out of his way to show up the next morning just to make sure you were okay and yet there you were, having just been pulled away from having sex with your best friend for a second time. This was so beyond fucked up-

“Y’know if all else fails,” The sound of your brown-haired best friend speaking tugs you out of your thoughts, “You should really consider acting because that was-“

“Oh my god, Choso,” You instantly let out a long groan, turning around to glance at him standing in the nearby kitchen, “Please shut the hell up.”

He frowns, “What’d I do?”

A sigh of frustration is let out, “Me. You did me, and that’s the problem.”

His face contorts to confusion as your statement hits his ears, “How? It’s not like you’re dating the guy.”

He makes a rather good point there but that doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty about forgetting about him and lying to him. “But I like him.” You argue.

Choso rolls his eyes, “So? What does that-“

“A lot,” You emphasize.

Your best friend cocks his head to the side and crosses his arms, “You like him ‘a lot’ but you let me fuck you last night?” 

At that, your breath is caught in your throat, “I…”

He heaves out a really heavy sigh, “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I won’t say anything to him.”

You meet his gaze with thankful eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Choso shrugs, “We had sex, who cares. Why would I go out of my way to tell him that?”

“Because you hate me and find joy in my suffering,” You comment jokingly.

He laughs, “I don’t hate you.”

“Debatable,” You argue, “But anyway, thanks.”

Then, you move away from the door and slowly start walking in the direction of your bedroom.

“Mhm,” Choso hums, his eyes following you, “So, are we gonna pick up where we left off or-“

You’re quick to cut him off and not allow yourself to let him have his way with you yet again— you feel shitty enough as is, “Not in the mood anymore, Cho.”

Choso, not fazed by your rejection in the slightest, merely nods, “Another time then?”

The last thing you say to him is a crisp, “No.” Before you disappear into your bedroom and shut your door behind you.

There’s the slightest panging felt in Choso’s heart at the sound of that but he ignores that feeling entirely. ‘No’, you said. He scoffs, yeah right, let’s see how long that lasts…

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[goddessofroyalty]

Verse: Zaun Family

The conversation the other day of Viktor’s relationship with Benzo in this verse inspired me to write a scene that almost immediately follows the very first fic that created this whole verse where Jayce and Viktor visit Benzo’s shop after making the deal with Silco.

The vibe I’m going for with Ekko is overexcited child that keeps jumping between topics without even giving others a chance to talk. Hopefully that comes across and he doesn’t just seem to have weird dialogue jumps.

Tags: omegaverse

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“There is somewhere else I would like to visit before we leave,” Viktor says once they leave his family’s home. Silco having agreed that he would help fund their work so long as he got an investors cut of the profits and that Zaun would have use of their results equal to whatever Piltover was guaranteed.

“Sure, of course,” Jayce says. They are in no rush to return Topside and going by Viktor’s siblings reaction it clear Jayce’s new partner did not visit all that often.

Viktor gives a small nod before leading Jayce through the streets with a comfortable ease that helps Jayce believe that this is actually where Viktor grew up.

“Oh, I know this place!” Jayce says when they stop outside a shop.

“What?”

“Yeah, I came down and brought a piece from here when I was building the prototype,” Jayce explains as Viktor pushes the door open to the shop. “Nothing in Piltover seemed to be working and-“

“Viktor!”

Jayce lets his words break off at the excited call of a child. The boy who had seemed far too young to be watching a shop when he had previous visited leaping over the counter to run to them.

“I didn’t know you were coming down. Benzo’s out back checking the books. But more importantly what are you working on currently? I’m trying to fix an old clock I found and can’t figure it out,” the boy rambles excitedly before stopping and looking at Jayce. He looks back at Viktor with a finger pointed at Jayce. “What’s he doing with you?”

“He is my, uh, work partner,” Viktor explains, before looking over at Jayce. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah!” Jayce says trying to remember the name the kid told him when he visited. He had asked! But he hadn’t exactly thought it was something he needed to remember. Now though it feels very important so he doesn’t accidently offend someone who is clearly a friend of Viktor’s.

“Uh, Ekko?” Neither Viktor nor the boy react so that must be it. Good. “Ekko served me when I was here. He gave me a good deal!”

Viktor and Ekko share a glance. And shit- was he wrong about the name?

“I’ll go tell Benzo you’re here,” Ekko says, running out the back of the shop. And Viktor starts walking around the shelves, moving things around in his search. Completely comfortable despite no-one from the shop being there to make sure he isn’t stealing anything but Jayce figures Viktor knows better what he’s allowed to do then Jayce is.

“You know it’s nearing closing time Viktor,” the man who Ekko returns with says and Viktor’s head bops up from where he had bent over to look at something, both hands still resting on his cane.

“You would not close on me.”

“Right you are,” the man, another alpha Jayce realizes, says like is a familiar joke between the two of them. He leans against the main counter apparently content to just watch while Ekko grabs a small crate, taking it over to Viktor. It doesn’t take long for him to notice Jayce as well. His eyes clearly running up and down Jayce from behind his glasses. “I see you brought a Piltite down with you.”

Viktor doesn’t respond, probably because Ekko is already talking to him again.

“You still haven’t told me what you are working on Viktor,” Ekko says as he follows Viktor around. Viktor putting things in the crate he apparently wants. Jayce wonders how many kids in the Undercity look up to Viktor like Ekko clearly does. It makes sense seeing how smart and amazing Viktor is that they would.

“Something big,” Viktor tells him, before pausing. “Actually something small, but if it works then we will make it big.”

“Cool! Can I help?”

“Not right now. But, uh, if it goes how we think it will then in the future… maybe.”

Jayce leaves the two to their discussion. Ekko had been so serious when he had served Jayce the last time but now he has the excitement a child should. Jayce doesn’t want to accidently ruin it if the kid is shy around strangers.

Instead he goes over to where Benzo is watching them from the shop counter.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jayce Talis,” he says, offering a handshake.

“Benzo.” The man’s grip is similar to Vander’s in how firm it is. Maybe Jayce needs to work on a firmer handshake if they will be doing more business in the Undercity going forward. It seems to be the way down here. “Do you know what you’re getting into with that one?”

“What?” Jayce knew Viktor was brilliant and that he was willing to break into the Dean’s office to prove Jayce’s theories right.

It hits him that Viktor’s family had assumed they were together like a couple and that it’s probably what’s happening again.

“Oh we’re not. Uh- Viktor’s my work partner. Not- ah.”

“What are you working on together?”

“Well-“

“Jayce, can you come here?” Viktor calls before Jayce can start to explain what he hopes will become Hextech. He holds a hand up to Benzo to pause the conversation before going to where Viktor and Ekko are.

“Do you think you can carry that back with us?” Viktor asks with a nod to what looks like an old rusted motor.

“Are you sure you want it? It looks pretty broken.” They can probably get something newer in Piltover.

“Yes. I have an idea,” Viktor says which is good enough for Jayce. So he goes to see if he can pick it up.

“Yeah, should be able to.” The motor is heavy but not too bad. Jayce feels confident he can take it and the crate of other things Viktor has picked out.

“Good,” Viktor says, heading back to the counter, Jayce following behind Ekko.

“You just came here to take my stuff and leave then?” Benzo asks, suddenly pulling Viktor into a hug. Which seems a bit forward but maybe Viktor knows the man more than just a shop he frequents. Or maybe people are just more affectionate in the Undercity.

Not that Jayce could ever picture the Zaun Representative being that affectionate with anyone. But he also wouldn’t have thought he would live under a bar and had five kids or that one of them would be someone like Viktor.

“You said you were nearly closing,” Viktor says, but he leans into the alphas side, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before they pull away. “I will be back next week. Ekko has made me promise to help with the clock he is working on.”

“Has he now?” Benzo asks glancing at the boy who gives a wide smile that even Jayce knows is a claim to innocence. Benzo lets out a huff before going around to behind the counter and taking the seat by the register. “Always tinkering with something you two.”

“You get to sell things that work instead of being junk because of us!” Ekko protests, climbing up onto the counter itself to sit.

“Alright, I’ll give you that.”

There’s an awkward lull in conversation before Jayce realizes they probably should be getting back if they want to make it back home at a decent hour.

“How much do we owe you?” he asks, reaching into his coat to where his money is.

Benzo’s expression suddenly hardens.

“Don’t insult me boy,” he says firmly and Jayce freezes while the man points to Viktor. “I have known Viktor since he was first born. He does not pay here.”

“Really?” That explained why Viktor had seemed so familiar with the man. It kind of nice to be meeting Viktor’s family and friends in the Undercity after how little Viktor had talked about any of them.

“Yep. Still feels like only yesterday that he was a tiny thing that I could hold in one arm when Silco’d let me even look at him. Not that I blame him mind-“

Whatever he was going to say is cut off by Viktor making a kind of hissing noise and suddenly pushing in front of Jayce.

“Jayce is not interesting in stories from when I was a baby,” he says. Which, actually, Jayce would be very interesting in hearing how Viktor grew up to be the amazing person he is now. Viktor turns to face him before he has a chance to voice that exact fact. “It is time for us to go.”

“We can stay a bit longer if you like.” It’s not as if Jayce is a stranger to a late night and Jayce doesn’t think he can remember Viktor ever visiting the Undercity since they started working together. He’s happy to let his partner catch up with the people who care about him.

“No, no. There is work I want to do,” Viktor insists. He turns to Benzo a finger raised before dropping it again. “We will be going.”

“Of course. I know better than to try and argue with you,” Benzo says, with his hands held up in surrender. “See you next week still?”

“Yes, yes, next week,” Viktor agrees. Grabbing the crate and balancing it against the side his cane isn’t on. Quickly heading back towards the door.

“Nice to meet you,” Jayce says, picking up the engine and jogging the gap to catch back up to Viktor.

[oldwritingm]

Hello again! Let's see... Maybe... Some Creeps again? With... an insecure type character. Think slashers who wear masks in American horror type. Your choice once again, have fun my friend! Congratulations!

~ Shatter

Tysm Shatter!! I decided to do Toby for this one, hope that's cool :3

Word count: 1.1k

Creepypasta - Just Two Slashers ("Ticci" Toby) (700 follower event)

The evening air was heavy with moisture; you were certain it was going to rain. The dark trees along the road all whispered among themselves in the breeze, and for a moment you were entranced. Peaceful, even.

And then came Toby.

“Y/n! There you are!”

Tobias Rogers; the mysterious friend you’d made not too long after moving here. You guessed he lived in the woods too; maybe not these woods (you’d been searching for years for the “huge” house Toby claimed he lived in), but the woods somewhere. He always talked about life in the backwoods; but that wasn’t why you two got along so well. Any two strangers can bond over living in similar biomes—no, you both killed people. Often. For different reasons, sure, but that was something that no one else in the world could bond over.

He was jogging towards you eagerly, his mask and goggles still donned.

“How can you run in those?” You asked as he approached.

“I dunno, how can you do anything with that bulky ass mask?”

You shrugged, backing down immediately. Beneath “that bulky mask” you were reddening.

“C’mon, I was just teasing. I know why you wear it.”

“And I know why you wear your stuff.”

“Yeah. Sucks to be ugly, huh?” He joked. “Not that you’re ugly, though. I actually think you’re pretty hot.”

“You do?”

Instead of responding, Toby gripped your hand and started walking down the road.

For a while he didn’t say anything. He drummed his finger against the back of your hand, hummed, clicked his tongue, but made no conversation whatsoever.

You would’ve spoken up, but a lump in your throat stopped you. So, you took to responding to him in his language. You tapped your finger against his hand.

He glanced over at you, then began tapping rhythmically. At first you thought he was drumming the beat to some song, but then you decided that he was just being sporadic. You tried to mimic his pattern.

“I thought we were doing morse code.”

“Is that what that was?”

Toby shrugged. “I dunno. I don’t know morse code.”

You both burst out in laughter, squeezing each other’s hands affectionately. 

“Anywho, I think it’s gonna rain.”

“Yeah…”

“Everyone else will be inside.” “I should hope they’re already inside; it’s past dark now.”

“Man, don’t say that! I was thinking more, like, shucks, everyone’s inside.”

You quirked up a brow. “Why would you want someone to be… oh, wait.”

Toby nodded slowly, and you could hear the smile in his voice when he said: “Yeah.”

“Don’t tell me it is telling you to… you know.”

“Kill someone? Nah, I just wanted to mess with some losers.”

“Oh. ‘Cause… I mean, I wouldn’t mind if we—if…”

Toby knew what that meant. You had someone in mind. Someone who wronged you in the past, someone who you thought might’ve seen you as you walked the backroads late at night, someone who just gave you the vibe of someone who’d hate you… there were a lot of them. You made lists.

“Let’s see the list.”

Toby glanced over the sheet of notebook paper you’d torn from your journal, then crumpled it up in his pocket. “Got it.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, I’ll get to it eventually…” Toby sighed.

Suddenly you felt a little guilty. “I mean, you don’t have to… I don’t mind… uh, doing it myself. It was nice of you to offer, though.”

“Nah, I’ll do it. Just whenever the man wants some trouble stirred up again. Not tonight.”

“What should we do tonight, then?”

“Hm… let’s go to that one lake.”

“...The one that I live by? The lake that you’ve been to countless times when you visit me?”

“Yeah! That one!”

And so it was decided with an exasperated sigh and a blameless snicker—you’d go to the lake.

The moon was high by the time you reached the lake, and its reflection shimmered on the surface. The clouds were clearing now, but still you smelled rain.

“Let’s swim.”

You clenched your fists anxiously. “The water will be freezing, Toby!”

But he was already walking into the water. Yes, walking, not taking any layers off at all. For a second you watched in disbelief, unable to move at all. Then you huffed, sighed, and followed suit.

“Why doesn’t wearing more layers protect you from the cold? This shit sucks!!” Toby, enraged, started walking back out of the water, but only after he had gone far out enough to submerge his head several times.

“I tried to tell you,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched him hold his arms out like a scarecrow as he went, clothes dripping profusely.

“This was a very bad idea! Why did you let me do this? Aw…”

Before the guilt of the accusation could settle in, he was onto a new topic. “That’s crazy, though. Who knew a sweater wouldn’t protect you from cold water? Stupid. Can we warm up in your cabin please?”

Eager to help, you jumped at the opportunity. “Of course.”

You didn’t have much in your cabin, but you had a wood stove and a kettle and two cups. Hot tea warmed your bellies while the fire warmed your skin. You were both wearing pairs of your oversized pajamas, your other clothes being soaked and freezing.

Beneath your respective blankets you both huddled closer to yourselves, rubbing your arms and tucking strands of sticky hair away from your faces. 

Your knee was pressed against Toby’s, and suddenly you felt his hand resting half on his knee, half on yours.

You could see wheels turning in his head for a few seconds before he removed his hand.

“Nah, you’re even colder than I am. I was gonna suggest we huddle for more warmth, but… you’re, like, icy.”

“Unlucky me,” you laughed, nudging Toby good-naturedly. 

“Unlucky me. This totally would’ve been a good chance to hold you without all those bulky clothes on. You’re cute with them on, but with just your pajamas? Yeesh.” He sensed your owlish gaze. “That was a good ‘yeesh,’ by the way.”

You looked down bashfully. “I… think you look good in pajamas, too.”

“Really?! Gah, why do you have to be so cold? I would totally hug you right now.” Toby wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, huffing in frustration.

You had to laugh again. “Maybe next time, tiger.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, lowering himself to lay on his back. “Next time.”

He would be gone in the morning. You never knew where he went—he always insisted it was too dangerous for you to know. But he would be back. And you’d be waiting. 

Thank you so much for taking part in the event!! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <3

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

-You're Mine-

Part 2

Part 1

Leonardo x f! reader

MINORS DNI NSFW CONTENT

Leo's in his thirties, written with bayverse in mind but can apply to any iteration (it has Rise F! Leo vibes for sure)

Tags: exhibitionist, smut, no plot, swearing, spanking, hair pulling, Dom Leo, rough sex, p in v

this is baby's first smut, so hopefully it's ok! sry lol but I hope y'all like it! I had fun writing it heheh

I think I’m going to open up requests for one-shots or head cannons and stuff after this so lmk if you want smthn or want to be tagged in future works

Oh, no. You'll have to pay for disobeying a direct order like that, Kitten. You know the rules."

Leo pulled your head to the side, exposing the skin at your neck. With a smirk, he bit and licked a slow, agonizing trail from your collarbone to your ear, pulling another whine from your throat as he left hickey after hickey on your tender flesh. You could feel the heat pooling in your abdomen, desperate for his touch and growing every second.

Leo could smell your arousal grow stronger as he continued his torment, and as he dragged his tongue over the shell of your ear, he let out a low chuckle.

“So... what do you think your punishment should be, darling?”

You were so horny you couldn’t think straight. He had driven you to the brink of madness, and the only thing that was keeping you secured to Earth was the slight feeling of cold from the windowpane in front of you. You searched for an answer, but your mind was blank.

He gave a light tug on your hair and spoke in your ear again, his voice growing husky with his own desire.

“I’m waiting.”

You bit your lip, biting back a moan that threatened to betray just how wet he was making you. The slick in your panties was threatening to overflow, your clit throbbing with how desperate you were becoming.

“I-ahh..Le-I..”

You had tried to answer him, but as soon as you spoke Leo bit into your neck again, licking and sucking at the skin so deeply that your eyes closed and the moan you had been holding back escaped.

Releasing your neck, Leo looked down at his work and grinned. The hickey you’d have later was definitely punishment enough for having started without him tonight, but for now he’d keep that little secret to himself.

“Sorry, Kitten. I didn’t quite understand you. Care to try again?”

You shook your head no.

“All right, then. Are you going to behave now?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Leo released your hair and arm, but did not let you move from the window. He remained behind you, hands running over your body and admiring the meal before him. He ran a finger under a bra strap and snapped it against your skin.

“Did you buy this for me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you might like it, with the lace and all.”

He smirked.

“Oh, I do.”

Leo gripped the fabric of your panties and ripped them completely in half, tearing the lace off of your frame.

You yelped in surprise, heart racing but excited. He chuckled to himself and tossed the shredded underwear aside, and then turned back to you. There was a dark look to his eyes as he spoke.

“Hands on the window.”

The glass was cold to the touch compared to how hot your skin was. It felt good, but made you incredibly aware that you were very much exposed to the streets of New York should anyone happen to look up.

Leo undid your bra and let it fall to the floor, your nipples immediately hard as the cold from the night seeped through the glass. He ran his hands over your ass, squeezing and grunting low with approval as your taut flesh molded against his hands.

“Since you were so eager to put on a show earlier, how about I take over and help you out?”

He reached around your front and dragged a savoringly slow graze over your core. You could feel Leo's body tense behind you, and a low, appreciative growl escaped his lips.

"Fuck, Kitten. You're so wet."

He gently eased a finger past your folds, circling over your clit. With his other hand he gripped your breast, squeezing and rolling your tender nipple. You whined and arched against him, so incredibly sensitive to every sensation he gave you.

His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "You like putting on a show, baby?"

You could only moan in response, the intensity of his touch rendering you speechless. His fingers moved with deliberate, teasing strokes, building the tension within you. He kissed down your neck, his lips trailing fire as they went, while his hand on your breast continued its torturous play. Every movement, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you crave more of his relentless attention.

Leo swept his thick finger over your clit again and plunged it deep inside your center as you let out a strangled cry, the pleasure incredible and overwhelming. You felt the familiar stretch around him as he withdrew and entered you again, pushing two fingers inside your aching core. Another filthy moan escaped you as you struggled to stay standing, lust fogging your brain. The wetness from your core gushed over his fingers as he fucked you with his hand, adding to the incredible sensations of his palm grinding against your clit. As he deliciously ground into you, Leo started talking into your ear.

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? So wet, you thinking about what'd I'd do when I came home and found you?"

He twisted your nipple between his fingers when you didn't respond immediately, ripping another pained mewl from you.

"Y-yyes, ssi-ir."

"It was hot, watching you from across the street. But I couldn't believe how disobedient my little Kitten was, she couldn't even wait a few minutes."

He audibly tsk'd, and pulled his hand away from your dripping pussy. You felt him shift to the side as he lifted his fingers to your mouth, your slick glistening on his skin in the glow from the city lights outside. Knowing what he wanted, you opened your mouth reflexively and took his fingers as deep as you could, swiping them clean with your tongue. Leo's eyes were dark with want as he watched you.

"Touch yourself."

As you continued to suck on his fingers your hand trailed down to your core, your own fingers sweeping needy glides over your bud. The aching hunger began to build again, your clit throbbing with each pass of contact. Leonardo let out a low churr as you sucked on him, gagging against his knuckles. There was a wicked look to his smirk as he watched you choke on his hand.

He took his hand from your mouth and shifted behind you again. You moved your hand from your clit to return it to the window, but he growled in your ear.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

You continued teasing yourself, but as the ache grew it was harder to focus; Leo would not be happy if you came without permission. Looking out the window, you tried to distract yourself with the city skyline as you slowly drew closer. You were so focused, you almost missed the sound of Leo's pants hitting the floor.

"Oh, you're gunna be, Kitten."

Leo grabbed your hips and thrusted deeply into you, ripping a guttural wail from your throat. His hips pounded into you at a brutal pace, fully sheathing himself to the hilt with each stroke. His thick cock stretched you so tight it was almost painful, but it felt so fucking good.

Your hand still swirled against your nub, the arousal and pleasure coming in waves and threating to crash over you. As if he could read your mind, Leo grunted between slaps of flesh against plastron.

"Don't cum- until I tell you to."

You were so fucked-out, all you could do to respond was moan in ecstasy.

"Mmm-ahh-yy-"

Whap.

Leo smacked your ass again, this time hard enough to leave a nice, three-fingered red mark. You keened again, feeling more slick gush around his cock as he continued to ravage you.

"What was that?"

"Yy-yee-ess..ss-irr-"

"Say my name."

He shifted his hips slightly and thrust into you again, this angle somehow even deeper than before. Your head fell against the glass with a scream, your body practically pressed onto the cold pane for anyone to see. You didn't care, all you could think of was Leo. Leo Leo.

"Yy-es Leo," you choked out.

He picked up his pace, pounding into you harder and harder.

"Say it again, baby. I want to hear you beg."

You wailed against the glass, every thrust from Leo causing your sex to vibrate with pleasure. You were seeing stars. If he didn't let you cum soon, you were going to pass out.

Focus.

Your cries were wanton and hoarse as you summoned all the remaining braincells you had left to obey his request.

"Fu-ck yes, Leonardo. Pl-ease baby, plea-se fuck me-e. I n-need you, Leo."

His grip on your hips tightened, and you could feel his thighs start to shake against yours. As he came, you felt his white hot pulse shoot through your body, thrumming and buzzing in your veins. Still thrusting, he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Come for me."

Your release was intense as you finally let yourself go, the feeling of his cum dripping down your hand as you swirled over your clit sending you over the edge. Your vision started to blur as the pleasure enveloped you, your moans needy and languid. Leo continued to fuck into you, groaning into your shoulder as you clenched around him. You were both shuddering with pleasure, muscles shaking from exhaustion.

As you came down from your highs, he stopped his movements and pulled you both from the window. He laid down on the couch, draping you over his plastron. Leo lovingly moved your hair from your face as you looked at him. You smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiled back. His eyes were full of adoration and something else in the light, but it was too dark to tell. "I was just thinking that I should catch you misbehaving more often."

You both laughed, settling in to snuggle for a little while longer...or at least until you could walk again.

[notenoughdragons]

so i caved yesterday after *gestures* all of that on the other side of the pond, and bought veilguard (meant to wait till the first bugfix patch is out), and i have thoughts

(spoilers for the first few quests)

fucking adore the character creator. overwhelming as heck but God a+

addendum: why tf aren't there different lip/mouth shapes. we have like 30 eyelash options. i'm p sure da:i had diff mouth shapes

THERE'S NO QUICK SAVE/LOAD OPTION???? why on god's green earth

the photo mode is NEAT (tip, get yourself reshade plus the "mod" that allows hiding the UI, so you can do screenshot nonsense in cutscenes too)

it took me like 15 min to get rid of the quest marker bc that shit is hidden in Two diff menus but oh my god so worth it

on that note, i'm Really enjoying the area/level/dungeon design, and traversing it Without an annoying big blue star thing blinking at you is really good

the environments are just. unhinged in the best way. THE CROSSROADS? D'META VILLAGE?? THE OSSUARY???? perfect no notes

have i mentioned the hair? the hair is really good. i'm a lttle obsessed with the style i gave my rook, i didn't think i'd like it this much

okay let's talk plot bc. uh.

see, on the one hand? so far (recruited bellara and got the dagger and fucked around in the crossroads and am currently getting murdered by murdering calivan so lucanis will murder for Me) it… works for me? like it really feels like getting thrown into the DEEP deep end, but it's a kind of. idk. sensible progression?

and oh my god ghilan'nain. i kinda hate how normal she comes across in the memory dungeon lab? (which. AMAZING QUEST) but also i love that SHE'S UNHINGED, that solas clearly held sympathies for her, the way i YELLED when you hear her voice when that dragon shows up in the blighted village??? amazing

(NO fucking idea how this would play for someone who's not familiar with the series, good lord the amount of exposition crammed randomly into codex cards???)

that being said. how the fuck does this connect from trespasser/tevinter nights. solas what Happened to you. like this is (part of) why i'm Not using saar as the inq in this run, bc even pretending they Weren't madly in love, it doesn't work. i don't think it works for Any inquisitor who befriended/romanced him (unless maybe one who decided to go full scorched earth and hunt him down at all costs)

in meta terms i know why this is happening but How is varric our insight point into solas and the connection to him. even if you're not playing them, this Should be the inq. solas doesn't lose a single fucking word about anyone But the inquisitor in trespasser. it's just this really tragic dissonance y'know

also the way this game is frontloaded is so fucking funny (i am also choosing to find it funny). IMMEDIATELY unleash the evanuris. IMMEDIATELY get solas trapped somewhere so he can't use his not-god powers to help you. FIRST "normal" quest is a horror movie walkthrough of The Most Blighted Village You Can Imagine, like okay! solas spends all of da:i being fucking coy about the blight and now it's like 'the evanuris are blighted. yeah they used the blight for power that's why i trapped them. they got out and immediately start spitting blight everywhere For Power. the REST of the blight is trapped in the evanuris prison. yeah the black city IS the evanuris prison. also blight is alive too. uh what else'

sidenote. did. did no one think it was A Little Weird to frame it like 'solas is trapped in the fade' - 'but not like us! we're also trapped in the fade but in a completely different way!'

i do love the fade conversations, it's got dishonored vibes

(and cut-away scenes to the Villains Having Ominous Convos! i liked that in da:o)

also i have hints turned on and the. the little pop-ups. "solas remembers your verbal jab" THANKS GAME

ACTUALLY SPEAKING OF THOSE VILLAIN CONVERSATIONS. we're just gonna drop into a fucking codex that the lyrium dagger IS the red lyrium idol??? SOLAS CAN CLEANSE THE BLIGHT AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT????

basically. the connective tissue to da:i etc is uhhhh. insane. bonkers, even. but also when i ignore that, it's legit fun??

also good lord i'm glad i didn't try to come up with a super specific character/backstory for this, the faction backstories are Real specific, and rook is written with a v definitive Slant (not a bad one! but there IS a slant)

[suna1suna1]

The Open Backpack | MD Oneshot

Mild finale spoilers!

640 words

N/Uzi (Established)

N/Uzi/V (Kinda, not quite established yet lol)

Putting this here bc it's silly and I'm playing with turning it into a comic at some point but I don't want to make a whole new thing for it on ao3 so hi!

Uzi kept a lot of things in her backpack. Many of these things would have had V teasing her in a heartbeat if she were ever to find out, and N just wouldn't get it unless she showed them to him. Which she was not doing. Nope, not even a little. 

But most of all, she couldn't let them know she was into magical girl anime. If anyone found out about it, her reputation as the emo girl would be ruined, she was sure of it. 

Though in hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have left the bag open in the middle of class. 

Lizzy found it first, reaching over to the open backpack and pulling out a very battered--very pink--volume of Mariner Satellite. "What's this?" she asked, her voice thick with disgust. 

"Mine!" Uzi screeched as she snatched it from Lizzy's hands. "Stay out of my frickin' stuff!" 

The teacher cleared his throat, leveling both of them with a very tired, very I'm so done look. Uzi shoved the manga back in her bag and huffed as she looked pointedly away from Lizzy, pulling her bag under her desk.  

Someone tapped her shoulder, and Uzi's heart skipped a beat when she saw N looking at her curiously from where he sat behind her. "What's that?" he asked quietly. 

A warning popped up on Uzi's interface that she was blushing, and she looked away quickly. "Nothing. Just a super cool ninja manga! Yeah!" 

"Ooh, neat!" N replied, and Uzi's stomach dropped as she realized her mistake. "Could you show me after class?" 

Uzi panicked and nodded. 

Uh oh... 

Maybe he'll forget about it, Uzi told herself as the clock ticked closer and closer to the end of class. Or I can escape before he realizes I'm gone! 

But he didn't, and she couldn't. There was a bottleneck as the last class of the day ended and all the other students clamored to leave. N was next to her immediately, ready to take her hand (gross, PDA...) and leave the room with her. "So what's that manga? Ninjas sound cool!" 

Uzi laughed nervously. "Uh... Yeah! They are!" 

"It's not about ninjas," said Lizzy with a smirk. "It's all about the sparkle." 

"Ooh!" N exclaimed. "Like the stuff V's been drawing?" 

Uzi gave him a bewildered look. "Drawing?" she asked. 

"Yeah! We've been using that manga drawing book. V's getting really good! She likes the magical girls and stuff, especially if they look like spies." 

"Huh... I never took V for a magical girl fan." 

"Uh huh, because you're oblivious." 

V stood in the doorway, an eyebrow arched at Uzi. "I don't talk about Mariner Satellite with you around because I know you'll be weird about it, but I know you've snuck into my locker." 

Uzi blushed guiltily. "I wasn't looking at the posters. I just wanted one of the arms you keep in there." 

N narrowed his eyes at V. "V, I thought we agreed no more killing--"

"I'm not, dummy," V interrupted. "I broke into Doll's stash. She had a crap-ton of drones stockpiled." 

"Oh! Right." 

"Anyway," Uzi said. "...I guess if V's already into it... You guys... maybe wanna watch the anime with me...? Sometime...?" 

N grinned. "Anime date!" 

"It's not a date!" Uzi and V looked at each other, startled that they'd both said it in sync. Uzi didn't miss the blush lines on V's visor before she turned away. "Whatever," V continued. "Remake or original?" 

"Original," Uzi replied. "The remake follows the manga better, but the vibes just aren't the same." 

V shrugged and walked back out through the door, looking over her shoulder. "Are you guys coming or what?" 

N grabbed Uzi's hand in his, offering her a smile while she tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she left the classroom with him. 

[rafedaddy01]

Part 1

You not know who you’re dealing with (r.c) pt2

A/n: I decided to make this a first person pov

Not proof read

“I told you, you don’t know who you’re dealing with” Rafe said as he tossed my bunched up panties at me and grabbed his shirt off the floor, putting it back on he headed for the bedroom door.

And that was the story of how I met Rafe Cameron. Kook king, and as I have come to learn, the towns biggest asshole.

He slept with anything and everything that could move, he had a bad drug problem and despite what I may have said that night, he is nothing like Sarah.

It’s been a few weeks since that party and me and Sarah are still tight. I go over sometimes and I see Rafe, but he doesn’t make eye contact with me. It’s like he’s trying to avoid me.

“Hey Rafe!” I finally said.

I was over after school doing some math homework with Sarah and came down to the kitchen to get a snack. There he was, leaning on the counter with a class of whiskey in his hand. He looked pissed but I didn’t realize that until his blazing red eyes turned to face me.

“What the hell are you doing here” his voice was cold, distant, no emotion whatsoever. So why did it make me wanna strip immediately for him and get on me kne- focus!

“Uh, just doing some homework with Sarah” I said shifting around his body and grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl.

His gaze never left mine, for a brief moment it looked like he checked me out.

“How- uh- how have you been?” I said biting my lip and looking at the ground, cursing myself for still standing here. He clearly didn’t care and I felt so stupid. But I couldn’t help it, that night he made me feel something. Something I haven’t felt in a long time and it was exciting.

He scoffed as his jaw tightened, he gave me one last look over and smirked before pushing the slide door open and exiting, just like he did that night when his lips were so deliciously wrapped around my- no! Focus girl!

“Hey Sarah” I said walking back into her room. She nodded up at me but didn’t say anything, clearly too focused on her homework.

“Why is your brother such an asshole” I broke the silence. I didn’t even know why I was asking her, I’ve only know this girl for a few weeks and I’m already prying on her personal life.

“Oh no. What did Rafe do this time?” She said sighing and tossing her pencil down.

“Oh no he didn’t do anything, really. He just seems- I don’t know, distant?” I said.

“Yeah Rafes always been like that. He’s a little… strange” she said looking at the carpet.

“Anyway. I’m going to hangout with John b tonight, wanna come?” She said wiggling her eyebrows at me and smirking.

As we met up with the rest of the gang who I’ve hung out with a couple times, they were nice and I always had fun with them, but I couldn’t help thinking about what Sarah said. I felt bad for Rafe, he seems so misunderstood. There’s a story there and I intend to find out.

Tonight was something called the bonfire, so we were all gathered on the beach, kooks and pouges, which apparently is a forsaken rival of the two, weird town.

Kie was sitting with a group of hippies smirking and exposing pollution to them, JJ and John b were handing out beers too a bunch of tourists and trying to score, pope was talking to some girl about a dead body, Sarah and me were sitting on a log in front of the fire.

“Sarah!” A gentleman’s voice said coming up behind us, he was gorgeous, like that boy next door vibe but he looked drunk as he slurred his words and stumbled over to the log. “Top, what do you want” Sarah sounded annoyed.

Top, as she called him, sat down on the log between me and here. “I miss you baby, why did you leave me?” He said nuzzling into her.

He smelt like alcohol mixed with weed and vomit, I had to actually plug my nose and try not to throw up as I watched there interaction.

She pushed him off and he scowled. “What? Is that pouge sick better? Seriously Sarah? You know you could have had a good life with me, I would have given you everything you wanted but instead you were such an ungrateful little bitc-“

“Topper!” A voice beamed from behind us, I turned to make eye contact with Rafe.

His chest puffed out as he strided over to us.

He walked up to topper and got up in his face. “I told you to leave it alone man! What the hell are you doing here” he slapped topper on the back of the head and pushed him away from our group, topper obeyed like a little lap dog and scurried away.

Rafe stopped and turned his head to look at Sarah, he scoffed and shook his head. He then made eye contact with me, my heart was thudding in my chest. He held his gaze for what seemed like hours and I could see pain, sorrow, heartbreak and danger wrapped in his blue orbs. All too soon he disconnected his gaze and stormed off towards topper.

“Let’s go” Sarah said grabbing my hand and leading me towards Rafes car.

“Where are we going? What happened, Sarah are you okay?”

“I’m fine, topper was my ex and I- I cheated on him with John b, he’s also Rafes best friend and it’s all just a shit show, but we’re going home, let’s go”

We got in the back of Rafes truck, he glared at me through the rear view mirror before starting the engine and driving off.

Tonight was Friday so I told my parents I would be sleeping at Sarah’s.

“Thanks for letting me stay again” I said as I help her pull the fancy comforter and pillows off her bed.

“Of course! We’re friends and it’s what friends do. Now, if you need anything at night I’m kind of a sound sleeper so just feel free to get up and roam” she smiled as we climbed in bed and slept.

I woke up with a strangely dry throat, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Sarah’s parents were home, besides her little sister wheezie and Rafe.

I poured myself a glass of water and sat up on the counter, the moonlight was lighting the whole room and it was quite beautiful. I sat there for a few minutes just watching.

I finally decided to head back up, turning around I saw Rafe leaning on the wall not to far just watching me, shirtless.

Oh my god oh my god.

“Rafe! You scared me” I laughed as I poured more water and headed towards the stairs.

“You should be scared, pretty girl” he said as I passed him.

“What do you mean?” I turned back around and he was so close I could smell the coke off him.

“You really wanna find out?” He said coming closer to my face.

“Like I said that night, I dare you” my voice was a whispered but because he was so close he heard me perfectly.

He grinned as he plucked the glass out of my hand and downed it.

He walked back over to the kitchen counter and placed the glass down.

“Hey!” I whispered-yelled as I approached him

I barley had time to say anything else as he smashed his lips to mine, I automatically became limp, falling into his arms and letting him smother me.

I moaned into his mouth which he devoured and groaned back, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He turned us around so my ass hit the cool counter.

He kissed my neck and down my exposed chest.

My head was thrown back as his fingers came between my legs and rubbed me through my pajama shorts.

“Rafe.. please” I whined as he teased me.

“You don’t know how I’ve wanted to taste this pussy again” he grunted as he teased harder.

“Fuck, please!” I begged.

“Not Ike this” he whispered, kissing my lips softly and pulling back.

Just like that Rafe Cameron disappeared into the night.

Just like he did that night, and now I’m wet and horny all over again!

@mysterioussmae @f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

hfjone liveblog bc I've heard this one is intense and i don't want to wait for the 29th to be shattered again /hj

using this playlist

EPISODE 1

0:04 - okay so this is already starting out WAY different than the other ones I've seen /positive. like. just from STARTING to watch this I feel this like. aura of "yeah this is going to be INTENSE" and- oh hey chess pieces

1:04 - character that isn't named after the object they are?? WHAT HE'S GONE????

(credits) - woah okay. WOAH OKAY. so, confirmation that it takes place on (an alternate timeline) earth. watching this kinda made me think about like. the sort of energy? of the start of each object show. like, ii is really upbeat, a bit low quality but made with passion, reminds me of total drama a bit, probably bc of MePhone's voice in ep1. bfdi had a gameshow vibe from the very beginning, it felt simultaneously natural and manufactured. but ONE? one is dark. one is the blues. one is six people being kidnapped. it feels like, idk. muffled sound. tv static. like an ellipses in 102pt font. silence demanding not to be filled.

●●●

anyway onto episod- oh there's a post credits scene

I- ..YOU SEE?? like that silence is LOUD AS FUCK. like that's "deep in an alleyway you're lost and alone" kind of silence, even though the scene was a grocery store. like the energy this series is radiating reminds me of WHITEPINE.

EPISODE 2

4:23 - sorry to keep mentioning ii while watching this but like. that limb thing is...familiar

14:08 - the fact that it's still nighttime when tomato is sent back implies to me that, while it has been a week on The Plane, everyone who gets eliminated will be transported back to both where and when they were taken from

EPISODE 3

9:59 - Airy has no idea what he's doing, does he.

14:58 - oh I never even thought stone would have malicious intentions...hm

EPISODE 4

0:24 - uhh.

1:57 - aww really? i liked Abstracty.

2:57 - uhh??

what is this

6:45 - wait what?? but people haven't even voted- 7:10 - oh. OH.

EPISODE 5

4:50 - oh there's. nowhere to vote in the description y'know I probably would've figured out that votes are fake if I had checked earlier

8:48 - ...I- I know what she's doing I think. "oh I can pay for [presumably life saving] surgery myself, I spent what you gave me on a TV and a phone" the candy guy I forget his name, saying he pointed out the warning she refused to wear a helmet? she. she's not trying to get rid of the mold, is she. she's using money as an excuse.

EPISODE 6

5:12 - oh Airy is. actually evil? or.?

EPISODE 7

1:56 - did he.drive home? drunk? 2:19 - oh that was Before.. huh.

4:48 - what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck wHAT THE FUCK- uhh.

EPISODE 8

1:47 - th. the. what the fuck. th- the entire show is powered by a ball connected to a wire. y'know if I had a nickel for every ti

5:55 - what the hell is that supposed to rnean

EPISODE 9

2:27 - dystopian ass billboard

3:53 - an address?? and holy shit stone knew he would keep those when he left huh.

(credits) - this show is amazing. this episode feels like a finale. because it probably IS the finale, of seeing the show from Backpack/Liam's perspective - or at least the gameshow (named one). or at least that's what it seems like to me. also the soundtrack fucking SLAPS and BRO THE DESCRIPTION THIS IS SO LIKE. POETIC?? d u d e

EPISODE 10

0:00 - the definition of rattlepate is "(ˈrætlˌpeit) noun. a giddy, empty-headed, talkative person; rattlebrain". interesting..

8:09 - sorry I don't have much to say about stuff, it is interesting, I just. I've been like half-speechless through this whole thing.

EPISODE 11

2:42 - you would not BELIEVE what my immediate thought was seeing that spoon character.

3:39 - what?

oh

5:09 - uh. 5:21 - TEXTY!! 5:44 - OH I saw a meme once where the airhorn was a Yippee instead-

EPISODE 12

1:21 - Liam is a telemarketer.. wait that link. SEASON TWO??? moldy with no mold. 2:00 - these. these images are censored very strangely. a- autophobic. afraid of being alone.. WAIT WAS TOOTHPASTE THE ONE ON THE OTHER CHAIR

EPISODE 13

3:19 - I knew he was going to do that.

6:40 - OH WHAT THE FUCK???

EPISODE 14

6:03 - Alan Becker reference?

EPISODE 15

(credits) - WHUH?? BRYCE???

EPISODE 16

6:58 - no. NO.

EPISODE 17

0:17 - I read that as "Transphobic" and was about to start writing a fucking comment-

1:16 - that's. that's who Abstracty tried to be that one time

EPISODE 18

5:13 - HE DIED???

(end) -

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dude

dude

well I guess I was right about being shattered what the hell was that /positive

[leegemma]

hiiiii :333 i like your fic so much!! could i ask 5, 20, 22 and 37 for lee!han jisung and ler!lee minho?💔

Thank you for your request, I hope you don't mind, but I decided to make this a part 2 to the fic I posted yesterday, I'll put the link here!

Enjoy :)

5 - "you asked for it..."

20 - "can you... do the thing?"

22 - "your hands are freezing!"

37 - "I didn't hear a 'stop'..."

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Han woke up with a familiar feeling. Up until a week ago, Han would probably just go on his phone to try and ignore the feeling, but ever since his 'confession' to Lee know, he knew he could get exactly what he wanted. If only he could gather up the guts to just ask...

Han knew that if he asked the older to tickle him, he will immediately agree. But Han also knew how hard it'll be for him to ask, he assumed that it'll get easier to ask after a couple of times, but he had to start somewhere for that to happen, didn't he?

And so the boy gathered himself up and moved towards Minho's room, knocking on the door. His heart beat getting faster and faster.

"Who is itttt?" A whiny Lee know yelled from inside the room.

Uh-oh, he sounds moody. Han almost chickened out, until he realized moody Lee know brings out brutal Lee know, and how he loved brutal Lee know... "it's me, can I come in?"

"Han? Oh yeah, come in!" The now sweeter voice replied.

Han opened the door to find Lee know sitting down on his bed, his phone in his hand. Han gave him a shy smile and walked farther into the room.

Lee know, noticing you younger's weird vibe, put his phone away and watched carefully as Han climbed onto the bed with him, sitting across from him.

"Hyung I need to ask you something..." Han looked anywhere but in the other's eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Lee know raised his one eyebrow.

"Mhm... I just... I woke up feeling like THAT again." Jisung tried.

"Feeling like... that? What do you want, Hannie?~" Lee know tried his best not to smile. In all honesty, he was starting to understand where this was going, but he wasn't going to give in so easily.

"Can you... do the thing?" Han stuttered, holding himself back from covering his face and never showing it again.

"Jisung~~~" Lee know smirked and tilted his head, trying to get the younger to look at him.

"Hm.." Han shook his head slightly.

"What is 'the thing'?" Minho grinned at his adorable friend.

"You're just teasing! You already know!" Han pouted and crossed his arms, hoping to just get his tickles soon.

"Alright, alright... get over here..." Lee know shook his head with a smile. Han was too cute.

Han scooted over closer to the older, feeling both nervous and exited.

Lee know instructed him to lay down, and then climbed on top of him, holding his wrists in one hand and bringing it down to Han's side. He then lifted Han's shirt up with his one free hand and let his hand rest on his bare tummy.

Han gasped. "Your hands are freezing!"

Lee know rolled his eyes. "You asked for it..."

"Not for this I didn't!" Han whined.

"You didn't, did you? You wanted me to do this-" and with that, Lee know started digging into the smaller boy's mid section. Making sure to tease the boy as much as he could along the way.

"Look how cute your little tummy is!"

"Gahahaha! Hyuhuhung!!!" Han shook his head, finally feeling exactly what he's been wanting to feel since he woke up.

"You're so cute I think I'm gonna die." And just like that, Lee know's tough boy act was gone.

"WHYHY TEAHAHING?!?!" Han fell into hysterics when Minho started switching between spots fast.

"Because you love it so much." Lee know winked at him, switching between Han's left and right armpits and digging in with no mercy, making the younger fall into silent laughter.

Minho smiled but stopped the rough tickling, only drawing shapes on Han's stomach and sides while the joy tried calming down while still giggling from the feeling.

"Youhuhur'e bahad anahand mehean..." Han whispered, smiling big from eye to eye even after lee know stopped the gentle tickling.

"I didn't hear a 'stop'..." Lee know smirked, poking Han on his side, and then petting his arms go and getting off of him.

Han blushed. "Maybe you didn't listen well."

"Or maybe you just didn't want me to stop." Lee know suggested with a shrug. Looking down at the boy who was still laying on his bed tiredly.

Han looked away while blushing deeper.

Lee know chuckled. "Stop being shy about it! I already told you I love tickling you as much as you love being tickled by me. Okay? I promise you I think it's the cutest thing ever."

Han finally locked eyes his the older, letting a smile slowly spread on his face. "Thank you, hyung."

Lee know shook his head fondly and messed Han's hair around. "Absolutely no problem."

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

Infodumping

oh not me- ringed genesis. he's the one infodumping here.

also i got his long ass ramble about doves off of fucking quora btw 💀💀 yeah.

anyways take this short thing while you all wait for side story 1 ch1

———

Trap Crow is half-bird.

Ringed Genesis is a bird enthusiast.

It's kind of like they were matchmade in Heaven.

Things did started out rough for them at the start, but after a long, near-deadly fight and a sort of reconcilation, they're both sort of on good terms now. Ringed Genesis would take Trap Crow out to bird-watch and would sometimes infodump about whatever species of birds they're looking at.

Trap Crow has been curious about one thing, though.

Ringed Genesis has a pet bird—a dove to be exact. It's fitting enough, because for one, he really really REALLY likes birds, and for two, Ringed Genesis always gave off the vibes of a dove to Trap Crow.

So Trap Crow wanted to test him a little.

The question in hand?

"What exactly do you know about doves, anyways?"

The question made Ringed Genesis perk up, a bit startled by the sudden question. However, it was as if his eyes immediately shined and sparkled right afterwards. "Ah, I would be delighted to tell you all that I know!" Ringed Genesis spoke—and in a tone of voice like no other times he has spoken.

After that, Ringed Genesis immediately jumped to the topic in hand. "Doves are peaceful birds known for their gentle demeanor, soft cooing sounds, and graceful flight. They're closely related to pigeons and belong to the family Columbidae. Doves come in various species, typically with slender bodies, small heads, and pointed wings. They're often gray or white, though some species have more vibrant colors like pink or brown. Doves are known for their monogamous mating habits and their symbolic association with peace and love in many cultures. Overall, they're lovely birds to observe and enjoy."

His ramble didn't end there, though. After that, he then began to ramble more about why he loves doves so much, which eventually turned to a ramble session about how he met Edel, which then shifted into a ramble session about pigeons, which is...funny.

And...

...

"...Heh. Cute."

"Exactly! They truly are adorable. I could look at Edel all day—"

"No. I meant you."

To that, Ringed Genesis froze, his rambling having put to a halt (or an end, who knows, really). After a few seconds, Trap Crow could see his face slowly going red. It took him a few more seconds to realize what he just said, and when he did, Trap Crow immediately felt embarrassment washing over him.

"Holy fuckING SHIT! FUCK- SORRY!" He screamed out, quickly covering his face with his hands to hide how red his face is right now. Ringed Genesis heaves out a breath, which made it seem like he held it in for Amazing Mighty knows how long. The dove then turned to look at the crow, his face still red, but he seems much more composed now.

"You...really think so, huh?" He asked the crow, a deadpanned look on his face as he watches Trap Crow furrow his eyebrows at his question. Trap Crow simply groans, before grabbing the collar of Ringed Genesis' shirt, and then—

———

"Nope! Nope, nope, nope~! That's enough observing them for today...!"

"Hm? Sir? Is there something wrong?-"

"ETERNITY! HAHAHA! H-HELLO......!!!!!!!!!!!!"

...

...

...

"...Ahem. Sorry. What did you asked me, again?"

"Uh...I was just asking if there's anything wrong."

"NOTHING- nothing is wrong."

"...Are...you sure?"

"Y-yes! Yes, yes."

"...Well if you say so..."

[arcplaysgames]

The shadow of the Palace hums in the air like the veil between the Cognitive World and the Real is thin. Which, Mementos as a Palace was destroyed and I thought it brought the Cognitive World with it. But now, a Palace is shimmering in the open winter sky and what the hell did Maruki do.

I'm pondering and the one thing that immediately comes to mind is when Yaldaboath merged the realities, it would have given Maruki a chance to touch Mementos, the manifestation of everyone's desires. But.... it got destroyed. Hm. I don't know what that means, but I feel like its safe to guess that event gave Maruki a key to something.

Akechi: I don't wanna be in the Phantom Thieves, I wanna be in a specific Phantom Thief, there's a difference.

OOOH the "we're going to the metaverse" transition is completely different. So I don't even know if this is the metaverse at all. I would be interesting if everyone could pop their persona gear outside the Palace because the influence of the Palace is everywhere.

and i haven't complained about this for a while but this is another time when its fucking egregious that non of the textures were localized because I do absolutely feel like I am missing context somehow. @karmotrines I never wanna be the one to go "hey translate for me" but if you see this, if you can even tell me what the vibe of the text is, i'm interested. thank you i love you.

Anyway, it's the same place as before, but More. There are cognitive copies of people milling around, all eager to be evaluated so they can be treated and get some happiness.

It's super culty.

That's what I said!

Yeah, Kasumi, don't, uh. Don't worry about him. He's fine.

listen kasumi

Akechi has kept a lot of shit locked down for a long long time. Honestly, I think this might be good for him.

Also, listening to Akechi growling like a backed up carburator as he does violence is good for me so I say it's fine.

As we travel deeper into the Palace, it keeps showing Kasumi things about her sister's death and the fallout of that, like it's trying to ward her off from her continued exploring.

Then shit gets fucked up.

A... vision, memory, something of Kasumi stands on a stage, being interviewed after she won a gymnastics competition. And as she's asked to shout out someone in the crowd, the echo looks directly at Kasumi and identifies her as Sumire, her younger sister.

oh my god this shit is so fucked up and sexy hell yes turn the knob to eleven and break it OFFF maruki

i'm so excited

[s3a-s1ug]

Mmm after 3 seperate breakdowns with 20 minute breaks in between im in questionable mood, my eyes are still burning from tears so i will use my fragile state of mind to request a fear and hunger nsfw scenerio... fic... thing?

How about Ragnvaldr × Cahara? I know its a joke in the fandom that Cahara is a size queen for all the fucked up reasons you can imagine, but from the ingame art to fanart, he seems kinda like a hoe ngl. I know he has a wife but come on, let a girl dream. Basically the fic would be in the canon setting of the game, and the two would meet as normal, but Ragnvaldr notices that Cahara attempted to steal his shit. However, instead of getting mad and kicking Cahara on his merry way in the dungeon, he decides to keep a close eye on him. The dungeon is a dangerous place and its always good to have more hands for weapons.

One thing leads to another, you'll be the judge of that, and they end up sharing a bed. And Cahara once again proves himself to be untrustworthy by feeling around in Ragnvaldr's pockets. But what he touches isnt his pocket, unfortunately.

God I hate myself. Its 4 am, i need to sleep

Oh and also happy christmas

“The Thief’s Tricks”

Cahara x Ragnvaldr Fic - Part One

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THIS REQUEST SAVED ME!!! This is actually so fun. The next part should be out soon! I’m that case enjoy!!! …and merry Christmas to you too..? Time is a construct I guess.

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The prisons. The heavy oppressive nature of the sights to be seen in there would shake anyone to their core. Bloodied empty prison cells captured the true horrors of what happened to its unfortunate prisoners. All for except one.

“…hey…hey big guy..!”

Ragnvaldr stopped in his tracks and locked into the prison cell. A man with dark messy hair on the other side. He seemed to be in shape but he looked very tired. Bags under his eyes. He gave a tired smile

“Look.. I’ll give it to you straight… I’m in a tough one here and I could REALLY use your help. You look strong. You think you could get me outta here..?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice

Ragnvaldr analyzed the man on the other side of the bars. Could he be trusted?…then again…the dungeons are very dangerous and it could be better to traverse them with some help…

“Hmm… what is your name?”

“Cahara..! Of the south.”

“Ragnvaldr. If I were to help you out of here you will have to help me too.”

“Oh?”

“I am on a quest to find a person..and kill him. He is long way down these dungeons so if you are willing I could use the help.”

The mercenary didn’t even give himself time to think and answered immediately

“Yeah sure! I’ll help. I’d say I’m a pretty useful asset. Im a mercenary so I think I could be of good help.

Ragnvaldr only nodded in agreement. He held the bars of the cell. They were rusty and worn out but sturdy enough to keep someone from getting out. He gripped the bars and slowly separated two of them to make an opening for Cahara to get out.

“Woah…damn…you ARE strong..!” He said in awe. A little intimidated even.

“Ja. But you must promise me one thing. You will not deceive me. Since I have helped you, you must return the favor.” He held out his hand for Cahara to shake

“Yeah sure thing”

Cahara shook his hand then brought him into…a hug..?

“I can’t thank ya enough, man. I mean it”

Ragnvaldr was taken aback by this. He swore he felt something in his pocket but before he could react Cahara pulled off from the hug and smiled

“Well I’d assume you know the way?”

“U-uh ja. Follow me” He said with a hint of confusion. He was still cautious mainly due to Cahara’s “off” vibe.

They walked for a bit trying to find their way out of the prisons. Multiple corners were turned in silence. Ragnvaldr went to grab for something in his pocket but…it was gone… he stopped in his tracks. Cahara, who was pretty far behind him now, stopped us well, pretty taken aback.

“Cahara.” Ragnvaldr said sternly, not looking at him

Cahara seemed nervous

“Uh, yeah..?”

“Give it back. You took it.”

“Took what? I wouldn’t steal anything from you. Uh promise! I’m here to help after all heh”

Ragnvaldr turned around and looked at Cahara. He walked up to him and grabbed Cahara’s wrist.

“Give. It. Back.” He squeezed Cahara’s wrist tightly while giving him a stern glare

Cahara gulped. He was in a tight spot. Cahara was in no way weak. He had a fine build and could try to fight back but… that probably wouldn’t last long.

Cahara sighed. He shuffled through his pocket using his other hand and grumbled pulling the vials out and giving them to Ragnvaldr

He let go of Cahara’s wrist

“You made a promise. Next time I won’t be so forgiving. As it may seem I actually need to help. So don’t try this again”

Cahara nodded silently, clearly getting the message.

“You will walk by my side. You’re very sneaky. This will not happen again.”

Ragnvaldr turned around again and continued walking with Cahara catching up to his side silently

‘Damn this guy is tough. Really tough. I don’t want to stay here but I did promise… if there was just a way I could find to leave…hmm’

They walked for a good long while, encountered some enemies, nothing too bad, but it was beginning to get grueling

Cahara yawned and groaned loudly

“Ughhhh… man how long have we been walkin for? My legs are starting to sore….”

“…hmm…ja I suppose we have been walking for… a while” Ragnvaldr didn’t say it but even he was starting to feel tired “well perhaps there is a room nearby, keep a look out”

They walked for another long while until reaching a small stone room. Wasn’t much in it. A tattered rug, cabinet with some old drinks, and one singular bed. Cahara slightly glanced at Ragnvaldr

“Soooo…um… should I like… sleep on the floor? Or..”

“Nej, we will share it. We both need rest. We will make do”

“Oh..! Alright then”

This was certainly gonna be…interesting.

To be continued…

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Next part will be NSFW muahahah so stayed tuned!!!!

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[magician-kitty]

The End is Here

"Wow, today has been a...helluva day. Okay, let's take a recap of the things i've learned...."

1) Monkey King is married to Liu Ér Mihou aka The Six-Eared Macaque. Who I have to admit is a pretty cool dude, not because he's hot, but he's married to Monkey King! We both had much in common, we both loved the theater, likes to sing, and other stuff, but that's for later.

2) Apparently the reason why Macaque was absent was because that bitch Jade-Face Princess had stolen an artifact of his, A Shadow Lantern, and he had to track her down to get it back.

3) The two of them have a child, well...children together. The little girl I met last episode is their daughter, adopted daughter. And lastly....The two most cutest monkey twins I've ever seen!!

Their like major cuteness!

The Twins, Rumble and Savage are twin clone Monkeys that were supposedly created by Macaque himself.

The little male monkey, Savage, was dark furred with grey skinned, short shaggy hair, had red face markings, yellow eyes, wearing a red qipao vest and black pants.

His twin sister, Rumble, had the same markings, color scheme as Savage, but with longer hair tied with a Fire lily hair clip, wears prince-nez glasses, a short sleeve hanfu dress with yellow clippings and black pants.

Aw man, I definitely can't wait to tell Tang and Mei all about this..."

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MK was driving back to the city after having stayed at Flower Fruit Mountain for the past week. After the whole mess with The Jade-Face Princess, Monkey King and Macaque wanted to make sure her wounds were completely healed.

"Are you sure you're well enough, bud?" Monkey King asked in concern, looking over MK for any injuries.

"I'm okay now, Monkey King. I'm all better now." She reassured him, he sighed in worry. Macaque came over to him and rubbed his back. "Ease up, Peaches. I checked her over myself, the kid is in tip-top shape."

Bai He, Rumble and Savage ran past the two monkeys gave MK a big hug. "See you later, Monkey Princess!" MK smiled and hugged them back, "You too!" She ruffled their hair making them laugh. "Bye guys! I'll see you next week!" MK waved goodbye before leaving.

"Man, after all the crap that's happened. I just can't wait to get back home to the sweet smell of Noodles and Tranquility."

MK hummed a beat to a song on her phone, as she made her way back home from Flower Fruit Mountain. MK had sent a clone to the city at the beginning of the week to help out the gang in case something happened. For some reason she hadn't gotten any calls so she hoped everything was all right.

She returns to the noodle shop, not noticing the cracked sign above him as she hops out of the cart. "Guys! Guess who's back from training with Monkey ki-"

Her eyes widened, now noticing the army of bull clones in front of her. They were groaning, eyes glowing a light blue. one of the bull clones jumped down, roaring, as the others jumped forward. MK gasped, holding an order of noodles as she backed away, screaming.

But before the bull clones could even attack her, they are knocked back, as Pigsy's truck appears out of nowhere. MK gasps as her friends step out of the truck.

Tang noticed MK and immediately bolting over and tackling her into a hug, crying out in relief "My baby girl, Thank Buddha you're alright!!" Tang cried out in relief.

"Guys! What's going on? whoa-ho-ho! You look so awesome!" She compliments on their wardrobe, almost a Mad Max kinda vibe.

"Yeah, so uh, some stuff happened while you were away, got really kind of intense." Mei informed, rubbing her head.

"Bu-but I left you with one of my clones!"

"Oh, yes...she's been super helpful.." Tang said in a deadpanned voice. The clone in question, who stood beside Tang blinks in confusion when noticing the stares she was given.

"I don't know what to tell ya, guy." With that, the clone exploded, leaving behind a pile of hair.

"What's going on? What's with all the clones acting so strangely?" MK asked confused and shocked at what was happening.

"After you left-" but Mei was interrupted by Tang "Ahem, If you'll allow me" Tang said with a smirk, Mei groans "Go ahead, Mr. Tang" Mei said rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"Well, after you left, the Bull Clones attacked, but they were more powerful than before, we believe it's all tied back, to the Demon Bull King himself....he's conquered everything" Tang said finishing explaining "We tried calling you, but they brought down the power lines." Pigsy said.

MK's eyes were filled with worry, slowly replaced with anger as she gritted her teeth and clutched her fists tight making her knuckles white.

"Where is he? Where's DBK?" MK growls out.

"We're not sure. But there's pretty scary noises coming from the mountain." Sandy said with a frown and pointed to a far off point in the city, an area which had been abandoned for a long time.

MK frowned, then had a look of determination.

"Everyone, Get in." the teen said, everyone turns to her in confusion, MK only grins with determination, punching her fist into her hand.

"We're gonna stop him and bring back our city" MK said with a determined smirk, everyone smiled at her filled with their own determination as they piled into the truck, heading for the mountain.

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At the Flaming Foundry, Demon Bull King cackles, watching his bull clones wreak havoc on the city. "Look at them cower and run! With this power, even the great sage could not stop me!" Demon Bull King said with a sinister smile, Princess Iron Fan only frowns, her eyes laid on the glowing blue canister attached to her husband's back.

"Yes father we have finally taken our rightful place as the rulers of this city!" Red Son said looking at the screen, but suddenly the alarms sounded, as an image appeared on the hologram. Upon further inspection, they noticed it was a truck with MK and her friends inside.

'Noodle Girl.' Red Son thought happily to see her again. Whispers echo within Demon Bull King's mind, the image of MK distorting, replaced with the image of Monkey King. "Monkey King!? Come to take me? bind me? I will not let that simian triumph again!" He shouted in anger.

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On their way to the mountain, the gang passed the construction site, screeching to a stop, before them stood the remains of a destroyed road, bent into a walkway, leading up towards bull shaped rubble.

"Alright, what's the plan?" Sandy asked turning towards the teen, everyone following the water spirits gaze.

"There's obviously going to be lots of clones waiting for us inside, so we have to go in as fast as possible without one of us getting captured or harm" MK said looking at the damage.

"Sounds great. Let's go!" Sandy shouted, grinning. "Yeah!" Mei cheered.

MK looked at them with a worried expression, "What? No, I didn't mean you guys too."

Tang chuckled. "You thought that you were going without us?" He questioned, making MK sheepishly nod.

Pigsy chuckled. "We get it. You're the Monkie Kid, eh? It's your job to go fight the bad guys." He told her.

Sandy put a hand on her shoulder smiling. "But we're your team, little lady. It's our job to get you there." The Water Demon reminded her, earning a smile from MK.

Pigsy steps on the gas pedal, charging at the base right as Mei used her sword to blast a hole through the front entrance, allowing the truck to drive straight through, landing on a built in road, hidden in the ditch that surrounded the base.

The sound of another engine roars behind them. Pigsy peered at the side view mirror to see bull clones driving up behind them. "We've got company!" He shouts looking back at the front, the bull clones swerve, hitting the truck and causing everyone to bounce out of their seats, Tang falling on Pigsy. But after a few quick maneuvers from the pig demon, he managed to loose the opposing truck.

MK looked around through the window and spotted something. "look there! DBK's throne room!" She calls out looking out the window.

"it's gotta be somewhere down...there!" The teen said, Tang screams in fear as the bull clones come closer, colliding their vehicles together, Sandy was quick to grab Mei, and MK and hopped out of the truck, the two teens clinging onto his back MK screamed while Mei laughed in excitement.

Sandy jumped into the air, punching the vehicle, smashing it into pieces Mei and Mk jumped off Sandy's back and ran towards the hole.

"Come on, MK! Let's go!" Mei called out and jumped into the hole with MK behind her not knowing how deep it was until they were falling.

Mei and MK latching onto each other as they screamed, Mei quickly took out her sword, stabbing it into the wall, stopping the two from falling just as MK latched onto Mei's waist. "Now what?" Mei asked looking at their predicament.

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"They are coming for you," cold, ghostly whisper continues to echo in DBK's head. "The Power" The cold voice said.

Red Son smiled seeing this as a chance to prove himself, "Father, let me go up there and destroy those-"

But was cut off by Demon Bull King, who laughed, "You? Why would I trust you?!" Demon Bull King turned to his son. "You have brought me nothing but failure! Time and time again, nothing but disappointment!" Demon Bull King shouted. His harsh words strike deeply within Red Son, making his fists tighten and his lips quiver, fighting back his tears threatening to fall down his face.

Princess Iron Fan watched, anger rising before shock overtook her face. Her husband would never call their son a failure, this was not her husband at all.

"Traitor, He's a traitor! Kill him!" The voice screamed in his head.

"Traitor..?" DBK growled, eyes shining blue. "Yes, perhaps."

Red Son sputters, eyes filled with worry and slight fear. "What? N-no, father! I would never-"

"You thought you could deceive me?!" Demon bull king shouts, enraged and back hands the fire demon making Red Son hit the wall making the fire demon groan in pain. "Stand against me?!" Demon Bull King shouted raising his fist, Red Son couldn't help but flinch covering his face with his arms as Demon Bull King raised his fist until Princess Iron Fan ran in front of him to block it with her fan.

"Come to your senses! This power has clearly poisoned your mind!" She yelled at him. She then paused when she heard something whispers 'traitor'.

"Another traitor in my midst!" Demon Bull King yelled, snarling at the two. "I do not want to hurt you," Princess Iron Fan said and Demon Bull King laughed, "As if you could." He then lunged at her and the two started fighting.

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"So, about getting down..." Mei laughed nervously. "Monkey King wouldn't have happened to...I don't know taught you his cloud trick by any chance?"

"Uh, that's still a work in progress," MK chuckled nervously, thinking back to the few times she tried summoning the Somersault Cloud, only to end up sneezing mini clouds.

"What are we gonna do?!" MK hissed, shaking to make things worse, someone's phone went off. The two stopped moving and froze, The ringing bounced off the walls, awakening the bull clones.

"Mei! Your phone, shut it off!" MK yelled at the dragon girl was quick to pull out her phone, but it fell from her grasp as she let go of the sword, trying to catch it. "Mei!" MK cried.

The teen screamed, letting go of Mei's waist and started swimming in the air towards the sword. MK quickly grabs it while grabbing Mei's ankle before she could fall They groaned and grunted MK sighed as Mei stopped the ringing.

“Seriously, at a time like this?” MK hissed.

Clones scuttled across the rock wall, their metal creaking and clanking, as they got closer to the two. "Yeah! Now's a great time to download the latest version of Monkey Mech-" Mei let out a gasp in realization.

"MK, you remember that cool mech you made, when we first fought DBK?" Mei said looking up at MK "Uh, yeah? But I don--" MK cut herself off with a gasp, as she realized where her bestie was going with this, and took out her staff in her spare hand.

"Give me hand Mei?" MK said. Mei nodded with a smirk, swinging both herself and the MK before launching them up into the air, allowing MK to slam the staff into the rock face, the earth crumbled upon impact, as golden light spewed out, the staff magically forming a Monkey Mech out of the loose earth, with the hero two inside.

Upon seeing the gigantic mech, the corrupted clones launched themselves at it, ready to tear the enemy bot apart, though a quick swing of the mech's staff, destroyed them, and giving MK enough time to make a plan.

"Alright, new plan, you hold off the zombie bull clones, I'll get down there and finish this" MK said looking down at the hole "Think you can handle this on your own?" MK asked with a smirk "I've always dreamed of piloting a blood thirsty mech!" Mei squeals with excitement but with a hint of bloodlust. The dragon girl begins pressing random buttons.

"On no, maybe putting Mei in charge of the mech isn't such a good idea—AAAAAAHH!!!' MK's thoughts were cut short when Mei pulled a leaver and the teen began falling straight down a hole as she was thrown out the mech, the teen screamed in fear and quickly whistled for her somersault cloud , the cloud flies down the hole and under MK slowing down the fall a little bit while Mei fought the hoard of zombie bull clones.

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Princess Iron Fan grunts, landing on her feet and sliding back a good distance from her previous attack Red Son, however, was not so lucky, he tumbles backwards with a grunt, straining and hissing as he grips his hurt arm, Iron Fan wipes the blood from her lips, Demon Bull King laughs, stomping towards the two but stops, hearing shrieking All three look up to see MK on a cloud falling down towards them landing with a thud as she rolls on the ground, her cloud dissolving away from the impact.

"Noodle Girl?" Red Son yelled, surprised.

"The Little Thief," Demon Bull King's voice sneered another more sinister one, overlapping his.

The teen then put Red Son down before stretching her back, which gave a sickening crack, making Red Son winch at the sound as MK fell back, "Gimme' a minute..."

Demon Bull King then started growling in pain before looking at MK as she got back to his feet and did a couple of stretches that he'd learned from Wukong, Demon Bull King's vision split her into two turned into Sun Wukong.

As MK finished her stretches she turned to the possessed DBK, "Alright, I'm ready to fight now. Let's go!"

"Sun Wukong! Come to lock me away again?!" The Demon Bull's voice roared, making all of them turn to him in confusion. "I'll crush you where you stand!!"

MK blinked, then looked around to see if there was someone else there. "Uhm, I think you have the idea sir," MK said, leaning down to grab her staff. Whatever was going on with Demon Bull King and causing the whispers and delusions in his head.

Just then the earth shook, making MK look up just in time to see Demon Bull King charging at her. She yelped as she had to dodge several attacks from the raging bull, she finally got to put some distance between the two of them as Princess Iron Fan flung two blades of wind at the Demon, causing him to be trapped for a second.

When MK landed next to Princess Iron Fan she turned to her and asked, "So how do we free him?"

"Canisters on his back contain the ancient power that we needed the key to unlock. Its power has driven him mad," The Wind Demoness explained, motioning with her fan, to the blue tubes on Demon Bull King's back, who was currently breaking free from the rubble that'd trapped him.

"Okay then," MK said, uneasy before twirling the staff around, tensing up when Demon Bull King roared again, his roar shaking the cavern they were in. "Time for round two."

"No," Red Son told her, standing in front of her protectively. "This time, we fight with you."

The Fire Demon was determined to not let anything happen to his future girlfriend, flames surrounding his hands as he and his mother stood in front of MK.

"You'll only have one shot. Make it count." Princess Iron Fan tells her as she shoots forwards, letting out a cyclone of wind, which encompasses the snarling Demon Bull King, "You will all meet your fate together!!"

Both Demons were pushed back. Princess Iron Fan's fan had been chucked away somewhere in the room. The earth started to shake as Demon Bull King walked up to finish off his own family.

Demon Bull King lifts a claw to hit them, only to get hit in the head by a rock, everyone looking over at where MK stood smirking, another rock in his hand, "Yeah! I've got more rocks where that one came from!"

The Demon Bull King slams MK into the cave wall, his fist tightening around her body, snarling. "You have been an utter disappointment! I had hoped you would have learnt more of the Great Sage's little tricks!"

"I don't know what to tell you, man," MK shrugged, seemingly uncaring about her current dangerous situation, only panicking when Demon Bull King went to squash her with a thumb. "No wait!"

In a puff of golden smoke and hair, the now-revealed clone disappeared, angering the now-surprised Demon Bull King, "What?! A copy?!"

"Ha! turns out I actually did learn some of his tricks," MK called from above, making the large Demon look up in surprise as clones spawned. MK used several of them to spring herself further and faster, readying to hit him with the staff.

"Here...comes...Monkie Kid!" MK slammed down on Demon Bull King with her army of clones, managing to get a solid hit on the canisters and knocking them loose, causing them to crash and break on the stone flooring, releasing whatever was inside.

The ground shook, causing MK to yelp as she looked around. The Demon Bull King got up with a groan, looking around confused.

"What? W-What...happened?" He questioned, as Princess Iron Fan stopped her son from coming near him, just in case. Bull King looked at his wife and son, seeing their defensive looks, and frowned, concerned.

Princess Iron Fan went over to him, gently cupping his snout and placing her forehead against it. "You came back to me." That was all she said, resting against her husband as she wrapped the family in wind.

Red Son looked at MK, who looked back at him. "Thank you, and take care.." The Fire Demon told her, before disappearing with his family.

The mech stood at the edge of the battlefield, the group sitting on its shoulders, eating a bowl of noodles. "Well, ya did it, kid." Pigsy said as he ate his noodles.

"You beat DBK! again!" Sandy exclaimed.

"Thanks guys, but... I'm not sure I did." MK sighed, looking down at her noodles. "Whatever was powering him up, it made him...different, uncontrollable."

But we won, right?" Mei grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure it's fine. You were done with this, hmm?" Tang asked, taking a piece of food from Pigsy.

"Hey! get your mitts off my bowl, Tang!" Pigsy yelled at Tang, making the group laugh.

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MK headed back to Flower Fruit Mountain to tell all about what happened today. "Monkey King! Macaque?" She called out to the simian husbands, looking around for them. "You'll never guess what...Happened?" She trailed off, She found them in front of their house, but...Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Macaque held Monkey King in a comforting hug, while he was crying his eyes out. Rumble and Savage were by his side, also trying to comfort him.

"Monkey King? Macaque? W-What happened?" MK asked, with a worried look on her face. Macaque glanced over towards the girl, not saying anything.

"What wrong!? Did something happened!?" She asked again.

Macaque sighed, went over to MK, putting a hand on her shoulder. "MK...It's..It's Bai-He."

"Bai-He?" She looked around to see the little apprentice wasn't anywhere in sight. "What happened, where is she?" She yelled, really concerned.

"She's...She's gone, MK..." Was all he said.

MK gasped, covered her hand over her mouth. "W-What?"

"And Just when things got better, it got worse. Really...Really...Worse."

To be Continued.

[ryttu3k]

Yeah okay I'm going in. Good Omens season 2, episode six!!

Previous liveblogs: episode 1, episode 2, episode 3, episode 4, episode 5

Bees! Look I'm not saying it is a Doctor Who reference, it just. Might be.

…I'm sorry I took one look at Crowley's angel costume and started wheezing.

I was going "yeah Maggie!!" and then. Whoops.

I like how even Crowley's tattoo is gold.

Muriel is sweet. Kinda hope they get to just. Go to Earth. Maybe join in on Aziraphale and Crowley's side. Can't be lonely if they form a social club of former angels and demons who really aren't feeling it -- oh shit what if that's what season three is about?

"I haven't always been a demon - and they never change their passwords." Oh that moment had such Doctor Who vibes.

Oooh, Gabriel objected! I wonder if he thought it wouldn't work and would just cause lots of losses, or if he had some other agenda, or if he genuinely wasn't sure he wanted Armageddon 2.0? Jim is genuinely sweet and genuinely appreciative of things like hot chocolate and stuff, maybe part of that does come from Gabriel.

Aww yeah death by fire extinguisher! Yeah I can. I can understand why you'd stock up on them after the fire XD;;

"Crowley's emotional support angel?" Well. Little bit, yeah XD

Derek Jacobi! "No speeches, Gabriel, you are not going to Hell. For one Prince of Heaven to be cast into the outer darkness makes a good story. For it to happen twice makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem." Who are you, Crowley. You know, I saw a theory that the 'let there be light' scene in episode one suggested he could be the one known in some stories as… Lucifer?

Store memory in matchbox. Drop matchbox. Good job, Gabriel XD

Okay that was kind of badass but also, uh, starting a war against Hell is probably not a great idea??

I never thought Beelzebub going clucky over a fly with Gabriel's memories would be cute, and yet here we are XD

…ewww.

Oooh. They were collaborating :D

…Oooh. They were collaborating :D

Oh he bloody did stare at the statue lmao

"It was the sort of sensible arrangement that many isolated agents, working in awkward conditions a long way from their superiors, reach with their opposite number when they realize that they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies."

"I would like better clothes -" Aziraphale just going 'okay the romance is v. cute but the audacity???'

Oh, he's Metatron! Yeah, okay. …oh boy.

"Day can't get any weirder." Crowley's just like 'this is fine'.

Us time :)

Honestly I'm kinda glad Maggie and Nina gave Crowley the Talk. The whole… don't mess with human emotions Talk. Ooh, and yes, okay, relationship counseling, that helps too. Six thousand years of 'it's complicated'.

Muriel got the Crow Road! Have fun :D I wonder if that's a reference to Crowley?

Oh no :(

I will now proceed to lie face first on the floor until season 3 comes out.

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

Not sure if youre still doing this, but if you are

🖊 + Either James or Silas? I'd love to hear more about them!

HELL YEAH BABYYYYYYYYY THIS is gonna get long REALY quick. I want to talk about my murderous baby boy Silas, since I need to flesh James out more. I hope that's okay!

(TW: mentions for abuse, poison and murder)

Sweet like Sugar, Deadly like Poison: France's Adored Actor - Silas Tueuse:

FIRST IDEAS:

Baby!!!! Baby boy!!! He was actually the first design/idea I created before Mandisa, Raquelle, James, Lacrimosa and Celeste. He was also my first time trying to draw with the Lackadaisy character references! (i.e. the blue circles/heads, the sketching style, etc.)

He was a character that I just knew wasn't going to be a good guy. He just had the vibes of "antagonist" written all over him. Though he didn't always start out this way

His last name was originally going to be Mallory, meaning "unfortunate" in French. However, I switched it over to Tueuse, the meaning of quite literally "slayer" or "killer".

He was based off of a Savannah Cat breed! I didn't know which cat to do at first, but once I settled on it, I immediately had an idea and color palette in mind. Below is an example of the cat I referenced.

^this was the main design I used, but I wanted to keep it simplified.

Silas was purposely made to look feminine! He is not trans, but he is homoromantic demisexual! While his killing techniques include flirting and seducing, it is NOT out of pure love. It is only a manipulation tactic before he slips poison into someone's food or drink.

His voice claim, especially with THAT hair, is Daveed Diggs. He just RADIATES Thomas Jefferson/Lafayette-Hamilton vibes (since they're the same person lmaooo)

I also wanted a bit of a counterpart from the Savoy Siblings, I guess! That's why I made Silas and Raquelle :)

FACTS/HEADCANONS:

He is Raquelle Tueuse's older brother, and he takes after his father more than his mother. He speaks more English than French, but he is fluent in both.

He always had a passion for acting! He just knew it was his calling.

His father actually encouraged his passion for acting, and even gave him a few Shakespeare books, as well as other classic literature.

He is double jointed....self projecting here lmao-

He is travelling from France to all across America in search for "business", with his sister by his side. In reality, he's just going off, killing any target Lacrimosa gives him when in Hotel Maribel. (Mirabel Hotel?? HELP???)

When his father died, so did a piece of him, his sister and mother. His mother became rather abusive, and a belligerent drunk.

His first kill was unfortunately his mother one night, when she was hitting Silas and Raquelle, ultimately hurting them. When Silas killed his mother, it was fourteen years ago, when he was fifteen.

He is very protective of his sister, and very understanding to her mental struggles. He tries his best to be present.

His comfort food is Cassoulet! It's a French stew that includes Haricot beans with meat: you can use pork, sausages, goose, duck, lamb or mutton for the meat portion!

He would happily kill for his sister, and die for her too. That's just a given.

He collects daggers, classic literature, and also eyeliner.

ROLES/PURPOSE/OTHER STUFF:

He is the left hand man for Lacrimosa, and often works with Mandisa too.

He's the supporting antagonist, though I do see him more as an anti-hero.

Once he's in the right group of people, he is that ball of energy, yet at the same time he's such a sweetheart deep down...if it weren't counting on his multiple murders. While he's a sweetheart, this does NOT condone his behavior. He is still technically a bad person since he murdered a lot of people.

Cyanide is his poison of choice: quick, effective, deadly. He would then use any weapon (knife, gun, pool stick, any potentially dangerous object in the room) and kill his target.

If it were 2023, his song would be UH OH! by Sub Urban and BENEE.

^my entire thought process when Silas

buuuuut yeah!!! This is my boy Silas Tueuse, whom I love, and is near and dear to my heart. He deserves a good mother figure in his life :<