#man i would die to see that skin in action lol

[lightlycareless]

I found a picture of Naoya playing the piano and want to show it to you. My fav scene where naoya teaches his wife piano. I love the scene sm 🤭🤭

HIIII how are you!!!!??? Thank you for patience 🥺

Omg thank you so much for sending me this ajkghajgajgs Naoya is a man of many talents, and him using them to brighten your day is 🥺 I'll always hold that scene close to my heart, them bonding together is just 😭 oh, I wish we could have more moments like that.

And we can... I mean, I wrote a little something, like a deviation from what I have planned lol a what if, if you must 😏

warnings: none. fluff. it's based on this fic. now that's a whole can of worms. proceed with caution.

Imagine you deciding to continue your piano lessons after growing somewhat genuinely interested in learning.

After a few sessions you’ve began to show improvement. Sure, you still struggle with certain things, such as jumping from one octave to the other, but anyone could easily admit you were not the same amateur from before.

And yet… there seemed to be something holding you back from taking the next step. You were already a master of twinkle twinkle little star, so why couldn’t you move onto something a bit more difficult?

Well, it was plain simple. Quite obvious, actually, for an outsider that is. Naoya was too blinded by his role as a teacher to even notice.

It was all intentional, made from your desire to keep him close, enjoying the way he’d place his arms around you, his large hands over yours as he guides you into the correct position to play even if you already knew how.

All to keep feeling his breath on your skin, the cologne you now solely associated with him, and you suppose his attention too, especially when you played the shy, tense student that desperately needed the guidance of her sensei.

To voice such ploys made you feel silly, if not selfish, but you didn’t know how to voice your need without feeling embarrassed. You didn’t want to appear needy before a man that is always busy, and yet, here you were, acting as if you’d never seen a piano in your life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Naoya loves spending time with you, even though seemingly mundane activities. But even he was getting a bit… frustrated with these lessons that were quickly growing repetitive. His perfectionist temperament demanded he’d do everything right, or at least strive for it, naturally extending to you. Obviously for you, the woman whom he wanted to please more than anything in this world.

You showed enough promise, a talent that could be polished if pursued, so why weren’t you advancing?

Was it… him, perhaps? Your actions consequence of his failure as a teacher?

Maybe. Naoya isn’t known for being a particularly good listener, less of an educator. There’s enough witnesses to asses to it.

Your husband just hopes his incapability doesn’t push you away from wanting to learn piano, Naoya would rather die than to cut short these already scarce moments with you.

Though it’s more likely that he’ll do that anyways, a well-prepared teacher appears to be a better alternative.

“… but I don’t get it. Maybe there’s something I’m not seeing.” Naoya frowns, adjusting his position near you and taking your hands with him once more, hoping that it’ll come to him. The solution to your problem.

He sighs when it doesn’t. For the nth time. Maybe he is a bad teacher after all.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to teach you anymore.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’m just having a tough time figuring out how to help you.” Naoya laments. “I may have underestimated my skills.”

You know what they say, the best way to check if you know something is by teaching it to someone else. Something like that, or so he’s heard.

“Don’t say that I think you’re doing great!” You encouraged, looking over to Naoya and his deep frown, evidence of the frustration your little ploy has inflicted on him. Had you known he would be so affected by it you would’ve gone easier with your obliviousness…

And yet, it was endearing to see your impact on him. How hard he was trying to make things work for you—you still couldn’t believe how much of an influence you had on him, even if he’s already proved the lengths he was willing to go to make you happy.

…Like the protective husband he swore to be on your wedding day.

“You don’t have to mock me, mochi” Naoya insists. “I think you’d be better off with an actual teacher if you still want to learn.”

You do, but…

“…I want you.” You murmur, so lowly, so… sweetly, that Naoya had to double check he heard you right the first time around, quickly swirling his head onto your direction, frozen the moment your doe-like, hypnotizing eyes, those he could never get enough of, landed on his, with such intensity that let him know it was all true.

The purpose you were attempting to convey many lessons ago instantly becoming clear to him. The intentions you were too shy to speak out loud, but not enough to sway you from trying, an unknown edge of yours that had him both impressed and absorbed.

One never stops knowing their partner, do they?

What an enthralling thought to have.

“Is that so?” He murmurs back, leaning closer to you. “You’d be fine with someone like me as your teacher, princess?”

“I couldn’t think of anyone… better.” You blush. And though intimidated by his piercing gaze, you persisted. When you once cowered away, you now wished to be the only person his eyes saw.

“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Maybe it’s because he was within your reach, or because you had enough of going around in circles, whatever it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore; and with the noise of your heart deafening your ears, you lean closer to him, removing the gap between the two and placing your lips over his. Gently, sweetly, like it was your first time, and took him in—sealing your newfound sentiments with a kiss he’s long been dreaming of.

So much that he’s almost in disbelief, remaining still as he tries his best to both contain his excitement, heart ready to burst through his chest, hands itching to pull you closer and keep you there, afraid that the moment he peels away you’ll disappear, just as he’s forced you to through the beginning of this marriage.

Naoya too felt like it was the first time he’s ever kissed anyone—perhaps kissed anyone with love. With that soft warmth he could only label as true love. What he feels for you now, has always been so, and hopefully, you too.

After a few seconds, much to Naoya’s dismay, you’re the first one to separate, slowly pulling away and opening your eyes to the sight of your flustered husband, the adorable face of a man that has dreamed of this day for god knows how long, giving you the impression (alongside a sense of guilt) that maybe you should’ve been a bit more direct with your actions.

Though how everything came to be… wasn’t that bad.

“You didn’t have to go through all that, you know?” Naoya teases, his attempt to cool down the heat on his cheeks. “If you just wanted to kiss me, you just had to say so.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you joke back, and he smirks, letting out a chuckle. “…But I guess I shouldn’t have wasted your time.”

“Being with you is no waste of time.”

Now it’s your turn to grow speechless, face red, perhaps even more than Naoya’s, due to the vast, unexpected sweetness of his words, and the overwhelming embarrassment it provided you, leading you to cover your face with your hands and making him laugh even louder.

“You don’t need to act this way with me, love.” Naoya says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “We’ve done more… heated things, after all. This is nothing.”

“Oh, stop it! Is that your way of comforting me?!” You gasp, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“It is the truth, love. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You know well I wasn’t referring to that” you murmur. “…but… do you really feel that way…?”

“I’d give you the whole world if you asked.”

But even if you didn’t, he was going to do so, because he has long sworn in his own life that he’d do everything in his power to make up for all the wrongdoings he’s inflicted upon you. His best to erase the vile acts he did when he called himself your so-called husband.

For as long as it takes, all of his lifetime if so needed, and the next one, and the next one.

“I think I’ll be happy just to hear you play the piano for now.” You eventually add. “If you don’t have anything else to do.”

“I’m all yours today—”

“And...” you interrupt, Naoya blinks.

“And?”

“If I can kiss you again.” You say, shyly looking up to him. “If you want…”

“Hm, I don’t know… you’ll have to convince me.”

“How do I do that?” you tilt your head.

“By giving me a kiss for each time you had me going around in circles.”

With unprecedented speed, you quickly grabbed his face and begging to pepper kisses all over his face, Naoya more than happy that you were, and a bit startled too.

“Wait, Y/N—did you even want to learn how to play??” He rightfully concludes.

“A bit, I guess.” You giggle. “But really I just wanted to be with you.”

Naoya immediately succumbs to your gestures soon after that, putty on your hands as he lets himself be appreciated by the woman of his dreams, the love of his life—the owner of his heart.

Your heart squeezes with longing. Who knew Naoya could be this… adorable? So sweet, you didn’t have the heart to deny him—

Nor would you, setting to live out the rest of your life as his wife.

For good, this time.

I always liked the idea of you being able to feel Naoya's heart. Like, how fast it is beating because of how happy he is with you 🥺 Thankfully I do have another prompt with that exact same situation, though it's a HS au. Also, this is not their fated kiss I owe y'all, I think what I have planned is much better 😏 (or so I hope)

Now, thank you so much for waiting for my answer 🥺 I'm still slowly but surely working through them requests :> I always appreciate whenever you send me something (so don't be afraid of sharing more hehe)

Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[luridon]

Tedium

A story of a murderer and a man who can't die.

♡characters: yandere!regenerator x criminal!reader

♡warnings: MINORS DNI, blood, murder, captivity, masochism, unwanted and unrequited affection, gore, blood, violence, infantilization, black comedy, MINORS DNI

♡notes: setting with superhuman abilities, you aren't seeing much of that though lol

♡w/c: 1k+ | ♡masterlist♡

You stay calm as you angle your wrist, then plunge the blade into his neck.

Silver slips through pale skin, drawing red as smoothly as a pen with crimson ink. The blood that spills is so unremarkable you're almost annoyed. Hue, temperature, viscosity- every element no different from any other's. It would be lovely if its owner were just as normal.

Unfortunately, Raphael only blinks.

He tips his head despite the deeper tear the action makes, looking up at you through long lashes flecked with spots as red as his eyes.

His hand curls around yours. His hold is of a gentleness that you register as innate rather than weakness from blood loss, much to your disappointment. With a single, quick yank, he draws the foreign object from his neck, blood gushing over both your fingers.

It takes mere moments for the torn, stained skin to stitch smoothly together. A few more moments, and he laughs, his throat and its vocal chords already whole.

The blood on your hand paints his lips like rouge when he kisses it.

You hate his smile, the unbroken lips and the teeth complete in shape and number. You hate his face, every inch of skin and blood vessel still reflecting all the ethereal, spotless beauty of a marble statue's.

"It was a good try," he says cheerily, and you hate his voice too, so unaffected by your little act.

You want to punch him, but even doing so with the scissors between your fingers would only leave a mark on you. You sigh, hand going limp, the blades dropping.

You are so sick of this.

You turn to leave, only to be grabbed and dragged onto a lap. "Oh don't be like that, it was cute!"

You simper, leaning close and smiling sweet. "You'd be cuter dead."

"I can pretend again, if you'd like."

Your smile falls as ungracefully as dead fish. Your face turns back to one of irritation and disgust.

He had played dead weeks ago. The little hope that soared in your chest as he lay motionless on the floor lasted until you got the first doorlock open, whereupon he miraculously sprang back to life, declaring you heartless for leaving him on the ground. That had been the best sixteen minutes of your life.

Your fond recollection of that blissful quarter-hour is ruined by your unfortunate still-living seat shifting forward. You can feel the damp blood on his neck smear your shoulder and sleeve.

His lips brush against your cheek.

"Dearest," he mumurs tenderly.

"What?" you retort untenderly.

You can hear the laugh in the puff of air he exhales, yet another reminder of your failure. Damn regeneration. You curse his blood, his bones, his pumping heart and the lungs giving them air.

He twirls a lock of your hair around his finger. "Do you intend to cut my hair at all, or is only murder on the agenda today?"

Your hand reaches up to the top of his head and slides down, the stroke drawing a pleased little hum from him. His long, snowy locks slip through your fingers-

And you yank hard enough to hear a crack.

The position is uncomfortable, from the angle of his shadow. Disconcerting to most who'd catch even a passing glance. Wrong the way all snapped bones look wrong. And yet you find yourself counting.

And one, and two, and-

Another sharp crack ripples through the air as he snaps his neck back.

"Ouch," he says obligingly.

You release him and slump as you glare sullenly at the wall. His arms encircle your shrimped form, your arms dangling as you slouch and stare at nothing.

"Come on, you can make me bald again!"

"Once again. I was trying to lobotomize you."

"And you can do that again too!"

You glance back at him, unimpressed. He smiles brightly, the very image of an angel with his flowing hair and gentle eyes.

"You. Are a freak."

"And you," he cooes, "are adorable." He, of course, punctuates that with a playful bump of your nose with his own.

You lean away from him, breaking that small contact as though it matters when he's embracing you already. You resist the urge to spit at him, because he'd taken the last instance of it as an invitation to trade saliva through a messy, finesseless kiss. You had taken that as an invitation to clock him, which seemed to excite him more than the kiss had. Truly, there was no end to your suffering.

"Don't be so gwumpy, you really are cute, you know."

"Stop talking to me like a baby."

"How should I talk to you when you're acting like one?"

You shift your strength into your arms to hold his limbs tight to your body, and roll to the ground. He tumbles down with you, and you think you see him flinch from how he lands on the scissors. He's bleeding from somewhere as you shift him to his back, his half-cut hair fanning out behind him. With his light clothes and the red stains, it's like you're pinning a bloodied bird to the snow.

You tighten your grip around his neck, snarling. "How about you talk like someone about to die? How. Do I. Leave? "

He only grins at your tightening hold. You can feel the heat creeping up his neck, see the blood coloring his cheeks. Kinky bastard.

You drop him and stare at the door and its endless locks. The bio scan is easy enough- the man beneath you was all to glad to leave his DNA everywhere- but the other measures, now those were plaguing you. There was only so much lockpicking and thievery could accomplish with the sheer number and complexity of whatever puzzle hell that thing came from. If you had inhuman intelligence, you could have solved it. If your skill lay in metals or tech, perhaps that would help. If you were a pyromancer, maybe you could melt through. Alas, all you could do was inflict pain, and doors couldn't feel.

Fuck your power honestly. Good in combat? Usually. A quick distraction? Definitely. Useful for torture? Absolutely. Any help when stuck with a masochist in who-knows-where? Not. At. All.

You only pry your eyes from the door when you're pinned to the ground. Your captor looms above you, a knee between your thighs. The friction is as annoying as it is ineffective.

Raphael pouts at your empty stare. "I swear you love that door more than me, sometimes."

You clasp your hands together cutely under your chin. "I'd love if you opened it."

"Hmm. No, I don't think so."

You roll your eyes.

He sighs, fond. You're tempted to grab the scissors jutting from his thigh to stab his heart through his ribs, but that would only make one of you happy here.

He takes scissors and tosses them aside himself. A still-living body lays beside you. A bloodstained hand holds your own, and a head sticky with drying fluid leans against you as you stare at the ceiling.

"I hate you," you grumble, not for the first time.

"That's fine," he smiles, his breath warm, his fingers tight as you catch his gaze in the corner of your eye, saccharine and sickening.

"I love you anyway."

♡a/n: i drew him

[ghostgorlsworld]

Moondrunk Monster Part 4 (werewolf!ghost x reader)

You're a retired combat medic that made a mistake, costing you your cushy office job. As punishment, you're sent to an active war zone, where you meet the 141, a squad of werewolves that slowly accept you as their own. (I know, I know I'm bad at summarizing)

WARNINGS: SEXUAL ASSULT, not explicit just discussed. Pls be cautious

Nothing much happens lol but we are ramping up the tension. I promise ghost will interact more in the next chapter, he's just shy--also maybe a ghost pov soon? Idk i'm thinking about it

Part 4

You awoke with cotton mouth and the kind of dizziness that only comes from the best pain medication the military has to offer. 

It was dark outside now, the quiet hum of the generator and Shane’s soft breathing in your ear. Graves was set up in the far corner of the infirmary, Avon passed out on your bunk in a mess of tan limbs and tan scrubs.

A man in a skull mask was asleep in the chair in front of you, his head tipped back against the wall, his legs relaxed and spread wide. He was still caked in muck, which meant that he had been there all night.

Your bladder twinged, the reason why you were awake making itself known. You had to piss. Badly.

You slid off the cot carefully, eyeing Ghost as the springs creaked. You didn’t want to wake him, especially not to tell him you were about to piss your pants. 

Your boots were by his feet so you went without, padding past him in nothing but your military issued socks. You were on enough medication that you could hardly even feel the ache in your shoulder, but it made you clumsy, your hip bumping into a cabinet on your way out. 

You held your breath, glancing at the sleeping Ghost in your chair. 

He didn’t stir, his chest moving up and down rhythmically. You stared for a moment. It wasn’t often he was this…relaxed. 

His sleeve had ridden up, exposing pale, tattooed skin on his wrist. It took your breath away for a moment, your eyes stuck on that tiny sliver of skin that told you he really was a man, a man that had curly blonde hairs on his forearm and a scar that looked like a bite over his wrist.

God, you really had to be lonely to be losing your mind over someone you’d never even seen. You didn’t even know his real name, just his moniker. Ghost.

Your bladder clenched, interrupting your reverie. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bathroom.

The bathroom was thankfully a brick-and-mortar structure, a few of the female guards relieving themselves in the stalls or showering. You finished your business quickly, pausing at the sink to scrub your hands, and then, after seeing the dirt and blood on your face, attacking your skin with a rough cloth and generic hand soap.

Tomorrow, you would shower, you told yourself. Your arm looked even worse than it had before you fell asleep, your skin now smeared with the bright purples and greens of bruises, shiny with swelling. 

You blew out a breath. “You’re too old for this shit,” you told yourself in the shitty mirror, and it was the truth. You never wanted to get back in action. You missed your air conditioned office and comfortable scrubs, you missed iced coffee in the mornings and good food.

This was a punishment. You were the one woman that cried wolf, and in turn they sent you to this hellhole. 

You could die here. 

They had said it was your choice, that you could choose to fill Graves’ request for a medic, or be discharged, stripping you of retirement and the healthcare you had gotten too used to.

Graves had to know why you were here. Rumors spread like wildfire in the military, and you had been the hot gossip of the week.

The meek little nurse that had put a Colonel’s son in the ER. 

His name was John Wynn, and he was a bastard. You weren’t blind, you had seen and experienced the worst sides of the military, the sides they worked hard to hide. In the early days, before you learned to bite back, there were incidents. 

Recruits and sargents disappearing into rooms together, incidents hidden with orders from higher up, hands where they shouldn’t be, those were the things that happened in male dominated atmospheres, and for a long time, you accepted it.

Until some punk twenty five year old with a single tour under his belt and his daddy’s power tried it with you. It took you off guard when it began, you’ll admit it, it shook you more than you thought it would.

You just didn’t think you would have to fight in the world you had grown comfortable in, and you convinced yourself that it was nothing. The way he looked at you, touched you, how the new recruits scurried from him like frightened rats. 

You should have known better.

But then again, he should have known better. You weren’t his usual victim, the shy, anxious-to-please recruit that would do anything to keep from being reported. 

In a decade of service, you managed to keep your soul. You were damned if you would let that insignificant little rapist take it from you. 

John Wynn ended up in the ER with a shattered cheekbone and a bruised dick, while you walked away without even a fingerprint. His daddy wanted blood, but a few of your superiors tried to protect you and gave you the option to get out of sight for a while, at least long enough that you could finally bring yourself to walk away for good.

You sighed, straightening in the mirror. You looked like hell, your hair wild, your face swollen. You wondered why Ghost still stared.

You were quiet as you made your way back to the infirmary, your steps stumbling and clumsy. The drugs were hooking even deeper into your system, slowing your brain.

That was probably why you hadn’t noticed a pair of yellow eyes watching you from the darkness. At least, not until they moved, a massive shape coming into sight.

You hadn’t seen a wolf in its true form since Donny shook you like a rag doll. The shock of it stopped you in your tracks, your breath catching.

It was silver, the pale fur catching the moonlight like a…

Ghost.

He watched you from the shadows, the stare so familiar it was disturbing to see on an animal’s face. 

He was huge. The biggest you had ever seen, scars marking his muzzle so badly you understood why he wore a mask as a man, his left ear bitten through and ragged. 

You stumbled, the meds making you as weak as a kitten. “Ghost is that you?” You whispered. “Why’re you…”

He looked up. 

The moon was full.

You peered into the 141’s tent. The beds were empty. 

They were gone too. 

“You can go,” you whispered. “I’ll be fine, LT, I promise.”

Ghost growled, an unearthly sound that sent the hair on your neck standing straight up. He bared his teeth, long fangs snapping. 

It felt wrong to stare directly at his face, so you didn’t, settling on his strangely humanoid shoulders. “Alright,” you said, shuffling along. “As long as you don’t try to eat me, LT.” He rumbled, as if say no promises. Ghost rose from his haunches, standing to his full height under the moon. You wondered what the overhead cameras saw, if they wondered why their LT was standing in the middle of base, furry and naked.

In fact, you were wondering that yourself. 

Your heart raced. It was such a human instinct, to see a predator and want to either kiss it or run from it. 

“Jesus,” you said weakly. “I wouldn’t want to run up on you in a fight.”

It was shocking really, the reminder that these men you had been treating like friends were truly not like you at all. As much as Soap laughed and spoke, there was still an edge to him, the way his eyes glinted when he smiled, the too-sharp edge of his teeth. 

Ghost seemed to like your attention, his ears perked at the top of his head. It was oddly endearing, and you normally considered yourself a cat person.

It was like he wanted you to see him. Wanted you to be…impressed?

“Right,” you said, forcing a nod. “Well, off to bed for me I think. I’ve had a weird day.”

You wobbled your way back into your cot, stripping your socks off your feet before settling in. Ghost watched you all the while, hungry and intense as he stood vigilant in the shadows. 

For days after, you still weren’t sure if Ghost had truly shown you his other form, or if you had dreamed it up. The memory was blurred and hazy–you mostly remembered the piercing yellow-eyed stare, the way it made your stomach twist.

It was as if you were twenty again, nervous and stuttering on a first date. Just being around him sets your skin on fire.

You had never been attracted to a wolf before. In the past, you picked responsible, healthy men that had good jobs and stable lives because your life was always so chaotic. It was nice to come home to a man that would rub your calves and ask about your day.

Ghost didn’t seem like that kind of man. For one, he wasn’t a man–and again, you had no idea if wolves even liked human women like that. Like everyone else in the world, you had heard rumors about certain preferences but…he seemed different. 

He barely touched you. Barely spoke to you. 

But his eyes. They were always, always on you.

So, one day, you got the balls to ask Soap. 

“Does your kind…um,” you began, unable to stop yourself from blushing. “Does your kind like humans?”

Soap paused in the knife he was sharpening, cocking a dark brow at you. “How do you mean?” God, he was going to make you say it. “Romantically, I mean. Does it happen?”

Soap was silent for a moment, his mouth twisting as he dropped the knife onto the table. It took you a moment to realize he was laughing at you, his hand pressed to his mouth. 

“Shut up, Soap,” you said, humiliated. “Just answer the question.”

He gives you a good razzing, his eyes twinkling like he knew exactly why you were asking. “Bonnie, when was the last time you met a female wolf?”

You frowned. You hadn’t thought about it. “Never, I suppose.” “Ever wondered why?” You shook your head. “It’s a recessive gene. Passes from father to son or mother to daughter in most families, though I s’pose a few of the older ones could be exceptions. Most of the wolf-women I’ve met prefer human men, and vice versa, it’s a way we reproduce, see, two wolves means that the child will be closer to an animal, but one wolf is balanced.” 

“So…your kind prefers humans?” Soap made a face. “For the most part, yeah. Even me.”

You raised a brow, smiling. “Oh, even you? What, do you have somebody at home I don’t know about?”

To your surprise, Soap flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink. 

“Wait, do you?” You asked, taken off guard. He was only a handful of years younger than you, but he was wild and restless enough that it seemed strange to think of him settling down. 

He laughed, flashing teeth at you, even as he looked away. There was something about Johnny that was so hungry, the urge to be needed, to be liked. He made himself a better killer just so he had a purpose in the world.

“No,” he said, “I don’t. There’s a pretty girl in the cafe down the street, and I’ll go in just to hear her ask me what I want.”

“That’s kind of sad,” you said. Despite the obvious…wolfishness about him, he was handsome, dark hair and blue eyes and that ridiculous mohawk. He was too young to look so alone.

He shrugged. “It’s different for us, lass.”

The back of your neck prickled. You were being watched.

“Well, Johnny,” you said, standing. “You miss all the shots you don’t take, and I don’t know a single woman, excluding myself, that could resist those baby blues. Do me a favor and ask her out next time, you’re too young to feel old and miserable like me.” Soap smiled, a bit of cheer back in his eye. “You’re only three years older’n me, lass, I wouldn’t call ye old.” You waved the statement off, already thinking of the rounds you needed to take, patients you needed to check. “Please, I haven’t had a proper date in years, I may as well be eighty with cats.”

Soap hummed, amused like he knew something you didn’t. “I’m sure your dry spell will end soon enough. Did you see Graves eyeing your arse over the coffee machine?” You kicked him for that one, a good swat in the knee as he fell over himself laughing.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

[little-peril-stories]

My Most Common Tropes

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad in this post. (....in August, lol.) Thanks, Elli!

Rules: Look back on your work, both past and present, finished and unfinished. What are five to ten narrative elements or tropes that continuously pop up in your work?

OPEN TAG

My most common tropes and narrative elements are....

Angst

Girl Power

Violence & Power Dynamics

(Sad) Family Stuff

Slow Burn

Classic Big Bad Villains

And because I'm me, find four billion examples below the read more. :)

✨ Angst

What more can I say? I love it when my characters are sad. And hurting. And feeling hopeless. And helpless.

No matter what I do, I can’t move. I can’t get to her. I’m helpless. I’m useless. Maybe that’s all I’ve ever been—failing Jamie, failing IA, and now I’m going to fail Bree, too. - TPOT

What difference did it make? He would take her home, and she’d be his pretty possession once again, and every choice she’d made to escape the fate she’d so foolishly chosen for herself four years before would mean absolutely nothing. - TQOL

Yes, the thief thought, he was lucky. Lucky to have had Bree—who didn’t even know him—and her gentle hands on his skin, taking care of him for reasons he didn’t know or understand, doing something for him when he could never, ever pay her back. [...] Lucky that she was real, and that she had been there. Lucky, most of all, that she was gone, and that he would never see her again, because if he did, he’d have to face all over this alien, unwelcome pain of farewell. - TQOL

Being dead and suffering through some kind of purgatory was the least palatable option he’d come up with, yet the scholar half-hoped it was true. If he had died, the hell he was living through now was the false reality. It would eventually crumble into oblivion, blown away on the wind with his ashes, or buried in the ground with his decomposing corpse. - Man of Letters

✨ Girl Power

Action Girl / Plucky Girl / Determinator

Pour one out for my girls Bree, Colette, Alice, Fen, Ivy, Bridget, Nalia, Oriana, Ker, and Balain. Even when they're fucking up, which they do a lot, they're making it through and, in some cases, saving the day. Girls rule, boys drool. (shhh I'm just kidding)

Those same fears come back, renewed and armed with sharper, more vicious teeth than before. But so, too, does that promise. And even though the wind is just as cold as it was that night, and even though what I am leaving behind is infinitely more precious than what I abandoned four years ago, the taste of freedom on the wind is just as sweet. - TPOT

“Put the princess in a pair of pants and watch what happens.”- TQOL

“I chased a fucking wagon across this goddamn city. And then I chased a carriage across it again. I nearly got trampled twice. Do not fucking start with me.” - TQOL

They didn’t know what they were getting themselves into when they decided to kidnap me. I hope I get the chance to make them regret it. - TCOR

“I may be dying,” she said, her voice trembling with fury, “but I’m not dead. And I’m not going to lie around waiting to die, either.” - Book 1

✨ Violence & Power Dynamics

Violence is the Only Option / Jack Bauer Interrogation Technique / No-Holds-Barred Beatdown / Restraints / I Will Punish Your Friend For Your Failure / Defiant Captive

No respite—the rope grew tight again, accompanied now by Baden Hatchett’s hand on his chin. “Tried to take what wasn’t yours, and when she was rightfully repulsed by you, you thought you’d get to me another way instead?” - TQOL

I can’t suppress the cry that escapes as he twists and presses his fingertips against the wound. - TPOT

“Answer me,” the prince said softly, tightening his grip just enough that the scholar’s jaw began to ache. - Man of Letters

“Try to run away and I’ll let him drown your friend,” she said, digging her fingers into Nalia’s arm. - Book 1

✨ Family Stuff

Annoying Younger Sibling / Disappointing Older Sibling / Dead Parents / Abusive Parents

When Will kept bouncing, seeming not to hear their mother’s question, Jamie picked up one of his brother’s abandoned socks from the floor, crushed it into a ball, and hurled it at his head. - TPOT

“No one says anything. No one. Even you. You got arrested and you never fucking told me and he had that old record and that’s how he knew your name, and I can’t believe you never said anything, for fuck’s sake, and that happened when Ma was still alive—” - TPOT

The entire time I was in jail, truly believing and even hoping that my brother had skipped town and saved himself and left me to die, I never wanted to hurt him as much as I do right now. - TCOR

A knife under the ribs. It was Bridget’s fault. “I didn’t—I should’ve—I know I waited too long to go to the feds. I’m going to regret it forever, you know.” - Fen and Freddie

“Keeping me here to suffer more because your mother died on you, that’s not fair.” I know these words will hurt her. I don’t care. “I watched my ma die, too.” - TPOT

“My mother…she used to. She lives in the country now.” A distant look came into his eyes. “My dad’s dead. Of the fever. When it came here.” - Book 1

The soft words of her mother often came to her in such moments—the gentle but fragmented counsel that had helped Cecilia Cooper through her own marriage to Silas Cooper, a bitter man prone to temper and partial to drink. Stay with me, my love, she had whispered so often, and I will keep you safe. A mostly empty promise, untrue but well-meant; Breanna had known even then that her mother had tried her best. Let’s practice some sums, she would sometimes say, smoothing away her daughter’s tear-damp locks, watching the door with a frantic eye in case the handle began to turn. - TQOL

✨ Slow Burn

Make them go through a billion and a half awkward moments and almosts before they kiss!

Almost Kiss / Rescue Romance / Sleep Cute

I bet that hair practically glows red when the sun hits it just right. Especially in the light of sunset, when the sky turns to pink and orange flame. - TPOT

Dawn, of course, does not reach us inside our cell. Its rays can’t drift inside and wake us gently, can’t illuminate our fingers that remained entwined through the night; perhaps it is some innate, natural understanding that it’s almost time to rise that makes my eyes flutter open. A pair of hazel ones stares back. - TPOT

Are we closer than we were a minute ago? Can I better see the flutter of her eyelashes, glittering with tears, as she looks up at me, her cheeks pale, her lips parted to let every frightened breath pass, her hair brushing against her skin in perfect disarray? - TPOT

This was different: lovely, potent, thrilling. Like silken threads woven with bronze, like some entity of creation had crafted this man from warm earth and molten metal. - TQOL

This gaze burned like sunshine—like spring, like warmth on meadow grasses, like the glint of golden light off a pond. It burned, and it didn’t waver, and she knew where he was looking when he shifted a strand of damp hair away from her neck. - TQOL

He fixed her with that annoyingly penetrating gaze, like she was a book he wanted to read. - Book 1

✨ Big-Bad Style Villains

Big Bad / Lack of Empathy / Blaming "The Man" / The Chessmaster / Implacable Man / Evil Gloating

“Mouth off to her again,” he said softly, “and I’m going to make you very sorry.” - Book 1

“Oops,” Brockhurst said. “That might have broken a rib. Or several.” - Fen and Freddie

“Look at you. You’re no hero,” Hatchett says. My eyes fly open again. “A thief is all you are—a terrible one at that. Iustitia aecum, indeed.” He bares his teeth. “You and the others, you wear your guise of honour. Still, you are nothing more than lowlife, thieving criminals. Her, just as much as you.” He scoffs. “She says you saved her, once upon a time. Today, you will not.” - TPOT

“I most certainly am not mistaken,” says Jean Regent. “I did hope we could be civil from the start, but if you continue to be evasive and spout pointless lies, then I am afraid I shall have to resort to more barbaric measures rather quickly.” - TCOR

“Remember this, will you?” Regent lifts the poker from the hearth. “Remember that I could have ended your sorry life and chose not to. Remember that I showed you mercy. And remember…” His smile widens to a grotesque, gaping grin. “Remember that if you anger me again, the girl pays the price.” - TCOR

OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS AHH

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book Four of…]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

Holy shit. This is definitely my favorite so far! Julian… I don’t know what to say. He’s everything I want in a live action Jafar- brown skin, tattoos, morally gray personality. I love that he’s the total villain and has set plans, only for those plans to unravel right before his very eyes.

And Yasmin! I loved her. I was so scared I was gonna hate her because she was so infatuated with Aidan… but her eyes were really opened in this.

I loved the family and relationship angst, and watching Julian come to certain realizations. You think Yasmin is a spoiled princess, but she is not. And I love her even more for it. Especially when Julian treats her the way he does in order to make her less helpless.

Normally I’m a huge fan of the fast-paced romance, but this slow burn was everything!

* So I’m just gonna state the obvious. Yasmin is “Jasmine” and Julian is “Jafar”… right?

* Damn. Only the prologue and Julian is already taking out his competition.

* Ahhh. And Aidan is “Aladdin”. Got it.

* Lol. Julian thought Yasmin would freak when she spotted him watching Aidan eating her out, but it seems it turned her on instead. It’s Julian that’s fucked 😂

* Yikes. Daddy wants her to get married and be “taken care of”. She loved Aidan though and knows her dad won’t approve. But now Julian is thinking of marrying her and then killing her after the dad dies. This is so messy lol.

* I love Riya. Yasmin needs to listen to her bestie.

* Oohhhh. Interesting. Julian is offering a deal to Yasmin and Aidan, and Aidan will do anything..? Julian thinks he’s power hungry and doesn’t like Yasmin and much as she likes him.. 🤔 Could Aidan be using her..?

* Holy shit. He killed another of Yasmin’s suitors 😂 Dude really wants that diamond company.

* Oh fuck ahaha. Julian played Yasmin and Ali like a fucking fiddle. HE KNEW that Ali would accept his daughter’s choice no matter what, but he still worked his way in AND got Aidan out of the picture. For now.

* “You can make me wear your ring,” I hiss, “and parade me around with your last name, but I will never bow for you.” // He smirks. “We’ll see.” — Damn.

* Damn. That officer disrespected Yasmin and Julian made him pay for it with his life. I love a protective man, even if Yasmin doesn’t know he’s that protective.

* Oh my god… I hope Yasmin stands up for Julian if his mother tries any shit.

* Wow. His mom is a cunt.

* I can’t believe I’m 250 pages in and STILL NO FUCKING! This really is a slow burn.

* Damn. Julian eats pussy like a champ 😂 I can’t believe he didn’t fuck her tho. Why does he wanna hear that she’s his when he still plans to kill her 🤔 He’s doubting his plan now, huh.

* Ian and Jeannie are fucking traitors. I think. And with Yasmin’s fake will and plans to kill Ali if he doesn’t die soon… someone’s gonna tell Yasmin and it’s gonna break her heart because she’s starting to like Julian 🤦🏻‍♀️ So messy.

* Why the fuck is Jeannie so sketchy rn.

* “I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust. I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth. I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me. But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”

* She chose Julian! Fucking finally.

* Ohhh. So that’s why Jeannie was acting sketchy. But Julian’s plans have changed… now all Yasmin needs to do is have an actual conversation with him before jumping to conclusions.

* FUCK YOU, IAN. I HOPE JULIAN KILLS YOU!

* Why would Aidan take the lamp? Greedy fucker.

* Holy fuck. Aidan was playing Yasmin for a fool the entire time. What a greedy little bitch.

* Oh my god. They love each other and I’m so happy lol.

[kyouka-supremacy]

I am totally pushing the aku top of the school agenda HOWEVER this mf would pop a vein before tutoring anyone (teaching math would end up in murder)

I swear I am extremely fascinated by and genuinely interested to understand what prompts this fairly spread perception of smart Akutagawa because I really can't see it.

Akutagawa is THE flawed character of the franchise. He has barely any redeemeing qualities. His being a ruthless, mindless dog, a beast, an animal is a central theme of his character: he's one of the most inhuman characters, no rationality, no emotions. It only makes sense he'd also be lacking in intellect, one of the most intrinsically human qualities, right? Let's also keep in mind that when it comes to intelligence, he was specifically trained since a very early age so that he wouldn't develop any critical thinking skill or wisdom. He was appositely built to be an executor, never a thinker. A killing machine, a mindless beast. He was made to be a tool, not a person. He is the very epitome of irrationality- and that much shows in everything he does! There's plenty canon evidence to support it. His actions are never guided by preliminary thoughts, he just acts on instinct, akin to an animal. He will kill his target in chapter 4 although his mission is specifically not to, he will barge into a building full of security guards right through the front door without even ordering his subordinates to offer support, he will go rogue and storm into the Moby Dick destroying everything in his path no matter the consequences, he will naïvely jump off a balcony to catch a repetitor just because his worst enemy said it had Dazai-san on the line- do I have to continue? His whole character is exclusively driven either by orders, or by instinct and irrationality. Guys, it would have been SO MUCH EASIER if upon seeing Ranpo's message Akutagawa had just took out his phone and gone “hey Chuuya-san, it's likely we've found the mastermind and the whole thing will be solved here at this place, can you come over one second?”. But he didn't, and it's not simply a matter of suspension of disbelief (in the way that the events are more satisfying this way). Was it for his pride then? Indeed, but Akutagawa's pride and irrationality are in a perpetual concomitant relationship of cause and effect, where one is constantly born from the other. I do think his very simple and straight-forward objectives (1. kill the Jinko 2. be acknowledge by Dazai-san 3. die) are themselves expression of his simple mindset, and so is a certain naïvety he has, that I honestly wish more people took into account when characterizing him.

It's funny because, the thematic relevance of it is the whole point- in reality, I don't think there's such a thing as a stupid person, I firmly believe everyone has their own kind of intelligence, a field each of us excells in. But it's exactly because Akutagawa isn't a person (well. in this context at least), but a character, that one can push a characteristic to its extremes in order to make it symbolic of something, in order to make an archetype out of his character. And Akutagawa at his core is irrationality, he is Dazai's failed trainee and ugliest foil, he is the ultimate pawn, he is the beast. The fact that Akutagawa is a character– it's relevant. He's not a person, he's a vassel for themes. I can dare to rudely talk about him like he was an animal because it's the narrative itself that before anyone else pushes the reader to see him in a dehumanizing way. Akutagawa once literally tore the skin off a man's neck with his teeth effectively killing them. It's quite not simple dog coding anymore lol. But he's just a dude from a book really, he's just symbolism: and that's why he can become a dog, or a pawn, or the stupidest person of Yokohama, as the author or reader pleases. It's really not that deep ahah

I can guess a possible counterpoint would be that perhaps, in a universe where he wasn't subject to the slums and Dazai's abuse such as high schools aus, Akutagawa would get his chance to be witty? But then I can't help but think, if you don't make Akutagawa stupid... Aren't you taking a fundamental trait of his character away from him? What's left of Akutagawa then? What would be the point of reading, let's say, a sskk high school fic if you can't recognize Akutagawa in it? But then again I guess this is exactly the reason why I can't bring myself to like most of alternative universe bsd fics (╥﹏╥)

Also, ultimately, there *are* personal preference components to it. In my headcanon Akutagawa has autism / adhd, and although those don't always have a negative impact on one's academic results, there is a chance they do. And I'd honestly lean towards that chance more when it comes with Akutagawa, because he is the pathetic man that has everything going wrong for him. There's symptoms in his impulsivity and scarce self-control, and I believe they'd make school life very hard for him, especially when it comes to focusing in classes and for studying- which is fitting tbh, can you imagine Akutagawa ever having a happy life? (I'm jk I swear I love him)

Besides, I must have mentioned how one of the main appeals of sskk for me is how despite being thoroughly flawed people they can still be loved. It's surprisingly comforting to think that even the most evil of people can be loved, and it's the same when it comes for stupidity. Stretching Akutagawa's flaws just makes him more symphatetic and enjoyable to read about.

[xtrastorageblog]

Thoughts on the new video!

Ok so obviously Future Angel "communicated" with Past Angel. I believe Angel realized that if they defended themselves the Earth would explode and they don't want that. So that's why they asked to die. So the things I'm most curious about are ...

1. Angel physically gets bigger by like a foot (goes from Freedoms shins to her thigh). Is that because those neurons physically joined him? Like the future Angel's men split and one joined past Angel and that's why they bigger?? I know this is such a minor thing but Alex never does anything just because

2. Freedoms back 🎉 it makes sense, since angel winning the fight means the earth exploding. The only other two options would be either Angel evades her for ever which is a lot, or they let themselves get killed :( How quickly she killed them though was so fast, it makes me wonder if she even registered?? What he said, like she was just going in for the kill anyways.

It's always interested me how Angel is 17 army men, like you think they would be the inhuman monster. How does 17 men who probably knew each other for a few months (they were just in an army troop not bffs) learn to get along so well that they can agree on what to say?? And be so mad at the world, they have every right to be and yet they never attack innocents or want to destroy the world but to be left alone (but they don't want to be the only being on Earth)

While freedom, she used to be a man with a wife and a daughter, they are a father and daughter and yes he got what he wanted (slaughtering Americans and I'm sur Nina's ok with it because 'theyre bad people') but he made that choice to be freedom and yet she wants to put skin on herself and look human... Like what a living contradiction to what to look human and yet your actions make you more of a monster than anything else.

I said all that because I think we're going to be seeing more of Freedom...can't wait lol (I don't hate her she just creeps me the fuck out, great villain tho)

Thanks for reading!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i finally got to catch up with the new sith chapters, i've been busy vacationing after school🥱 it's a great feeling to come home to several new chapters waiting lol

this is for chapter 21 btw:

i LOVE, love cordelia. she's such a girl's girl and i love how she didn't hold on a grudge against the o/c, she's soooo sweet. her thinking friedrich probably doesn't know her name😭 that's such a friedrich thing tbh

"... someone who isn’t so inextricably linked with another girl already." omg. everyone knows. like now i'm also curious of how they broke up??? like was cordelia like "ooohhh... so you're in love with your best friend and you're leaving me" or did she play the fool or something???

"... knowing full well you could never withstand torture. Not you, you were at heart a self-interested person who’d sell out Marley if it meant saving your own skin." this is an interesting take on o/c's character, and these bits are my favorite parts of this story. the o/c not being a traditional "hero" and acting against it (even getting annoyed when called one) is new and much much more realistic than idealist mcs who are willing to die for a noble cause so selflessly.

i truly enjoyed o/c and marek's conversation. she definitely needed to see the other side of the war and the consequences of her sacrifice. her idea might've led to something horrible, but it was either the enemy or themselves. i'm so glad that she was reminded that whatever she had done, it wasn't in vain and it had some positive outcomes for them. and not just for the military, but for people as well.

i love filler chapters like this! it's intriguing to dive into the o/c's life and character without getting lost in the action.

I hope you had a great vacation!! LMAO yes I’ve been trying to at least update SitH even though I’ve been slacking with updating literally everything else 😭

— yess I really wanted to subvert tropes w this fic and cordelia is a character I tried to do that with!! She’s definitely such a girls’ girl and I honestly just felt like writing her and Y/N to hate each other over a man would do a disservice to both of their characters and make them sm flatter and less 3D. Also friedrich definitely does know cordelia’s name but I’ll leave it open to interpretation whether that’s because his BFF dated her or because he just like. Remembers her name from when general magath introduced her to the trio

— SDJLSJS yes it’s like public knowledge at this point literally everyone knows but they all just kind of ignore it. I feel like it wasn’t a super intense break up or anything they just were like “okay this actually is not working for…reasons…” and moved on. I doubt either of them explicitly said why but it was definitely heavily implied

— Y/N as a character is like my favorite thing abt SitH I feel like I peaked with writing her tbh. I think the most interesting thing is that for the first few chapters it seems like she’s going to be the classic hero who chooses good and is super righteous and rises above her circumstances but then she just…doesn’t take that path. Whether she’s a hero or a villain really just depends on which pov you look at it from!! But I agree that she could never really be considered the stereotypical noble Hero and she herself recognizes that and hates when people think that’s who she is because it’s not

— marek’s physical state (specifically his face) is meant to directly reflect Y/N’s emotional state, and in accepting him despite how he was affected by the war, she began to finally accept herself despite how SHE was affected by the war. In real life, conflicts aren’t black and white, so while Y/N’s idea was definitely reprehensible, the other side wasn’t completely innocent either (although, of course, the people directly impacted by her idea — the Eldians — arguably were). For as many people that she hurt and as many lives that she destroyed, she also managed to save at least one, and that’s enough to at least allow her to start moving on

I feel like the filler chapters have been dragging on sm 😭 but at least if all goes to plan there’s only one more chapter left of “the gang hangs out in liberio” and then there will be…not necessarily ACTION but new situations and whatnot

[semi-imaginary-place]

4.0 stormblood pvp my beloved oh how i missed you. its interesting which items ended up being marketboard valuable and which werent. some items are very hard to get on the free trial but worthless on the marketboard. i pvp for the glamour and it took me 10 minutes to find where in the menu the actions were.

hmmm 3 plot threads: doma, ala mhigo, shinryu. i have a feeling like in 2.x ffxiv will be progressing all 3 at once, it would be interesting if they used the parallel narratives of doma and alamhigo to say something but i don't trust the writers.

not even out of rhalgar's reach and the game has crashed 6 times

if the ala mhigan resistance is so fractured no wonder illberd was successful if he could unite the factions. could take a leaf out of his book and do the same proping raubahn up as a figurehead to unite ala mhigo under.

attack on rhaelgar's reach: hooboy you can see how ffxiv was actually making money at this point so the dev team had an actual budget for like voice acting and fight choreography and animation. tsk cowards should have killed someone to drive home how zenos is a threat. kemp would have been the cliche choice so that the Resistance has to scrambled leaderless and even more disorganized. it would also give Lyse a chance to step up and unite Ala Mhigo as part of her character arc about struggling with diaspora identity. Y'shtola would be the other choice as the scions sacrifice yet another member and Lyse is faced with how her path is killing her friends. a concept i like is that all the scions eventually die so by the end there's no one you started out standing with yo but the devs are too cowardly to do so. like ship of Theseus scions as a friend group scions as a concept. (like when you first meet the scions alphinaud isn't a part of them yet). 3rd dude would also be cliche but i'd feel the worst about his death, brought back just to die is a terribly trope.

zenos sounds so incredibly bored i love the voice acting. that sword sheath is ridiculous why is it so big

i thought rhaelgar's reach was considered safe because garlemald didn't know where it was, and now that it is no longer hidden is it safe to stay here? oh lol they did kill meffrid aka the worst option. put on a bus since like level 20 msq and brought back just to die. waste of a character and his death is the least impactful of the 3. i just feel bad for him. because the last time the player sees him he's so angry and distraught and the player character is this last thread of hope and then you come and here see that he's found something meaningful to do

i've liked the soundtrack so far but its softer than i imagined. like there's a lot of lone soft piano.

sunk cost fallacy, but i don't want the old man to give up either. I feel for conrad.

this actually isn't a bad plan, i think i proposed something like this way back when i played 2.0

sidequesting! bioweapon black rose was developed and tested in gry albania using captured ala mhigans. comet's tail used to be a rhalgar holy site and the garleans used it for weapon testing. ala mhigan architecture traditionally uses stone and that made quarrying big especially when it was for royal palaces but garleans built using only metal.

I will say as a pipin enjoyer stormblood has been great with the pipin screen time

i have the unfounded yet strong suspicion that the writers who created yda in 1.0 are different from the people who wrote stormblood. they wanted a new character without having to introduce a new character. thus: lyse impersonating her sister. minfilia and lyse since they're both highlanders that inherited midlander models from 1.0 and they are like the only ala mhigans with very light skin, blue eyes and blond hair. like if it was just one i'd take that as a statistical improbability, but both of the major ala mhigan scion characters??? but them not looking like highlanders much is the same as cid being short in that in 1.0 midlanders were the only hyur model they had. its not going to happen but i dream of them revamping the models in 7.0 to be more like the other highlanders.

one thing i do like that arr (and maybe 1.0 idk didn't play it) sets up and then i see again here in stormblood is a theme of multiculturalism in the eorzean alliance vs the hegemony imperialism of the garleans. like the only way to gain respect in the empire in to act and be garlean so give up your original culture and try (and fail) to be as garlean as possible vs. the resistance is like hell yeah the snake ladies are great. there content in 2.0 that shows eorzeans can be just a racist as the garleans, but its hard to tell if it was done deliberately, if so actually that'd be a pretty good take. and there are aspects of this in the sidequests like where you help reunite the qiqin brothers or how they talk about how the ones outside uldah used to be regular merchants but the anti beastmen laws took away their livelihoodthe problem as with ffxiv as a whole is that its 50 (idk the real number) some writers all doing their own thing and they dont coordinate so while one group of writers are depicting the racism beast tribes face in eorzea, another group or writers is going haha look at these moral-less subhumans.so its not so much growth so much as the natural cycle of a old mmo where the writers are cycled out and we just so happened to get the anti racism ones as the msq writers where as before they were side quest writers.

[bistaxx]

I find it really funny when people draw or make posts about c!Q and k!Q where c!Q is the 'evil, sneaky, scary and cruel' one to k!Q's 'innocent, doe-eyed, kind, and good" self, because like I feel rather confident in saying that k!Q is the worse one of the two LOL

/pos

[dies-first]

Would you want blizz designers to make a hanzo skin with his new look (from the holiday comic)? I think it would be p cool

FAM U KIDDING?>

How terrifying would it be to just see a guy so confident in his skills to murder you that he just shows up late with starbucks after getting his side shave all cleaned up, aiming his bow with one hand bc he Can, head shotting u across the map, then kicking ur corpse off the ledge with his latest Adidas shoes, saying something like “I got out of bed for this? u n a c c e p t a b l e”

[somedayslater]

Chapter 408 - random thoughts

Ah my i almost never go here, but those last chapters are really merciless ! I just want to write random thoughts, especially after reading @5x-ra​ own analysis (thanks for your post @5x-ra​, really interesting) !!

1. I dont understand why people are saying She Li is a coward for running. He’s not just running away -because if he was, he would have disappeared and would not have waited for He Tian to try and ambush him. He’s just not an idiot ; what’s the point for him to stay around and get his face smashed ? The difference in level in fighting is clear, he doesnt stand a chance against HT. HT was born and trained as a fighter ; isnt HT the one who is cheating, choosing a way to resolve the conflict with his fists, knowing he can only win X) ?

She Li’s shtick is manipulating people, getting under their skin, planning in advance. It was never brute force, and we rarely see him fighting -he uses other people for that. It’s not bad per se, it just means he’s intelligent ; too bad he uses it for nefarious purposes lol. If he was a nice character, I’m sure people would find it clever for him to run away from the fight scene, find a weapon, and ambush HT. But yeah because his role is to be the antagonist and because his main goal is just to make other people miserable, it’s hard to be impressed by this, instead most of the readers wants to see his face smashed and for him to rip the consequences of his actions lol.

2. I think in the scene where Mo smashes his face from behind, SL is livid, not necessarily afraid ! But yeah, the interpretation of him being afraid is also strongly supported by the manwha. But I think She Li must be thinking, “how dare you do that to me ? how dare you oppose me, now of all time ?” Especially, because Mo do the same thing to SL that SL did to the old man who tried to kill Mo. It’s an ironic twist of the same situation.I’m not sure about SL feelings towards Mo, maybe he he loves in his own twisted way, in a really “i own him” way -he even said almost this sentence a few times. So, for She Li, Mo attacking him is like your own dog biting you after you hit him. SL think he has a right to mistreat Mo : he owns Mo, it’s his possession, and so if he beats him to teach him his place, it’s just rough love kind of. But for Mo to react back, it’s a betrayal. And that’s why SL doesnt hesitate : he tries to actually kill Mo, like @5x-ra​ said piercing him in the head ??? wtf. Like an owner hitting his dog too many times, killing it in a fit of rage, because his dog dared to bite back, SL honestly think Mo deserves to die for opposing him. man...

3. Honestly, isnt this story a story about how adults fail the children again and again lol ? There’s no adults around, except HC and Qiu who are like “ok do what you want, just no killing”. I know it’s because the manhwa is destined for a young audience (? maybe), and a young audience identify themselves with the protagonists and so doesnt want annoying parents taking care of them. Even tho, like what the hell haha

4. Altho i do love the last few chapters, am I the only one who is getting kind of annoyed by this “damsel in distress” version of Guan Shan ? We fell in love with MGS because he was a nasty, feisty, dirty ball of fluff. It was the contradictions that was enchanting : he try to fight innocent jyan yi WITH HIS GROUP just because, he throws a rock at ZZX head, he insults everyone and refuse to socialise, he’s mean to the girls who just say hello to him. He insults HT non-stop, often times it’s fair (HT was really cynical at the time), sometimes it’s hypocrite : why cry because HT is mean to him when literally he ambushed JY over nothing ? He’s proud and think he’s better than others because he’s not a hypocrite, but then he have nothing to show off either. And then at the same time he’s oddly loyal, righteous, and honest. It was what attracted HT. And the appeal to their relationship was this pull and push. Mo was as strong as HT in this psychological game.

But since a few chapters, Mo stopped pushing so much. And it’s nice ! It means there’s actually a relationship being constructed between HT and Mo. But then it became really unbalanced. Because HT continues to pull, and Mo just do... nothing. He’s blushing and not looking in the eyes. He does this bc HT wants to, he does that because HT says so... ok he makes a (weak) scene, and thats all. He’s like loosing his character ? He’s becoming more and more passive, he’s a character where things are being done to him and not a character who is doing things.

And it makes me afraid ! because the same thing happened to ZZX and JY. Remember : we all liked zhanyi because because it was two strong characters, with different feelings, desires, behaviours, etc. JY was always the most active one in the relationship, but ZZx had a personality : remember the confession scene ? the kidnapping scene ? You could really feel who ZZX was. And then, once he began to reciprocate JY’s feelings, his character... disappeared.

Like honestly i dont mean to offend, but ZZX right now ? He’s a street lamp. A sexy, stylish streetlamp, but a streetlamp. He could disappear from the story, you could replace by a photography for JY to droll over, it would be the same. And it makes me sad ! But that’s the reason i’m totally disengaged from zhanyi now. Zhanyi is : Jyan Yi does something ->ZZX is.... here I guess. Once again, a character where things are done to him. He’s just kind of hanging out, and we know JY care about him because JY says he cares about him, but there’s nothing to show for it. It’s been years I think, where all ZZX is doing is sighing, patting JY shoulders, oh and last chapter he ran in the hospital. Where he still is probably.

And I’m so afraid the same thing is going to happen to Mo :0 !! Like, now he mellows and kind of reciprocate HT’s feelings, so he’s just becoming someone who stand by, cry, and run. The main character is HT, and Mo is here to look at him. He’s loosing his personality !! I dont want him to disappear. I dont want Old Xian to do the active one who initiates all the actions x the passive one who says “ahh” “ooh” when the active one do something. Please OX dont do that T_T

Hoping the trend will change soon... even if Mo doesnt want to fight anymore, or scream anymore, he doesnt have to become boring. It’s a strong fit to socialize with others when all your life you have been shunned, to learn to trust and love again, there’s a way of depicting it where Mo keeps his strong, fierce personality, without it meaning he’s automatically reverting back to fighting and insulting.

PHEW here it is, my two cents.

[zolusbian]

Your fics got me into lacho hyperfixation hell. I have reread all of them two or three times this week alone. You're just so good at their characterization, I love your work. Do you have any advice for writing them? Both in general and any thoughts on how they'd vibe in an au where Lalo meets Season 1/2 Nacho? Lalo is just a slippery character for me to get a grasp on, and I feel like Nacho really changed from earlier seasons but his lack of screentime makes the details and nuances a bit blurry.

hey! thanks so much for the ask!!! and wow, that's a lot of rereading, ha.

as far as writing them, i've been thinking about how i would summarize it. lalo is definitely the harder character to write for but i always say that the upside to writing him is getting to lovingly describe, like, nacho's eyelashes and bow legs, lol.

so here are some general guidelines.

nacho

nacho speaks only what needs to be spoken. he is not verbose nor particularly eloquent. his speech in 6x03 didn't change my mind about this--that's a special occasion. he is also prone to being crude about things, especially in the earlier seasons. ("you're shitting me." "looks like a schoolbus for five-year-old pimps.")

despite what the reality is, nacho has convinced himself that he is doing everything for his dad and that he has a conscious/he's better than everybody else. nacho is a liar to everybody including himself, about everything. this can be tricky to write, because you have to fight the impulse to tell what's really going on to the reader, so trust your reader's intelligence! alternatively, when you go really angsty (as i am prone to do), you can have nacho have moments of self-realization and then bury them with something like sex, alcohol, drugs, or working out. or just zoning out on the couch with amber and jo's mac and cheese or something.

regarding amber and jo: nacho feels a certain detached protectiveness. they are his morality pets. they are there to keep his bed warm. they are there for mindless sex and to make him feel like he's doing something, i.e., housing them and giving them drugs. the fandom joke that they're his housecats is pretty much accurate. he's kinda shitty about it, but nacho is a kind of a shitty guy.

nacho is smart but not too smart. he does not achieve complete self-awareness and he does not think his plans through. he is prone to thoughtless, impulsive actions that he thinks are well-planned (hector's murder.) this is the key thing i have to say about writing nacho: nacho thinks he's better than everybody, but he's not.

lalo

lalo is not incapable of love, empathy or sympathy!!! he is perfectly capable of those things, he just has a fucked-up, salamana-influenced moral code that disregards most people. lalo loves his family, especially his uncle and yolanda (i will die on that hill--he greets her like a man greeting his mama!!!). if he lets you into his circle--which is nearly impossible and something nacho accomplished through the skin of his teeth--he will extend emotions to you. he just simply doesn't care about most people.

relatedly, lalo is not needlessly cruel. it may look like it, but he's practically cruel. he doesn't kill margeritte (sp) or her dog because he doesn't have to, there's no reason to suspect him; he kills hector and the travelwire guy because it's easier to eliminate witnesses. that being said, he can enjoy warranted violence perfectly well--the bell story exemplifies this, but still, in his mind, there was a reason for the violence.

lalo is gay and also does not see women as people. (these are two separate points, but in lalo's mind, are related.) yolanda is the exception because she's not a Woman, she's Mom.

lalo is prone to flourished speech and is a physical talker. it's a nice complement to nacho, who stands there stone-faced and goes "Sure." or "Nah." to everything.

lalo also thinks he's better than everybody. he kinda is. he's not baselessly confident.

a random pet peeve for both of them: i don't like random spanish in fics unless it's something untranslatable ("mijo" for example). i prefer indicating whether they're speaking in english or spanish. i have lacho talk pretty exclusively in spanish with each other, but either way works, really. (i enjoy the headcanons about lalo thinking nacho's chicano spanish is shit, lmao.)

NOW about the au--lalo would be completely charmed by nacho! i think nacho would have to go through the impressing lalo thing, but this time proving he's not just some over-pompous low-level street guy. lalo might be weary and not take nacho as seriously at first. then nacho would reveal some of his inner smarts, bat his eyelashes and swing his hips or whatever, and lalo would go AWOOGAH with cartoon eyes popping out of his head. maybe they'd take down the cartel together, or maybe nacho would prove lalo's fatal flaw. who knows! we'll find out if i ever get around to writing this fic.

i hope this helped! :)

[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Play - OT7 Ceo au Drabble part 5 / Hyung line focus

Caution: fluff and mean teasing ahead. Continuation from part 4 (takes place before part one) please let me know what you think, I still need to edit blush lol

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Namjoon, Hobi and Jin are busy when you walk into drop the papers on Yoongi’s desk, they still greet you fondly while working and you bow deeply taking your leave. You don’t take a step out of the office when a hand comes across the door frame stopping you in your tracks.

Yoongi hides the mischief under his own skin better than the youngest CEOs but you can still see a glint of it as he smirks at you like you’ve been caught red handed. Well you had mere moments ago and you were hoping he wasn’t going to bring it up, seems like you were wrong.

“Did you have fun Kitten?” He saunters forward and you take a step back, why were these men hell bent on killing you today.

“Fun?” Hobi looks up from his paperwork and frowns questioningly at you.

Yoongi’s smirk grows wider as your mouth opens like a fish out of water, unable to speak a word as the heat in your cheeks returns with revenge. He gives you a fake look of pity at the pleading look in your eyes, did he feel cruel? A little, but why should the maknaes have all the fun?

You remember a time when he used to be stoic and mysterious, a time when he didn’t really used to speak to you unless it was work related, a time before you broke down his barriers and released this monster that loved to tease and torture you. What would it take to go back before you unleashed Min Yoongi from his shell to save you from this moment? He was as bad as Jimin, he just hid it better.

“Sunshine?” Hobi asks again after you don’t answer, and you narrow your eyes at his friend in distaste. You cannot believe the audacity of Min Yoongi.

“Cat got your tongue Y/n?” He looks pleased with himself, his gummy teeth on show, arms crossed and waiting. Damn these men if they think you were going to go down without a fight, this kitten’s got claws.

“I had lunch with Tae, Jiminie and Kookie,” you turn back and smile at Hobi, “I hope that’s okay.”

Hoseok arches his eyebrow in question to the man almost laughing behind you, why was this being brought up, it didn’t sound like a big deal. Jin and Namjoon also look confused but don’t look up from their papers, listening to the conversation instead.

Yoongi scoffs at your answer, “that’s not what it looked like to me.”

Namjoon could hear the jealousy in his tone even though he masked it up well, now he was interested.

“What did it look like beautiful girl?” Jin asks curiously.

Damn Min Yoongi to hell! You turn back to scowl at him, and he tries to stop the laugh at how cute his kitten looked when she was pissed at him. He crosses his arms expectedly, not uttering a word to save you. How on Earth were you meant to explain what happened when you couldn’t make sense of it yourself!

“I-I umm, I-I don’t know what it must’ve looked like,” you stutter out, “the guys were just...”

But remembering their touches and sultry gazes was bringing more heat up to the surface of your skin, you bite your lip and no one misses the action.

“... checking up on me?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Jungkook was massaging Kitten’s back while Taehyung was feeding her strawberries and who knows what Park Jimin was doing but knowing him he probably orchestrated the whole thing.”

You wanted to die on the spot, it didn’t sound that bad but these were your bosses and you were their employee this was beyond unprofessional. Why was Yoongi doing this to you!

Namjoon raised his eyebrow with a mix of shock and more questions. Jin and Hoseok tried to hide their smirks knowing full well what the younger CEOs were like and what games they liked to play with you, considering the fact they were the ones to come up with them.

Maybe if you prayed really hard the ground would open up swallow you whole.

“Really beautiful girl?” Jin’s thick lips were spread into a smile that made your knees shake, why were all seven of them so unknowingly sexy? “Why were they doing that?”

What was this? An interrogation? Your brain still hasn’t caught up with the events of earlier today, you’d love to know why yourself. Yoongi doesn’t help you out this time, watching you flounder was much more fun, sadistic asshole that he was.

“Are you not feeling too good Sunshine?” The care in his voice didn’t match the look on his face, it was almost mocking. Hobi’s pout was lethal, cute but teasing, and you didn’t know whether he was genuinely concerned or picking on you.

“Did they make you uncomfortable baby girl?” Anyone else would hear the irony as he uttered the pet name but you paid no attention to it as you shook your head in answer, suddenly finding the words to defend the three absentee CEOs to save them from the wrath of Kim Namjoon.

“No we’re friends right? They were just messing around, I didn’t take it too seriously, you know what they’re like,” you stop yourself rambling on, squeezing your lips shut with your teeth.

“Friends?” Namjoon tries to conceal the disappointment tn in his tone, a single eye brow raising and you take it the wrong way.

“No, not friends, I mean I know you’re all my bosses it’s just you’re all so nice I guess I just thought of you all as friends but I know my boundaries Kim depyunim, I respect all my bosses.”

He sighs, “call me Namjoon, Y/n.”

Or Joonie or Namjoonie like you did when you were in a really good mood and forgot all about how to address him correctly, he loved it when you pushed professional boundaries and gave them a Nickname, he knew how much you loved yours whether you admitted to them or yourself or not.

“I don’t think that’s fair beautiful girl,” Jin pouted, “they got to comfort you and we didn’t.”

That was the moment your brain decided to shut down completely, it was already on its way out and it decided to leave your body, heart and soul to the mercy of four gorgeous men. You nearly jump at the hands wrapping around your waist from behind, a sigh from Yoongi behind you as he presses himself against your back, head resting against your own as if he was getting ready to sleep like this.

“Did I give you too much work Kitten?” He said with concern. Where your brain failed your heart was going into overdrive to compensate. He’s holding you so close you can’t breathe and you wonder if your lungs are going to fail on you too.

“N-no Min depyunim, i-it was fine I-I, I just got distracted.”

There’s a sound of disapproval vibrating through him to you and you feel it through his body.

“Why are those three ‘Tae, Jiminie and Kookie” and we’re so formally called sir, depyunim, and Mr?” The jealousy he was hiding in his tone before was clear in his voice now, annoyance coming out before he could think his words through. “Are you not as close to us Kitten?”

You bit back the voice that wanted to say look at how close you are now but you think you’ve made him upset so you don’t. How could they doubt how much you cared about them or how close you felt to them? Do you ever let anyone else do this shit to you!

“They’re younger than me, you guys are older I just naturally have more respect for you that’s all,” you try and explain.

“I thought we were all friends Sunshine?” Hobi’s tone is more serious than you’re used to and internally you panic that maybe you have actually upset them.

“I think you need to make it up to us,” Jin chimes in with his own more stern demeanour.

“M-m-make it up to you...” you’re too intimidated to ask how, you’ll know it’ll unlock too many scenarios in your head that you’d have to hide from showing on your face. Save it for home Y/n.

Yoongi nuzzles against you to remind you he’s there as if you could forget with how you can feel every part of him. They all wonder how the youngest of them can tease you without it being torture for themselves, Namjoon has to grip his desk at the breathy look on your face as you’re melded into the man behind you.

“I think you should ignore those meddling three and give us all your attention today,” Hobi suggests.

“Treat us with affection for a change,” Jin agrees. “More affection than you give them.”

The command is clear in his voice even though he says it lightheartedly, you were soft for the maknaes, it was their turn now.

“Affection...?” You beg your brain to restart and help you out, your legs feel like jelly and you’re sure you’re dying with how your body is failing you.

“Hold us, hug us, I’ve seen you kiss Taehyung on the cheek,” Yoongi whispers into your ear.

“That was a bet! Jimin made m-”

“Tsk sounds like excuses baby girl,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at you warningly. “You could just admit you’re not as comfortable with us as you are with them, we won’t take it personally.”

How do you explain that you do feel comfortable with them, too comfortable for it to be appropriate, that you love the attention they give you but are so afraid of giving it back in case you cross a line you can’t see. You could lose yourself in how much affection you want to give them so you keep a tight reign on your urges. But if they want you too...

“What if I take it too far?” Your voice is small and full of doubt.

“You won’t Sunshine, but we’ll tell you if you do,” Hobi smiles endearingly at you.

“Maybe we should have safe word?” Jin’s eyebrows wiggle suggestively and you pray no ones listening to this conversation.

“Lets do traffic lights,” Hobi sounds excited and Yoongi snickers into your hair at how the situation is escalating.

“What do you say baby girl?” The grin on their faces was all the reassurance you needed, they wait with baited breath for your answer.

You smile back brightly, “green.”

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You could feel the glares Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were giving you. You were still in their office sitting next to Namjoon, both of you looking at his laptop. That was absolutely fine in their eyes, but why were you leaning in so close to the lead CEO.

You hadn’t said a word to the three much to their annoyance, the hyungs didn’t answer their questioning gazes but from the Cheshire grins on their faces it didn’t take a genius to figure out they had a hand in this.

“Do you think we went too far?” Jungkook whispers under his breath to Jimin as they both sat at their desks.

Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off your form and shakes his head, he could tell from the smug look on Yoongi’s face that he was the mastermind or perpetrator behind your new behaviour. If you really were angry with them you’d ignore them with confidence but the way you looked at Namjoon for reassurance told him something else. This was petty revenge, and the knowledge that you were going along with it irritates him to no end.

Taehyung tried every thing to get your attention, he was still adamantly standing in front of you and Namjoon pouting sadly at you, but you couldn’t look at him or you’d break, plus the firm hand on your thigh under the desk was also reminding you of your promise. You couldn’t win either way, you were literally in the middle of this childish game thinking you were the player both teams wanted, not realising you were the prize.

“Flower please look at me,” Taehyung could melt ice with his voice, he could command the Earth to stand still and it would for this beautiful man, who could deny him? You were struggling. “Are you not my good girl anymore?”

Namjoon’s fingers squeezed your leg harder knowing that Taehyung was playing dirty with your pet names. He could see your resolve breaking and he had to do something quick, they had to win this one.

He looks away from his laptop and stared longingly at you until you turned to meet his gaze, he gave you his best dimples, the only weapon that would strike Taehyung efforts down. The instant you saw the deep indentations on his cheeks you couldn’t help but smile back, the younger man in front of you both dropped his jaw defeated. It was like he didn’t exist and he really didn’t like that.

You notice a strand of hair not jelled back by Namjoon’s ear not even thinking when you push it back with your fingers, you’re so close... Namjoon’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels the warmth of you on his skin, you lean you arm onto him as your hand strokes his hair, not realising you were moving closer still eyes on his features and how sculpted his face looks. He’s so beautiful, you’ve never seen him so close. You let out a pleased hum forgetting about the predicament you were currently in.

“Joonie you’re so handsome,” you say absentmindedly and the rest of the room turns too quiet. He tries to swallow his sudden nerves, tries to stop the shy smile that takes over his features as he looks down away from you, dimples still intact. The rest of the CEOs watch their fearless leader turn to mush at one compliment from you, if their rivals could see him now.

The silence is broken by a scoff from the oldest of the maknaes and your reflexes have you meeting his narrowed displeased gaze... oops.

“Kitten I’m getting a headache,” Namjoon half resents Yoongi for taking you away from him, and half wants to thank him because he’s forgotten how to breathe with you so close. You stride over to the shortest of the CEOs who leans back in his chair with his eyes closed in pain. You don’t hesitate to stand behind him fingers on his forehead, gently massaging his temples. The groan of pain and pleasure leaves his lips as your hands go to work.

“Noona I’ve got a stomach ache,” Jungkook tries with the most pathetic voice he can muster. For your attention he could become the worlds greatest actor. You have to consciously cement your feet where they are to not run over to him too, you clench your jaw as you ignore the pained expression on the Maknae’s face.

“Wow Y/n’s so mean,” Jimin plays into his habit of talking about someone as if they’re not there. “She really is ignoring us after we took time out of our busy schedule to make sure she was alright.”

You bite your lip, you bite your tongue, the guilt was already getting too much, you look at Hobi pleadingly but he shakes his head knowing what your eyes were asking. You had to prove to them they meant as much to you as the youngest three did, but did it have to hurt so much, they all had your heart why did you have to play piggy in the middle over it.

The man under the ministrations of your fingers let out an exaggerated moan to grab your wavering attention.

“Kitten it really hurts,” he pouts up at you, you want to coo at how adorable he looks, if your colleagues could see the ‘stone’ man now.

“Kiss it better.” It’s not an option, you can see the daring glint in his eyes as he opens them to watch your reaction. Your fingers stop all movement and you look surprised but not uncomfortable. This you would expect from Park Jimin, but he would have to whine and fuss until you even thought about giving in, so you can imagine his displeasure and aggravation when you don’t put up a fight against Yoongi. Even Yoongi is shocked when you lean down to press your lips against his forehead, the sound of your kiss heard by every ear in the room.

“Better Sweetie?” You ask smiling. The gummy teeth are on show as he nods softly at you, unable to speak a word. He fights the shudder of delight that courses through his body, you purposefully gave him a kiss.

Sweetie? Did you seriously call Min Yoongi Sweetie?! Jimin seethes from across the room, jaw clenched and foot fidgeting under the table at the audacity of it all. You hadn’t called him Mochi since last years office party and he begged you to call him that, now you were giving the rest of them adorable nicknames?

Hobi lets out a big dramatic sigh, it didn’t matter how much of your attention he wanted he was a terrible actor, but he knew he didn’t have to be excellent at the skill, you’d play along anyway. It’s the adorable puppy dog eyes he gives you that has you rushing over to him as he types away at his laptop. You stand behind his desk chair and lean down to hug him while he worked, arms crossed across his shoulders, cheek leaning against the side of his head. They demanded affection, who were you to deny it.

“You’re such an Angel Y/n,” Hoseok says purposefully emphasising on Jimin’s pet name for you, knowing it would set him off. Call it silly but they were all territorial over their names for you, so this was a devastating low blow.

“Hyung!” Jimin calls out accusingly, but Hobi only snickers. He’d make it up to him another time.

“She really is a good girl,” Jin joins in smugly, as Taehyung looks at him in exasperation from where he’s now sat at his own desk. You were fun to tease but with you on their side during this game, the Maknaes were the next targets.

It’s Jin’s turn to make a noise of faux sadness, if you werent currently making a show with them you would’ve thought it was real.

“Beautiful girl do you think my face looks really puffy today?” He asks you with exaggerated tone. “I don’t feel very beautiful today.”

It’s your turn to bring out the acting skills as you let out an equally exaggerated gasp, starting to enjoy the role you’ve been playing since it gave you an excuse to get closer to the 4 you felt like you had distinct professional lines with.

“Jinnie don’t say that,” you frown disapprovingly, leaving the comfort of Hobi to cup the face of the oldest of the CEOs with both your hands, making him look up at you. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Really?” His tone is laced with amusement from the scene youre improvising with him, you can see it in the way he smiles.

“Sometimes when I’m working and you walk past, my mind goes blank because it can’t handle how good looking you are,” it’s a genuine confession disguised as a compliment. He starts chuckling but his ears go red from how affected he is by your words, he knows he’s good looking but hearing it from you made it mean more. You noticed, he didn’t care about the rest of the world.

“You’re pretty too Y/n,” he flirts back and it brings out a wider smile from you. “Cute as a bunny.”

“That’s it!”

They expected Taehyung or Jimin to break first, but it’s Jungkook that rises from his chair abruptly with a dark look over his features and his jaw clenched hard. His desk is closest to Jin’s so it doesn’t take him a second to reach you and tear you away from the oldest, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out of the office with you, caution thrown to the wind. You’re too shocked to say a word but you tell yourself it’s the blood rushing to your head that’s making your cheeks feel so hot.

Thank heavens it was past 5 and no one else except the cleaners were in the building.

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.