#mans couldnt even finish his introduction

[propertyofsamcollins]

Darlin' and Porter's first meeting, condensed:

Porter: Hello, I'm- GOD DAYUM

Darlin': 🧍🏾‍♀️

[fenharel]

some of my thoughts after finishing veilguard a couple days ago before i start my second playthrough :)

ok i think its important to note first that the things i was most looking forward too was 1. solas, 2. solavellan, 3. lore. im self aware enough to know that this will have had some influence towards what i expected from the game and what i enjoyed/cared about or not 👍

good

solas: im honestly so happy. my man is finally happy and reunited with his wife!!!!!! my heart feels so full 😭 this game was a solas fans wet dream. absolutely loved everything we got. hunting down regrets and watching old memories. talking to him in the fade. the entire crossroads!!!!!! him shit talking elgar'nan. watching him go trickster mode and imprison rook. fighting the archdemon as the dread wolf!!!!!! i could go on forever. CHEFS KISS TO IT ALL<3333333333333 if anything i wish there would have been MORE im greedy what can i say

solavellan: screaming crying throwing up. i still cant believe it oh my fucking god

lore reveals: i found all the reveals about all our old theories so fun. i didnt like all of them (old gods are just dragons? c'mon.) but overall it felt so rewarding to have picked up on it all. or be totally surprised by something (mythal and solas the reason for the titans and the blight? wow.)

the executors, forgotten and forbidden ones: the next big bads of the next game huh!!!! loved what we got for the most part, the mysterious circle codexes where probably the most interesting in the game. anaris actually showing up shocked me. i wish bellaras brother didnt say "for plot reasons i must die" and actually told us something about him but oh well. im cautiously optimistic about the secret ending for now. what it implied could go either way for now...

main quest: not all of them, but a lot of them were awesome. dare i say some quests were up there with the best main quests in da??? weisshaupt was epic. or the blood of arlathan. every time we get to talk to solas (thehe<3). the final bits. the strong points were so strong that the low points got highlighted a bit too much imo

act 3: by far my favourite act. this was soooo good. the romance finally (?!) kicking it. suicide mission 2.0 stressed me tf out. the varric reveal? send me to the asylum. solas tricking rook? king behaviour i was cheering for him while crying about varric. the dread wolf transformation. the conversation between solas/mythal/lavellan at the end. i basically was in tears throughout half of the thing. couldnt read the credits at all. act 3 was amazing

minrathous vs treviso: i loved this especially with the angst of playing a shadow dragon who failed minrathous. and then the consequences and quest changes this causes throughout the game was really cool. i wish there were more bigger choices like this since it felt a bit flat choice wise besides of this one, but it was amazing.

villains: ghilan'nain and elgar'nan were great. they really felt like the tyrannical gods they were supposed to be. im so glad there was mostly no corypheus-esque cringe. (tho especially ghil had some video gamey lines but sdjkfhjksdf i still love her)

neutral

rook: i dont really care much about rook.. 🙈. mind you rook was certainly not the reason why i wanted to play this game so im sure a second playthrough will make me warm up to them more, now that my head is more free, but it just didnt insta click. rook didnt feel like a real person to me, almost nobody had any (to my taste) realistic reactions towards them. the stakes just were too high for them to get treated this way (nobody is pissed off that they freed the gods? everyone just believes them when they say gods are walking around? everyone just agrees to work with them? nobody cares how rook is doing? or who rook even is? idk.) i didnt like the introduction much either. the shepard treatment didnt work for me here, just believing that rook is fit for the job because varric says so wasn't enough for me. rook also has barely anything going on for them either besides of being the relentless "good guy". we never see them doubt themselves or be fearful or be mean. all the dialogue options are the same as well. its.... boring. anyway i dont wanna bash on rook, i know i'll end up liking them more later. the headcanons will be headcanoning<3

companions: i... don't have strong feelings about most of them? all of them got to me sooner or later, made me cry. but afterwards im still 🤷‍♀️ about most. i didnt feel like we get to know them as deeply as we get to know companions in the previous games. i really really missed sitting in the lighthouse for hours and talk to them, ask them about their profession or what they are about outside of cutscenes like in the previous ones. i think that would have helped me click with them faster. i didnt find all companion quests very strong either. the "high stakes" of the main story made some conflicts feel a bit like we can just fix that after the story lol. i did not like the mass effect 2 treatment of them much... (but me2 is overrated anyway sshh dont kill me<3) some companion quests i did find interesting lore wise (bellara, harding) even if i wish that some of them would have went a bit deeper there. anyway i know i'll probably end up loving them all after a couple of playthroughs, this almost always happens to me, dai is the best example.

combat: don't care. this isn't my type of combat, i don't play a lot of super actiony combo dodge dodge block combat games. still hate the limited abilities. at least it didn't feel too clunky on mouse and keyboard and it was "fun enough" to me so thats good

puzzles: i could put them into the bad category but at least they weren't too terrible so i don't want to be too harsh. but i don't enjoy doing them. i dont want to search for a crystal in a bush. i mean i did them all but at what cost. this felt like filler i thought they wanted to avoid by not adding fetch quests???

bad

pacing: this games hardest battle imo. the pacing of the game is... strange. act 1 is way too fast. it feels like we're running and have absolutely no time for anything. (makes sense! didnt work well though). act 2 then drags a bit with all the companion quests, and the mix really drags the progression of the romances as well to a ridiculous degree. at least with lucanis, idk how it is with the others. i love him and i can headcanon to fill in the blanks so i liked his romance, but it does make it seem like nothing is happening for 50 hours for everyone who doesnt like to headcanon around. anyway, the pacing/storytelling felt often not fitting. it was trying to be mass effect in a story that is too complex and the lore too rich to run through it. this felt like the main reason why we just never went very deep into the lore of the factions or new npcs, or learn or see certain things, the complex nature of the crows, or tevinter magisters and their slaves, we are just running all the damn time? we never get to explore certain things that would feel unnatural to come up in a conversation or in some other way because we are limited by the things the story "has time for". or what the devs had time for.

wishy washy writing: not everywhere but in some places and im not used to that in a da game so its a bit baffling. "the blight is different now so thats the reason for x trust me bro" ok....? "the first of my people do not die so easily" = mythal is shattered and lives on, makes sense. but the other evanuris are all dead, even the ones that were "dead" already? why? idk........ i shall stay delusional for now and hope i've missed something in my completionist run that i now in my next run will find somewhere lol. besides of that, the tone and language used by rook and companions is strangely unfitting as well. coloquial words like "it's cool" are frequently used, among other things. it stands in contrast to the writing of the previous games and is often immersion breaking.

limited worldstate: i had hoped they at least commit to it when i heard about this. but then adding little references that could have just been made personal by switching one line just made the reference a bit jarring sometimes instead of exciting. or making morrigan eat mythals memories for the regret quest....really? this could have been the well of sorrows choice, why could they not have just made the inquisitor show up in the crossroads if they were the one that drank from it. this whole choice thing + some other problems ended up feeling like something they didnt really want to do but ended up doing because the game was in development for so long they just had to finally fucking finish it. and it sucks for us.

the veil: why... is it still there? they left breadcrumps of clues throughout the entire series about all the positives it would do if it was gone, even add a damn prophecy, and then just dont do it.... ever perhaps? must the blight really be cured for this? demons forever feared? listen im just glad solas is ok at the end of the day but he could still have had his redemption/healing/forgiving himself moment after destroying it imo.

i wish the inquisitor was more involved in everything :((( the moments we did get made me SO happy but. yeah.

no quicksave and the skip button that ruined my screenshots deserve their own bullet point what the hell

anyway enough yapping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! overall i loved the game because the stuff i cared about the most was the best aspects of the game sdkjhsdjkf im not ashamed to admit that this is my new solas 2.0 game. ..... <3

[ohhnorr]

Genshin impact is so painful now

I love this game to death, the open world and its lore, the dragons, the gameplay, and the land of liyue reeled me in. And ofc Kaeya was one of the major reasons I started playing. I've been playing the game like maybe a month since it was released. So, like the launch era (yes I take pride in that it was the best era).

Mondstadt was an amazing introduction, to the familiar buildings of Germany. And the beautiful design of the culture mixed with the signature of genshin's design made the characters brilliant. Now the first story event (reconciling stars??) made me heavily excited about all the lore that was hidden ingame.

When I got to liyue I was glued to the game, forever, I thought. This was china from a whole nother perspective for me as a Moroccan. And to see such an elegant (not heavily sexualized) character like Ninguang in that cutscene. Yo, I fell in love. Childe was cute too, but then the man that got me everything or anything related to excitement and admiration came upon us. Zhongli. Oh, he was the package, with a beautiful outfit reminding u of the Chinese culture as it has its own modern genshin signature twist. Stunning. It's such characters that get me obsessed with games. Next to all of the intricate details and lore plus gameplay.

To finish off, Inazuma. That was one beautiful region, from the flora to the architecture. The temples and that beautiful quest. Ayaka's design is by far one of my favourites. Her design has her culture written all over it and it's beautiful. In Inazuma, we have so many characters inspired by their Japanese ancestry and it looks stunning and recognizable.

But then the sumeru leaks dwindled along. I was super excited for sumeru, that was my downfall.

After seeing these 3 beautifully represented cultures i was so naïvely excited for Sumeru. And thats expected right, i was rightfully excited to see the beautiful culture of the middle east, north africa and SEA being equally represented like the other three.

But thats when i heard al haitham an important arab figure whose name is now being occupied by a white buff tech man with a fandom who couldnt even pronounce his name right and call him habibi ?

ATTENTION: REPRESENTING. SWANA

Unrecognizable. In no way was the representation of Sumeru as intricately thought out as with the other regions. We have been colorised, orientalized and sexualized once again.

I'm gonna start with the one hurting me the most, Dehya.

(Listen i only heard her name and i was so excited to see my culture in this game i was jumping and ecstatic to see representation--- wait she is a cat girl warrior tf)

Dehya's name is inspired by Dihya, the name of an Amazigh Algerian military queen (Kahena). So quite a name to live up to. The Imazighen (us North Africans) barely get any representation as it is. And when we do, we become drawn out as barbarians or savages (for example another "name" for us is Berbers which the Romans called us).

Now what does Dehya look like huh? Yes indeed she has been revealed to be some warrior cat with an wild and savage look. And as an amazigh i hoped to see at least a little of our beautiful culture respresented. Yet i didint recognize any cultural aspects in comparison to litteraly any character in this game.

While we actually wear alot of beautiful jewelry! And we also have beautiful tribal tattoos, and Dihya herself is such a stunning figure to take refrence from.

But instead we get practically nothing. So we are now standing up for her. And yet there are people complaining against us saying that sexualization happens to every character. But Dehya is litteraly oversexualized on such a level that no cultural aspect is recognizable nor a point of interest.

Look im aware of the sexualization of female characters in games especially in gacha's. And its mostly the reason why i dont play alot of them. Yet in genshin its more mild and the design still upholds cultural aspects. Like with Inazuman characters; https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Impact/comments/o7eifv/inazuma_characters_design_analysis_spoilers_for/

And alot of Liyue characters;

This is why i ask of the bare minimum. To analyze and take interest in the amazigh culture. So Dehya's design could be oh so much more elevated and still badass. Because we as well would love to see a badass cat warrior with actual amazigh tattoos, clothes and jewelry.

Unfortunatly she isint the only problematic character.

Nilou, is an Persian dancer. Whilst having culturally accurate horns from the Sassanian period and a burst move from the gorgeous Persian dance. She has still been sexualized and orientalized. Dancers have always had their stomachs covered. Its culture, it's beautiful. By exposing the belly it's unrecognizable as Persian and becomes mixed with the Arab belly dancing outfit. If they want to sexualise her that badly then exposing the belly is the worst move- it erases the culture, it mixes with another culture, it sexualizes and orientalizes. It becomes a problem.

(Cr: demonscallme on twitter)

Tighnari, an amazigh name supposedly Moroccan. With ears from the fennec an animal from the western desert. Other than that his outfit and design is all over the place. In genshin they are more than capable of making modern day clothing mix with cultural themes. Yet this is not working at all. Nothing is recognizable nor representative of anything amazigh nor arab. Its just a jumbled mess. Disappointing in comparison to the modern clothing and cultural mixture of design with for example zhongli.

Dori is the worst of all the characters. She is orientalized and sexualized. No one encounters representation except seeing a  fucking joke. She has no cultural aspects that are recognizable instead she is the spitting image of an orientalized character. They have a huge region and countries with countless cultures to take interest in. Yet they went with none and followed stereotypes. Her clothing is also grossly sexualized for a child model. It's disappointing how we are being spat on, our cultures are being treated like a joke.

Now a major argument against anything related to the word orientalism had been "it's fictional".

Stereotyping and racism are stated under orientalism. When we say it's racist, stereotyped, and so orientalized it is wrong, it should not be spread around as if it's nothing. It hurts to see and it's disrespectful. So we SWANA deserve just like the german, Chinese and Japanese to be respected and upheld with the same input into our designated region. This game isin't so fictional anymore.

Colourism, all characters until now are pale. Not denying it. We have in the swana region, people of all colours. If u are gonna represent characters from that region we expect different skin tones. To be recognizing oneself is an amazing experience. And it would be representing swana perfectly. It does not hurt it only embraces. That's why we are speaking up about this. Look I'm willing to wait, to take this back, the moment we get a broad set of people from different skin colours. Its not hard to do, it does not contradict anything. So why are people still pressed? Aren't we supposed to break free from the stupid standard of the pale is elevated. There are white Arabs yes, I'm not saying we can't have any pale characters. But with a region as broad as the swana region. There are bound to be some different skin tones and that should not be ignored.

To conclude,

we want to have equal input into our region as there has been done with the previous three. We want people to see our beautiful cultures. And above all, we want to be respected. Yes, we cannot have everything, but it does not hurt to try. It does not hurt to speak out. And you who are against this notion, you are not achieving freemogems out of this. You are not changing our minds. You are not the only one in the world. Broaden your perspectives. For the sake of an exceptional game.

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

[loousir]

[Merman] Music Keeps me Sane

Merman x Musician Male Reader

Marlow

Warnings: Some slightly angsty parts, mention of losing a loved one, comforted by a merbabe

Masterlist

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The morning breeze blew gently across the shore as the waves softly crashed against the rocks and sand. A man with (H/c) hair sat on top of a pile of rocks that acted as a pier of sorts. He held an old violin, very clearly well loved.

He stood up, violin and bow in hand and started playing.

It was a short yet well done song, ending with him dropping his arms to hold the bow and violin by his side. A burst of emotion can over him as he threw both the violin and its bow into the ocean. Tears brimmed his eyes as he watched the waves carry it some way before sinking.

He sat down again and pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them as he looked out over the ocean. He sat there for a while just staring until he decided to move elsewhere. The soft fog dimmed out the sun, casting a nice light over the shore.

After a short walk he arrived at a small cove that had a watery path to a pretty sizable cave. He hopped along the rocks that made a natural path and went to the back of the cave. There was some chairs and a small table set up along with an old ice chest.

He walked over to the chairs leaning against the wall and grabbed one, opening it and setting it on the mini shore. He took his socks and shoes off, rolled up his pant legs and sat down in the chair. A sigh left his lips as he leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling the cold water hit his ankles.

Maybe 30 or so minutes had passed before he opened his eyes again after being totally lost in his head. He looked up and around the black sand and gravel before seeing the violin he threw earlier. His brows furrowed as he looked around, not seeing anyone.

He stood from the folding chair and walked over to it, picking it up. The violin was waterlogged and totally unplayable. He flipped it over and water poured out along with a small crab and some sand.

Deciding it's for the better, he walked out of the cave and threw it again before walking back in. This time he saw the bow laying near where the violin has previously laid. You sighed before becoming confused.

"How the fuck..."

Before he could go grab the bow and throw it back he noticed the relatively calm water had shifted. He quickly hid behind a rock and waited to see what earthly, or unearthly, force was returning his old violin to him.

A head of deep blue, almost black hair popped up from the water holding the violin. They had pale skin and soft freckles that littered their cheeks. Their bright blue eyes scanned the area as they pulled themselves onto the shore showing a deep blue tail.

--2nd Person P.O.V.--

Your eyes widened as you looked on at the mer-person. You couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl since they were wearing some type of top that hid their chest from view. You carefully came out from your hiding spot and started to walk over. You must have made too much noise because they turned around to look at you, shocked.

There were already almost fully underwater when you called out. "W-wait! Please hold on a moment!" You said running over to the water.

They were gone.

You sat down where they sat, right next to the violin bow. Hesitating for a moment, you picked up the bow and played with one of the strings that had broke loose. Your vision became blurred with tears and a few even dripped down on the back of your hands. You almost instinctively wiped your eyes, not noticing that someone had been watching you.

The waves gently washed against your feet, making you look to them, your hands going back down to hold onto the bow. You looked up when you heard footsteps approach you. There was a man holding a familiar object to you in his hand and when you looked up to his face you recognized it.

Neither of you said anything as he walked over to you and sat next to you. He placed the violin between the two of you and let his feet touch the water.

"Why did you bring it back to me..."

You asked, not daring to look up to him. He didnt respond for a moment but when he did, it was another question. "Why did you throw it into the ocean?" You pulled your knees to your chest again and hid in them, trembling slightly.

"H-hey are you ok?" He asked, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. You jumped slightly but just kept to yourself. "Sorry... I um... Dont know what to say..." He said retracting his hand. There was silence again for a moment but it broke when the man spoke.

"I've listened to you every morning you play, y'know. So, when I saw you just throw it away like that I got worried..."

You hesitantly looked up to the other before looking away and out to the ocean. "Sorry if I bothered you..." He quickly shook his head, "No no! I love listening to you play! Its... Its beautiful." You bit your lip as tears started to well up again.

"Can I ask why you threw it or... Is it a bit much right now?" You just shook your head and sighed. "Its fine. It's probably easier for me to get it off my chest to a stranger anyway."

"Then I'll hold off on the introduction." He said with a smile looking over to you. You looked up to his eyes before looking away again. "Hey, uh, can I hug you? I know that's probably a weird and sudden question but-" You didnt care, you really needed a hug right now. You hugged the man and he hugged back.

Have you ever had one of those hugs that has that, feeling, y'know? That one that you've only experienced once in your life but it just feels so nice and you're always wondering when it'll happen again? Yeah. This is one of those hugs.

He gently rubbed your back and you started to shake again, tears coming back to your eyes for the umpteenth time today. He smelled like the ocean but it was almost comforting. "I'm s-sorry..." You mumbled, it was slightly muffled by that fact your face was buried in his shoulder. He rest his head on your shoulder and kept rubbing your back.

"Its ok. You have nothing to be sorry about." You kept hugging him before speaking softly. "Someone close, they passed away... R-recently... And I u-used to play-y-y..." You couldnt finish cause another wave of tears came on. He just hugged and rubbed your back gently. "Its ok, I know what you're trying to say."

He pulled away and looked down to you, cupping your face and wiping some tears away with his thumbs. "I'm sure that they wouldn't have wanted you to stop playing even though they're gone. It's more of..." He paused for a moment and glanced away. "Playing in memory of them."

You looked down to your feet and gently grabbed on of his hands. "I-I guess I didnt think of it that way..." He moved to lock his fingers with yours which made you look up again. "Its ok. You just think about the negative with how it hurts to remember. But forgetting is worse... That's just my opinion but..."

"No, you're right. I was so concerned with trying to forget the pain I... Didnt think about anything else."

He smiled which made you smile. "Would you like your violin back? Or can I take it as a keep sake?" You laughed softly. "Its ruined now anyway. Do what you will with it."

"Well, now that that's over, I'm Marlow. And I'm sure you already know by now but I'm a merman."

"(Y/N). I'm glad you're here Marlow." He tilts his head slightly. "Why wouldn't I be? I care about you even if you just learned of my existence." He said with a soft laugh and blush as he pulled his hands away. "Let's head back to your place? Maybe help take your mind off things more." Marlow spoke softly as he stood the two of you up.

"C'mon, let's go."

----- 1465 Not very proof read (Some parts may not fully make sense lol)

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Toko! I was thinking of creating an ask the character blog for IDV or Genshin Impact and wanted a few tips on how to start off. Anything you can share?

ey yo my dude!! thank you so much for this question, now im lowkey tempted (again) to make a genshin ask blog sjadhlkshgkahshglsaj anyway my 1.5 cents is under the cut, yall know how much i talk here HAHAHAHAH

uhhhhhh so i guess we start with picking a character u really Vibe with tm? I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE COMMON SENSE BUT LIKE ive been considering making a genshin ask blog for a while now but i never really got to it cos i couldnt really decide on a character (plus the fact that their outfits are. so intricate. is also a hmm since i try to follow details to a t) (at first i wanted to do zhongli, but i feel like to be able to muse him well u need to know the lore super super well, which i dont n im too lazy to research on that aha. n u know how much i respect characterizations, especially for such a complex character like him. i also considered xiangling for a period of time mostly for guoba but also like i have 2+1 blogs here n having one more might not be a very good idea aha) (as for aesop he was my Hyperfixation Character tm also cos i looked at his kit n went Yep i could work with this. probably)

so assuming ur not a dumbass like me n u kinda know who u wanna pick, id actually say to snoop around here for other ask blogs n kinda get a feel of the... scene? is that the word? or like u know, other blogs that u can potentially vibe with. ive run a couple of ask blogs before this current one (both that have died for different reasons) n from my experience interacting with other blogs (if theyre okay with it, i think most should be) is pretty fun. it also kinda helps get ur blog around to other ppl on other blogs so they can go Oh whats this cool shit n check u out, n its also a reason why we kinda reblog promo posts for other blogs (also cos we’re always excited when someone new comes on, its really the more the merrier. we see all :eyes:). interacting with other blogs is also an option when ur inbox is looking real roomy too

another reason why i havent exactly done a genshin blog is that idk i cant actually seem to find genshin ask blogs around (i have seen rp blogs, or those that answer asks with mostly text instead of art, but thats. not my thing since i hate my own writing aha) (i did find one aether blog some time ago, but for some reason i hardly see them around anymore??? idk man i might be wrong). its not like im trying super hard to find them ask blogs, so im sure they exist out there (hopefully?? im not sure but im being optimistic). i mean theres nothing wrong with just starting an ask blog without others around, but for me i do find a difference when i interact with other ask blogs n when i dont, n i prefer when theres others to have fun with (unfortunately i couldnt find any ask blogs to interact with in my previous fandom. i tried, but the blogs i approached seemed to go inactive shortly afterwards...) plus u get to meet friends that way too :D (i made a lot of friends via idv askblogs n its really been a joy vibing with others)

as for the idv scene. gestures around me. unfortunately there are a lot of ask blogs that arent that active anymore, but theres still some of us who are alive n kicking empty inboxes, n im sure everyone would love to see a new face around. winks at u. also there seems to be a lot more blogs popping up lately, which is really heartening to see.

then u kinda just. make ur blog? n a starting introduction post so ppl can reblog it n spread the word XD n yay u have a blog i guess??? XD

i gotta say tho. dont expect ur blog to take off immediately (especially for smaller fandoms like idv, tvbh i didnt think my blog would even get half this far when i started cos of how non existent idv tumblr seemed to be) n ur inbox will probably be looking pretty empty a lot of the time (or at least filled with some that u havent quite thought of how to reply to yet aha) (but also like empty inboxes happen pretty often, im sure most of us here have experienced this problem)

in the case of the first ask blog i ever started, it never really took off at all. ngl it was kind of demoralizing n depressing but to be fair i had picked one of the more obscure characters in the series, so obscure that many ppl in the fandom would have never heard of this character before. if u wanted to know, i took a character that only appeared in the 2nd musical of the series, who also made a very brief cameo in the manga to acknowledge his existence within that universe. thats how obscure my character was, but i went with him purely because he was my favourite character. i will say though i did enjoy it while it lasted n i learnt a lot from the experience, n i think thats whats important really.

i guess this kinda leads on (not really but let me digress) to the whole uhhhh thing where if u choose a more popular character, u get more attention. which is fine i guess? if u really vibe with the character, i mean theyre popular for a reason. n choosing a more popular fandom (like genshin) would objectively also get u more viewers n numbers. but like honestly i believe that ask blogs are meant for u to have fun with, n like trying to get popular gets tiring pretty fast (this shouldnt be like a main goal, but u know sometimes u subconsciously also want that gucci follower count n bomb ass notes or something. i used to be guilty of this until i realized it isnt worth it) especially if ur not enjoying yourself in the process. (case in point: my previous fandom was considerably larger n my blog got about 700 followers within a year or so, but it got very tiring n stressful to maintain after my interest in it died, n no one was really interacting with the blog even though i tried which kinda made it even more depressing despite the so called success n popularity of the blog)

anyway on a less serious note, theres a lot of fun stuff u can do with the ask blog, like some ask blogs have really fancy tags that i really like n try to do but also like not really HAHAHAHA. i kinda just channel what i want to see in an ask blog into my own ask blogs (good art is one, i try very hard for it to be good :,DD another is characterization, n others is just extra miscellaneous arts n stuffs like au ideas or memes. these are also somethings u could work on during ask box downtimes perhaps)

uhhh another side thing is like a posting schedule i guess? like ppl would be more likely to interact (i think) if ur blog is relatively active, n this is usually determined by the last post u made (i think XD). but like generally for blog maintenence id say try to kinda find a frequency that ur comfortable with?? cos i know my once a day posting is kinda insane if i wasnt so hyperfixated on all of this n fight the urge to dump all ur replies when u finish them XD (though ive seen some blogs do that n they do it pretty frequently so its pretty nice to know once u see their post u can spend some time going through the latest batch of posts XD) the queue function is pretty useful here even though i truthfully have never really used it, i kinda just post from my drafts really but it also helps to space out ur content to seem somewhat active especially when u dont have the time to be working on replies sometimes. i hope u know what im trying to say here aha

ANYWAY that was like my 1.5 cents cos i dont even think its worth 2 cents HAHAHAHAH these are just my thoughts from running all my blogs up till now, some that are still running n the others that have just died a natural death. i wouldnt actually delete them (theyre still around actually XD) cos theyre kinda like archives n i can look back at what i did last time. cos ngl i made some high quality stuff back then, n i dont even know how i managed to do that aldhflhdsgk. also ppl do look at archive blogs every now n then for the content thats there yknow

BUT YES anyway if u do decide to join the idv ask blogs hmu, ill be sure to give u a lil shoutout here. winks

[avdolluvr69]

Monster Hunter Xbalanque AU pt 1

✌️ there isnt much to this, theres nothing exactly bad unlike most of my self indulgent stuffs. Just a introduction. I have no idea what to add onto this i just write bro.

1285 words

In a world of monsters and beast there would obviously be sorts of hunters to take care of the ones who wreak havoc on the world.

Not many are up to the task to go against these creatures, but some do. Theres many different types of hunters and many different types of monsters.

There was dragon and serpent hunters, they primarily take down the beasts for their riches or scales. They get a lot of money. But then theres just your average monster hunter, taking down more basic monsters. Werewolves? Vampires? Demons? You name it and they hunt them.

And in your average small town in the beast infested kingdom, walked a hooded figure. He wore the pelt of a wolf, head and all. A trophy to show what he was, a hunter. He walked through the streets of the town, swerving out of the way of pedestrians.

As he made his way, he suddenly stopped in front of a bar. Lanterns dangled in front of the entrance of it. The man took a deep breath before he entered, pushing the door and walking into the bar.

It was mostly empty, like the usual. No one really came to bars anymore, especially at the time of night it was. Many people feared the terrors of randomly being taken by a vampire to be feasted upon or being jumped by a werewolf from the alleys. Stereotypical, it never actually happened.

As he scanned the area, two hooded figures caught his eye. A younger girl and an older man, both bearing normal hoods unlike his, sat at the front of the bar, chattering away. Before anything else, the girl turned her head toward him. She smiled before waving him over.

"Xbalanque! C'mere!" She yelled.

Xbalanque made his way towards the two. Sitting beside the girl as he spoke.

"Hey Jing." He said to girl then he leaned forward to see the other man. "Hey Hachi." He waved and leaned back. As he did Jing Wei began to speak excitedly.

"Hachiman was just telling me about the minotaur that he fought off!" She explained, motioning her head to Hachiman so he could speak.

"Yeah, it was a territorial one. Just terrorizing the local kids. Surprisingly didn't eat any so I kind of just chased it off. Didn't think it was a threat. Told 'em if they saw it again i'd take care of it."

Xbalanque smiled slightly.

"Sounds like you got off easy today. Im glad you didn't kill it though. Haven't heard of a minotaur sighting in ages. Glad to know theres still some left after that whole minotaur hunt for the one that ate that royals kid." He said with a small laugh. Xbalanque remembered how they almost went extinct, just because locals all were ganging up on them and killing them in hopes they had gotten the one who killed some random rich guys son. It was a big bounty but Xbalanque hadn't cared for it.

He didn't like the idea of going around and killing innocent minotaurs. Thats what had happened. Xbalanque has always had a rule when he first started.

Never kill an innocent monster.

They existed and only wanted to live, just like himself. If they weren't killing or destroying they didn't need to be killed. Jing Wei and Hachiman on the other hand, they did what they needed to. Sometimes they respected the rule of not killing an innocent monster, but most of the time they just killed, took their bounty and left.

Xbalanque didn't hate them for doing it, nor does he try to stop them. Its what life is like. Not killing certain monsters is a preference for himself. Its mostly because he couldn’t bring himself to kill an innocent creature. Especially when he can see the fear in their eyes, its just inhumane.

Just before, Xbalanque had defeated a devious werewolf. It had crossed into a farmers lands. Quietly took some of the farmers animals. Before one day it decided to kill all of his cattle. Sheep, cows, pigs and chicken. All gone within a night, all that was left of them was a bloody mess. Xbalanque knew that a wolf didn't need to eat that much to eat.

He remembered the fight with the wolf. He remembered the murderous gleam in its eyes as it recklessly attacked him. Xbalanque had gotten a gash on his back, he only turned away once to try and dodge the wolf as it had tried to ram into him. The wolf almost got him there, but since it was so careless and only counted on its raw power. Xbalanque quickly turned the fight to his favour and killed the wolf with a swift strike to its gut.

As he thought about what had happened he was interrupted by Jing Wei's voice.

“So how was your hunt? The wolf cause ya trouble?” She asked, tiltIng her head. Xbalanque let out a small laugh.

“Yeah I guess. Really angry and aggressive. But thats what made it easier to take down.” He explained. “I got a gash on my back but thats all.” Xbalanque motioned to his back. "But I'm fine now. The farmer was nice enough to give me the cash and stitch up my back and all that." He smiled, the farmer was a nice man and even gave Xbalanque more money then he said he would.

Afterwards it was mostly chatter about the other two hunters trips. As they talked Xbalanque ordered himself a drink, he didn't find the need for alcohol and just got himself some water.

As he took a sip from the water, Jing Wei spoke about what she had done. Another farmer called her in to take care of a pack of fairies. Even though they seem innocent a pack of them can cause great damage to crops.

"The lil buggers were hard to move. I couldnt find the leader!" Jing Wei exclaimed, putting her hand up exaggeratedly. Hachiman tilted his head to the side to look to Jing Wei.

"So what did you do?" He asked. Jing Wei gave him a smile before laughing.

"I burnt their nest and chased the rest away!" She giggled before taking a sip from the cup she had in front of her. Hachiman gave a small chuckle before he leaned forward to see Xbalanque who was on the other side of Jing Wei.

"Ey Xbal, some guy asked me to do a job for him. But I think you'd do it better than me." He explained to Xbalanque. As he spoke Xbalanque raised an eyebrow, before smiling.

"Huh making me do your job for you just after I finished mine?" He said with a laugh. Hachiman furrowed his eyebrows before stuttering.

"I didn't mean-" before he could speak anymore Xbalanque interrupted him.

"That was a joke. Tell me more, im interested." He told Hachiman, taking a sip from the drink he had gotten.

Hachiman gave out a small huff before he spoke.

"Well, this guy who seemed real panicked came to me and asked for some help against this weird monster thing." He explained. "Said it was purple, had tentacles? And was planning on invading cities. He said it took him prisoner and he just barely got away. He looked rough too. Thought maybe you'd want to handle it considering you love killing the bad ones."

Xbalanque raised a brow, tilting his head.

"Yeah that sounds like a problem." He muttered. He gave thought to it. Did he want to go on another mission? It seemed like a threat, invading cities isnt something to be taken lightly. But one thing lingered in his mind

Could he take it?

...Why not?

[hazelolive]

How Damien got to the devildom

Kera walked with Damien to his new bedroom and gave him a baggy of ice to put on his knee.

"So you want to regail me with the tale of how you managed to find me in the first place?"

"Well you see it kind of started back when I got back from being overseas since I wanted to study abroad. I got back and the first thing I wanted to do was surpise my friend who I had missed during my time away."

"As soon as I got back I figured I'd go straight to your house and ask if I could crash on your couch for a few days intill I could get a place again. So I did just that but when I got there your were nowhere to be found. I stayed there for a few hours till your mom got home and she told me that you didnt currently live here because you had been choosen to go to some weird exchange program that worried her immensely."

"I was happy for you naturally intill your mom said she didnt know where it was and that she just had a note with some official looking papers show up on her desk one day. And while she had received one visit from you so far she couldnt help worry about you and if your were doing alright."

"When I asked her to show me the papers she brought them out and said something along the lines of how there must of been a typo because she couldnt find a town or city named Devildom anywhere. And I didnt say anything at the time but I let her now that I would look into it because I couldnt help but feel like that name was familiar. And I had no idea why it felt that way."

"I did some asking around for a couple weeks . Trying to find out if anyone knew anything about this devildom. Most people gave me weird looks and stares. Some thought I was pranking them or most be on something. One or two people seemed like they knew something about it because there eyes would light up in recognition when I said something about it. But they must of had some bad blood with it or something because they imeadlty denied afterwards. I had one person straight up tell me I should avoid that place together if I knew what was good for me. He was a older type though so I didnt pay much mind to it."

"It wasnt till a distinguished looking older guy with silver hair aproached me after hearing about how I was asking people about the devildom that I was given some answers."

"Wait! Older guy silver hair? Could you be talking about simon? Because he lives here you know! In fact hes the other exchange student from the human world."

"I doubt it but he might know him. He said he had a son that was currently living as a student in the devildom and he wanted to know why I wanted to know about it so badly. After catching him up to speed on my situation he pointed out that while he wasnt nearly as good at portal magic as his son. He knew of a portal that already existed that connected the worlds at one point but now only few could access."

"He took me to where it was located and showed me the basics of how to activate it but now matter what i tried nothing worked." I would come back on different days fully rested and fed and try again all to no avail. I grew angry and desperate because I had found a way to get to you but now had what seemed liked a impassable barrier between us."

"Somedays I would try multiple times and spend the whole day there just trying to summon whatever magic existed in me so I would be able to open this barrier."

"That old man would try and give me tips/whatever coaching he could to try and help me. I could tell he felt bad for me. At one point he even suggested making a pack because then he might be able to force some of the energy I needed to the surface. Which I almost considered at one point but didnt like the sound of because I didnt even really now what it was or all it detailed."

"It wasnt till one day when we decided to try something different. Nothing we had previoulsy tried had been working so after me denying a untested potion he told me to visualize what i would try to do if I thought you were in life threatening danger. It was kind of cheesy now that i think about it. But it was a sort of pep talk in the sense of Are you going to let this portal stand in your way of saving her!"

"It didnt work at first but after he started shouting out all these things that could of happened to you. One of them really got to me and I felt myself able to access power I never knew I had before. I took on another form and managed to actually crack open the portal. I was so happy with myself that I just stood in aww for a minute watching it ripple."

"It started to spark and shrink and right before I could finish saying what do I do! He had shoved me through. Which turned out to be a good thing because as soon as I was through it shut right back up. And I saw that i had reverted back to my original form."

"You know I wonder if thats the portal that Mammon or Sadom told me about and how it use to be open but Luci had to lock it down because to many demons would go and run amuck in the human world. So know only him and Diavolo could unlock it. So thats pretty impressive if you managed to crack it no matter how temporarily."

Damien laughed some. "Haha maybe?"

"Anyways. I found myself in this new strange world that id never been to before but yet it felt strangely familiar? Dont ask me how that works."

"I asked some passing demons if they knew anything about a school here. And after the first set I asked blew me off I managed to find a group that looked like they were in a school uniform that pointed me in the right direction and well you know the rest."

It looked like he was going to say something else but there was a knock that sounded from the door.

"Who is it?"

"Kera its me, I heard were going to have a new person living here with us."

"Oh come on in Simon."

Damien watched as a silver headed sorcerer stepped in the room with a pair of black robes that seemed to glow like the cosmos from the inside. Before anyone in the room could say anything or any introductions could be exchanged Damien said something.

"I Met your Dad! He wanted me to tell you he says hi."

[admin-in-residence]

Now you see me, Now you don’t...Kaku, Lucci, Jabra.

Request: A new member of CP9 who can exist nowheres and anywheres, and likes to scare people, watch people sleep when stuck with a bout of insomnia.

Kaku

Most of CP9 weren’t too concerned over the new member who had been assigned to CP9, but of anybody to be the most “welcoming” it would be Kaku.

Assigned by Lucci to receive the new recruit, Kaku had been waiting for you to be dropped off at the docks. Nothing out of the usual, he had found a comfy spot atop a supply crate and simply waited.

And waited...

And waited some more.

Impatiently tapping his foot against the crate, Kaku was trying to debate what to do...how could someone be so late, had their ship docked at an island and set the pace back? Surely they would have heard of any delaying news...

Kaku was just about to report back to Lucci, when he caught a slight bit of movement behind him.

Startled and caught off guard, Kaku scrambled off the supply crate, crashing down to the wooden dock with an undignified yelp.

“I didn’t think you would scare that easily...” Your very first words to him, with a cocky smirk plastered on your face.

Rather unpleased with the introduction, Kaku felt himself tense.

“Your late recruit.” Kaku replied, the smirk slipped off your face with a look of confusion taking place.

“Excuse me?”

“Your late...you were meant to be here an hour ago.”

It was very quiet for a few minutes before your shoulders started shaking and Kaku, now standing upon the dock, narrowed his eyes...surely he hadn’t made you cry?

The complete opposite in fact, you tilted your head back, a sharp laugh ringing out.

“You say that i’m a hour late?” You laugh. “Dear, I've been  here for an hour sitting beside you. I thought you were testing me or something making me sit here in silence.”

Kaku stiffened. There was no way you were here with him...he would of been able to sense your presence.

“That’s impassable-I would hav-” Kaku started to say, before you slowly started to fade away. He swiftly shut his mouth as you had fully dissipated.

“Perhaps I should tell you about me devil fruit?” You said, the man turning around to see you behind me.

“I exist...but I don’t. My devil fruit allows me to appear and dissapear as I please...you wouldn’t be able to sense me if I simply choose to appear, yet not exist...confusing correct?”

Kaku blinked in reply.

Of course...that was just the introduction. Kaku should have known better then to expect any simple and sane person...it seemed that you had taken a liking to him...choosing him as one of your primary targets to pop up and scare every now and then.

Kaku would have thought he could get used to it...but without the ability to sense when you would appear, it made him seem like any other normal person.

But what really got him...were the nightly visits.

Each and every member of CP9 had their own little quirks, goods and bads...and it seemed as if your own downfall was the insomnia you suffered. The inability for you sleep led to you filling your time elsewhere.

When Kaku awoke in the middle of the night, he figured he would just be able to roll over and go back to sleep.

But there was that small little glint that had him swiftly out of bed, his sword drawn and pressed to the intruders neck.

“Easy there! Do you always sleep with a sword under your pillow? Seems kinda dangerous...” You spoke up.

“Y/N! What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is...it’s like 3 in the morning!” Kaku exclaimed, quickly withdrawing his sword and sitting back down.

“Actually, it’s only 2:30. But good guess.” You replied, smiling cheekily.

Kaku’s face wasn’t smiling back.

“Y/N go back your room and sleep.” Kaku muttered, slumping backwards upon his bed.

He hardly heard you and looked at you.

“What was that?” Kaku asked.

“I can’t sleep...not anymore. My devil fruit won’t allow it...”

Kaku studied their face carefully...seeing the raw emotion...the tiredness, and despair that filled their shadowed face. And for once...Kaku felt bad for them.

Despite all of the trouble that they give them, after that night...Kaku became a lot more lenient with their jokes.

Lucci

Everybody in CP9 was eagerly waiting to see the new recruit. When Kaku appeared without anyone by his side, there was an uproar from other members, however Lucci waited patiently for their explanation. 

“I’ve brought Y/N with me.” Kaku said quietly.

Jabura let out a bellowing laugh and asked the other member if he had gotten his eyes checked recently. Spandam, let out a harsh yell about the disappointment...but Lucci narrowed his eyes.

Kaku wouldn’t lie...which meant the member was somewhere in this room.

Then he felt a small breeze of air...and a soft touch upon his shoulder, before a certain pigeon-sized weight dissapeared off of it.

“Aww! He’s so cute...I didn’t know you guys had a pet! What’s his name?”

Lucci remained calm, turning his head around to look at Y/N over their shoulder. The new member blinked happily at him, their hands carefully holding onto Hattori.

Chaos went up around him, Spandam let out a unmanish scream at the sudden appearance, Jabura chocked on his own words, Kumadori gaped, Fukuro let out a long line of gibberish words, Blueno blinked in surprise and Kalifa narrored her eyes.

“Sorry for the sudden appearance...you should have seen Kaku...he didn’t even notice me for an entire hour!” 

Jabura’s shocked face twisted into laughter, but Lucci’s face turned into a smrik.

“Your a devil fruit user.” Lucci stated. Y/N nodded. Everyone around them calmed and listened to their new member.

“My devil fruit, as I explained to Kaku, gives me the power to appear anywheres, and nowheres...a better explanation is that I can exist...and not exist, however I may choose. It’s a bit confusing...” Y/N explained, before turning back to cuddle Hattori who gave a soft coo at the sudden attention.

It was fairly simlple after that...Y/N had a habit of appearing out of nowhere’s to scare the other members...but the one they could never get was Lucci.

They would appear upon the table as he ate breakfast, the man simply staring at them before Hattori moved to join her shoulder.

During the early morning training sessions, they would fall upon his back when he stopped to take a rest, merely slipping off of the fine hard muscles.

They would appear halfway out of a wall...but nothing could get Lucci. In fact...it seemed that it went the opposite way.

Y/N would be getting something out of the fridge, not paying attention, and an arm would pop over grabbing a can of something or a peice of meat... they would be shocked at the sudden appearance of the CP9 member...

Or the time where they had been training with Kaku, and just as they dissapeared and reappeared, Lucci stood arms crossed in front of them with a new mission request.

It seemed as if the man knew exactly where he was going to be.

At night...Y/N wandered the hall...the ability to exist and not exist took a toll on their body...but the one time they had attempted to drift off to sleep they had dissapeared, stuck in this field...a void, it had taken a long time to crawl back out to the existing world...and after that  they tried to avoid sleep until they couldn’t anymore...collapsing in order to be too exhausted for their devil fruit power to activate.

On this particular night, they had choosen to observe Lucci.

Even while asleep, he remained calm and collected...his arms stuck strictly to his sides, eyes shut...chest rising slowly. Hattori cooed softly in his sleep, perched upon the headboard of Lucci’s bed.

As the sun begin to rise over the edge, Y/N stood, moving to leave the room.

“Seastone cuffs.” Lucci’s deep voice called.

They bristled, hairs on the back of their neck raising in surprise.

“Sorry...what?” Y/N asked.

Lucci’s eyes remained close but his chest moved at a faster rate.

“Seastone cuff’s. just put one on...it will negate your ability, but not leave you weakened enough to be a lump of mush.” Lucci said quietly.

The next night...Y/N followed Lucci’s instructions...

When early morning training began, Y/N hadn’t shown up. Lucci went off in search of the young recruit.

Knocking on the door, he waited for the recruit to open the door...but the sound of soft snores greeted him..and Lucci decided to leave you to rest in peace for the first time in what he presumed was a while.

Jabura

From the very second you had appeared behind Lucci, Jabra was first...stricken because, nobody can just appear like that...and second...amazed on how useful this little trick would be to annoy everyone else.

After the meeting had finished, and you had returned Hattori to Lucci, Jabura was the very first to offer to show you around and to your room.

Lucci raised an eyebrow at the odd request...and the unusual generosity. Not wanting to lose this valuable member so soon...but neverthe less allowed Jabura to show you around.

Jabura kept it simple. Training grounds...Kitchen...Spandam’s room, and finally leading you to your own room.

You thought he was going to dismiss you and leave, but when he follwed you into your room, you crossed your arms.

“You obviously want something.” You said.

Jabura let out a chuckle.

“That devil fruit power of yours is pretty great and all...but have you ever thought of using it for the greater good?” A dark smile appeared on his face.

You couldnt help but return the smile.

“And what would this so called greater good be called?”

And that was very simply that...the two of you became thicker then theives. The two of you constantly plotting amongst each other to scare the others.

Scaring Kaku coming back from training, by popping your head through a wall.

Startling Blueno as you rose up from the floor.

Dropping from the cieling to scare Kumadori and Fukuro.

Jabura was always there to catch the startled faces that appeared on the surprised faces.

The best was always Spandam though...during a meeting, you would simply appear behind him, happily announcing your prescence as he lept 5 feet in the air.

But when night came around and everyone turned in...it left you behind. As everyone drifted off to sleep you were left, wandering the halls, reading books, making things in the kitchen...never finding the sweet peacful sleep you so desperatly wished for.

So you found yourself visiting the other members during the night hours, watching over your newfound teamates, and dare you say friends...

Jabra was the lightest sleeper.

He always sensed when you came into his room...he didn’t question it, but he was still curious.

One morning...Lucci had dissapeared during early morning training, and you werent anywheres in sight. Not that he was worried. But just to make sure, he went off in pursuit to find you.

Instead he found Lucci walking away from your door.

The two passed by each other quietly, and Lucci turned down the hall just as Jabura turned into your room.

You were asleep...pretty hard too, your hair was tangled and messed up, blankets tossed around...and one seastone cuff glittered upon your arm.

Jabura put the piece together pretty quickly. And he decided to take a seat...

This time he would turn the tables and watch over you...

[lovelyparkers]

lifeline - introduction

warnings: allusions to sexy times lol, some spice but nothing explicit, hospitals, mentions of blood/wounds, peter calling you sweets a lot (read the teaser in my imagines book first!) 2k words

at exactly 5 am, your alarm blared, waking you up with a groan. early shifts were not your forte. you hit the button on your phone and rolled over into peter who was lightly snoring, mouth open a little.

you pressed up against his bare back, considering last nights escapades, and wrapped an arm around him to wake you up. peter always insisted that you wake him up before you leave for a shift so he could give you a kiss and maybe eat a quick breakfast for you. sometimes he would go back to sleep for awhile before leaving for his job. peter worked at the daily bugle doing photography while also maintaining a deli counter job at the bodega he frequented as a high school student. both jobs were great for him, he had fun, made extra money, and afterwards he could do his favorite job of all—being spider-man.

"pete," you whispered, "good morning."

he rolled over in your arms to face you, "mmm good morning sweets. i love you."

he rubbed his eyes so he could see you clearly, skin still glowing from last night and he gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"i love you pete."

he placed his head on your chest and closed his eyes again mumbling, "you're so pretty."

you blushed. you've been together for over ten years and he still had that affect on you.

"wanna have breakfast?"

"yes, please," he yawned.

you got out of bed, wearing nothing but underwear, reaching for your robe. peter whistled, watching you put your robe on.

you laughed, "no, nuh uh. don't start this. i have to leave for work in 40 minutes!"

peter grinned, "k."

you walked to the kitchen and starting making some eggs and toast, a quick little meal before you got ready for the day. when you finished cooking peter finally joined you in the kitchen, wearing his boxers and an MIT t-shirt.

"smells so good y/n."

he got out plates and two cups of water for the little kitchen table while you brought the food over, giving peter more because this boy had a big appetite.

"you're such a good cook, how?"

"you tell me that like everyday ya know."

"but it's true! how do you cook so good?"

you got up, cleaning the pan, "i don't know...practice, i guess."

"well i guess i need to practice more after that god awful pasta i made last night."

"pete, it wasn't awful."

"yes it was dont lie to me. it was bad."

you thought for a second, staring at him, "okay well you did overcook the pasta—"

"see! bad!"

"it's okay. you'll learn."

"i don't know, i think it's in my genes."

you laughed and headed to the bathroom to shower and finish getting ready. peter organized all your things for the day by the front door so you could head out right away. he grabbed your white coat, sitting on the couch watching the news waiting for you to come to the front door. at exactly 5:40 am you walked down the hallway, shoes clicking against the hardwood floor.

"okay babe, i'm gonna head out," you walked over to him by the couch before he stood up, smiling at you and holding up your white coat to guide onto your body.

"there you go doctor," he said after helping you put on the coat. you grabbed your bags and fixed your hair one last time in the hall mirror.

"thank you, as always."

you walked back over to him to give him a tight hug. he pulled back and gave you a nice long kiss, knowing you wouldn't be home till around 6 pm.

"go save some lives sweets."

you smiled, "i will. you too!"

he smiled. the two of you saving lives daily, working hard, and loving each other.

———————

you walked onto your floor for the day setting your things in your locker and meeting up with your interns for the day. you quizzed them on questions, answered their questions, and gave them assignments.

"dr. y/l/n?"

"yes?"

carly, one of your interns, perhaps a favorite but you would never say that, called your name.

"what's my assignment today? you didn't give me one."

you waited until your interns left the area before answering carly.

"you are going to be working with me in emergency surgery."

emergency surgery was great practice for when a surgeon had to be quick and precise, even under pressure and time restraint.

"oh, really?"

"yes, i think you're ready first."

carly was extremely smart and disciplined. she graduated top of her class from boston medical school. she was very efficient. and she was like a sister to you, since you lost natasha.

after successfully performing an appendectomy that morning along with carly, you sent her on a break and went to have lunch on your ward you were working on this afternoon. you always sat out on the deck.

fortunate to peter, he knew this was your favorite spot. he came to have lunch with you every so often. and today, he happened to swing by—literally.

you were going through some paperwork and eating a hospital cafeteria salad when a big gust of wind came by. and so did peter. he was swinging in the vicinity of the hospital to get your attention and he sure did.

when you noticed the red and blue hero, your peter, you smiled and waved. he was adorable and you loved that. it made your day. he did little poses while in the air, making you laugh, before swinging off after a few minutes. then peter swung over to the pediatric wing of the hospital and stuck to the windows, crawling around and waving to all the kids.

peter's heart was truly kind. he loved so many people and did so many good things. but a lot of the time, good things rarely happened to him as a hero. he got beat, scratched, shot...you name it. all for what? to protect people? exactly that. he put others first before himself, always. especially you.

——————————

unusually, you arrived at your apartment before peter. your shift ended early and he was still patrolling, giving you a quick call to let you know he would be home late. you decided to relax on the couch after a long day of being up on your feet. in the afternoon there was an issue between two of your interns fighting over a surgery.

the thing is, when it comes to being a doctor, there's no arguing. you do what's right when your told or do what's right yourself. you were disappointed in them, to say the least. if they want to be surgeons, they have to focus on the patient, not themselves. self-flattery has no place in a hospital.

you clicked on an old sit com and watched, before drowsing off into a full sleep.

two and a half hours later, peter cane jumping in through the open window of your apartment, startling you awake. he landed messily on the floor, laying on his back not getting up.

you immediately jumped to his side, seeing the blood pooling onto the floor from his leg.

"peter! what happened?"

you already started to pull off your loose tee shirt, ripping it and tying it securely around his thigh to stop the bleeding. his tight suit should have helped stop it, but it didn't.

peter quickly pulled of his mask, hair a complete mess and brown eyes filled with tears, "i was- i was stabbed."

"what?"

"i was—"

"never mind! don't move, i will be right back."

you were prepared for situations like this. ever since junior year of high school, peter came to you when he got hurt, knowing you could take care of him. you learned plenty of first aid, living with the avengers and being taught by dr. helen cho. as well as having to patch up your sister after a battle.

you kept a first aid kit in your home of course, you were a doctor and lived with a superhero. you rushed to grab and and ran back to peter's side. the blood was staining the white wood floors as he groaned out.

"pete this one is bad. i gotta stitch you up okay. you're gonna be okay but i don't know if that's gonna heal itself."

he nodded.

"let's get you out of that suit," you said pressing the spider on his chest, the suit loosened and you pulled it down his body and off his injured leg after removing the mock tourniquet.

he had bruises all over his abdomen and chest, as well as a black eye. you always got really sad when he came home hurt. but you focused on taking care of him.

you cleaned up his wound, and gave him a few stitches to help it heal faster. he winced, he always did, not because it hurt that bad, but because it was you, and he got stressed when you had to take care of him because he didn't wanna put that on you. but you always took care of him no matter what.

after stitching him up and disinfecting his thigh again, you cleaned up the bloody area and washed your hands. peter was still laying on the floor, suit in a pile next to your fake plant. you knelt down on the ground next to him.

"pete?"

he cried out, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i know i said i'd be more careful but there was-i couldnt-it was just- you know."

you teared up, "peter, stop it's okay. you're fine, i've got you."

you rubbed up and down his arm to comfort him. in times like these he was extra vulnerable, he often had flashbacks to tony, thanos, beck, etc. it was a time he needed you most. you pulled him up into a sitting position to give him a long, tight hug. he cried into your shoulder, beat up and bruised.

"it's okay," you whispered, "i love you."

"i love you too," he sniffled out.

"c'mon, let's get you in bed."

you slowly and carefully helped him to his feet, letting him lean his uninjured side into the ground for balance while the other stayed limp—you being his support. you got him into bed on top of the covers and placed an old towel under his leg as well as taping extra gauze on top of the wound.

"thank you y/n."

"of course. i'm gonna bring you something to eat."

"n-no you don't have to you did enough al—"

"please, it will make you feel better."

"okay."

you brought his so heated up leftover pasta in a bowl. enough to make him heal but not so much he got sick from the blood loss. you put on the tv as he ate his pasta in bed. he grabbed and held your hand while the other held a fork.

when he was done you placed the bowl on the nightstand and cuddled into his side. he looked at you for a long while.

"what?" you asked when you notice him staring.

"i just really really am thankful. you always take care of me and never leave. i really love you."

"i love you too. i'd do anything for you peter."

he leaned over to you and captured your lips in a sweet and long kiss. moving your lips together in sync, slowly and lovingly. he placed a hand on your cheek to deepen it even more. eventually he tried to pull you in his lap, much to your dismay.

you groaned against his lips, "mmh no."

peter whined, "why sweets?"

"peter, you just got stabbed, c'mon you need to rest."

"fine," he pouted. he obviously had no limits whatsoever.

"let's go to sleep. and promis me you won't go out tomorrow?"

"okay," he said cuddling up with you, stroking your hair from the side, "i won't. i love you."

"i love you too."

you dozed off safely in each other's arms.

[thataveragewriter]

Hello, I will please like to as for a request if its not a bother,Hanzo a fem s\o, she is a trainee in overwatch and she wants to join, due to that she has to fight against hanzo cause he is one of the best fighters, but everyone readers loses of course, and hanzo feels bad for her, but he can't let her win because Jack will know if he is doing it, han starts falling for reader but she actually starts "hating him" because she can't win, then Hanzo tries to give her some flowers or m... (1\2)

A/N : right, I will forever apologize for the lateness of everything! But its finished! well kind of, This will be a two-part series cuz its long and … yeah! Also I'm terrible with fight scenes, forgive me T_T wait for the next part, which will be possibly done soon…. :’)

Hanzo x reader - fight me

Being a new recruit was never easy. You were treated as the underling from the lack of experience you had, much unlike your peers who seem to come from a military background. With only sports as your background experience, you went through more rigorous training than the other trainees. You wished to show your supervisors, in this case, was the head of overwatch Jack Morrison, that you were more than a pretty face. Spending numerous hours in the training suit, you managed to work yourself to death trying to develop your physical strength with sheer fortitude.

“Agent [l/n], you’ve exceeded your latest physical combat and endurance examination with an impeccable score. It is most impressive, good work soldier” The older male said, his lips formed a small smile of approval.

“Thank you, sir” you said as you tried to contain your heavy breathing. The firm gaze the Commander had on you was intimidating yet you did not wither under his scrutiny.

“However, in order to truly improve yourself and rank up, you must be faced with a more advanced opponent” Jack continued. You wondered whether the commander himself would spare with you, though it was a daunting task. You cocked your head in confusion, silently prompting him to continue. The commander chuckled lightly at your uncertain look.

“I’m assigning you to work with Hanzo Shimada from the recon squad. His skill is admirable in both combat and on the battlefield, so I feel you will greatly benefit from this, agent” Jack said as he placed a hand on your shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

“I…yes sir, thank you for this opportunity!” You say, a little too loud and excitedly. The other trainees look in your direction and you cower a little from the attention. An embarrassed blush forms as you fidget.

“Tomorrow at 0700 sharp, come to the training grounds and I will introduce you.”

“Don’t take it easy yet Agent, I assure you Hanzo will not be an easy opponent” The commander chuckled as he walked away, leaving you to soak in his words.

As you watched Jack form disappearing, you heaved a deep sigh you’ve been holding in. You then stretched, feeling your bones crack and ‘pop’ in certain joints released the built-up tension you’ve been building up.

‘Mann, I just wanna rest all week, my bones are gonna break any day’  you thought as you let out another sigh then headed back to your room for a shower. The day went on without another hitch. A couple of scouting lessons and then dinner.

Your mind wandered to the oncoming task, you realised you haven’t once met the mentioned male. Sure, you’ve heard of Hanzo, a renowned archer for his unprecedented skill with the bow, and how he caused a form of anxiety amongst the trainees due to his background and impressive status. Though you have yet to meet the man in question, it didn’t deter your determination as you had confidence in your combating skills.

It was evening, in time for dinner. You were a naturally reserved individual yet you made acquaintances with a couple of members from the other squads. Swiftly, you finished your dinner and decided to head back to your bedroom.

After a while of wandering through the white pristine halls, your anxious mind kept thinking of the possible outcomes tomorrow. With a sigh, you headed out toward the garden, behind the building. Stepping out into the cool air of the night, you felt revitalised from the comforting cold breeze.

“it is a fine night, would you not agree?” A voice said behind you, catching you off guard. You yelped a little as you flinched at the sudden voice. You turn, coming face to face with the owner of the voice. A hint of a smile was present on the male’s features.

“My apologies for my unannounced presence” The male said. You glanced up, taking in his unusual choice of clothing yet admired his silky locks and intricate sleeve of tattoo that covered his arm and chest.

“I-It’s no problem, I was just  …a little surprised that’s all” you nervously chuckled. The male cracked a small smile as he looked over your figure. You felt small under his gaze, you looked away and out at the sky.

Unbeknownst to you, Hanzo found you ethereal in the moonlight. He couldn’t help himself when he began approaching you from behind, his heart seems to have controlled his movements when he found himself speaking to you. Watching you flinch, caused a warm swelling in his usual cold being, you were causing a mystical change to the older Shimada.

“Sorry, I don’t think I introduced myself. I’m [y/n] [l/n]” you smiled as you stretched your hand out toward the male. He gladly accepted with a hint of a smile. His firm grip caused excited flutters in your

“It’s a pleasure [y/n]. I’m afraid I must take my leave. I am certain faith will make our paths cross once more in the near future” the taller Asian male said, his accent noticeable and soothing.

Before you could interject, the unnamed male took his leave. You felt a little foolish for not getting the handsome Asians name and mentally scolded yourself.

‘What the heck [y/n]??! You didn’t even get his name, you fool!” you screamed in your head, your hands tangled in your hair in frustration.

With a sigh, you calmed yourself down and headed to your room, getting ready for tomorrows task.

Hanzo’s POV.

Hanzo left you outside with a feeling of minimal satisfaction. Earlier, the strike commander approached the archer to request a friendly sparring with another agent, you. Whilst slightly reluctant he still accepted the proposal given by Jack. Jack had mentioned you were easily climbing your way up the ranks with your combat and intellectual skills and Hanzo wanted to get a first-hand impression of the so-called ‘advanced trainee’.  

The Japanese male was meditating in his room, mentally preparing for tomorrow’s sparring when thoughts of you entered his once calm mind. After he saw you, his heart began hammering at an alarming rate, severely confusing the male. Emotions like these were never enticed before and this was an odd sensation he welcomed.

With a ‘tut’, a sly smirk began forming at the corners of his firm lips as he remembered what he had told you.

“Our paths will certainly cross more than once, my dear [y/n]” he said to himself, a humorless chuckle followed.

Time Skip

—

The day had arrived of the fated combat. Despite it being labeled as ‘friendly sparring against talented agents’ you took it much more personal. The strike commander himself was testing your abilities and if you won, you were promised an advancement in your ranks.

The passing of breakfast and an early morning run was quick and you left for the training room, where a number of trainees gathered along with Jack. As you opened the door, all eyes immediately shifter toward your approaching form. The golden commander looked back and greeted you.

“Morning agent, glad to see you didn’t chicken out” Morrison chuckled, his eyes glinting with anticipation for the days’ event.

“This is my only opportunity to prove myself, of course, I wouldn’t flee that easily” you say with a grin, excitement and adrenaline filling your veins.

A sly grin makes its appearance on his face as he commends you for your determined attitude.

“Now then, just to wait- never mind he’s here” Jack began before being interrupted by the door once more. Everyone including you turned toward the door to see your opponent.

In that instant, you felt your heart flip in a million different directions. The same attractive male from yesterday! A flaming blush began forming as you gaped at the sight of him.

“I-it’s… You!” you yelled accusingly as you pointed at the figure.

“Did I not tell you, our paths would cross sooner than you anticipated” He said, a hint of smugness noticeable in his words.

“Well, I sense some familiarity here, but let me give a proper introduction. [y/n], this is Hanzo Shimada, a respectable archer from the Shimada clan located in Hanamura, Japan. Hanzo, this is –“Before the commander could finish, Hanzo interjected.

“I am familiar with agent [y/n] [l/n], thank you” He said, a monotonous manner.

You rolled your eyes at his manner, despite his handsome looks, his smug demeanor seemed to irritate you.

“Let get this over with!” you say, a little too loud for your own liking. Both Hanzo and Jack looked at you.

A smile formed on the commander’s lips as he clapped to get everyone’s attention.

“Ya heard the girl, get to positions!” with an authoritative voice, everyone moved aside and let you and Hanzo in the middle of the room.

Your intent gaze met the dark pairs of Hanzo’s soulful eyes.

“I will not take it easy on you, dear [y/n]” Hanzo spoke to you, a slight smile visible.

“I wouldn’t wish for it” you smirk and stand in position.

Jack stood between you two, to commence the fight.

“Ready? Start!” with that, you launched yourself at the male.

You began with a solid punch toward his handsome face. In a swift manner, his hand countered your punch. Then in a split second, you retrieve your hand and move out the way for his oncoming blow. You missed his leg trying to swipe under you and fell with a thud. With a groan look up and see Hanzo’s fist coming to strike you for which you fluidly grab it and pull him close enough to head-but the smug male. You took advantage of his dazed state, as you grabbed his arm and attempted to twist it behind his back. It was as if he snapped back to reality and foresaw your endeavor. Hanzo lifted his leg and with full force drove it in your gut. You staggered back, coughing in the process. Before you knew it, you were being held down by the more experienced Japanese male. You struggled against his hold but that only prompted him to further drive to dig you into the ground with his weight and grasp tightening on your arm.

“That’s enough Hanzo” upon hearing that, Hanzo promptly got off you. You got up, refusing his outstretched arm and glared at him.

You stood aback from Hanzo and watched with fire in your eyes. How could you let him win?!

“It was a fair fight but seemed like Hanzo had the upper hand” Jack concluded.

Hanzo watched your glare with apologetic eyes. He felt a tinge of regret and frustration, he must’ve hurt you in the process he thought. But, he couldn’t help but admire the way you held your form in battle. With such grace and force, you were an ideal partner for both sparrings and on the battlefield. A warmth had spread through his being as he watched you squirm beneath him, filling his mind with indecent thoughts.

“Looks like you’ve got a bit to work on there agent [y/n]” Jack said before telling the other trainees to go for their next session. Jack left with the others, leaving you alone with Hanzo.

“I apologize if I have caused you any discomfort [y/n]” He said sincerely, with no trace of mocking.

You scoffed and walked away.

“You’re obviously a much better fighter than me, there’s no need for such familiarity” you spoke coldly.

“But [y/n], I wish to indulge in a mutual friendship with you, if you would allow” He pleaded for you to give him a chance. 

You were being slightly unreasonably cold to the male for winning against you, yet this was the only obstacle in your way of further advancing in the next ranks. However, it was an order from the commander for which he could not disobey, nor would you have been satisfied if he was to purposely lose against you. It was a rather uncomfortable predicament you’ve landed into.

“I wish to be nothing more than opponents, agent Shimada. So… please don’t try to incite something more” you softly trailed away, feeling disappointed in yourself and looking toward the ground for some form of comfort.

You waited a moment, hoping for him to try and stop you again. The air was filled with a tense silence. You sighed and left the room with more on your mind than disappointment and frustration.

Hanzo stood there and watched your retrieving form disappear through the doors. He had noticed the change in your demeanor yet he kept it to himself. He saw the feeling of dismay took over you as your head hung low and your feet lightly dragging on the ground as you left. Hanzo clutched his chest as it felt like his heart dropped at that moment. He cursed himself for doing this, though he was not given a choice.

‘This cannot go on. I must make amends with [y/n], perhaps then will I feel at ease’

He needed you to acknowledge his regret and these mysterious build-ups of emotions he had not experienced before. He wished to experience them with you and you only. Hanzo pledged to himself gain your trust and perhaps something more along the way. 

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[transrightsjimin]

im so stressed, the past three days have been rly exhaustive w one wedding party where we were present for 10 hours and then my mom finding out someone stole 80 euros from her purse and us requesting video footage to be checked nd then her losing her shades too so we had to look around in a village for new ones and then some more shops nd then another family party by the sea bc my aunt turned 60 recently and had her wedding anniversary and that second day was pretty fun bc i got to lie down on this rly nice pillow thing in the sun w a bit of wind and then walk through the sea water for a while w my aunt, but then yesterday my bike pedals broke down and work was so exhaustive bc i had to walk everything and while i was done maybe only 30 mins later than usual, i was so tired and emotional this morning from all the social and physical drainage(?)

and then today my friend / housemate tried to finish putting together his wardrobe and it worked i guess but we fucking couldnt get the giant wardrobe in his room, so we moved it around, tried it from different angles, took out some doors in the house, but it wouldnt work and now the wardrobe is in the living room again and it’s just so fucking full of huge boxes upon boxes and we still can’t just.. store our items somewhere and relax bc not all furniture is done.

fucking hell the introduction day for my new Master’s study is next wednesday already and i still haven’t fully moved nor relaxed! i’m so tired!! what kinda shit holiday is this! i know every holiday ever that i had has sucked and i guess this isn’t the worst one so far but i’m just mad i can’t leave my items anywhere! i hope we can manage to put together a closet of mine tomorrow so i can leave at least my heaps of items somewhere. i’m just so tired i don;’t feel like doing necessary stuff i don’t feel like doing fun stuff its just too much, i do one task a day and for the rest i lie down in bed tired

i could probably get something done if i meet up w my autism supervisor this week, but the one i would see this week arrives back from vacation tomorrow and i have the feeling she won’t have time this week to see me bc shes so busy. man i wish my appointments w these ppl were longer than 1,5 hours bc we never get enough done but that’s also bc we tend to talk too much bc i see each person only twice a month

fuck and i still need to contact this ebay seller abt my lost package even though it’s not their fault but postnl won’t hold itelf accountable TT_TT

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This is a thing 1/idfk dude

posting it on fanfiction.net didnt go over well cause i got too scared and i d ont really w ant critiques i guess c ause i already really really hate the way i write and would love not to feel any shittier so uh-

this is for Monster!Minato/Makoto I have him named Makoto in this one so i can tell the two apart better- this is basically the intro i guess and uhhhh- enjoy??

also i dont have ao3 sorry if its hard to read....

"Iwatodai, Iwatodai," the not so enthusiastic voice sang on the train speakers. Makoto sighed- after what felt like forever he was here... Again. His brows knitted together into an expression of annoyance, or maybe even slight anger? Sometimes even he had problems thinking what emotion he could possibly be experiencing. But he knew, he wished he could have been anywhere but here.

After walking out into the open walk way he stopped. It was rather dead now that he was paying attention. He pulled out his phone. 11:59 PM... It was almost time for...

Just as he thought about it the time changed to 12:00 AM, only for everything to suddenly stop. The world gained a sickly green hue, and everyone around him had ceased to move, transmogrifying into coffins. Another night, another dark hour... With a solemn sigh he pushed onwards, the sights, the blood, the everything- this wasn’t new to him anymore.

There was a sort of sticky splashing noise as he stepped onto one of the many 'bloody' puddles on the streets, but he didn't really care. Looking up at the building before him, it was... smaller than he thought it would be. He thought to himself, looking over his hastily made map one last time. "This is it." He spoke aloud, almost as if trying to convince himself this was indeed the dorm he was assigned. With one last breath he pushed the door open to be met with...

A girl?

The auburn haired girl hummed as she finished signing a sheet of paper and closing the book. She looked around in her small bag, placing the pen back as she finally noticed the new guest. "Oh!" She seemed rather surprised by his sudden appearance. "Man, I didn't even hear you there, that's some major sneaking talent you got there!"

Makoto wore a dumbfounded expression before responding with a quick "Sorry I guess," shrugging the whole ordeal off, and in the process sounding as un-genuine as he could while apologizing. He eyed the place the paper was, only to see that whatever the girl has signed had disappeared now too. "Anyways I guess that means this is a unisex dorm, pretty cool huh?"

"Uh-"

"Who's there!?"

The third voice yelled, with obvious panic laced throughout her words. While the dark hour was known for being dark, Makoto always found it pretty easy to see, and by the stairs indeed there was a third figure, wearing some sort of pink uniform top. "Don't tell me, you're-!" Without even a warning the girl pulled out a gun.

"W-wait hold on a minute!" The auburn haired one spoke up, now even she was panicking. "We're students! ordinary students and-"

"Takeba wait-!"

A fourth voice now, called from the stairs. Just as she had interrupted the lights, the TV, his headphones. Everything came on again- everything was back to normal.

Meanwhile the situation’s tension lessened. The red head explained who they were.

"Oh um..." The pink clad girl almost seemed embarrassed now. "Well my name's Yukari Takeba. Sorry for uh-"

"So why do you have a gun?" The auburn hair girl interjected, Yukari seemed taken aback by the sudden comment.

"Well um, it's- sorta like a hobby of mine-"

"A hobby?" Makoto finally spoke, there was something odd about calling a gun a 'hobby' of all things.

Yukari looked like she had just been cornered by some wild animal when she heard him ask the question. "I-It's um-"

"For protection," The red head chimed in. "You can never be too careful in times like these."

He nodded. Despite his questioning before, Makoto had all but run out of caring for this situation.

"Fine, I buy it-" The auburn haired girl spoke. She wore a cheeky grin, and despite how big it was it was hard to tell what exactly she was thinking. "Well, Yukari and..." She gestured to the red head, while she finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh-" It took her a bit to understand why the younger girl had stopped. "Mitsuru Kirijo- a third year- And you, if I remember correctly by your file, are-"

"Hey, hey! You can't just take away my introduction like that!" The auburn hair girl interjected in a childish manor."I'm Kotone Shiomi, second year, and new to this area!"

"Oh hey, uh- me too-" Yukari spoke up, and when she did it was almost an instant match in friendship heaven. The next thing he knew the two girls were hoping to be in the same class as they both walked to- what he assumed- was their rooms.

It was just him and Mitsuru now. With a cough to draw in his attention Mitsuru started again. "And you are Makoto Yuki, correct?"

He nodded. Whether he meant to or not though his posture and lack of an audible response made him come across as rude to the senior, though she didn't dare say anything. "Come, I'll show you to your room."

Without a word he followed Mitsuru up the stairs and down the hall in silence, the tapping of shoes on the carpet was the only audible noise. But even that came to a stop as they reached the end of the hallway. "Floor one, last door on the right shall be your room." She forced a pair of keys into his hand. "While I do have extras try not to lose those keys, I wouldn't want to be seen as unreliable."

Unreliable?

Without another word Mitsuru walked back down the stairs- she must have something else to do still...

With a click and a turn of the door knob he opened his room. The first thought that came to his head was "Bland" and really that was an understatement, aside from the essentials like a bed, and a desk there was barely anything in the room. Not even his boxes filled much space. Makoto sighed, shutting the door behind him. With a quick change he hopped into bed- and tried his best to sleep.

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The clacking of the train wheels were audible over Makoto’s blaring music. He sighed trying to turn the volume up- even though he already knew he had it at max.

Yukari was talking to both him and Kotone, but of course he couldn't hear a word she was saying over his own music. Makoto saw them both looking at something through the window and without realizing, he felt his own gaze shift to the window.

A tall white building sat on the horizon, almost blinding him as the sun reflected off it. It stung his eyes, letting out a wince he couldnt help but start rubbing at his eye, like doing so would relieve the pain. Of course it didn't.

“...”

“... Hey-”

“Hey!”

Kotone practically screamed in his ear after removing his headphones. But his expression remained pretty neutral even as Kotone stared at him, wearing a pouty expression. What was a surprise to him was when the girl removed his headphones. (He could have sworn he heard a giggle come from Yukari.) “You know both of us are trying to speak with you you know? It’s not nice to ignore a girl like that!”

“I don’t really care-”

“Don’t really-! Yukari’s being nice enough to show us around and you don’t care!?” It was obvious the girl was mad with him, her pouty almost playful face had turned into a full on scowl.

“Hey Kotone- it’s fine he’s taken them off so-”

“So what? He’s still a jerk- and I just realized I don’t even know this jerks name!”

Yukari was practically clinging onto Kotone at this point. “Just drop it ok? We’re almost there anyway-” She pleaded with the headstrong girl. And indeed she was right- the train screeching to a halt, announcing their stop clearly. But Kotone still glared at the boy.

“Don’t think this is over punk-!”

And with that she ran for the exit with Yukari close behind.

He suppose he should get off as well… Makoto took his sweet time departing the train. He tried to stay away from Kotone as much as possible, not to be kind or even out of fear of being yelled at, but because he knew he had pissed her off. Staying away for now would be for the best… Probably… People were hard to read…

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The school was like a confusing maze to him, when he thought he was headed the right way to the office he’d find himself in a courtyard, he briefly wondered if maybe finding a teacher to tell them ‘hey I’m the new student’ would be too much of a hassle.

After asking around he had finally found it, sliding open the door to the faculty office he was greeted by-

Of course, of course she was here too, it was her first day too wasn’t it? She scowled at him as she left, no Yukari in sight… Huh, odd. Then again their friendship was new.

“Ah, then you must be the other transfer student-” A woman sang from the back as she looked over sheets of paper she had laid out on her clipboard. “Makoto Yuki yes?”

He nodded.

“You’re in… Class F, that’s my class- oh yes I’m miss Toriumi. I look forward to having you in my home room!” She extended her hand for a handshake. The boy took it reluctantly. She quickly went back to the notes, skimming a page or two. “You’ve sure moved around a lot, more than I expected from only a second year but-” She looked back at the notes one last time. “Let’s see… In 1999. That was- what ten years ago? Your parents-” She cut herself off with a gasp.

This always happened- no matter where he went people brought this up, and even though his face stayed rather stoic, Makoto felt an odd mix of emotions.

Sadness.

Anger.

Regret.

He felt himself straining to keep his usual composure, hearing it never got easier…

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy I didn’t have time to read this before hand.”

“Can you just, take me to my homeroom now?” His straightforward answer seemed to throw his new homeroom teacher for a loop, she wore an expression of annoyance before immediately softening up.

“Of course, sorry for my earlier blunder.” She spoke and headed toward the door, Makoto following close behind.

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When he entered the classroom went silent. “Good morning class!” Toriumi called. “I have two new transfer students to introduce today-” She gestured to someone in the corner, when Kotone stepped up with a peppy step Makoto’s suspicions were confirmed. “Now go on and introduce yourselves-”

Without a second of delay Kotone blurted out a happy go lucky “Hi! My name’s Kotone Shiomi- I Like cute things and the color orange!” Every boy in the class seemed enamoured, while Makoto just sighed like he’d had enough of this already.

“Ah right, you may take a seat near… Ah! The empty desk behind Yukari there-!”

“You got it teach!” And she skipped off and took her seat, she was probably happy to be sitting beside someone she knew.

“And now it’s your turn.”

“Makoto Yuki. Nice to meet you.” That was it, that’s all he said. The ‘nice to meet you’ tacked on to avoid being yelled at by the teacher. He didn’t even wait for the employee to recommend a seat, simply sitting down on the closest one available… Which happened to be… The one beside her.

Kotone was glaring daggers, and if looks could kill he would definitely be dead by now. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, it was like some chill that ran up his spine and kept him aware. Man she really hated him didn’t she? For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much, but the thought about dealing with this every day, at the dorm and at school… Well, it gave him more motivation to at least try and fix things.

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The final school bell rung and the teacher dismissed herself and her students, Kotone looked about ready to dash out the door. If he wanted things to get better he’d have to do them now.

“Hey Ko-”

“Sup!” A tall lanky boy greeted from the side. Makoto couldn’t help but be drawn to the sports cap on his head. “So you two’re the new transfer students right? Nice to meet you! The names Junpei Iori!” He wore a friendly grin. “I transferred here while in 8th grade so, I kinda know what you two’re goin’ through… And I thought I’d help you out you know?”

“You sure you’re not just trying to hit on the new girl Iori?” Yukari chimed in before the capped teen could finish what he was saying.

“Yuka-tan!”

The two bickered and Kotone seemed to really be enjoying the energy this kid brought. Makoto though… He felt almost like he was watching from outside his own body, the talking and everything- he wasn’t used to this. Was he being overwhelmed? Or was it because of something else? He knew he couldn’t just leave, he hadn’t even apologize to her yet what was he-

“Hey you OK?” Someone asked him, it was one of the girls but he was so disoriented he couldn’t tell who.

“I…” He began, blinking a couple of times, looking at Yukari’s concerned face, and then Kotone’s. “I’m fine.”He breathed in. “I uh,” He didn’t really think apologizing in front of Iori was the best way to go about this. “I actually have something I’d like to tell Kotone-” He should have sounded more excited but he found himself speaking in that flat tone he always did. “So-”

“Ah I get ya man! You wanna make the move as quick as possible!”

“Junpei!” While the two bickered and complained Yukari still managed to drag Iori out of the room, leaving just him and Kotone.

“So- what’d you wanna say to me?” While there was still a hint of aggression in her voice, after the weird zone out he had earlier she couldn’t help but be a little concerned. She hoped Junpei was wrong and this wasn’t about to be some love confession.

“So- I noticed you’re upset with me-”

“No-! Me?? Upset?” She said sarcastically, Makoto ignored it.

“I have a problem with being… Blunt? I guess you could say?” This was hard, being honest and talking with others was way too hard. “I know I sounded like I didn’t care and that upset you. So I wanted to apologize.” He was trying his best to sound sincere- he was so used to using the same uncaring monotone voice that he knew he probably sounded like he was trying too hard. There was no reply from the girl, at least not at first- he wondered if he had made the situation worse for a second.

The more he looked the more he was confused, she looked as if she was staring at something, but there was nothing where she was staring. And a few blinks and a second later she seemed to snap out of it with a surprised “Oh-!”

“It’s OK! After a while I could tell you’re not really a people person- you prefer to be alone right?”

“Most days- yeah.”

“No problem then!” She wore a genuine smile- Makoto thought this was too easy. That’s all it took? There had to be more… Right? “I should have taken the hint when you had those headphones on I guess- But still Yukari went through all the trouble so it was kinda rude-”

Makoto shrugged, letting out a “My bad.” in response. Kotone wore the same smile,but it was obvious she was thinking of something in that head of hers.

“We should probably get goin’, I hope Yukari isn’t still waiting for us.”

Us?

Before Makoto could register anything else Kotone had grabbed his hand and started dragging him along…

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The smell of coffee filled his nose and he couldn’t help but grimace. Coffee was never a welcoming smell to him, infact he barely touched the stuff but as he looked to Kotone, who wore a smile that was some how endearing and threatening all at the same time- Makoto thought it best to stay quiet for the time being.

“So-” Kotone started, immediately causing him to tense up. “What’s up?”

“What’s…. Up?” he seemed quite confused at this point, this girl had hated his guts before, then suddenly he was being dragged to a cafe at a mall and being asked something as casual as ‘what’s up’ Like they had been friends for years… Then again…

“Well um…” she started, looking off to the side, as if looking for the right words to say. “We- got off on the wrong foot this morning- or- more like I did.” she paused to take a sip of her coffee. “To be honest when you were ignoring us I thought maybe you were just being an ass hole for no reason- but uh- whatever happened in the class room…” Kotone twirled her hair in between her fingers, focusing intently on how she was about to word her thoughts. “... Makes me think it might be something more than ‘because I’m an asshole’- and whatever that is um, well you don’t have to share but if you need support just ask me OK?”

“Ah…” This seemed odd- for someone to go from hating his guts, to buddy buddy. Something had to be up… Right?

Kotone kept on a convincing smile, but she felt the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. Makoto took it as a sign to leave, getting up from his chair without a word, but at least waving good bye- last thing he wanted to do was get on her bad side again. Before exiting the cafe he took one more glance, she seemed to be muttering something to herself, odd- but really none of his business. He shrugged and continued on.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

So it seems i fell for my own Fake dating/ Pretend relationship...

4 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 05:23:21 GMT

#4

I began shipping Ryukita just because they were the only ones left after i settle on all my other ships for the PT(shuake annshiho makoharu and sumitaba) and because they were a ship on my favorite p5 fic (Several people are typing)

But daaaaaaamn

Why did nobody told me they fit together so well in canon?!

Now that im playing i see so much good stuff

not only they complement each other so well (due to me sucking at resources management i ended using all of my sp in the middle of the infiltration and discovered i could clear Madares palace like 3 times with just the two of them and Mona for healing ofc)

BUT ALSO THOSE TWO SPENT A DAY TOGETHER MAKING MADARAMES CARD....

AKA IT WAS RYUJI WHO WAS WITH YUSUKE AT ARGUABLY ONE OF HIS LOWEST MOMENTS (writing yor fathers figures card where you denounce the crimes he had commited and then selling it must be very hard)

So yeah...ryukita is good

5 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 07:37:35 GMT

#3

Now that i finished watching the Fear Street movies on Netflix i cant help but noticing how except for Sam/Hannah who breaks the cycle (yeah lesbian rights!) all those who died in 1666 survived in the future while those who lived died in their correponding times.

Like Sarah, Constance, Henry and the widow Mary where the only ones who died in 1661 while Deena, Ziggy, Josh and Nurse Lane were the only survivors once everything was over.

Be it Kate/Lizzi, Simone/Isaac, Cindy/Abigail or even Nick/Solomon and Tommy/Thomas the cycle stays.

Except for Sam/Hannah.

Sam/Hannah who Deena/Sarah loved so much they were willing to die just to protec them.

Aka Fear Street is a movie about how lesbian love is so powerful it breaks a 300 years long cycle of violence set my an actual curse.

6 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 06:44:16 GMT

#2

YO! HERES THE THIRD OF MY HALLOWEEN ONE SHOTS AND ANOTHER ONE IM REALLY FOND OF !

High Flyers (Part of my Halloween p5 au #1)

Fandom: Persona 5

Summary:

AO3 link

At first glance Sumire couldn’t shake the feeling there was something off about him and being unable to pinpoint exactly what it was was beginning to bother her. Until it dawned on her.

And now it was Sumire’s turn to scream.

The man was floating.

And in front of him, holding the almost empty bag of blood….

BOOOY HERE I COME WITH MY SUMIRE AGENDA!

Have i told you i love her? No? WELP HERES A SUMI FANFIC (with a sweet touch of sumitaba for the people with fine taste)

So yeah heres another of my halloween shots this time focused on Sumi because there was now y couldnt include her in my au

In fact this one shot, unlike he previous one , takes place in my first p5 halloween au where all the Pt are some sort of creature... waht is Sumi gonna be? Youll have to read it ;)

Basically this fic is the introduction of p5 royal into my halloween au.(so beware of the royal spoilers because they start from the beggining)

And like the others one shots this will also have notes for the au in the final chapter which is chapter 3 BECAUSE THERE ALSO A BONUS CHAPTER(aka chapter 2) FEATURING THE ROYAL TRIO MEETING IN MY AU

So with nothing else to say go read it and hope you enjoy it

And if you do please let me know! (comments & reblogs >>>likes)

7 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 21:53:11 GMT

#1

YO! HERES ANOTHER ONE OF MY HALLOWEEN ONE SHOTS!

Blood oaths (Or Halloween p5 au #2)

Fandom: Persona 5

Summary:

AO3 link

And in front of him, holding the almost empty bag of blood....

A pair of gray eyes he had come to recognize so well.

Akira's face was as stoic as ever. The purple bruises, cuts and swollen lip doing nothing to diminish the severity of his gaze. Yet, meeting Goro's own eyes was the only thing needed to soften those eyes.

Akira was there and all things considered (both Akira's injuries and Goro's... new condition) Goro couldn't help but feel a surge of relief among all this mess.

His sacrifice hadn't been on vain.

Him betraying Shido and his organization of hunters had been worth it.

so yep, heres another of my halloween themed oneshots and LOL I almost forgot to post here.

Its another vampire au for p5 and as any vammpire au it was written with the express purpose to be as dramatic and cliche possible.

I know i know... no thoughts head empty theres just over the top vampires aus here.

As a fun fact i had this written since November and i posted in ao3 like 2? 3? weeks ago

This is a differen au than the previous one shot and i posted some notes about that world to use as future references in case i want to write more for it or you want to know more at the end of the chapter.

Theres nothing much to say except i hope you enjoy my angsty suake vampire bfs!

And if you do please let me know! (comments & reblogs >>>likes)

18 notes • Posted 2021-04-17 01:02:27 GMT

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Reflections of the Deep Sense of Self

well, i dont really have an audience except for a handful of mutuals and the many porn bots that i cant seem to get rid of no matter how hard i try but i am still gonna use this platform to voice out my thoughts since i have too many of them and i feel like i might drown if i don't talk about them.

i dont necessarily think that i am a person that is easily swayed by men, i was able to emotionally control myself quite effectively in my youth.

my first crush was simply a pick from the crowd to stop my friends nagging about who it was. i just observed the crowd and picked the most likely to not interact with my sort and said "him, he is so cute!" hoping that my friends wouldn't see through my facade. i didn't want to like anyone just because of their looks but I had quite literally not spoken to the male sort in my entire life (not including men I am related to, I was in all girl private school before I moved to America's public system) to develop an interest in them in a romantic or infatuated way even.

now this is just my introduction to my philosophical essay about whether hurt/ mentally ill people are inherently evil but I must admit that this was started because of other reasons. we might not even get to touch on that either, i tend to ramble and not get to the point effectively.

if you followed me long enough you would know that I was talking to a man I might've called Viking. but we do not talk anymore after I made my feelings clear to him.

i feel many things, most of the time, its anger, the other times, confusion, hurt, rejection..etc. but I do not blame him. mostly because, i am quite annoying as a human being.

one of the things i took to as a way to distract me from the pain, was reading. i read so much that it was impossible to feel anything except the emotions that I was told to through a page. but in between books I would have nights where i wouldnt be able to focus on the words, and I would ponder what was it i did wrong, what was it that made him deem me worthless, not worth responding to. and I would come up blank because my self-preservation wont allow me believe that because I made my intentions clear that I was in the wrong to do so when I feIt that our relationship was taking the wrong turn. if I am allowed to call it a relationship, because quite frankly it was a level below a situationship and a level above a friendship. that I was quite sure of.

as I sit here and write after almost two months of silence from his end and mine, because I refuse to be the one to break it. call it pride, call it stubbornness, I was not the one to ghost the other. i refuse to chase after someone who clearly does not want me. but still can't deny that I lay in bed every night at some godforsaken hours of the night wishing, and hoping that he would just take a step towards me. as I had done to him that one Wednesday afternoon in April.

my point is that my interest in men started out of necessity but it has evolved into a yearning of something that seems quite unattainable. i am not attractive by any means, but I am not of the ugliest sort. i have seen people with more weight with worse features than I with partners who could care less about appearances. which to say that my looks shouldn't be any good reason to ghost me. and while I don't necessarily think that my appearance was the reason for the silence I do struggle with the way l look so my insecurities have found a very good home in the found silence from him. i am working on losing weight out of a bet with friends but also out of bitterness but nevertheless, he is a man and if he wont block me than he must see what he is missing out on.

but again, I used to think I would never be that girl. the one who wanted something but she cant have it. which is quite the diabolical because the entirety of the 11 months we talked I had many panic/ anxiety attacks over how our appearances didn't match, our aesthetics weren't compatible, about how I was too ugly for him or too fat for him. but he seemed the sort that was straightforward and didnt waste other peoples times. i guess i was wrong in the sense that he kept me around because he was bored and disposed of me when it got too serious for his liking. i thought i always had the upperhand, that if things ended i wouldnt be too hurt about it and do what i do best, find the next boy to obsess over.

funny enough, he seemed interested. but i cant know for sure. i mightve made it up in my head.

i have a fear, which shouldnt be a fear but it is. remember how i said that my first crush was out of necessity? well that seems to be the case with me from 7th grade to the end of highschool. which is crazy because you would think with all the men i obsess over that i would find men attractive. i think there is a clear line between celebrities and fiction characters from a real person with undeliberate faults and thing you cant control.

i never thought any of my crushes were ugly, they were good looking but they didnt make me feel attracted to them. it didnt help that i was also the type to watch from a far and not the get close and comfortable.

considering this my first person that i liked and held an 11 months conversation/-ship with i think i did very good but that doesnt change that i read too many romantic book and i had a silver of hope.

a silver of hope that maybe i wasnt weird or shitty for not feeling attracted to anyone in my life. that i finally found someone who literally embodied my dream guy and couldnt have been more perfect. if only he was better at communicating.

he says that he is traumatized from long distance relationships, i now understand that it mightve been his fault. he doesnt communicate. in the 11 months we have known each other i know about a handful of things about him while he had me all figured out. except for one thing. he never got my fear of relationships. since i suspect he ghosted me because he thought i would want one. i guess ghosting me seemed like his best option.

i might not be undesireable but i am not anyone's first choice either. usingmedia to distract me from my emotions literally has become my life. i read about 15 hockey romances the weeks after the ghosting. i was already reading regency era adult romances but i couldnt bring myself to finish them because i had spoken to him about them. this decision i will regret because i talked about everything with him. i mentioned this before. quite literally everything reminds me of him. and its quite sad because i cant evn ssay what we had was special. i decided yesterday that he wasnt worth all of this, and i know he isnt. but i am tired. i just want to be dessired and wanted.

i literally stopped reading a book because the male interest did the same thing that he did to me, essentially to the female protag. i cant even pick up the raunchy adult romance.

i didnt let my self feel the extent of my emotions, only in small slivers of despair, or when i am too tired to pretend that his actions didnt affect me.

he was perfect in all ways but one and i was all faults except for one; my immenient need to communicate.

and no one knows, a friend of mine knows, but they dont know everything, i dont want her to get annoyed with me. i was in her place too many times and i refuse to put her through that. and our mutual friends?

hahahahaha the other night i was speaking with S, and he said that the last time he spoke to him, he mentioned me and Viking said 'oh i havent spoken to her in a while' thats it. no explaination no excuse. i dont even know why that infuriated me. i wasnt even worth an explaination in his eyes. S barely found out via vague summary from me. because even though i was/am hurt. i refuse to tarnish his reputation. 'in a while' ????? you mean two months? but then again S couldnt remember the last time he talked to him. but like still?

forget that we were flirting constantly i thought i was friend at least. i deserve more than this. i think. maybe not then.

i want to scream and shout and hit him and cry about why he didnt want me. but i realize thats self depricating. i should never seek validation from a man, i know but it wouldnt fucking hurt fam.

i have so much to say and yet i feel like its already too much. i should keep quiet. thats what people want from me. for someone who is 'boy crazy' i have not stomached going on a dating app, or boy watching in public because it physically hurts. for gods sake i cant even read fanfiction or just READ because of it. any sight of anything merely romantic makes me want to yell. i am tired and i want to turn everything off. including my stupid rat brain that only seems to be attracted to assholes.

but the same fucking stupid brain cant help but hope that is our enemies to lovers story. one day... god i hope one day...

[biancaparisi]

Jackson- I raised my glass in toast to my brother. The speech, while heartfelt, was slurred a bit because of how drunk I was. Really, I could hold my liquor, but it was starting to show. "Happy birthday!" Big cheesy smile, I raised my glass to him and then took the drink.

Bianca- I had been wrestling with crashing the party, but Tony and I wanted to start our family and I couldn't do it until he made up with his first born. I created his party in hopes that he wanted to reconcile. Is shown up just as someone finished giving a toast to him and everyone echoed the happy birthday, so I joined in as well.

Abby : I was running behind, mostly because of my late shift. But I didn't want to miss Dante's birthday. So, after a quick shower and change into my black mini dress I made it over to Dante's place. As I came inside, I heard a chorus of cheers, gave one of my own and looked around for the birthday boy.

Dante : I grinned, tapping my brother's back. "Thank you, big brother!" I downed another shot, stopping dead when I saw a girl moving toward me. I knew exactly who she was. What I didn't know was why she was here. Why would his wife be here? And Jesus, pictures didn't do her justice.

Jackson- Big toothy grin and all, I turned to give my brother a hug, but stopped when I saw her. Abigail. My Abigail. As beautiful as ever. God, it'd been so long since I'd seen her, but she can't changed a bit. Wrong. She was even more beautiful than ever is that was even possible. She took my breath away, even more than before. "Excuse me," I said to my brother as I headed toward her.

Bianca- About to head over to him, I noticed A, my best friend and surrogate sister. I'd see Tony's son after his friends were done with him. "A! What are you doing here?" We saw each other as often as our jobs allowed, but I didn't know she knew Tony's son.

Abigail : I heard my name and turned, smiling brightly, hugging B. "Hi!" When she asked me why I was here, I suddenly wondered why she was as well. "Dante's a friend.. you know Dante?" I felt him before I saw him. It was like a magnet. My eyes drifted away from Bianca, landing on Jackson and I found my world around me shaking. He was still the most handsome man in the room - hell, on planet Earth. My heart felt like the part that died years ago was suddenly alive and thumping in my throat.

Dante : I nodded slightly at my brother, still lost in my father's wife. I went to step toward her but stopped when Kevin started saying his hello's. Why was she here? And now she was talking to Abigail? I was so confused.

Jackson- Our eyes met and my heart lept in my chest. Or stopped. I wasn't sure which. My feet kept moving until we were standing right in front of each other. Without a single thought, all I could do was reach out, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her in for a passionate kiss.

Bianca- I was about to admit that Antonino was Dante's father when she zoned out on me. I was nearly floored when the man who'd given the toast was kissing her as though she was his oxygen and he needed her to breathe. I knew that she would have told me if she was seeing someone, so I stood there in shock.

Abby : I barely had time to think, let alone truly react, before our lips were meeting. In that moment it was like the first kiss. Under the bleachers, it had rained. The air was damp. The sky was freshly blue. The rain having parted. I remembered the smell. The feel. And the taste. God, the taste. It was the same. Even with the years passing and the alcohol on his breath. I felt reality crashing in when the song changed from a soft one to some rap. I pulled back, staring at him, before shoving him back.

Dante : My eyes widened as Jackson kissed Abigail. "What the fuck." I moved around Kevin, cutting him off from whatever story he was telling that I hadn't heard. "What the hell, dude.." I said, laughing. "I was just gonna introduce you guys.. lips to your self!" Hell, how did they know each other? "And what the hell are you doing here?" I directed at Bianca. Because it was too much to ignore and well she was right there.

Jackson- It all happened so fast. One moment we were kissing and all was right with the world for once in so many years, and then she was pushing me away and Dante was at my side. I felt slightly dizzy. "No introduction necessary, little brother. Abigail is my soulmate, my one and only, the only woman I've ever and will ever love." God bless the alcohol coursing through me right now and allowing me to say those words and not keep my yap shut.

Bianca- "What am I--" I was about to repeat Dante's question and answer him, sorta, but his... brother(?)'s words kinda outweighed my reply. "What is he talking about?" I could smell the alcohol all over him, but A wasn't denying anything he'd just said. What I came for could wait.

Abigail : I rolled my eyes. He always did love sweet talking. He thought it fixed everything. I however knew fancy words didn't hold back reality and in fact judging from the gun strapped to his hip he was following right in his Pops foot steps. He was in the mob.

Jesus was Dante in it too? Is that why he carried around guns and had people always following him around? Why he'd been stabbed the first night we met?

Jesus God was having a laugh right now. "We dated in high school. It wasnt all that crazy." But god.. I had missed his smile.

Dante : "Wait.. What?" All of this was confusing as hell. Abby knew Bianca. Bianca was here? Jackson just called Abby his soulmate? She was his baby he seemed to blab about on drunk nights? What the fuck?!

Jackson- Big toothy grin and all, I leaned closer to her. "Still crazy in love with you, baby." Licking my lips, I leaned even closer still. "God. You look good. Taste so good too! God, I've missed you. Haven't I, brother? Tell her how much I've missed her!"

Bianca- Well, this night wasn't going as planned. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I inhaled deeply. I was intruding, and even though I knew I had been when I showed up, I really felt out now, but I felt even more so that A needed me.

Abigail:  "And on that note.. Wanna go, B?" I couldn't do this. I couldn't sit here and listen to this. Our lives were decided long before we met. We lived two different lives. I wasnt made for his world.

Dante : "Hes right.. He spoke about his girl all the time.. I never knew she was you, Abby.. Did you bring her?" I asked pointing at Bianca. "You're married.. To my.." I couldnt even get out the word father. Jesus he was married to someone like her.

Jackson- "No! You can't go! You just got here!" I felt as though she was slipping away. How could she walk away when she'd just walked back into my life? Reaching out, I took her hand. "Please stay! I can't bear to lose you again."

Bianca- I nodded, ready to leave with her. His words struck me, freezing me where I stood. He knew me. Of course he knew me. His father was a senator. We were always in the public eye together. "We should go," I said, even as I remained.

Abigail : I heard Dante and looked back to Jackson when I felt his touch. "Nothing has changed since high school, right?" He knew what that meant for us.. For me.

Dante:  I gently grabbed Bianca arm. "Let's give them space.." I didn't let her stop me. I pulled her down a hall toward my stairs to the upstairs. I stopped, the hall was clear. "Why are you here?" I didnt like how this felt like a set up.

Jackson- I barely noticed Dante left and took Abigail's friend with him. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Abigail. "Baby..." I sighed heavily. "Come outside with me. I think we both need air," I said with a hopeful smile.

Bianca- Sighing, I boy my bottom lip slightly. "I came to talk to you. For your father, actually, even if he has no idea I'm here. I realize now that I shouldn't have chosen tonight to do this, but I'm here now, I guess... And you know who I am..."