#not sure what you're into music wise but maybe you'd like his music!!!!

[dogboyratgirl]

cicada days by will wood................

Sleeeeppp

Sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleeeeeppppp

nooo listening to hour long album right now

[writingoddess1125]

Poly or just 3 some vibe swith shanks and Mihawk?? I just feel that power imbalance would be addictiveee

Oh This is what I live for Love! You got it!

MWAHAHAHAHHAHAH

Shanks X young!Reader(mid 20's) X Mihawk

Warning: Sexual Themes, Threesome vibes, Sex, Unprotected sex, Eiffel Tower ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You stood there at the bar looking at your few regulars as you spaced out. It was a slow night, almost like every night. Your village was too small and too secluded to get any real traffic. If it wasn't for a few months ago it would have closed- not for a certain pirate crew then it would have defiently closed their doors.

Speaking of which- the door busted open with a fairly dramatic flare. As if summoned by your thoughts there stood the entirety of the Red Haired Pirates, cheeks already flushes with alcohol it seemed.

"Good Evening Mr. Shanks! Glad to see you back" You smile cheerfully at him, He would often come to the bar when he ran out of his monthly supply on his Island next door. Him and his crew were very nice, paired with the fact they always payed very well.

"Good Evening to you (Y/N)! Please bring out the best you have little one! It's a celebration!" It was no secret that Shanks had been eyeing you for the months he had been stopping by, How his eyes would linger on your form a bit more then most- How his gaze would track you as you moved through the bar.

"A celebration?" You asked innocently as he held up a wanted poster proudly. A dark brooding figure Stepping in behind him, looking a bit irritated to he there, even as his gaze settled on you.

"Yep! My Lad Luffy got his first bounty and is now a Pirate! Paired with my good Pal here Mihawk is here for a visit!"

"Well in that case I'll pull out the best!" You said cheerfully waving at your co-workers to bring our the large crates of rum and ale for them.

As the liquor was poured you saw Shanks and Mihawk quietly talking- Their eyes locked onto you as they stared at you, watching every move you did. Which made your cheeks heat up dramatically. After a few moments of this and the bar coming to life with loud music you ended up grabbing a drink as well.

This seemed to drawn Mihawk over, his form shadowing yours. "Is it wise for you to drink?" He cautioned a brow, making you feel a bit flustered by both his accent and eyes.

"It's fine, it's not like anyone here would hurt me" You say softly, Waving your hand dismissively. His lips curving to a slight smirk at this-

"I don't think hurting you is what they would have in mind" Oh your face was bright red now- especially with the purr in his tone and look in his eye-

"W-Well if they asked I wouldn't be opposed I'm sure-" You manage to squeak out, drawing his gaze in. Before he gestured you to follow him, which you obediently did. Returning to his seat next to Shanks he pulled you to his lap which made your face crimson- The red head smiling at the sight.

"Didn't know all I had to do was smile to bring you over finally" He teased, Gesturing to yourself seated on his peers lap. You took another sip of your drink and shyly shrugged

"As I say, ask and you shall receive Shanks. Number one rule here" You quip back which earns a noise from Mihawk- seemingly a chuckle.

"Well if that's the case. Me and my friend here, both would love to take you out for the evening, to get to know you better. But you'd have to choose my dear"

"I-I wouldn't be able to choose-" You admit shyly, Looking between the two of you. Shanks laughing loudly at this as he bit his lip.

"What about both of us?" He chimed, something in his eyes made tour stomach warm. Maybe it was the underlying danger or the arousal but yoh nodded.

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt- It's a celebration afterall" You blushed, drinking more of the rum in your glass. The alcohol making your head buzz and warmth filled your body.

Mihawk squeezed your thigh as you were still seated on his lap.

"Deplorable as usual-" Mihawk grumbled, but his gaze did fall to you as you sat there blushing in-between the two men. His golden eyes practically staring through your soul, reaching forward and taking a peice of your hair in his hands and messing with it- Like he was trying to decide to go through with it. Once your big beautiful eyes settled on his, he sighed almost defeatedly.

"But I suppose a bit of sharing wouldn't be the worse" He said softly. Shanks smiling widely as he heard this and gave a proud laugh. Patting Mihawk shoulder in joy.

Shanks was the first to stand, pulling you up to your feet. Mihawks hand on the small of your back and lead you out of the bar and towards the inn. Mihawk tossing down some berry and guided you up to the given room.

Author Note!: ⚠️ Final Warning ⚠️ Once you go past this line. THERE IS NO RETURN! ITS ABOUT TO GET INFERNO SPICY- 18+ ultra mature!

Shanks and Mihawk stood on either side of you. Shanks was the first one to kiss you, it was gentle at first sweet even. It wasn't till you felt a tug on your blouse that the sweet kiss was broke, feeling him pull off your blouse as you felt your pants fall down to the floor. Realizing Mihawk had taken the time to undo them, along with your bra as Shanks smiled and pulled down your underwear. Blushing you felt a push as you fell onto the bed behind you.

You were laid there on the soft comforters of the local Inns bed, Blushing as the warm lights of the lanterns barely lit the room. But you could make out the two men staring at you like you were fresh prey infront of two hungry carnivores.

"How shall we go about this Hawkeye? Maybe a good game of tag?" Shanks said with a wicked smiled, Mihawk smirking as his gaze never left you and nodded.

Mihawk too the left while Shanks moved forward climbing into the bed with a grin as he found himself between your legs.

"He can't help but put everything in his mouth Darling" Mihawk said calmly playing with your hair as you moaned helplessly against his chest, Watching your face contort and shift from Shanks pleasurable torture. You could feel Shanks smirk between your legs as his mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked hard, crying out in pleasure as Mihawk captured your lips in a deep kiss. Wine filled your senses as you accepted the kiss, feeling him hungry mouth dominate your own.

Pulling away as Shanks pulled your hips with his arm, bringing your core closer as he seemed too lost in his meal to be concerned with the lost kiss between you and Hawkeye-

At being pulled down your face sliding down Mihawk's chest and to his waist, Blushing deeply as you laid infront of the Warlords tending pants. Mihawk smirking at your reaction as he gestured for you to proceed, not needing a cue you carefully undid his pants. Blushing as his large cock bounces out enthusiastically- opening your lips you took all of him in, Blushing at the feeling as he groaned above you.

You moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, the feeling of Shanks driving you to your upcoming orgasm, your legs starting to shake at Shanks talented mouth before he suddently pulled away. Chuckling at the whine you gave at the sensation even while Mihawk chuckled at you as well.

"Don't worry love~ I got something better~" You heard Shanks say sweetly. A shuffling of fallen clothes fell behind you as you felt Shanks hand rest on your hip and pulling you up to your knees while you chest still laid on the mattress before Mihawk.

Your thighs shake as you felt every inch of him slide into you, combined with still too high from his mouth earlier was just enough to cum right as he bottomed out. Moaning loudly against Mihawk cock and shaking.

"Aww~ She came just from me entering. So cute~" the Red head teased, making Mihawk even chuckle. Without time to even settle through your bliss you felt Ahanks hips start to move. Like a tidal wave, the shocked of ecstacy rushed through your body.

Shank hips started to sputter against you, still shaking from your previous orgasm that had your nerves on fire.

"You know I don't care for a mess Red Hair-" Mihawk grunted out, his pace quickening on your lips as you felt him hit the back of your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt Mihawk tughten his hold on your hair, pulling your lips as far down his member as possible as he came. Heat running down your throat as you felt Shanks pull out of you at the same time and spill on your back.

"Well done Darling~" Mihawk praised as he pulled himself from your mouth, smiling at the sight of you. Tears down your cheeks, lips red and bruised and panting. He pulled you up once more, this time placing you against Shanks chest.

"Very nicely done~" Shanks purred out, praising you for your skills. You only gave a bubbling moan at the sweet praise and Mihawk hands kneading your chest, drawing out moans sweet moans from you. Feeling Mihawk place kisses down your neck in reward for your moans.

"Think you can last one more round for us Sweetheart?~" Shanks sweetly asked, nodding softly even if you mind was fuzzy from your pleasure.

It felt like a blur but suddently you where on your back, Mihawk in turn sliding into you. Your back arching at the sensation as you gasped, he was bigger- Somehow or it was just how sensitive you were. As you laid there gasping you felt Shank touch your shoulder looking up as you saw his already hardened member before your lips, accepting him you felt him thrust into your mouth.

You felt your body bounce with each powerful thrust, sending Shank's cock deeper past your bruised lips. Another hard orgasm already building in your stomach as you felt Mihawk's relentless hips slam against your form,

A muffled cry left your sore throat as you felt warmth flood your mouth and core, spots scattered in your vision as you heard the muffled pants and groans of the two above you.

Mihawk was the first to pull out of you, his large hands securing you as Shanks did the same making cold air filling your lungs. Both men working gently to clean you up, whispering praise at you as they did so. Mihawk laying you down first on the cleanest part of the bed and covering your tired form in a blanket. You felt your eyes close, too tired to open them again as sleep was already starting to take over your form.

"We must share her once again" Shanks whispered, pushing some of your hair from your face. Carefully holding your waist with his hand. You could feel Mihawk nod in agreement as he settled you on his broad chest.

"I can't disagree with that" Mihawk whispered before sleep finally claimed you.

[succumbtothenightmare]

i liked your headcanon of noah with a reader who’s older, could you also do one with reader who’s just a couple years younger if you’re comfortable? like early to mid 20s?

maybe she’s not been as sure as noah when it comes to career and knowing exactly what she wants to pursue, but she does show a similar interest in music. i feel like he’d be really understanding in terms of being super supportive, showing her what he’s working on production wise, setting you up to shadow matt if you want to learn the mix/crew side of things.

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"Are you sure it's alright with Matt?" You asked Noah while laying on his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair. "Yep, we talked about it this morning. He's fine with you shadowing him this tour run."

"Thank you," you pressed a kiss to his bare chest.

Since you were about five years younger than Noah, you were still undecided about what you wanted to do career wise.

You'd mentioned that you felt like you were behind compared to everyone around you. All of your friends you made in college graduated and got jobs while you dropped out because you were still unsure what to do.

You felt like you were wasting time and potential.

Noah was reassuring in letting you know you had all the time in the world to decide what you wanted to do with your life. Just because he knew from an early age that he wanted to be in a band and was now living that dream didn't mean it wasn't going to happen to you.

You spent hours one night discussing different options that sounded interesting to you and when you mentioned sound engineering, Noah immediately went to work on setting you up with Matt.

"He's one of the best in the business, angel. You'd learn a lot from him," Noah said while squeezing your shoulder.

You trailed a nail over the tattoos on his stomach. "You never judge me or make me feel useless because I don't know what I want to do with my life yet."

"You don't have to rush these kinds of things, Y/N. You're still young, you've got time."

"Hopefully I don't annoy Matt with my lists of questions," you joked.

Noah kissed your forehead. "You won't, angel. As long as you have a Dr. Pepper or a Celsius on hand, you'll be Matt's favorite."

[strawberrychainsawz]

Douma's ideal human type in a partner

I was inspired by a post I saw on here so let's try! These are just things I think are my headcanons

• Since he cannot feel emotions, I think he'd want a very cheerful type of person who feels all sorts of emotions very deeply. It would fascinate him how much joy you found in the littlest most normal things. He likes how happy you are to see him, he thinks it's cute when you're aggravated by him. He likes how relaxed and calm you get from hearing the rain outside. All the things he cannot feel himself he'd try to feel through another person maybe. He very aware of his ability to not feel emotions and I think deep down it does bother him. Maybe you'd be able to help him feel something.

•A sense of humor. He's definitely the most funny out of all the uppermoons and he's more than likely going to being saying silly things. If he made a joke and you didn't laugh he'd probably just look at you blank faced and then start pouting.

"Waaaa you don't like my joke?? I'm not funny? You're such a meanie"

But if you did have a good sense of humor, he'd enjoy seeing your face lit up with laughter. Uh ohhh is mr.no emotions maybe starting to FEEL SOMETHING?

• a good listener. The man has spent his whole life, even at a young age having to listen to people's woes and worries. He'd like for someone to actually ask how HE is doing. And once you get him talking, I don't think he'd stop. He'd want to lay his head in your lap as he talks about his day but he also wants to hear you talk. You are his favorite afterall.

• good with children. I think this applies because of his own messed up childhood. Let's say maybe at his temple he saw you caring for some of the other women's children there, making them little flower crowns. It would be kinda bittersweet. Making him think "I wish at least one person was kind to me as a child like that"

• look wise? I think he'd want someone who is definitely beautiful but in a unique kinda way that stood out. Maybe one of your eyes is a different color. Maybe your hair color is a wild color you don't really see everyday. He was told his whole life he could hear the voice of God's because of his hair color and eye color so I'd feel like he would want to make sure, because of your unique presence that you're beautiful just because you are. Not for the benefits for satisfying others people. (Maybe for him though) 👁👁

• he'd want someone submissive but also not afraid to be dominant with him either. I could imagine him pinning you down and finding your whimpers sound like sweet music to him. But I could also imagine him letting a partner dominate him. He's so strong, maybe he'd be curious to feel like the prey for once in his life. Maybe he would like for YOU to pin him down and make him feel vulnerable.

• I think he would find clumsiness cute. Imagine you and him taking a stroll at night, you fall, scrape a knee. He'd tease you so bad about it.

"Look where you're going!!" "Goodness my love, as he says putting a bandage on your scrape, such a clutz. What would you without me, hmm?? Aren't you happy I came to your rescue? All smug like. *kisses your knee after fixing it up"

• I think he'd like someone who isn't very experienced in bed so a very innocent minded type of person. Once he got you in bed, he'd be gentle and not to hurt you. But after a while he'd be wanting to try all sorts of things and positions. Maybe he picked out a shiny cute collar and leash for you to put on. Maybe he wants you to put it on HIM.

• You'd have to be understanding that he is a demon and has to eat people. But out of kindness because you know he's such a NICE GUY maybe he'd eat his meals elsewhere.

• a very dotting personality. Like I said before he's spent his whole life having to listen to other people, he'd want you to be very affectionate with him. Maybe Akaza hurt his "feelings" and wants you to cuddle him and play with his hair as he whines about Akaza being so cold to him.

• I remember reading somewhere before he was a demon he enjoyed dancing and drinking sake. Since he can't drink sake anymore he takes baths in it for his skin.

He would love to dance with you to music. Since you're an innocent minded person maybe you've never tasted sake before. He'd love to see your expression to trying it. It might make him remember one of the things he loved when he was a human. If you didn't like the sake and immediately made a face when trying it, He'd find that adorable.

[n3ptoonz]

'The After Party'

Pairing: Kung Lao/F!Dancer!Reader

Fandom: Mortal kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: SMUTTY!! Explicit!!! Reader is straight up a woman here, wears heels and skirts and bralettes, reader is a stripper, creampie, cunnilingus, cum on face, dry humping, Kung Lao is submissive and reader is dominant, half proofread, reader needed this fr, she her pronouns used and he calls reader gorgeous

Word count: 1.9k+

'You always come to the parties...To pluck the feathers off all the birds.'

The way you moved was mesmerizing to Kung Lao. You were the only dancer here that interested him, truly. Your moves were captivating; the technique and clear thought behind them was what he liked the most compared to the others.

'You always come to the parties...'

You noticed that he's been a regular for the last month since he discovered this place. And honestly, even though you've never really interacted other than monetarily, he's starting to become your favorite customer. The most you've said to each other was a "Thank you" and him always responding with "Anytime." You didn't even know his name--or most of your customers for that matter--but that didn't bother him.

He didn't have to be the highest paying to get your attention. Rather...he seemed to differ from other men that come and go. Appearance wise and his overall demeanor. From his stylish hats to the fact that he didn't walk into the building wearing a tux and thinking he was the man. He was simple and respectful.

'Ride, ride'

After your fourth set, you approached him again for the second round with your waist band that was already full of money and he stood up this time to add his share. He leaned closer to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud instrumental in the club.

"Will you be here for the after party?" he asked, backing up to see if you heard him. If you had a penny for every time you've been asked that question, you'd be shaking ass on a yacht in Italy.

"Sir, the dancers cannot have sex on the job." you promptly said, your facial expression being neutral as possible. He was taken aback by your statement, he just wanted to see you again, maybe even have a chat. He knew you were just reciting club rules, but damn! He thought.

"That's not- I meant it as I'd like a private dance if you'll be here. I'm also well aware of this rule. Do you think so lowly of me?" he joked, crossing his arms and smiling. With how dark the setting was in this building, his smile lit up this part of the room. Wow, he has dimples too!

He wore a denim vest over top of an armless sweatshirt that was showing off his muscles and he was surely making it work, put together with a simple pair of jeans. His playfulness did make you laugh though, and it made you want to explore his personality more. Many of the guys here bland as hell and only cared about getting off to women who would never give them a chance.

"Alright, alright, my apologies. I will be here, yes, but unfortunately the private dances are being postponed due to an incident from last week with another dancer. Instead we'll be serving while dancing."

Kung Lao frowned a bit at the news. He really was looking forward to just being with you even for a short moment. He immediately assumed the incident had to have something to do with you straight up telling him there was no sex allowed here. However...that's when an idea sparked in his head.

"Okay...could I see you after work then?"

You haven't been asked that question since you started working here, but it was always from slime balls that were the least bit of your interest. But like you thought...he was different.

'On your knees...'

He saw you actually considering it with the way your face contorted. "I see you're thinking about it." he said as he leaned down since the music was still bumping.

"Why yes...I am, sir." you gave him a teasing look. You were half in work mode and half being yourself; you truly wondered what it would be like to make his wish your command. Maybe even the other way around the way he was looking at you.

He shook his head and waved his hands at your formalities, "No need to call me sir if we're getting to know each other. My name is-"

--

"Kung Lao~" you sang his name, gripping onto his shoulders as you dry humped his thigh like your life depended on it. His hands hung by his sides and he just sat in one of the lounge chairs in your appointed dressing room. One of the main rules in any strip club was that you couldn't touch the dancers. So there he sat, under your control with his head thrown back in pure bliss.

The more you moved, the more you could feel his print peeking through his pants. He was panting like a dog and on the verge of passing out he felt so damn good. Honestly, he could cum from the friction alone, but he was secretly hoping he wouldn't like this. He'd rather on...or in you...

You pulled his head up to look at you. What you saw was what was once a smiley man with a bit of playful arrogance. A man that had the utmost respect for you and what you did for a living, turned into a boy-toy for your pleasure. What he saw was a beautiful woman looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and you were a lioness who captured her prey.

"You wanna fuck me, don't you? Be inside me?" you asked in a whisper, slowing your pace down which lead to him whining and squeezing his thighs together. The most he could do is nod and give a weak "Mhm..."

His hands began to tremble right as you pulled him free and quickly started riding him. It's been so long and he filled you so good, seeing the pride already leaving his body was turning you on even more. You both cursed and moaned in unison at the feeling of each other.

It was already the feeling of your walls wrapping around him like no other, but also your mini skirt that was hiked up past your ass. The second he looked down he was greeted by it bouncing along, only making him harder. Not to mention your breasts that threatened to fall out of the bralette you had on from your previous performance.

"You're drooling. Haven't had sex like this before, have you?" you asked, not slowing your pace in the slightest. You had a smug attitude just as bad as his, and he fucking loved that shit.

"Agh...can I please touch you? I...I might lose my mind." he muttered, unable to focus on anything else.

"You can touch me if you cum in the next minute, how about that?" you replied, making it sound like it was an impossible task. But you haven't really met Kung Lao. The man with a plan and will get the job done when needed.

He was a man who never backed down from a challenge. He's the type of guy to always pick dare and wants the absolute craziest thing someone can think of. Now pair that competitiveness with the hottest woman he has ever seen riding him and talking to him with a sweet sensual voice.

He came.

What was that? Had to be like 20 seconds after you said that and it's the last thing you expected. You didn't anticipate him shooting inside and so quickly. His eyes were shut tight and sweat beaded on his forehead; he was out of breath.

His blurry eyes could only look up at the ceiling, "Am I allowed to now?" he said, his arrogance returning behind his tone and smirk.

You laugh softly, slowly getting up from his lap and grabbing his hand, "Sure you can, but you'll be cleaning this up."

You lead him to the small couch in front of your full body mirror and sat on the cushion after putting a towel on it, pulling him down to his knees in front you. You ran your fingers through his loose hair. He knew exactly where this was going.

With not another word uttered, he lowered himself further, grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward to the edge. A gasp and chuckle came from you at the eagerness he had. The hunger in his eyes alone was turning you into a waterfall.

The glistening sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you easily made him feel like he was drunk. He pushed your legs farther apart and delved in like a man starved. Your hand practically flew to his head as your head flew back into the soft couch pillow. The flesh of your thighs spilled in between his fingers, just how he liked it.

"Oh my God..." you breathed out. He was already fully determined to eat you out with everything he had, but he absolutely positively needed you to cum on his face. Another thing you didn't know about him, he was a giver.

He may have been full of himself at times, prideful, and smug. But nothing fueled him more than being able to have bragging rights. I can see it now: he's feeling like he won a gold medal simply because you came from his tongue.

The pace at which he lapped at you made your legs all tingly, prompting you to close your thighs around his head. Watch out, because he might just cum again!

You whined and writhed above him, biting your lip to not give him too much fuel. You still had to remind him that he was the one wrapped around your finger.

He winced and hummed against your skin from you gently digging your heel into his back. The vibration from the top of his nose made you jolt a little, and now here came that growing feeling in your stomach.

"Hmm...yeah, keep going." he murmured against you, encouraging you to leave marks all over his back. Your breaths became quicker as your back arched. The heels of your black pumps clawing at the flesh of his back was just enough to make him go faster than before.

"Oh fuck, Kung Lao-" you moaned his name, gasping the closer you got.

"Let it go, gorgeous."

Finally you let loose, all over his face like he intended. He soothed you through your high as he didn't stop or slow down. The grip you had on his hair gradually lifted--needing to grab and hold onto the armchairs for leverage. Your entire body convulsed in pleasure and your hushed moans got louder.

As you both calmed down, you picked up something to fan yourself while Kung Lao kissed the inside of your thighs. He was mindful not to leave marks in consideration of your job even if he really, really wanted to. He lifted his head and kissed your stomach, smiling up at you with those pretty dimples of his.

"I haven't felt that good in so...fucking long." you said. When you looked down at him he had a big stupid grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe his face yet. You playfully rolled your eyes and took the towel from under you to fold it in half and wipe it for him.

"If this is what happens at after parties, I'm gonna have start coming here more often." he joked, but at the same time dead ass serious.

"Oh no, next time will not be happening at my place of work. I could get fired at this rate!"

You swear you could see his ears perk at the thought and confirmation that you enjoyed this so much to ensure a next time.

"Fine by me!"

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY OOHHHHHHH i told y'all i would post that fic today 😝 i fucking enjoyed every last minute of writing this (even if it took like three weeks LMAOO)

[orangelemonsstuff]

so you guys know in ddlc that there's this one scene where monika forces the player's mouse to move down to choose her? yes that. BUT MAKE IT TWST AND SELF AWARE!!! (meaning the game didn't code Malleus/Monika to do it)

Leona as Natsuki, Azul as Yuri, and of course Malleus as Monika.

warning: Horror themes since its inspired by ddlc

...

You've been playing a visual novel for about 4 hours now.

you can't help it it was just so enticing, the characters, the plot, the artstyle and pacing. its so good

Choices aren't that much special to this game as you heard there's only one ending but the cgi's are completely different between route of choices. its no matter to you though, you save a choosing point and then after reading that route you'll reload again to read the other

as much as you knew some people do this recklessly to just see the CGIs, you on the other hand is wisely thinking of whom you'd choose first to see their scenario and then second, and then third, so on. as if you consider their actual feelings

it felt like it isn't any of your typical visual novel, you feel as if the characters are actually talking to you behind the screen and actually cares about the real you, especially that one specific character.

his name is Malleus

He's one of the mysterious type of character, he plays the violin, he likes ice creams and apparently dragon statues. you choose him first everytime you come across a choice event and practically you always see his special events and scenarios too

but sometimes you can't help but feel it

you are alone in your room but you can't help... feel the feeling of being watched. something whispering. something's or someone's presence together with you in the room

and whenever you'd look behind your back to see no one is there then turn back to your computer, you'd see an enlarged Malleus up to your screen staring with those with light yet emotionless smile and eyes

you could be imagining it. but when you checked the reviews for the game it doesn't say anything about Malleus popping up like that, yes some bugs about the game dialogue or settings but it doesn't relate to what you're experiencing.

your headphones was still in your ears so it definitely surprised you when the bright music stopped and the dialogue sfx chimes in

Malleus:

"What are you looking at?"

well that scared you, you must've clicked a button to proceed the dialogue.

Malleus backed away but it still nerved you when the music stopped altogether. it felt creepy

you close your phone and decided maybe it was just all your imagination or the game being buggy, you would say this in the review later so the devs could fix it

you return to your game and proceed with the dialogue smoothly, the current situation was a festival apparently and the main character of the game was supposed to be one of the managers of it

Azul:

"surely I'm the most fitting to help ____ to this festival, I'm the most efficient here."

you click.

Leona:

"Didn't i say I'll do it? won't that be a convenient for you Octopus?"

You click again but with a chuckle this time

"what a lovely sound"

Huh? what was that? did you just hear someone speak?

you rewind the game to Azul's dialogue again, you must've missed an voiceline easter egg...

you didn't.

you rewind it over and over again but there's no voiceline or anything. huh must've been just a one time thing

wait, there shouldn't be any voiceline in this game... there shouldn't be, it didn't come with a voice sound setting after all.

okay this is really weird.

you sigh, clicking the dialogue bubble again. you'll need a meal, a bath and sleep after this, you must've been really tired that you are hearing things and seeing things

Azul:

"Just let ____ make the choice okay?"

click

Malleus:

"Okay, fine... Fine."

click

Azul:

"Jeez... ____, i know how fed up you are with these two by now. we can jus-"

click

Leona:

"Azul, shut your fucking mouth and let them decide for themselves"

cli- wait hold on woah, did you just read that right? this game isn't supposed to be having strong languages, you were sure you checked the labels alright so why...? maybe it's part of the coded dialogue? you can't blame the devs adding some spice isn't so bad either

Azul:

"You shut you mouth!"

click

Malleus:

"Oh great seven, this is never going to end. just make the choice okay?"

the choice buttons shows up tallying from Azul next to Leona and then Malleus. you think about it carefully and as you think you might be showing a lot of favoritism towards Malleus, maybe its time for a little bit of change no worries though you'll save it and load for la-

huh?

that's weird

why can't you click the save and load button? you repeat your excessive clicking for a whole 2 minutes but you can't get to click the save button at all

was this game really buggy?

frustrated, you decide in your head to choose whoever except Malleus for a change but when you were about to pick Azul.

the mouse

it's....

moving...

....itself.

towards Malleus

what...? how is this possible? yeah your actual literal mouse within you isn't moving but the mouse on the screen is

is this supposed to be part of the game? no... this isn't... you have to check you have to

competent, you move the mouse again to pick but it kept moving down in its onw accord, you struggle to move it up after few tries but with timing you click on Leona with swiftness

a pair of green irises appeared on a white screen, familiar ones. the same eyes that looked to you earlier, a little too close for your liking.

a eerie silence waft around you, and the whirring of the computer can be the only thing heard outside of your headphones

you shake with fear, you gulp the tense in your throat, your eyes hurt with dryness not daring to take your eyes off the green eyes staring right at you and to see if this is real, you don't know what to do or what to believe.

you tried clicking your exit button more times than you can count but it wont exit the game, the cord connecting from the computer isn't far but you fear that even if you move a little or look away for a second, someone or something would jump out of the screen to god who knows what it'd to you

courage or curiosity, whatever it is, it made you click the blank white screen with floating irises to at least something would happen to just make this all stop.

an eerie endless dialogue sfx was blasted into your ears as a multiple choice boxes of the name "Malleus" appeared in your screen

???:

"Wxkabdbealem!?(19_++_;4)0#?$;(akwjrbeboxibrbrwoOAiebevtbwkwksokw@910-~¢jsjsjwb@+2;2-akejjrrrneejrwownrbtlwalalxndndebwkwowowoqpeh=`=¢¶%¶kwkwpqowhsbebejwWxkabdbealem!?(19_++_;4)0#?$;(akwjrbeboxibrbrwoOAiebevtbwkwksokw@910-~¢jsjsjwb@+2;2"

your ears felt like bleeding and nausea came over to you, you feel like throwing up right there and then, pass out, die. anything to make it stop

with a strained shaky hand you click Malleus as the screen turned back to the game normally again as if nothing happened

Malleus:

"Im happy you picked me."

sweat drips from your temples as you exit the game and pull the plug of the cord and stepped back from the monitor not even bothering to save the game or your discarded headphones

you try to steady your breath few times to calm down the loud thumping of your heart from horror and shock, you sat up to your bed trying to wipe off the nervousness off of you before standing up and sprinting off the door.

maybe you didn't thoroughly checked your game settings or code files, or maybe you did, you just didn't paid that much attention to it

you pulled the plug at him, stepped back with horror and ran away not even bothering to save the game or take a listen at your discarded headphones

the headphones played the same bright music from earlier.

Auto Saving....

Saving Complete!

Tip: This game loads where you left at.

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AN: this was out of the sudden burst of inspiration btw. (i mean none of my fics aren't lol) But hope ya enjoyed it, i rlly loved DDLC, i did copy some of the dialogues i hope its okay since i have no idea what to make them say lol but DDLC stays original for me.

[plantoyoon]

New experiences. part 1

I am writing this because I'm actively thinking about it and writing it seems like it would help to get it out of the depths of my brain. (I think I mostly wrote it in second person, haven't proofread it, I don't know how much sense it makes)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Mostly inside talks, then some fluff, not much action though... it will follow soon

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This is the most stupid thing you’ve ever done! An improper way to say hello, but if you're actively thinking about me in your goblin ways, please stop! Message sent.

Voice 1: Why have I done this? Should I delete the message? I still have time... but I'm sure he already saw it. Why isn't there an answer? Am I being that insane?

Voice 2: Well, probably yeah... because you just sent a text to a dude you stopped talking to more than a month ago. In a kind of crazy way. Let's cover it up for a bit, shall we? So I know that in those periods of talking or not talking, he told you that every time you texted him, he was always thinking intensely of you. Given the kind of relationship you had and the person he was, it was smutty thinking. I might sound like I'm actively judging, but it was the same for you. Texting him when you were so close to touching yourself or after, depending on how needy you felt that day. Therefore, my insane message!

Alright, he's typing... Typing... still typing...

You're a nervous wreck at this point, still uncertain if you should delete your message. That would be even more insane now!

"Hi! Maybe I am. Would that be so wrong?" came the answer, dry and flirty. As he usually does, but the lack of honesty bleeds through... he would usually write more, not be that mysterious.

"Not wrong, but..." In your usual style, you overthink what to write next. Should you say: "Yes, stop! I need to work, not think about you," or "I miss your hugs and you," or "I am a dumb thing who needs to get her shit together. Sorry for writing!" But you don't. Your fingers go flirtatious and say, "Not wrong, but I know you could do better than just manifest me into your couch."

"What do you mean?" The conversation feels strained, but you go further in your stupidity and inquire, "Text, ask, and receive." Wow, so bold! You clearly don't recognize yourself; it's like you never left being his go-to friend with benefits for six months.

Looking at the messages, your mind starts thundering with anxieties. Did he get a girlfriend? Is he upset? Does he hate you? Does he think you're so lame for texting him like this after the last time he refused your meeting request? You wisely put your phone down, put on some music, and close your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment... Why did "Drowning" start playing? The universe is aligned with your personal saboteur.

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You drowned in a similar moment in your life, having the same urges and desire for connection. It was hot outside, the AC being your only hope, but it was an old one... so there was still a need to lay like a starfish on the bed to properly cool off. But your life was another thing—working part-time, doing this and that, and just focusing on your health, hobbies, doing some sports, painting... you know, trying to enjoy life.

According to your friends, you lacked a boyfriend. You denied it strongly until recently, when all those couples' activities started to creep onto your wish list. The fact that all the novels you were reading also contained a relationship here and there put even more pressure on you.

But as much as you'd like to stick to the novelty of it all, the reality was simple. You were horny, and your hands and toys couldn't keep up with your appetite anymore. So you did what every girl not in her right mind does... went to dating apps.

You said to yourself: We're just doing some friends with benefits, not a relationship, so we can be as picky with looks as we want.

So you set up your account and started swiping. Lots of lefts, until someone caught your eye... Dark hair, fair skin, an artistic pose, and another one in the mirror with a camera pointed towards it, where his hands seemed like the main attraction. Long and elegant fingers, yet strong with prominent knuckles. Have you ever had a thing for hands? you ask yourself.

Swipe right and matched. Oh, that was fast, considering you made the account less than half an hour ago.

You try with a bit of conversation so you wouldn't be the direct asshole you usually are. You had prior experience with dating apps, so you expected the conversation to drift quickly to the action part. But this time it didn't. The conversation was quite smooth and cute, getting to know each other, talking about photography. As enjoyable as the conversation was, you had a purpose, so for the first time, it was you who moved the talk to meet and fuck.

Always a smooth talker, but this was your moment as a weird robot who suddenly had needs and needed to focus on her purpose. After a few hours, you managed to have him at your door, inviting him in and playing the part where you present your house with him complimenting the size of your apartment.

He is cute, you thought. Longer dark hair, dark eyes, whose emotions played between curiosity and reservation, and dark clothes. You definitely need some wine to gain your confidence in this situation.

"Wine?" you ask, at which he confirms while checking out what was running on TV. It was a Star Wars series that you've been watching recently. You've kept it running in the background for some months until now, so you kind of forgot to change it to some music or something more appealing. The atmosphere between you two was a bit strange, not knowing what to say, what to talk about. He seemed uncomfortable. You cringe for a moment, but who would have thought that Star Wars was your saving point because the awkwardness disappears as he starts to talk enthusiastically about watching that as a teenager, his memories around it, and the impact it had on the world. Of course, he enjoys Star Wars; now it feels less intimidating.

The conversation runs smoothly and a few hours go by unnoticed, laughing, talking about random aspects of films and how life correlates to them. It felt nice and natural to talk to him, sharing quirky thoughts together and even throwing some jinxes in there. At this point, even though you were still horny, you would have been happy with this night. You notice the wine left in the bottle, so you pour all the remaining content into the glasses and drink it. You feel how this last sip got you more dizzy, and you feel more comfortable with the silence and just look in his eyes with intent. He reflects the lust simply and surely, getting closer to you, placing both hands on your hips, closing the distance between you two while slowly pecking your lips. He feels smooth, his lips perfectly matched over yours. His perfect hands start to move on your body, his fingers pressing harder into your skin. He takes a breath to look at you with big eyes for a second then crashes his lips against yours, his tongue licking your lips eagerly and you grant access, slowly feeling out of breath and dizzy of desire.

The way his tongue dances with yours feels completely like him, balancing between assertiveness and shyness, between wanting to engulf you and protect you. You're having so many emotions in this moment, that it's starts to creep on you that you just met today. I think he senses something is clouding your mind, slowly pulling away from the kiss to look at you, caress your hair with one hand and cup your cheek with the other. The look of understanding he gives to you, brings so much reassurance and makes you take the lead in the following kiss.

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[captainofthedauntless]

Tickles and Tunes

2012 Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: References this song. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Set post S5, pre finale.

Commentary: Sorry for projecting my basic music taste on all of you. It will happen again.

"It was a brilliant solution!"

"Sure, sure," you said, walking into Leo's room. "But let's not act like Ryan had that planned. He's good, but he didn't even know that planet existed-"

"No, of course not." He followed you, taking your coat and bag from your hands and moving to set them on his desk chair. "But he adapted quickly, rolled with the punches. He had it planned by mid-episode."

"That's giving him a whole lot of credit, Leo. Just because you would have figured it out that quickly-"

"You saw his face on the bridge! He was cool as a cucumber. There's no way he didn't have a plan."

You smiled and shook your head, switching on his speaker. "Sure, fearless. Whatever you say."

"You don't agree?"

You glanced back at him with a smug smirk. "Let's just say I know what it looks like when a leader is totally winging it."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, playfully stern.

"It means," you drew out the word, tapping through playlists on your phone, "That I'm an expert on his kind."

"S'that so?"

"It's so."

Music flowed through the room, light and happy, just loud enough to make Leo's already nearly-silent movements truly inaudible. Luckily, you anticipated the way his arms looped around your waist.

What you didn't expect was his hand snaking up and taking your phone to move it to the desk- or him lifting you up a moment later.

"Leo!" You exclaimed as he quickly crossed the room to his bed and deposited you on top of it, prompting a little oof as you landed.

"Tell me, oh wise expert," he grinned over you, "Did you know that would happen?"

"No," you admitted, biting back a laugh and schooling your expression into something serious. "This is new behavior to me. I'll need to study it."

You didn't need to be an expert to catch the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he placed his good knee on the bed and leaned down, boxing you in with his hands on either side of your waist. "You'd better be ready to take notes."

It was times like these that dating a speedy ninja had its disadvantages: by the time your clever retort reached your throat, it dissolved into shocked giggles- he was tickling you.

"Leo, Leo-"

"What, drawing conclusions already?"

"Only that-" you shrieked, squirming backward to try to escape his fingers- "You're clearly- clearly- evil!"

Leonardo laughed. "Interesting conclusion."

"Mercy!" You managed between laughs of your own. "White flag, uncle!"

He relented, stilling his fingers and moving to instead rub up and down your sides affectionately. "Evil doesn't usually respond to 'uncle'."

"Maybe I had more faith in you than I thought," you said breathlessly.

"Doesn't sound very scientific of you."

"It was plenty scientific. I knew from repeated experiments that you're a merciful specimen."

"So, not evil."

"Not evil," you confirmed, "Unless you're tickling me."

"Good to know."

You realized the song playing had ended. or, more accurately, the distinct opening of the next song caught your attention, making you huff out a laugh in exasperation.

"What is it?"

"The song. The timing of it."

The turtle hovering over you paused to listen, eyes shifting towards the speaker. "I don't think I know it."

"Ah." You smiled sheepishly, blood rushing to your face. "It was uh… it's… it's my you song."

That brought his curious eyes back to your own. "Me song?"

You nodded. "Yeah, like… you." With that, you looked away, studying the wraps on his wrist instead of his face. "Always makes me think of you. Has for a long time."

Leo crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and quietly settled down beside you- opposite the speaker.

Feeling his eyes on you, you hid your face in your hands, making him chuckle.

The two of you sat quietly, listening to the song play. You couldn't help feeling exposed; it was like he was reading your diary in the chords of the guitar.

When Leo finally spoke, it was to tease you. "… I don't have hair to-"

"Shhhh."

You heard him laugh again. His hand landed softly on your wrist, gently pulling your hand from your face to intertwine your fingers.

The singer finally reached the chorus, and you studied the cement blocks of the ceiling as the most damning line of the song played.

"Oh, I see."

"Mhm."

"I don't think I've dragged you anywhere head first."

You snorted. "A, you're taking this too literally. B," you turned your head to meet his gaze, "You absolutely have. Missions, obviously- repeatedly, okay- but-" your voice dropped, less confident as you moved out of teasing him and into something more serious- "Dragged me head first into loving you, so."

His smile took on a distinctly bashful note as his grin grew. "I see."

"Oh," you grumbled, looking back at the ceiling, "Shut up."

He did not shut up, but his voice did soften. "I'm not sure I did the dragging."

"I'm sure."

Leo pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, falling silent again to hear the rest of the song.

You could see him bobbing his head out of the corner of your eye, and suspected that if you actually looked you'd find that his grin was replaced by a much calmer smile. You did not look. Instead, you let your eyes slide shut, savoring the way his hand felt against yours.

You wondered how many times you'd listened to this song. How many times had you found yourself flustered by it over the radio? How many times had it been the background music to butterflies in your stomach and heat in your cheeks?

What would the you of listenings past think of this moment?

You almost laughed at the thought. the idea that you and Leonardo would ever be together had been almost forbidden in your own mind: he was the leader, he was a mutant, he was almost certainly not interested.

That last point had been proven incorrect.

Leo's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as the song ended. "It's a good song."

"It's a great song," you corrected, emboldened by your trip down memory lane. You had come a long way, the both of you. "It's- the lyrics always- they fit. but…"

"Hm?" he prompted gently.

Your new-found confidence faded again at the softness in his tone, at the way he rubbed a thumb over your hand. You glanced at him and found yourself feeling sixteen again, shy under his gaze.

To fight it, you screwed your eyes shut again. "It sounds like the feeling I'd get around you," you admitted quietly. "That fluttery feeling. The guitar, that sparkly sound in the background, the way she sounds giddy- especially at the end of each verse, how she like, raises her voice? Like she's excited?"

Silence.

You peeked one eye open to find him staring at you, a bewildered smile on his face. "I love you," he breathed.

You rolled to face him, opening your eyes completely and melting into his mattress. "I love you too."

He scooted forwards, wrapping you in his arms and tossing a knee over your own while pressing a smiley kiss to your forehead. "That was the cutest thing anyone's ever said to me."

You found yourself without a response.

Instead, you wrapped an arm over his shell, bringing your other hand to trace his jaw.

"I should show you my you song some time, huh?"

Your eyebrows shot up and Leo laughed. "You have a me song?"

"What, you think you're the only one that listens to music?"

"No," you huffed, struggling to put your question into words. "But… me?"

You were almost overwhelmed by the answer in his eyes, by how much love was visible- how much was directed at you. "Of course, you," he mumbled, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then, impossibly quiet, "Of course it's you."

Your shriek of laughter echoed through the lair, followed by Leonardo's quieter but no less genuine chuckle, and Raph felt Casey glance at him. "Dude, I can't remember the last time I heard them laugh like that," Casey said quietly. "Didn't know Leo even remembered how."

April hummed from the beanbag chair in front of them. "I think it's nice."

"Nice and loud, maybe," Raph mumbled, his words lacking any real bite. "Can barely hear the TV over all that."

"You should try watching Crognard when Mona's over." Casey threw his voice up into a high pitched squeak. "Oh, mona, you're so cool, I may faint-"

Raphael tossed a pillow at him, satisfied by the whump of it hitting him in the face and knocking him sideways onto the couch. "Shuddup already, will ya?"

April and Casey laughed, and Raph barely managed to bite back his own grin. He wouldn't say it out loud, but it had been nice to hear Leo goofing off- add the mention of his own girlfriend and the delight of hitting Casey with something and you had the start of a great mood.

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Eddie Munson x Secret Metalhead Reader Headcanon ft. your first kiss

Suggested by the lovely @crazygalore 🥰 sorry it took so long I work so much now🙃

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You looked nothing like a typical metalhead: you didn’t wear black, or chains, or pins of your bands. It was something you kept a secret, like this bonus side to your natural personality.

I’m talking pastel skirts, frilly tops, and fluffy pastel sweaters. Your wardrobe was 90% pastels, 5% sequins, and 5% black.

Complete sunshine disposition and everything: you speak to squirrels, birds, any time creature you cross paths with on your way to and from school (which you walk for the sake of speaking to tiny animals)

So, of course, when Eddie had gone to your house for the first time, your room hadn’t been a surprise: decorated with more pastels and sequins and frilly drapes and blankets.

What was a surprise was your little music station. He saw a Tears for Fears tape, a Blondie tape, and then underneath that was the kicker. Neatly hidden away from your parents and other visitors’ wandering eyes there were some familiar tapes, and a couple vinyls hidden away between the wall and your nightstand.

He lets out this loud scream that scares the ever loving shit out of you and makes you drop the textbook you were holding as you turn around to look at him.

“YOU’VE GOT “KILL ‘EM ALL” ON VINYL?!” You blinked rapidly and looked at him and then the vinyl in his hands. “Um… yeah.” You shifted a little.

You didn’t know why you were nervous about Eddie finding out you listened to rock music, you’d been so careful to keep it a secret for so long, and he’d busted you within five seconds of being in your room.

Of course, Eddie didn’t judge, instead he got this excited little kid look on his face as he asked if he could put it on. “We’re supposed to study…. But…. Okay.” The smile on his face had grown three sizes as he rushed over to your record player and put it on.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were having a headbanging contest, sitting criss-cross from one another. Eddie insists he won but you're almost positive it was you.

After a "heated" argument about who won, you fell back on the bed. "So- I've got a question." He turned over on his side once you'd both caught your breath and you repeated the action. "What is it?"

"I know all the stigma around it but.. why hide the fact that you like heavy metal?" He chuckled softly as you shrugged a little. "Partially because of my parents... they would freak out if they saw even one Metallica tape or record, I don't want to imagine what they'd do if they saw a whole collection... other than that im not sure, i mean, im trying to make my highschool experience as easygoing as i possibly can... keeping my head down and blending in is the best way to do that... can't blend in if I'm constantly blabbering about my love for 'Kill 'em All'... I’d like to be more expressive about it but… maybe I’m scared.” You shrugged a little.

No one had ever listened so intently when you spoke. But Eddie… Eddie was completely tuned in, staring directly into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. He seemed to understand where you were coming from. “Well… probably wise you keep it from your parents if they’re as weird about it as you say.” He’d hate for you to get in trouble over something as trivial as music. “As for the school thing… Y’know I guess I get it.. people at school are pretentious… but on the other hand… that goes against.. like everything I stand for so obviously I think you should be a little more open about it at school.”

You considered what he said, it made sense. “You don’t have to constantly talk about it to make your interest known. Of course, you don’t have to say it at all, really. Carry your favorite tapes around, you’d be surprised how relaxed you’ll feel knowing your favorite songs are on hand.” You hummed in thought and nodded slowly, you were pretty loose with your backpack, it would be easy for someone to come across the tapes, and then you could casually mention they were good and not say anything else.

On the outside looking in the idea seemed stupid, why have to carry it at all? But you were tired of pretending to only like Madonna or Michael Jackson, or whoever was popular at the time. So it made sense. You shrugged and nodded. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” You smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna start doing that…”

Eddie nodded and then hummed. “Y’know- you could also… sit with the club at lunch if you Uh… ever need a break from your friends or whatever.” He was trying so hard to sound casual, but there was this hopeful tone in his voice that you found completely endearing. “Tomorrow?” You suggested, which obviously surprised him because his eyes widened and then he smiled widely. “Tomorrow. Cool.”

You smiled and nodded. “Cool.”

“Cool.” “Cool.” you looked at eachother and laughed softly. “Can I ask you something else?” You giggled and nodded. “Sure, why not?”

He nodded and seemed a little more hesitant to ask this question, clearing his throat and taking just a little longer to get it out, but eventually he just nodded and spit the words out. “Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks went bright red and you only hesitated for a second before you nodded. "Yeah." You said softly, smiling at him as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater.

Eddie smiled more and nodded before he sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with a softer smile before he reached up and cupped your cheek with one hand before finally leaning down to press his lips to yours.

You'd kissed guys before, but none of those could even compare to kissing Eddie. He was soft but firm, kept your head still with his hand resting on your jawbone. Rather than shoving his tongue between your lips, he coaxed them open, gave you time to pull back if you didn't want the kiss to go any further.

Instead of tangling and fighting for dominance, he worked his tongue with yours, taking note of all the noises and tiny movements you made, memorizing your reactions whenever his free hand would wander, moving away if it seemed to be too much, tightening and lingering whenever you had a positive reaction.

Kissing Eddie was... exactly like what you would imagine kissing a Greek God like Athena would be like.

Let's just say the next day, and every day after that, your signature seat was right there by Eddie (or quite literally in his lap) instead of over by your slightly snobby friends.

[happysaddca]

Defying Gravity sounds tinny coming from the substandard speakers of your phone, but it doesn't stop your eyes from tearing up as the pixelated blobs of Glinda and Elphaba share their goodbyes and Oz's men storm onto stage to take the women into custody. You sniffle, and the arm wrapped around you tightens with a mechanical whine.

"Are you okay?" Sun's rays brush against your hair before withdrawing, allowing him to press his faceplate against you in a pantomime of a kiss.

You fumble to pause the video, nodding quickly. "Yeah, sorry. It's just a lot, you know?"

"I think so. Elphaba's lost everything, hasn't she?" Sun's faceplate remains in your hair, even when you nod. "It's her lowest moment."

"And her highest." It doesn't sound complete. "I think... maybe the worst part is she loses Glinda here."

"Ah."

When Sun goes quiet like this, you're not sure what to think, listening to the mechanicals working instead. A fan kicks on shortly before you are pulled wholesale into his lap. "Sun?"

"Was just thinking together." You can't see his face like this. His nose presses a hard line against the top of your head. "If we lost each other... or you. What it would feel like."

"That's not going to happen." You are squeezed, but you manage to free your arms enough to squeeze back. "You won't lose Moon, and you're both stuck with me."

"Even when you graduate?"

"Especially when I graduate." The tears are back, if for a different reason now. "I'm not going to leave you both here with nobody to properly take care of you except the DJ."

There's a chuckle that's decidedly more Moon than Sun. "Will you steal us away?"

"Yes," you say without hesitation. "If I have to leave, I will take you with me. The DJ too if I can."

"He'll be hard to hide."

"We'll figure it out." You manage to wriggle in his arms to hug him tightly, his chassis warm from your body heat. "I love you."

"We love you too."

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"You're gonna love this movie. It's based off the musical based off the book that's just fancy fanfiction of The Wizard of Oz." You're tired and you know you smell kind of like lemon and buttercream icing. It'd gotten in your hair and you're not sure you'd gotten it all out, even with Sunny's help. "Sun -- Nova and I would sing it all the time."

"Not Lune?" Sunny sounds amused, helping you set up the pillowfort in his room. You ignore him at first, choosing to crawl inside and check your phone's battery life.

"He would've preferred Beetlejuice if I'm honest." You have to hold yourself close so Sunny can join you in the fort. He's careful to avoid the cushions that make up the walls, withdrawing his rays with an audible click that makes you frown. "Are you okay?"

"Of course. The rays adjust and the one clicks again. He catches your stare and touches over the offending ray, adjusting it slightly. "A kid got scared and grabbed on. It just needs to be put back on the right track."

"Let me see." You ignore his hesitation, making grabby hands until he leans forward. The ray is loose, and it's easy to rock back into place. Sunny still makes a noise when it retracts from your grip with ease. "There. Better?"

"Better."

"Good." You settle against his side, pulling his arm over your shoulder as you open your phone. "Should still get it double checked later."

"Much later. This movie is nearly... three hours long? Are you sure you'll be up by the end?" Teasing you as you yawn. You're tempted to shove him right into the couch, but it'd take too long to rebuild the fort. So you just snuggle into him further, hitting play on the video.

It takes you a minute to realize when Idina Menzil and Kristin Chenowith are in the Emerald City, singing as the ancient wise ones. As actresses pretending to be the ancient wise ones. It's a note Menzil hits, the way that Chenowith speaks with the new Glinda. And the arm wrapped loosely over your shoulder, Sunny comfortable with you in his space, and this isn't the pillow fort in Ohio.

You blink back a tear and refocus on Elphaba and Glinda's journey into Oz's room, the massive mask, the... is that the life finds a way guy from Jurassic Park? His sleight of hand is so obvious, but you realize it's supposed to be. The audience knows he's a shame, but it's a distraction from the thoughts lingering in the back of your head.

And then Cynthia Erivo sings. "Something has changed within me--"

"Hey -- hey, are you okay?"

The phone's not in your hands anymore, held lightly in oversized yellow fingers with the accompanying stylus pressed lightly into the screen. Sunny's other hand is pressed against your cheek, pulling you up to face him. You can't really make out what he's looking at exactly. You blink hard instead, pulling away and rubbing at your eyes.

"I'm... I'm o... Oh." You have to rub harder, willing the tears to go away. But they won't stop; they just overwhelm in a way that's not happened since you first saw Sunny's face. You drop your head, hiding your face even if you can't muffle the soft, snotty sounds of your sobs without also losing the ability to breathe. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." Sunny pulls you into his arms, and you have to duck your chin to avoid smearing his poor ruffle with your gross bodily fluids.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into his chest, the painted metal fogging under your breath."

"It's okay." He responds each time you apologize with same the quiet patience he gives a child who has scraped their knee. And it works, or maybe you're just worn out from work and from grief and from the chronic pan that's mirrored in the off-kilter spin in Sunny's fans. A spin that you've only noticed from listening to the Attendant's internal functions for years.

Your Attendant. Your Sun, Nova, and Moon -- Lune.

You sag in Sunny's arms, flinching when a finger brushes against your false eye. "Should we finish the movie?"

"We'd actually gotten to the end. Do Elphaba and Galinda ever see each other again?" When you lift your head, Sunny returns to cupping your cheek. His rays are partially retracted, and his concern is palpable. For you? No... no, he's used to this by now.

"They... they do." You smile as his touch softens on your face. "Yeah, they do. Do you want to hear the rest of the songs?"

The click-cluck of Sunny's fan answers for him, and you can't help but giggle. "Okay. Gimme the phone. I got some good animatics downloaded in one of those old folders."

You settle back into Sunny's side, taking a breath as you dig into your old email's drive. It takes a minute, but Sunny's arm returns across your shoulders. You rub at the scars under your false eye. Just a phantom itch. You can't actually feel anything there anymore.

[akihabaradivision]

Criss's Thoughts on Obihiro Division

Hisoka Tetsumasu

"Hisoka-san's ranch? Oh, it's definitely on my list of places to explore! I mean, with all the history he has, there's got to be some kind of supernatural energy there, right? Horses are such spiritual creatures too; they have this wise look, like they've seen things we can't even imagine. I haven't had the chance to sneak onto the ranch yet, but believe me, it's tempting. I've heard stories about places where animals live being crossroads for spirits, and I'm curious if Hisoka-san's ranch is one of those places."

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were spirits lingering around, maybe even watching over the horses. It would be fascinating to investigate and see if there's any truth to the tales. Plus, I think it would be pretty cool to meet Hisoka-san in person. Despite his past, I bet he has some interesting stories to tell. And who knows? Maybe the spirits are drawn to the place because of him. It's all speculation at this point, but I’m eager to find out more. Ghosts or no ghosts, Hisoka's ranch is definitely a place where the veil between worlds feels thin."

Daiki Kamiyama

"Daiki-kun's superhero antics are totally cool! I mean, who doesn't love a bit of mystery and adventure under the cover of night? We've bumped into each other a few times while I'm out on my paranormal investigations, and let me tell you, it's always a blast when he's around. His enthusiasm for superheroes and doing good is just infectious. I think it's awesome that he's trying to make a difference, even in his own unique way."

"We've explored a couple of spooky spots together, and Daiki-kun's bravery really shines through. It's like he's in his element, you know? I can't help but admire his dedication to his hero persona. Sure, it might be a little risky, but life's too short to not chase after what you believe in. Plus, having a 'superhero' by your side when you're chasing ghosts? That's just epic! I'd say we make a pretty great team when it comes to exploring the unknown!"

Jack Verrill

"Jack-san is like a character straight out of a manga! The stoic butler with a mysterious air about him—it's just like something you'd read in a story, and I find it pretty amusing! Whenever I'm hanging out with Daiki-kun and Jack-san is there, I can't resist teasing him a bit. I’ll sometimes just throw out a classic line like, 'The butler did it!' when we're talking about mysteries. He usually just gives me this look that's a mix of exasperation and amusement, which only makes it funnier!"

"Honestly, I think Jack-san's presence adds a whole layer of intrigue to any situation. He's got this vibe that he knows more than he lets on, and I respect that. It's clear he cares a lot about Daiki-kun, and his dedication to his role is something you don’t see every day. But I do wonder what secrets he's keeping. With someone like him, you just know there's a wealth of stories behind those quiet eyes. Maybe one day, he'll share some of them with us. Until then, I'll keep enjoying the mystery that is Jack-san, the enigmatic butler. Because, after all, he is just... one hell of a butler." Criss giggles to herself.

Veiled Vanguard

"I like these guys! They're an interesting bunch! I've hung out with them a few times, and it's always an adventure! Hisoka-san's ranch has this mysterious vibe that's just so captivating, and Daiki-kun's enthusiasm for heroics is super contagious. Even Jack-san, with his stoic butler act, has a certain charm. They're like characters from the paranormal fanfics online come to life, and I love that!"

"When it comes to facing them in the Division Rap Battle, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit torn. On one hand, it's going to be epic. But on the other, I've gotten to know them, and they’re not just opponents; they're friends too. It's going to be tough to go against them, but that's the nature of the game, right? We all want to win, but more than that, we want to share our stories, our music, and our hearts. So, no matter what happens, I'll give it my all and hope that our friendship can withstand the competition."

[skzhocomments]

THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 4 - The party and the after party

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Chapter 4 - The party and the after party

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"This will sting for a bit."

"So you're implanting the mic and a tracking device under my skin?" I asked Seungmin.

"That's right. We don't know what they'll do to you once you get kidnapped, so it's safer to do it like this instead of having a normal microphone. Now, can you take that off?" he replied, pointing at my blouse.

"Damn, Sky, I didn't know you were so straight forward. If you wanted me naked you could've said so!" I joked, making the younger roll his eyes.

The equipment SKZ Mafia had was pretty impressive. The devices Seungmin was going to implant were no bigger than 1cm, and he made such a subtle incision that I barely felt it.

"Hey, can I talk to you privately?" Chan entered the room and looked into my eyes.

"I'll leave you two, then." Seungmin nodded.

"I just wanted to talk for a bit before we head out... We don't know what is going to happen to you. They will probably spike your drink, which you have to drink. They could even rape-"

"It'll be okay. Just come in time, and nothing bad will happen." I replied confidently.

"... Just try and be safe. Cautious. Okay?"

I don't know what it was that made me trust Chan to come "rescue" me. Maybe it was the fact that he chose to spare my life, offering me a way out of my former Mafia.

But would it be wise to keep trusting him?

~

I made sure to wear the shortest leather skirt one could buy and a matching crop top, topped with a small leather jacket that would fit just right with Chan's outfit.

"Here comes the slut." Hyo said, rolling her eyes as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

"The best there is." I winked at her, making her more annoyed, if that was even possible.

"Don't listen to her. You look amazing, Emilia." Jeongin complimented me reassuringly, looking me up and down.

"Thanks Foxie." I smiled, noticing Chan entering the room out of the corner of my eye.

"Ready? Time to go, then. The sooner we finish this, the better." He gestured at me, and we left, riding a motorcycle together.

~

The wind was blowing through my hair, and Chan's speed made me hang on to his waist tightly.

I loved the way his body felt under my touch. Despite not wanting to, I felt these butterflies the first time I touched him as well, and frankly, I was scared of it.

The motorcycle came to a halt when we reached a red light.

"I don't understand why Hyo's such a bitch to me." I complained.

"Eh, she'll warm up to you in no time. She's a nice girl, you'll see."

"You keep saying that, but... I don't know, Chan, I just have this bad feeling when it comes to her..."

"Stop that. I know she's been mean to you, but she's very important to me and to the group. Even if she's younger, she's still a senior when it comes to our mafia, so please try to respect her, mkay?"

For some reason, Chan's words stung more than they should've, and the knot I had in my stomach about Hyo only became tighter.

~

Club 64 was very loud and crowded. The music was blasting, hurting my ears and reminding me of why I've never liked clubs.

As soon as we made our way inside, me and Chan started dancing, grinding on each other like there was no tomorrow.

The plan was to make it obvious to everyone that we are together, so that's how we spent our first 30 minutes: dancing, kissing, and sharing small intimate moments in between the sensual songs. I knew we were attracting all the right attention; we were quite literally a power couple.

Then, just as planned, Chan made his way towards the men's room, and I started flirting with random strangers.

I found a victim quite easily, and he gave into my advances quickly. Not to brag, but I am pretty damn good looking. The short skirt also helps, I'm sure.

Again, just as planned, Chan returned from the bathroom and noticed me grinding on another guy. With a furious expression, he stormed to us and grabbed my wrist, screaming obscenities at me. Things such as: how could I cheat on him, he was only gone for 10 minutes and I'm whoring around with a random guy etc. You name it. The classical.

He was a good actor.

And I was, too.

I started sobbing, begging him to forgive me, telling him it would never happen again, that I was just waiting for him to come back, but he was having none of it. He shoved me aside and left me behind.

Stage 1, completed.

~

Seemingly heartbroken, with tears in the corners of my eyes, I headed towards the bar and pouted.

"Such a pretty young lady shouldn't be so sad." A man said, sitting down next to me and caressing the small of my back.

I raised my head and looked at him. His hair was sleazy and brushed back, and the grin on his face looked way too forced.

Is this him? I wondered, and started feeding this stranger my sob break-up story. He was eating it up like a warm pancake on a rainy morning.

"It's just... I can't believe my boyfriend left me here. I can't help checking people out and wanting to play with them a little while at the club! I mean, that's why we came, you know?"

"He doesn't know what he's missing out on! Besides, you're right, a little fun can hurt nobody, right?"

"That's what I'm saying!" I exclaimed and sighed loudly.

"How about you let me get you a drink? I guarantee that you will definitely feel better afterwards." He winked.

"Cheers to that!" I grinned, and soon enough, a glass of some bitter liquid was placed in front of me.

We chatted for a bit while I drank it, but it was becoming more and more difficult to comprehend his words, his hand on my thigh getting heavier.

~

What the heck is this?

I opened my eyes slowly to a completely dark room, my head pounding with pain.

How long was I out for?

Without intending to, I let out a groan.

"Are... are you okay?" a small, trembling voice spoke behind me.

"Fuck... where are we?" I asked.

"I... We... don't know..." The girl started sobbing quietly.

"Shhhh." Another tried to silence her. "We should stop talking. He will come here again if he hears us." She continued, in a loud whisper.

"How many of you are here? And who is he?"

Just as I asked this, the light turned on, blinding me in the process. The door opened shortly after, revealing an unknown man wearing a three-piece suit.

"Here they are!" he smirked cunningly. "My baby dolls! How are you feeling today?" he said cheerfully, walking around the room and looking at us.

My eyes were quick to adjust to the new source of light in the ceiling that gave me the perfect chance to look around the room. I didn't realise how cramped up we were. The room wasn't big, it was completely white and had no furniture at all.

2, 4, 6, 8, 10

I started counting the tied-up girls in my head

12, 14, 16, 18

And, of course, me.

Stage 2, completed. Now I just have to let SKZ know.

"What the fuck is this?!" The man winced in disgust, looking down at one of the girls. "How dare you make this mess here, you fucking bitch?!" He shouted, making me turn my eyes to him.

I quickly identified the source of his repugnance: the girl's white gown was growing red from what I assumed was her period.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir! Please forgive me!" she cried but was soon silenced by a loud slap across the face.

She started sobbing louder after registering what had happened, and he continued kicking her with his foot until she could no longer make any sounds.

My vision got clouded with rage, but there was nothing I could do. My hands were tied, literally.

Observing the other girls carefully, I noticed how none of them seemed surprised by his sudden outburst. Not only that, but also most of them had some sort of mark, either around their eyes, a busted lip, or bruises on their arms and legs.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the man walked slowly towards me between the girls on the floor when he was done throwing his tantrum.

"You must be the new addition I was told about. How cute." He grabbed on my clothes and forced me to stay on my knees. Bending down towards my face, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, examining me attentively.

Up-close, I could notice a small tattoo of two crossed knives on his neck.

What an ugly tattoo, I thought and stifled in a laugh.

He was inspecting my whole face, until he brushed his thumb on my lips.

"You're a good one. Beautiful. I might just keep you for myself. But I bet you'd bring some good money in, don't you think, sweetheart?"

Who did this bastard think he is?

"Look at you, being all obedient and not saying anything. Acting better than the other bitches here, aren't you? They just kept crying and crying and crying! Blah, blah, blah! Annoying as fuck! But you? Damn, maybe I should really keep you. I would treat you so well, just like a princess." He smirked.

Me? Obedient? Tsch.

I let a smirk escape and then spit at his face.

His expression changed instantly to what could only be explained as pure rage. He stayed silent for a bit, probably contemplating on what he's going to do with me.

"Cat got your tongue?" I mocked him, feeling slightly amused by his sudden silence.

He was quick to react to that one though, as his right hand flew full force towards my left cheek in just a second.

I can't lie and say that the impact didn't hurt. It did. And it kept stinging as blood was forming inside of my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch. What, you've seen I was nicer to you and decided to try your luck?!" he shouted, his anger rising by the minute.

But since I was such a bitch, I couldn't help it but play with his ego for a bit longer.

"Ooh, look at you! Such a respectable man!" I smirked. "Can't get no bitches unless you tie them up in your pretty playroom? All 19 of us, too."

Stage 3, completed. SKZ, please hurry.

The man hit me again, making me wince in pain. However, I kept my signature smirk and continued egging him on, hoping to at least divert his attention for good from the other girls in the room.

"You can keep hitting me all you want. Just imagine how sad this sight is. The only way for you to make anyone listen is when you beat them up. Especially an innocent girl such as myself. You're the man, really."

He wrapped his hands around my throat and pushed me on the floor, strangling me, but in response I let out a giggle, muffled up by coughing up some of the blood in my mouth.

This show seemed to last a bit too long, though, which got me impatient. Where was SKZ?

The feeling of dread started washing over me as a cruel thought crossed my mind: What if I would be betrayed again?

Were they going to come at all?

"You can't fucking shut that pretty mouth of yours up, can you? I'm gonna shut you up for good, slut."

"You're a sick bastard." I blurted out the first insult that crossed my mind. Pretty weak one, I know, but can you blame me in that situation?

His grip on my neck was getting tighter and as I was struggling to breathe, my head was starting to feel light.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the room became dark.

"Just so you know, I'm not done with you, bitch."

He let go of me for a brief second and shoved a flask in my mouth, forcing a bitter liquid down my throat, before getting off of me.

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Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

[woodchipp]

In relation to the OMORI rewrite, what if RW fights had completely different combat systems and mechanics to emphasize the disorientation of coming back to reality? I was thinking of everything becoming time based and you had to suddenly have good reflexes otherwise Aubrey would smash your head in/ you get beaten to death, and instead of there being music at all for fights it would just be birds chirping bc you're in the real world so you don't get music idk

It would be a major difficulty spike and probably would make people rage-quit the game though

I'm not entirely sure what to do about multiple people in combat (is your only true RW battle partner Kel? I kinda forgot), or if you die. Maybe they'd passively deal damage (you can't control them like in HS), and if you aren't careful you can deal friendly fire damage to them? Friendly fire could possibly be handled if you attack while a friend is attacking (You'd be able to see them from the sides of your vision). If/when you die (to Aubrey's bat or something idk), maybe you have to reload the save instead of continuing like nothing happened.

Hmm, battling with a knife could possibly have a bleeding mechanic where the more you attack the faster the opponent is defeated (passed out or surrendering)

If Kel ends up taking your knife away, your attack becomes trash and attacking inflicts recoil damage since your knuckles get hurt punching people lol. (What if you could actually pick up things that would be weapons? Like a stick or something. Maybe you could chuck rocks lol)

The "RW" fights (recycultists) would have the HS mechanics since Sunny is imagining that

I think it could look something like this? I'm not entirely sure. There would probably be 2 or so frames of animation for each character when doing things like attacking or getting hit. Emotions and their effects wouldn't exist (why would you be feeling emotions in a fistfight beyond fear and rage, much less happiness)

This looks really overwhelming oml hopefully it's coherent at all

This is hardly a thoroughly thought out combat system but I had this idea for a bit (sorry my handwriting is crap)

This is so interesting! I like the idea of Sunny weaponizing everything in his immediate proximity and I really like the idea of a Game Over in the real world booting you back to the title screen

Personally (and rather ironically), I think it would've been interesting if the town's gameplay was built to strongly discourage combat instead - Sunny is anemic, after all, and realism-wise, that'd translate into him having a single hitpoint to his name lol. The closest thing to this idea I can think of is Disco Elysium's "checks" (which would also give Sunny a personality by giving you dialogue options to choose), but that's not quite it.

Perhaps Sunny spends the first day getting into shape before any real fighting can happen and he has more than a single HP? In that case, I can see your idea of a combat system being used :D

[human-monodam]

Monodam vs Achlys Part 4: Family Dinner

*Monodam comes to, looking up at the ceiling. He looks to the side, trying to figure out where he was as he spots a table with a plate of food on it. It smells familiar. It smelt like a delicious shark roast that his mother would sometimes make for everyone. Looking around more, he realizes that he was laying in a comfy bed. He was confused. He climbs out of bed, trying to get his bearings. He looks around, confused by what was going on. And then, someone comes into the room, causing Monodam to get into a defensive stance. He looked surprised by the one he was looking at.*

"Ah. Monodam. You're up. That's such a relief. If you would like, you can join the rest of us in the dining hall down stairs."

Monodam: "Auntie.....Shiro....." *Shiro smiles and gently rubs Monodam's head before leaving. Monodam was....confused. What's going on? This has to be another one of Achlys's tricks. Monodam looks at the food in question and carefully examines it. He sniffs it(It smells good), scans it(He detects no poison or anything bad in the food), and now....tastes it a piece of it. It.....It tastes good. It tastes exactly like how Motherkuma makes it. He couldn't believe it. But, why? After giving it some thought, Monodam takes the food and starts heading out of the room. He follows a string of arrows pointing him towards the dining hall. When he gets there, he finds Motherkuma, Monosuke, Monotaro, Monokid, and Shirokuma enjoying a small discuss amongst themselves.*

"I don't know, Kid. AI music is nice, to an extent, but I think it's bad for to be reliant on it."

"That's what I fucking told him, but no! He looked at me like I was fuckign crazy! The fucking morons looked at me like I had a screw loose! I'm a musician too, man! The fuck did I do wrong!?"

"Maybe if you didn't shout as much, they'd listen."

"I'll shout however I fucking want, Taro! No one's going to tell Monokid how music should be made!" *They hear footsteps and looks in the direction of the noise.*

"Monodam! It's so good to see you!" *Motherkuma gets out of her seat and walks over to Monodam, hugging him.* "Come, sit with us. We were just having a engaging conversation about what kind of music is better."

"See, Taro said that he liked AI music, but Kid said to appreciate actual music made by real musicians. What do you think?" *Monodam was quiet. He sat down at the table, unsure of what to say. He just....looks at everyone in great confusion. Without knowing how to answer the question, all he could do is shrug.* "Not sure about either, huh?"

"Heh. I guess that's understandable. Everyone has their own views and tastes in music."

"Wow. You calmed down quick."

"Because Dam's not as much of a wise-ass as you, Taro." *Monotaro just chuckles.*

"Ok, let's leave the musical tastes for another time. Now why don't we talk about our newly arrived guest here?" *Monodam points to himself, wondering who Suke was talking about.* "Who else, little bro?"

"You know, I am curious about hearing about your day, Monodam. You've never talked to us about how you were feeling, so maybe it couldn't hurt." *Monodam was silent. he looked the other way.*

"Hey, Dam." *Monodam looks at Monokid.* "I know that I'm the last guy you'd want to hear this from, but....we're here for you, you know? We're family. Sure, we never got along in the past and shit and you got a lot of valid reasons not to like us or trust us. But we're here for you. If you got something to say, then let it out. We may not be Kokichi, but family is just as good isn't it?" *Kid pats Monodam's should. Monodam starts to tremble.*

"It's ok if you don't want to talk about it, dear. We're just giving you the chance to do so. If you don't want to talk about it with all of us, then with just me, if you want, should be al-"

"It's been awful....." *Everyone looks at Monodam, listening to him speak.* "So many things.....keeps going wrong for me lately.....Incubus is in an worser state than I ever imagined, God's working with that evil L and even Junko, Neko's heartbroken after Shuichi disappeared on him after Monokuma's death, I got into a fight with Nanokuma, I got kicked out of my home, that Achlys guy keeps messing with me, my head hurts, my heart is aching, everything's....*Sniffles* everything's going wrong....and I don't know what to do to fix it anymore...." *Monodam breaks down into sobs. The weight of everything is finally taking a toll on the poor cub. Motherkuma and Shirokuma walks over to him and hugs him while Suke, Kid, and Taro sat there, simply allowing Monodam to cry his heart out.* "Everything hurts......so much right now.....All I ever wanted in life......was to have friends....and for everyone to just get along......*Sobs more.*"

"You know, I've been wondering about that. Why did you want everyone to get along?"

"Wasn't it because of how he was programmed that way when he was first built?"

"No. I remember seeing him being made last. Sure, it's in bits and pieces and I might be wrong, but the whole 'wanting everyone to get along' thing wasn't inbedded in his core programming. At least, not at the time. Back then, his personality was just....robot. A blank slate with hardly anything to make him stand out, aside from appearance. At least K1-B0 had a personality to start with. Monodam hardly had anything to make his own."

"Seriously? Monodam, what's up with that? What made you want everyone to get along?"

"I....*Sniffles*...I don't know...I....I can't remember the reasons why......I just....I just do....."

"Monodam......"

"Hmmm. Maybe if you remembered the source of your desire for friendship and harmony, maybe we can work from there and help you fix your problems."

Achlys's voice: "I can help with that." *Monodma jumps back, getting into a defensive fighting stance as a door appears in the wall.* "If you wish to remember, enter through this door and the pieces should be able to return bit by bit. But only if you're willing, Monodam."

"Why the hell should I believe you!? All you've done is hurt me and my family!"

"Monodam. Go through the door."

"M-Mom? What are you-?"

"He's nothing like Junko. I promise you that he isn't. Trust me, dear. It'll hurt, but you'll feel like a new you by the end."

"And if things start to get out of hand, we'll be sure to let him know."

"We got your back, little brother."

"Everything's going to work out fine."

"You can do it, Monodam! You're tougher than you think!" *Monodam looked hesitant but he comes around and decides to go through the door. He looks back at his mother, auntie, and brothers, all giving him a thumbs up. Monodam takes a deep breath and heads into the door, falling into the abyss.*

Achlys's voice: "Wise choice. Now.....allow me to show you something really important. Something that'll show you the flaws of your logic. I will show you....his memories." *Monodam falls deeper and deeper into the abyss. Before long, the images start to play out before his eyes.*

[bellafragolina]

tis' i, the wanderer!reader drabbler anon! i come back with another additional part to continue where i left off a few months back! i hope it suits your fancy! enjoy!

For the first time during his time here, Ingo felt a weird *ache* in his heart as you escorted him to the pearl settlement, but it wasn't the "I am stuck in a foreign land with no memory of what my past was" kind of ache.. Okay, maybe it's a *bit* of that, but it is more of the "The person whom I wish to confess my feelings to is slipping through my fingers and I will probably never see them again" kind of ache. As Ingo could only do as much as hold onto you for warmth, you only looked at him a bit funny as he walked closer to you.

To you, Ingo was walking by your side like a baby Gligar who only recently learned how to walk. It was a bit adorable, you couldn't say it wasn't. Although you viewed as more of a wise choice, as Arcanine would've chewed the mountain madman's hands off if he ever got so much as *close* to the Legendary Pokemon's space.

Ingo eventually paused as you three were about to approach the settlement, looking at you directly with that thousand-yard-stare of his.

"Uh, pardon me for the emergency stop, my passenger! I know we are about to reach our final destination, but can I ask you one last question?" Ingo politely asked as he fidgeted with his hands behind his back. He stood out in the snowy background like a Sealeo in a freshwater environment while doing so.

"Oh. Uh, sure. Go ahead." You responded back in return, still a bit confused by the whole usage of terms like "passanger" and whatnot. You could only hope your descendants will have that train stuff figured out before you do.

"While I don't wish to delay your future arrivals to your next destinations, I was wondering if you'd stay with-" Ingo said, just as he was cut off by a greeting from behind you.

"Oh, Y/N!" The voice sounded like it belonged to a woman, one that is relatively young. As you turn around, you find out that it is none other than Lady Irida, leader of the pearl settlement. She was wearing her usual outfit, one that had Ingo completely confused as to how she wasn't freezing in such a weather. Ingo was wearing long clothes for the way over, and he's the one that's shivering already.

"Pleasure to see you! If you're here for supplies, we'll have them ready for you in a bit! Oh, it seems like you brought a guest with you!" Irida said ecstatically as she approached you and Ingo, keeping eye contact with you AND the train man.

"Good to see you too, Lady Irida. I will grab the supplies later. And I would like you to meet my.. acquaintance, Ingo." You said calmly as you bowed in respect and introduced Ingo to her, as he bowed in respect as well without saying much of a word.

Ingo may have been silent during that whole ordeal, but he is conflicted about you even more in his own mind. Not only are you kind and considerate, but you have respect and mannerisms? Oh, the inevitable depart between the two of you will sting his heart like a sneasl's poison even more, he is sure of that. It's a good thing he is good at masking it behind his resting face, otherwise it would've been a dead giveaway for sure.

"So, what can I do for you two while you are here?" Irida asked nonchalantly, snapping Ingo from the weird trance he seemingly stuck himself in.

"Actually, Lady Irida, I would like to talk with you about something in private, if you will." You asked her in your usual calm tone. Oh, it was like music to Ingo's cold ears.

"Oh, of course! What is it?"

"Let's talk about it over there." As the three of you began walking to the designated spot, you turned around and told Ingo that he should stay put as the matters were 'private', just like you said.

Normally, Ingo wouldn't take orders from anyone. He's an independent subway leader, dammit! But that was just a weird memory he has no idea of or collection of having, so now he's just "Weird Guy Who Was Found Near A Mountain" Ingo, and he stayed as you asked him to do so. But fortunately for him, he was gonna sneakily follow you and Irida and find out what the topic was about. As you were far enough for you to not notice him, Ingo made his move, making sure to be as stealthy as a Duskull on a pitch black night.

Ingo stayed outside the tent he saw you and Irida walk into, and eavesdropped in order to see what you two were talking about, as he started hearing the conversation from inside.

"I take it that it's about your acquaintance, Ingo?" Irida said, skipping straight to the point.

"Yes. As you noticed, he doesn't really like he's.. from around here, does he." You said, in that heavenly tone of voice. While Ingo was gonna comment about what you said about the clothes, he *did* know that he stood out a bit differently compared to you and other possible hisui folks. He was not from around here, and he knew it.

"Well, his clothes don't have either the Pearl Clan or the Diamond Clan symbols on them.. Can't be Gingko as well, since he doesn't look like a merchant.." Irida speculated, as Ingo's entire existence confused her just as much as it confused you.

"Well, this is why I am here with him. I remembered you saying that I can bring any helpless folks to the Pearl Clan for them to recover while I was on my travels, right? I found Ingo near Mt. Coronet, simply standing there until he noticed me and decided to follow me around. He said he simply woke up there, with no memory how. He was lucky enough to not get attacked by any Alphas by accident.. I was wondering if you are alright with him being here, basically." You quickly explained your situation to Irida, and she seemed more understanding than you hoped for, as Ingo only scorned the plan as it only reminded him of how he will never see you again after this. Oh, the horror!

"Oh, no issue at all! We have plenty of room at the settlement, if that's what's getting you worried! We'll make sure Ingo fits right in!" Irida gladly exclaimed, as Ingo could only hope that, maybe, you'll change your mind and let him stay with you.

"Thank you. Actually, I believe I'll be staying here for a few days, mainly to recover from my wanderings. Besides resupplying, I need to make sure that Arcanine and Magnemite are alright. I hope I am not overstepping any boundaries." You told your situation to Irida, and she seemed just as happy to help you out.

You may not know it, but Ingo is absolutely giddy right now. You won't leave so soon? You'll stay, right here, with him? Oh, what a joyous occasion! Ingo was so happy, that he could just yell "BRAVO!" to Hisui Above and receive the echo back.

To which, he did. Only to to regret it later, as he turned around to see you and Irida, looking half confused and half angry. Whoops. Looks like the mountain madman is gonna have to explain himself.

Yessssssss continuation hell yesssssssssssss

Ingo is so happy!!! He’s attached! Of course he is when they’re the first person he’s met since he woke up with no memories but his name.

I love this so very much!!! Thank you for continuing it!!

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Stray Kids - Dating Lee Felix - Fluff Headcanons 🥭

Love language: TOUCH ALL THE WAY!!! He would love to scare you by a from behind bear hug out of nowhere. He'd like to be making as much physical contact with you as possible, like holding your hand in a line, wrapping his arm around you, or even just a good ol' fashioned cuddle sesh.

He'd 100% write songs for you and about you. He'd be a little bit shy when showing you because the songs would be very vulnerable, but just show him support and he'll open up more about those sweet romantic things.

DANCING!!!! Felix would be the type to try to embarrass you by dancing in public to whatever music the mall is playing, but you'll find it so adorable that you couldn't even be mad at him.

Follow up to the previous one, on a very romantic date, he would like to do some formal ballroom style dancing with you. If you were a little bit nervous at first- because come on. He's so hot and right there in front of you, so close. He would guide you until you got more comfortable.

Gift wise, he would appreciate and like to give you more sentimental things than expensive things, which is great because I doubt any of you guys' reading are millionaires. He'd like to make you gifts instead of buying them, because you can't put a price on love. (Corny I know I know)

He'd be pretty quick to introduce you to the group, but very hesitant to introduce you to the public. He probably wouldn't at all for your own safety, because we all know how toxic some fans can be about idols dating. He really cares about you and doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, so he'd be really good about protecting your privacy.

After a fight, he would at first avoid the topic in case you were mad because he would be worried that you'd leave him. However, after some time he'd approach you and apologize, and would treat you to something afterwards so you would know that he cares and that he wants to give you the time of day.

You guys would have to move around a lot for tours and offers. He would have a lot of fun treating you to exotic restaurants and finding underground tourist attractions. If you're the type who doesn't like to travel, he'd make sure to check in on you often, despite his busy schedule so that you wouldn't feel neglected or get lonely.

Jealousy isn't really a problem for Felix. He sometimes will get jealous if you're giving a lot of attention to another guy, but he trusts that you'll be loyal to him, so he normally will just laugh it off. Under worst circumstances, he would probably wrap his arm around you, as to "claim what's his".

For dates, they would be SO chaotic. Like trespassing on a random playground and just running around like idiots or going on a snack raid to target super late at night. There would be maybe one or two moments of calm, but calm is boring, and Felix is fun!

That pretty much concludes the headcanons for Felix. This is my first time writing for real people, so let me know if you guys (my single viewer o.O) would like to see more of this! I loved writing this, and my commissions are (almost) always open, so don't be afraid to send any requests!

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