#oc-insert

[that-hazbin]

I love making Isekai OC-inserts y'all haven't even met my final form of cringe.

Me making teenaged OC-insert who immediately has a problem with Vox, with only a little bit of Hazbin knowledge, and deciding "oh that radio guy hates him too right? I'mma go team up with him he can't be THAT bad if he hates the mind-control freak" only to not be able to find said Radio Guy because he literally disappears off the face of hell and continues to be gone for the next SEVEN YEARS. Only to show back up at a fucking HOTEL???? Like they knew it was called Hazbin Hotel but like, that shit was called the Happy Hotel literally TWO DAYS AGO THE FUCK—

And now they're salty because they've been slowly working their way up to overlord status to take this fucker down, and now the ONE ALLY they wanted miraculously shows up AFTER they've done all the work??

Bursting through the hotel doors to screech "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!" at The Radio Demon was probably not a smart move but they're pissed, okay?

Alastor's just confused. And a little amused, but mostly confused.

[wiltyard]

perseverance at its worst | undertale

masterlist Prologue, [You are here], 02 pairings: Sans x Reader warning/s: n/a a/n: LOTS of references, hi its been 3 years since i touched this fic

"Sena?" A small voice asked. Feeling small hands on her arm, and a wet face burying into her arm too. "When are you…When are you gonna wake up? I– I miss you. Please, wake up. I want to talk to you again. Even if you don't talk much. Please. Please."

...

" Y o u ' r e   n o t   w a r m a n y m o r e . "

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Sena’s eyes shot wide-open; the pale-yellow ceiling was the first thing she saw. She felt surprisingly well rested. Even though she still felt like an airplane ran her over after getting hit by a truck, she felt relatively ‘fine’ as most people would say. 

She sits up, wincing, her hand quickly finding its way to her head when she felt a sharp pain, once it faded she began looking around, her eyes scanning the room, looking for at least the slightest hint of anything that would tell her where she is.

All she knew was that she seemed to be in a shared room. Two twin beds on both sides. The side she resided at was decorated with photos, stickers and posters of constellations on the wall that reached up to the ceiling. With furniture such as a nightstand with a framed picture of a blue bone (?) along with a lamp, a dresser, a desk with a computer on it, and shelves stocked with pictures of people along with trophies and certificates. The other side of the room was almost identical to the side she was in, only that it was more so empty. 

Seemed like it’s been a long time since anyone ever used that side of the room. Dust particles resting on the surfaces of all the furniture were key evidences, but the bed seemed to have been used, perhaps someone watched her? Her eyes found its way on top of the dresser, her clothes folded neatly along with her gear placed right next to it. Except… where are the knives?

She felt her cheeks warm without her permission when she realized that someone must’ve changed her clothes and seen her in that vulnerable position. With her line of work, you’d think she’d be more or less numb to it, always getting hurt and getting sent to the clinic, but she still did not like the idea of someone seeing her like that.

She looks down, seeing the baggy worn down t-shirt, it was old, but very comfortable. Her head snapped back towards the pile of clothes−realizing that her pants was there as well, she frantically pulled the covers up, looking at her legs−she felt herself relax slightly, thank god, she still had a pair of boxers on? Her eyes trailed over to her wounds, realizing they all have been patched up, ones that already healed weren’t bandaged but had been cleaned.

Examining her arms, they were bandaged as well, with a few ban-aids here and there. By this point, questions began to swirl in her head. Where is she? Why is she here? Who changed her clothes? Who took her in? Who patched her up? Her eyes widened, realized who she should be worrying about the most−where’s the kid?! 

She struggled to move, but eventually got off the bed, almost tripping when she tried to walk but still managed to catch herself. Using anything she could get a hold of as support, she eventually made it to the door. Her anxiety spiking as worry filled her soul as she turned the doorknob. Opening the door, its quiet creaks filled the air, and then a click when she closed the door behind her.

Once she exited the room to the hallway, she took note that the house was quite large. Probably larger than she thinks it is. Scanning the area, doors notably reached to the end of the long hallway. In the middle of it was a staircase down. Now, she didn’t know where to go next, it would take a while for her to go through all the rooms, but it was for the kid. She made the choice to check the rooms first—

“Help!” A voice screeched from downstairs. Sena’s eyes widened in alarm. It sounded like it belonged to a kid, like it belonged to him. She took off running, the sound of her bare feet thumping rapidly against the ceramic floor echoed in the hallway, no doubt throughout the house as well with how hard she ran.

Ignoring the sharp stabs of pain on multiple parts of her body, she pushed through, the only thing on her mind was to make sure he was okay. She didn’t care about herself. It’s all about him to her. Even if it meant risking her life. 

The staircase was carpeted, so it wouldn’t matter that much if she tripped on the way down, resulting in her carelessly running down the stairs. Amazingly, she didn’t trip once as she reached the next floor down. Another hallway, another set of stairs leading down, but there was a room before her that was open to the hallway, a living room that was connected to a kitchen with a simple doorway.

The moment she ran through, all eyes were on her. Well...eye-sockets more specifically. Whatever they were doing, watching T.V., reading a book, solving a puzzle, or playing a board-game, they stopped, just to look at her. The expression on their faces was more of shock rather than confusion.

How many people were there? Two, three—no, five, there were five people here. She knew there might be more, with how big the place was. It wouldn’t make sense if there were only five people residing in such a huge house.

Sena was pissed once she realized she couldn’t see the kid anywhere, the blank look on her face changed into a scowl, glaring daggers at the skeleton closest to her. The skeleton man started to look visibly nervous.

“You. Where is he.” It sounded more like—a demand, like she’s not giving the guy any other options rather than to answer her. He only tilted his head in question as his expression morphed into confusion.

“Uh, wha—”

“PERCY, WHERE’S PERCY.” She snarled at him. Gripping the collar of the guy’s t-shirt then she shook him.

“O-okay, calm down, the kid’s alright—” Interrupting him mid-sentence was another scream. More desperate this time from another room. Sena narrowed her eyes at him, glancing at everyone else as theirs widened. The guy paused, holding a finger up. “Okay, that? It’s not what you think I swea—”

Sena didn’t let him finish, shoving him back on the couch, she turned, about to dash towards the direction where she heard Percy’s voice. But by now, everyone in the room was closing in on her. Of course, it was out of the intention of calming her down, someone in her position should not be running around like this after waking up from a literal coma.

Thing is, in this scenario—Sena would be like an animal. A very, enraged, and distressed animal just from the look in her eyes. (Especially after hearing another squeal from Percy in the other room) And one thing you should never do is corner an enraged and distressed animal, because when you do, they don’t see your pure intentions of wanting to help it, all they see is a threat to their safety, an obstacle in their way that they can either avoid—or remove.

Sena isn’t stupid of course, knowing the state that her body is in, she knows she can’t fight all of them off. Maybe she can dust the closest ones, but at the cost of her losing energy and not being able to ensure that Percy is safe. So naturally she settled with another plan, avoid them and push them away. She saw a tall skeleton monster getting a bit too close for comfort in her peripheral vision.

The tall lanky skeleton who wore some sort of armor, costume? And a red scarf. In her eyes it seemed like he was going to capture her to hold her still. But the truth was Papyrus just wanted to give her a hug, it always calmed Chara down when Toriel gave them a hug after experiencing a panic attack, so he figured it would probably work on Sena too.

It was obvious to everyone, Sena was panicking, no need to perform a CHECK on her soul to see that she was worried for the kid. But these guys were more worried about her wounds. This crazy bitch was running around and putting so much strain on her body like she didn’t just wake up from a fucking coma.

Cherry though, Cherry was already panicking because he could see what Papyrus was trying to do, but he knew the human didn’t. Preparing to block the human’s attack, only for her to duck in an effort to avoid him. Much to Cherry’s relief. 

Trying to calm Sena down wouldn’t work, in fact, it made her even angrier. Her movements are more aggressive now compared to before. Facial expression wise, there were no indications that she became angrier, she still bore the same determined, scowling look she had when she first heard Percy scream.

Cherry sighed in exasperation; this was why he was so against keeping them here. But thanks to Sena’s soul being too fucked up and fragile, they couldn’t even use basic healing magic on her!

Sena backed away from the tall skeleton, while doing so, her eyes landed on a possible escape route, the doorway to the hallway, and no one was blocking it, let alone near it. All she needs to do is beeline her way through the crowd of bones, you know, while running. She glances at the direction where Percy’s voice was coming from, seeing that doorway blocked by three more skeletons, she noticed it looked like a kitchen area.

Recalling that there was an entrance to the kitchen from the hallway, she makes a run for it to the doorway to the hallway. But before she could even blink, someone appeared in front of her, making her slam into them.

Instinctively, Sans reached for something that could stop him from falling, in this case, that something was Sena’s shoulders. So by accident he pulled her down with him. She struggled to break free, coherently shouting curses at him.  Well shit, now she definitely thinks they’re trying to capture her.

"Let me go!" She barked at him. Squirming and struggling more violently than before. 

"Alright buddy, ya really need to chill out, no need to be so violent—"

Too late for that. She started kicking his legs. “Ow! What the—hey!”

When it became clear to the skeletons around her that anything that comes out of their mouths won't calm her down. One of them decided to use another tactic.

"Do you not care for what happens to that child you carried here?" Edge demanded, the sentence sounding more of a threat than a question to Sena. She finally did stop, but now her attention is on him.

The hands gripping her shoulders were gone, Sans had let her go. Which he later regretted and realized was a mistake, because she immediately bolted to Edge right after, lunging at him. Grabbing the tattered scarf around his neck, she pulled him down to eye-level.

“Where is he.” She hissed, venom dripping from every word. The way she yanked the scarf would've choked someone if they had lungs. Normally, Edge would have impaled anyone who would have dared to do something like this to him, but something was telling him not to do it, instead of a scowl on his face, there was a look of shock and surprise. Not liking the silence, she pulled at his scarf harder, Sena furrowed her brows as anger boiled in her chest. “If I see a single scratch on him, I’ll make you fucking regret it.”

Another high-pitched scream was heard from the other room. Sena’s head snapped towards the direction the noise came from. She shot a glare at Edge but immediately let him go before she ran, dodging them. Grabbing the doorway to help her turn with ease as she ran through the hallway. She called his name again. “Percy!”

Hearing him squeal again, she eventually finds the door where his voice was coming from. She zeroed in at it, eyes narrowing, breaking the door down. Expecting the worst, Sena stood in a stance, looking around quickly to search for the threat, ready to fight off whoever was hurting him. But then, the scene she sees before her completely leaves her speechless. The raging desire in her chest to kill anyone in the vicinity who hurt the child dissipated. Her on-guard stance and expression fell as she stood, confused.

Her fists still raised but her intent was no longer to hurt anyone. She watches, in silent confusion, seeing the young child giggling as he plays with—floating giant dragon heads?

What the fuck???

She didn't move or say anything, she just stared. The others followed. Some appearing, or the term, teleporting while others just walked through the doorway. Sort of, some of them ran in. Only to see her frozen on the spot, figuring she’s calm now after seeing Percy, they left her alone, none of them advanced towards her to detain her. At least now she wasn’t thinking of jumping anyone for a misunderstanding. Edge could swear to gods above that when he said what he said, he didn’t mean that he’d hurt the damn kid.

Percy finally noticed her. But being distracted, he gave one of the… skeleton head things the opportunity to push him a little bit too roughly, causing him to fall from the chair he was standing on to the floor with a hard thud. Sena snapped out of her confused daze, running over to Percy, pulling him up and grabbing him by the shoulders, immediately throwing him questions; “Are you okay?” “Are you hurt?” “Did they do anything to you?”

Percy never answered, he only stared at her, dumbfounded as his eyes began to swell with tears. Sena stopped talking the moment the first tear rolled down his cheek. Her expression remained blank, but her eyes betrayed her, widening in surprise once Percy hugged her out of the blue, much to her further confusion. He didn’t even say anything, sobs breaking out of his throat as he tightened his grip around her. Sena exhaled out of her nose, bringing a hand up to his head, patting it, albeit awkwardly, comforting others was never her strong suit.

The two dragon heads were confused about the whole situation though, they wanted to continue their play session with the kid. But with the look Cherry was shooting at them, they decided not to interfere and only watched from a distance after joining their owner.

He was the first to pull away, tears relentlessly streaming down his cheeks as he began to blabbering out words that were hard to decipher, but one thing she knew was he was glad to see her. In the end, he managed to calm down a bit, enough to actually make the words spewing out of his mouth understandable. He told her how worried he was, that he thought she was gone, that she left her too.

Before he could even sputter anything else out in his state. Sena gripped his shoulders a little more tightly—not to hurt him—but to reassure him. Then gave him a small smile. But Percy knew that it meant something more. Way more. These smiles, they were a rarity, from her at least. Like a shooting star that disappears as quickly as it appeared. He couldn’t help but smile back, and hugged her again.

“I’m just so happy that you’re okay.”

Sena blinked, watching him for a bit, eyes softening a little. Before returning the hug. “I’m happy that you’re okay too.”

The hug lasted for a little while, Sena was the first to let go as she let her hands fall loosely, then she let out an exasperated sigh. 

"I thought you were dying." She deadpanned at the boy. Well, she was blunt, no surprise there, she was as blunt as Percy had described her a multitude of times.

"But I'm not, Sena!" Percy responded, giggling. He pats the large dragon heads, who made their way towards them, laughing as they nuzzled him. "I woke up, feeling toasty! You and I were wrapped in a really fluffy blanket! And your wounds were patched up and everything too!"

Just hearing that made Sena instinctively reach a hand over her right arm. Looking down, he was right, her wounds were relatively fine, and her broken bones weren't so broken anymore. No bleeding. Nothing. She felt a bit okay? But her throat felt dry. Another proof of this is her raspy voice.

And then, remembered that someone must have changed her clothes. She tensed. She shouldn't be bothered by it, she had many wounds that had to be treated by the present medic, or whoever had enough experience, in the past—whether it be man or woman. But still, she can't help but feel… flustered of anyone seeing her bare.

It seems the other skeletons knew what she was thinking. At least one of them seemed to realize what she was thinking when he saw her looking down at her attire and examining it and the look in her eyes when she seemed to remember she wasn’t wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she got here. Blue spoke up.

“Um, if you’re wondering who undressed you, I promise on my soul that it wasn’t any of us?” That sounded more like a suggestion, but Blue already looked flustered mentioning it, Sena looked at him, the expression of sheer anger, and blood lust filled eyes were gone, replaced with a look that mirrored his own, flustered, a bit flushed, glancing away from him before looking back.

Whether her flustered state was from realizing they weren’t enemies and didn’t hurt Percy, or from knowing someone undressed her, he didn’t know. He pointed at someone who was currently wearing a sky-blue sweatshirt. 

“We called in one of Sans’ friends! The former queen of monsters, Toriel, she’s the one who undressed and healed you from your wounds. She’s not here at the moment though, she left around lunch time because she had to pick up her kid.” Blue said. The guy mentioned, Sans raised his hand up as a form of greeting her, a lazy grin on his face that was more relieved knowing that she no longer wants to murder anyone. Sena looked down at the ground.

“...thanks,” she says, sounding unsure, she was probably just in shock, surprised and still processing the events that took place. Which was a little ironic considering most of today’s events were because of her. Blue decided that maybe she just needs to sit down for a while, they need to get some questions answered after all.

Approaching her, he put a hand on her shoulder, making her jump in surprise. She looked at him with a slight frown on her face and threw him a hard stare, but once she saw the caring look on his face, she couldn’t help her mask cracking.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 47

prompt: self-insert/OC-insert

fandoms: bnha, knb, mdzs, naruto, svsss

bnha

Causality of Temporal Paradox by MirrorDaltokki

"A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use." - Washington Irving

In which you are very clearly not having a good time slipping through time and space.

Lucky for you, there's at least one constant. Hawks seems to not mind you showing up in his bed over and over again throughout his life.

But hey, look at the upside. There's pro-heroes, so that's kind of cool.

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

knb

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades by Vroomian

You don't care about sports, and you didn't ask for this nonsense.

so miracles happen after all. by リリス - riris (arurun)

Paralyzed from the neck down, a former basketball star wished only for one thing.

And like a miracle, he wakes up in a new world, in a new body-- and there's only one thing he wants to do now, so he starts running.

"Wait, is this that basketball anime?"

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent by vermillion_crown 

Here's the thing. Taiga has a little breakdown (politely, in the cabin restroom at 3:37 AM PST while the other passengers are dead asleep) and gets over it in the span of the eleven hour flight into Tokyo. The leftover memories in his head really help with perspective, let's just say.

He likes basketball. Loves it, even. Sure, maybe another team sport might do the trick in a pinch, but his body and reflexes are optimized for basketball. It'd be a waste of time to change tracks

Ball is life, but you still need to pay rent. Okay, well officially, his dad's paying the rent. But the sentiment still stands, right? There are other things to worry about.

Who the hell peaks in high school?

(SI/OC as Kagami Taiga, who just wants to ball—all the chūnibyō shit be damned.)

mdzs

by foot it's a slow climb by Vroomian

(graphic depictions of violence) (major character death)

So. Let's get this straight - I didn't set out to derail any plot. My plan was to lay low and stay away from canon. It's just...

My plans tend to fail.

Spectacularly.

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized

(mature)

A modern OC arrives in Yiling before the start of the Sunshot Campaign. She has no friends, no money, and no cultivation. She knows what's coming, but what could she possibly do about it? *** “Well…” I looked down at my fingernails and tried not to squirm. “If there were a way to separate Wei Wuxian from Madam Yu without ruining his relationship with his siblings, I’d encourage it. Like, as an example, marriage.”

Xichen blinked. “To you?”

“No. Absolutely not. What even—?” The thought was so abhorrent I couldn’t hold it in my head. My brain spat it right back out. “To your brother.”

Xichen blinked. Again. “To Wangji?”

“Obviously?”

“This is a concern of yours?”

“I realize it’s not my business at all,” I admitted. “But you asked.”

naruto

Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

There’s more to peace than the absence of war. The work is as hard and uncertain as any Shinobi mission.

AKA: A highly self-indulgent fic in which a civilian woman helps an orphaned Sasuke and winds up saving the world.

Making Lemonade by Meeceisme

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Waking up after dying to a whole new life in a brand new body is a little outside his frame of reference. But he'll do his best to make the best of this weird as hell situation. Worse comes to worst he'll grab all his favourite people and run the hell away from this mad place.

Featuring: Konoha's atrocious orphanage system, cynical child soldiers and Kakashi's guilt complex.

wataru, wataru by unolvrs

(mature)

“Kirigakure didn’t need help. They needed salvation.”

No one knows anything about the Mizukage. Only that she’s kind. She likes to smile. She likes seafood like every other Mizu-born. And that there’s something inexplicably wrong with her. There’s something wrong with the Mizukage whom the Kiri-nin call a ‘god’.

—or, Wataru Wataru was never really a powerhouse, in this life or the last, but she’s resourceful. She knows cults, pyramid schemes, and corrupt politicians like the back of her hand, so of course, she becomes the Mizukage and becomes a god along the way.

svsss

exec_ep=diviega/. by MirrorDaltokki, MULmul

(mature) (major character death)

AKA: Female Protagonist Fights the System Because She Doesn't Want to Live on the Lesbian Peak Just Because She Won't Sleep With Luo Binghe and She Can Write This Piece of Trash Novel Better than The Stupid Author

[skenisasleb]

OH GOD OH NO

I JUST FOUND OLD SOUTH PARK ART

WHERE I SHIPPED MY OC, TED, WITH KYLE

IM GONNA EXPLODE

At least I realized it was cringy eventually and made Oliver so that Ted and Oliver could be gay instead of OC-inserting children LMFAOO

(not dropping the art, who do you think I am, making me relive art trauma 🤨)

(also not dropping the art cause i made whole comics of the ship and i hate them cause THEYRE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD COMICS LIKE WTF WHY MUST IT TAUNT ME SO, MAKING ME WANT TO SHIP TED AND KYLE AGAIN)

[lexithequeenofgay]

Ninjago Dragons Rising OC-Insert AU One-Shot: A Meeting of Four

(This story takes place right after The Merge, so the kids are like… I wanna say 10-11? Maybe 12?)

Izumi groaned as she woke up, rubbing her head and checking for any bumps or bruises on her body. She was surprisingly unhurt, just disoriented and dizzy (and her clothes were a little dirty and torn as well). She looked around to figure out where she was, and saw a city in the near distance. She got up and started walking towards it.

Izumi’s Thoughts: *Where in the 16 Realms am I?*

Her mind raced with the possibilities. Was she dead? Did she get transported to another realm? What if she couldn't find her way home? What if she didn't want to go home? What if-

Her thoughts were suddenly cut off by the sight of two people running along the sand towards her. She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes to try to get a better look.

The two people also stopped, staring at her. Confused and a little worried. One of them had pink hair tied in neat space buns, and the other had short, auburn hair.

Izumi: “Hello? Who are you? Where am I?”

She called out to them nervously. They weren't close enough for her to make out distinct facial details, but they must have heard her as they were coming closer.

But neither of them said anything for a while. Clearly they were both a little nervous. The pink-haired girl spoke 1st.

Sora: “I'm An- um… Sora, and this is my friend, Kiara. You're in the deserts of Imperium”

Kiara looked at Sora curiously, but said nothing, just nodding along. Izumi glanced behind them, seeing the large city teaming with energy.

Izumi: “Imperium? Isn't that the realm with incredibly advanced tech? Looks impressive.”

Sora: “Trust me, it's anything but impressive. We left to get away from that awful place. We saw that city behind you. What's it called?”

Izumi looked behind her, seeing the large buildings that she somehow missed. She recognized the place as a place she's heard many stories about. Stories that she'd read over and over.

Izumi: “Oh, that's Ninjago.”

****

Arin stared at the fallen porch swing of his house. He stared At the sky, hoping that his parents would just be there, waiting for him. But nothing. He looked at the Green Ninja's mask in his hands, and his eyes started to sting with the hint of tears. He collapsed onto his knees, the ground beneath him started to soak as the tears fell down his face with a quiet drip. He pulled himself up, sniffling, and sat on the swing, clutching the mask tightly.

He looked up and saw three figures walking towards him in the distance. He suddenly shot up and ran towards them, hoping with all his heart that they would be his parents and the Green Ninja. But unfortunately, when he got closer, that hope vanished.

Izumi: “Woah, hello. Bit eager to meet new people, huh?”

Arin: “Sorry, I… I thought you were someone else.”

Arin turned away, and started walking back towards the porch swing. The curly haired girl put a hand on his shoulder and spoke softly to him.

Izumi: “I know we aren't who you were hoping for, but maybe we could help? I'm Izumi, and this is Sora and Kiara.”

Izumi pointed at the other two girls behind her who both waved and smiled sheepishly. Arin waved back.

Arin: “I don't know if you can help. The Ninja were trying to save my parents when that huge portal exploded and… I haven't seen any of them since.”

Something suddenly flicked on in Izumi's head and suddenly nothing else mattered except…

Izumi: “Wait, you met the Ninja? As in, THE Ninja of Ninjago?”

Izumi's eyes glittered with interest, and Arin was a little thrown off by her reaction, but decided he might as well make conversation.

Arin: “Yeah, I did. They saved me when I got sucked up into that storm.”

Izumi: “Wow… I can't believe you actually got to meet them. They're like, the coolest people ever.”

Arin smiled, happy that there was someone else who shared his interest in the Ninja. They've been his heroes for as long as he could remember. Talking with Izumi managed to pull him out of his thoughts for a while.

****

The four of them walked through the streets of what once was Arin's hometown. There were houses missing, cars flipped over, trees uprooted, but the most noticeable part was that it was almost completely abandoned, save for the people that the Ninja managed to save before disappearing.

They noticed some people stuck underneath branches or stuck in their cars, and they decided to help them. It felt good helping the people in need.

Eventually they entered a completely deserted area void of any people, houses, or anything. It was eerily empty. They all looked around to find nothing anywhere.

Izumi: “We should probably go back. Maybe we can make a camp near where you said your house was, Arin.”

Arin: “That seems like a good idea. Let's split up and find supplies.”

They all nodded and separated. Well, except Kiara, she went with Sora. It was odd feeling such a connection to people they just met, but they could all tell they'd become close friends the more they got to know each other. Plus, it's good to have allies in a crisis.

@darkstalker1247

[firebird-inkheart]

Careful, they bite~

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Had a lot of fun trying out a more sketchy style. I like to think that the their lines are indicative of their emotional state. So the stronger they feel something, the more their lines "unravel" :)

[Click for quality]

[vodkassassin]

I’d be interested to see what you’ve got for your OC Obi-wan Insert?

Ah, another WIP Wednesday ask! Thank you.

Honestly I should rename it Weekday WIP at this point alfjksjd. Also this ended up being WAY longer than originally anticipated, my bad lmao

__

“You fought well, but you hold much anger within you.”

Obi-wan Kenobi pulls up short, blinking rapidly as they stare at the absolute goliath of a man that looks over them. There’s something about the guy’s presence that almost feels threatening, in a way. The emotions that emanate from him, what little can be sensed past the impressively fortified shields that befit any master, are tinged with something that tastes like judgement and final resolution.

As if this man had taken one look at Obi-wan before they had even stepped out into the tournament ring and had already decided his opinion of them.

Which is exactly what Quigon Jinn had done. In fact, even before setting eyes on Obi-wan, they know that Jinn had already made up his mind. Coming to the tournament to watch them fight had the sole motivation of finding some excuse to reject them as quickly as possible.

Which is fine. Jinn doesn’t want a padawan and Obi-wan knew that from the beginning. In fact, they find the meddling of the council — or perhaps one person on the council — quite insane and manipulative. They had no right to force Jinn to basically adopt another child when he didn’t want one.

And trying to force a child upon someone who doesn’t want one never ends well, so isn’t that sort of like putting Obi-wan themself in danger?

So, in this one thing, Obi-wan is on Jinn’s side.

But nowhere else.

Obi-Wan wants to scowl. They already have the answer to this. They have their entire life here. Quigon Jinn is a nonentity.

Except, here he is. Here to bring the mood of the room plummeting down.

Instead of scowling, though, they keep their face passive. There’s little need to give Jinn even more ammunition. Even if the fact that this grown ass adult man has decided to scorn a child for something out of either of their control absolutely burns.

“Everyone holds anger within them, Master Jinn.” They reply politely, sketching a bow that they already know doesn’t have a single fault. The very perfection of it makes Jinn’s frown even more severe. “It’s the consequence of sentience, to have emotions about the universe around you.”

It makes Obi-wan want to needle the man even more.

“Allowing those emotions to control you is a very different matter than simply having them, Initiate Kenobi.”

Wow, the emphasis on that word, as if this grown ass man is trying to make a clear point. Well, point very much made!

The gall.

Obi-wan takes a slow, steadying breath, passive mask barely flinching. Inside, though —

Maybe Jinn is right. They are filled with rage. Curious, however, that the only time they’ve ever felt like this is when confronted with Jinn himself.

Really makes one think.

Theyre lost in thought, they realize, and flit their eyes upward again just in time to catch Jinn shaking his head firmly.

“I will not take you as my padawan.”

Obi-wan simply blinks.

Feeling uncharitable, they reply, “Master Jinn? Were you looking for one? It’s only; last that I heard, you were against the notion.”

That gets him. The man straightens up, blinking in a somewhat startled fashion before his expression goes purposefully blank.

Obi-wan does not allow any victory to show on their face.

“I’m sorry if you were disappointed in my tournament exhibition. Now that the topic is brought up, though, I must say that I have to agree with you. As a practitioner of the Living Force, you’re absolutely correct to pass over me as a student. Our paths in the Force are far too different to work well together.” Obi-wan shrugs lightly, glancing across the room to watch impassive masters and knights pass by on the catwalk below the viewing room that they’re in.

He turns back to find Jinn staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“It’s unwise to claim that you have little to learn from me. Arrogant, even.”

It’s not like he even wants to be their teacher anyway! Why is he so offended at the hint that Obi-wan might reject him?

Fucking adults and their superiority complexes. Fucking men and their egos.

Also! Putting words into their mouth! That’s one of their fucking pet peeves.

Obi-wan smiles politely, as serene as can be.

Maybe going Sith isn’t such a bad idea…

No. If they did that then maybe the council would send Jinn after them. The consequences were not worth the freedom of being able to do whatever the hell they wanted (and look hot while doing it. Fuck you Palpatine, you did it all wrong).

They let their smile drop. Jinn is a grown man, and he’s right here purposefully antagonizing a child.

They are a child. Just a little twelve year old.

Obi-wan blinks rapidly and breathes in through their nose a little too sharply. They turn slightly to look away, but watch from the corner of their eye as a grimace takes over Jinn’s face.

Eat the consequences of your actions, you sorry excuse of an adult.

“Now, I know that you are close to aging out…” the man begins, likely about to say something along the lines of ‘maybe another master will chose you in the next few weeks’ in an attempt to placate them and stop the floodgates, but Obi-Wan interrupts before he can.

“It’s okay, Master Jinn.” They say, gently. They give the pathetic man standing before them a small, somewhat watery smile. “You don’t have to try and make me feel better. I have to experience feelings for myself or I’ll never be able to understand them and let them go properly. I…”

They swallow, blinking a lot — maybe more than they really need to, their eyes are feeling quite dry despite the tearful quality they’ve achieved — and take a small step back.

“My crechemate, Bruck — my opponent for the exhibition, in fact — taught me that. I’m grateful that he did, because it ensured I knew not to hope for the impossible.”

There’s an uncomfortable expression on Jinn’s face. Obi-wan’s smile widens just barely, and they hope the sharpness of it is still on the inside.

They sketch a light bow, one much stiffer than the one they’d given in greeting initially. Show discomfort, hesitance.

“I have some bags to pack, so I’m afraid I’ll be leaving you first, Master Jinn.” They say. “Please do have a wonderful evening.”

They turn on their heel and book it out of there. Ideally, it looks like they’re barely holding back tears and don’t want the esteemed master to see them vulnerable, but mostly they just need to get out of that goddamn room.

Here’s to hoping that they never have to be in the same space as Jinn ever again.

Unfortunately for them, nothing is ever that fucking easy.

[frozenkirby93]

A new update! Finishing up Sun-Speckled Terrace 🌼

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[nenoname]

the duality between six shooter and lil stanley still makes me lose it

even stan's drawings of himself being badass are adorable which contrasts with ford's dramatic as hell ones

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[wiltyard]

perseverance at its worst | undertale

masterlist Prologue, 01, [you are here] pairings: Sans x Reader warning/s: n/a a/n: Hi guys, finally posting ch2 here lmao

Sena found herself bowing her head in apology in the living room, unable to look anyone in the eyes once everything was explained to her. As unemotional as she is, she’s still capable of feeling guilt and embarrassment. And by god did she have a lot of things to feel bad about after today.

Without her knowledge, this behemoth (in a good way) of a woman fought against 3 boss monsters and a high-level monster, and still held her ground. They weren’t fighting her or anything, but it was still surprising to watch someone who had been in a coma, for what? 2-3 months? Would be able to pull the shit she did.

Cherry was still on guard around her after that. He thinks to himself that she could have killed someone, what happened further proved his point that she was a threat. It wasn’t an if, it could have happened, watching her lunge at his brother like that. Would’ve sent her flying if he didn’t know any better. She could have killed someone. Good thing it turned out alright, for her at least. If she dusted his brother, well, fuck whatever Sans said about helping them, he would’ve killed her.

For the others though? It was a little funny, she would not stop apologizing for the damage she did, emotional and material. Some were upset of course, but they’ll get over it, eventually. Hopefully. Swearing up and down that she would help fix the door, anything. Some chuckled lightly, but ultimately, nobody said anything about that, neither denying nor confirming anything and Sena did not like that. But thankfully, a tall skeleton guy that sorta looked like the guy that grabbed her earlier, and the other guy who made that threat against Percy shooed them away.

“Me n Cherry’ll take care of this, just get the gorilla chick outta here.” He sighed. Cherry, the guy he mentioned, did a double-take.

“HUH? Why am I stuck with cleaning duty?”

“Bro just go grab the fuckin’ toolbox, I’ll clean up, you know the drill.” He sounded so done like this wasn’t the first time this type of thing happened, that it was a common occurrence. Sena couldn’t help but feel herself relax a little.

“Thanks, Cash!” He smiled, before turning to Sena. “Alright, follow me.”

He made sure not to touch her. She seemed very adverse to anyone touching her. And she appreciates this. As Blue led her to the kitchen, others followed suit, some just poofed away, not seen anywhere, which was a concern on Sena’s part, how was she supposed to protect Percy from them now? why it is, she honestly couldn’t remember why. She decided to worry about it later when she could properly comprehend things.

“Why don’t you sit down for a while, human?” A pointed look from Sena had Blue pausing. “Right, Sena. I mean Sena. We have golden flower tea, Toriel said it’ll help you with some damage that her healing magic couldn’t fix. I think she said it was for easing your mind?” Blue said in an unsure tone, making his way to the kettle that was filled with tea. The Sans guy brought out a cup, tossing it to Blue, giving a heads-up. Blue caught it, giving Sans a look, who shrugged in response.

Blue went to the stove, grabbing the kettle as he poured something that looked like it just finished boiling before turning around and sliding the cup now filled with tea towards Sena. “Here you go, the former queen brewed it herself before she left!”

Sena glanced at him and turned her attention to the cup in front of her. If she accepts this, she’ll be forfeiting and going against the training that was drilled into her skull. Her taking Percy and booking it didn’t count, she’s still technically doing her duty, protecting the goods. The goods being Percy. Calling Percy, even in her mind, an object and not a person did not sit well with her.

She didn’t understand. She couldn’t. Why are they being so…kind to them? She thought monsters hated humans. At least, they should. After she heard what the past generation of humans did to them, regardless of how it was taught to her, the revisions, trying to put it in their heads that monsters were the enemy, Sena was one of the few who saw through it. The brainwashing…the propaganda? It did the complete opposite; it only fueled her dislike for her kind.

But her dislike had a limit. It didn’t mean she was going to let a child die. Or anyone for that matter. She may not have saved everyone, but she tried, and that’s the reason she’s fighting so hard to keep this one alive, and safe. It was obvious she was attached to Percy, and him to her.

If it meant risking her life to keep that smile on his face. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Unbeknownst to her, a smile tugged at her lips. It had an audience, and her allowing herself to feel that emotion confirmed that she truly did care, she’s not just a soldier, or whatever she was, but she didn’t know that, and she doesn’t have to. It puts them at ease knowing that they made the right decision to help them.

Even Cherry was attached to the kid, not like he’d ever admit it, but everyone knew even though he’d complain about how annoying it was for the kid to constantly be bothering him. He never said the kid was annoying himself, just what he was doing. And from the way he interacted with Percy was already a good indication. You would never, in a million years, know that this guy who can’t even say no to the kid or stand to see the kid sad was the guy who actively tried to get the others to kick them out, aggressively at that.

And this transition from angry cherry man to big softie guy happened in less than a day of being around Percy. Boy, weren’t they surprised? Percy liked the tsundere, edgy guy, because he was apparently “really scary and strong and that bad guys would run away from him.”

He even revealed that he wanted to be like Cherry when he grew up. To which he, and the others, said that it would be better if he didn’t. You can imagine how upset Percy became. But Cherry convinced him that he was great the way he was and that he didn’t have to be anyone else.

It didn’t take long for them to realize why Sena wanted to protect the child (at least part of it). This kid was a blast. And surprisingly…mature. With that in mind, Sans decided to ask Sena some questions that had been bugging them ever since they found them leaning against their door, practically frozen to death.

“Hey,” Sans called, sitting across from her. Gaining both Sena’s attention and the others in the room. “Sena, is it?”

Sena’s eyes shot up from the beverage she was drinking, raising an eyebrow. “Listen, you mind answering some of our questions?”

Sena thought for a moment, setting the cup in her hands down on the table. Then reluctantly nodded. “Sure…”

She raised a finger. Narrowing her eyes at him. “But any questions that I deem suspicious and may put our lives at risk, more importantly, his life at risk, will not be answered for obvious reasons, end of discussion.”

He raised a brow…bone brow. For fuck’s sake, whatever it is, he was curious. Sena crossed her arms, chewing her lips. She’s a soldier, she’s logical, but…she still needs to have some manners. She met his eyes again. “It’s not that I’m not grateful for what you’ve done for us, I just can’t afford to make a mistake that would put us in more danger.”

That , he understood, he’d do the same thing if ever they were in the same situation as them to protect Papyrus, she’s just being cautious, though they never did give her a reason to see them as potential threats, she just wanted to make sure they were safe, they’re strangers after all to her, he’d be suspicious as well, so he respected that.

“That’s understandable.” It didn’t even take him a moment to agree. Sena was surprised, and she couldn’t help the expression on her face.

Seriously, just like that? No objections? She wasn’t expecting him to immediately agree with her terms, she thought they’d have to meet some kind of bargained compromise. She looked pretty happy with his answer. Looks like they gained her trust, even if it’s small, it’s a good start. She hummed in approval, tilting her head a little at him.

“Alright then, shoot.” She nodded, leaning against the chair with her arms crossed. Her trademark—they figured—blank look resided on her face. Sans leaned against the table, inhaling through his clasped hands.

“Okay, first question, what were you guys doing in the middle of a fuckin’ blizzard?” She predicted that question coming up. Just didn’t know it was gonna be the first one. “Usually, people would stay in and wait it out somewhere while being safely sheltered from the cold, but I’m guessing something happened that made you make that choice.”

“And from the looks of it,” Sans said, looking at her intently this time. “You wouldn’t put the kid’s life at risk for anything, yet you did, and we wanna know why.”

His lazy composure was now stiff. Sena looked away, thinking. She glanced at him, a sigh leaving her lips. “You’re all observant, I can give you that.”

She seemed to be debating herself on something. How she’s supposed to say it, what she's allowing herself to say. She pushed her lips together into a thin line before opening her mouth. She nods, almost hesitant. “Yes, something did happen, I want to let you know that I’m grateful that you people took us in, we’re strangers, and yet you treated us like guests. I also understand you just want to know how we ended up almost dead on your front porch.”

“And you deserve to know, but at the moment, I can’t answer that.” Sena finished, the way she was looking at him let him know she wasn’t lying. But some people weren't taking it that way, specifically Cherry—who joined them a little earlier after cleaning up the mess Sena made of the door—he was beyond pissed.

“The fuck you mean you can’t answer that?” Cherry scoffed, shoving his chair back with a sharp screech as he stood. His hands slammed down on the table, rattling everything on it. Sena’s tea spilled a little on the table. She glances at the spill, then looks back at Cherry. “It’s a simple fucking question! It ain’t rocket science! You can give a straight answer, but ya tell us that what? That you ‘can’t answer it for now’? The hell does that mean?! ”

“Cherry,” Sans warned, irritated as he shot Cherry a glare. Which Cherry’s hand snapped up before Sans could say another word, jabbing a finger toward him with enough force to make a point on its own.

“Don’t fuckin’ start Sans.” There was an edge to his voice. Tight. Ready to snap, break, whatever.

“Don’t ‘Cherry’ me. Fuckin’ stupidass nickname I got stuck with.” He sneered. He let out a sharp, bitter laugh as he put a hand on his head, he took a deep breath before turning to Sena again. “This your way of sayin’ you don’t got the facts straight?”

Sans rubbed his temples, he gets it, Cherry is just worried about Percy, and just wants to know why they decided it was a good idea to fight the blizzard head-on, but drilling on the person who most likely saved the kid wasn’t a good idea. He was about to tell Cherry to back down, but Sena beat him to it.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” She replied almost instantly, Cherry’s angry expression was replaced by surprise, he wasn’t the only one. He backed off, staying silent, waiting for her to continue as he sat back on the chair. She gave him a look, narrowing her eyes, leaning towards the table.

“I get it, alright? You just want to know, but the thing is I’m not even sure if what happened was what happened.” She stares at her reflection in the tea before shutting her eyes, giving herself a moment before opening them again to look at the two straight. “If I tell you my answer now without being able to piece two and two together, it’ll be more of a guess than a legitimate fact. So, until I’m able to figure things out and understand what even happened back there, I won’t be able to tell you an answer you’d be satisfied with because I don’t know if whatever I manage to put together right now about the whole thing is even true.”

As much as Cherry hated to agree with her, she was right. They can’t just assume whatever happened, happened and accept it as it is when the only person who was there to witness it wasn’t sure of it herself. She could be lying. There’s a high possibility she was.

But even if they asked Percy, he had no memories of what happened, and every time he tried to remember anything at all, he ran a fever. Stuck in bed, almost…like what happened to Sena. They just have…to blindly trust her for now. Which is out of their character and does not put them at ease. But they CHECKED already, that how she treats Percy is the real deal. It’s not fake, she does care about him. Unless of course, she’s so good at lying, that she gaslit herself into believing that she does.

Regardless, they can’t just send her away, Percy won’t let it happen. He’ll wreak havoc. And they can’t send them both away either because what if whatever happened to them was something done to them by some kind of freaky experiment villain? A monster for lack of a better word, not the race monster, but, you know. What if what made them run away was still out there? Lurking, waiting for them to come out so it can attack them, or even worse, find another victim?

It dawned on them that there was something more to this than they originally thought there was, and this did not sit well with them. Another thing to worry about? Other than resets? The machine? The Universe must be having a blast right now with whatever it’s cooking up.

Unable to reach a conclusion, they decided it was better to drop it. Allowing forcing Sena to rest and retreat to her room, she shouldn’t even be moving around so much like this after waking up from a coma. And well, Sena already seemed to regret running so much because her body punished her severely for that. Who could blame her? She just wanted to make sure Percy was safe.

In the room, she lets her weight sink onto the mattress. Percy dragged a chair next to her bed, she listened as he rambled about the adventures he’d been on. He’s not letting her rest anytime soon, but she’s fine with that. It was comforting, his voice, even though it seemed like he wasn’t making sense, or that there was no point. She enjoyed it, no matter how meaningless it is, it’s not meaningless to her.

It’s like nothing changed, back to how things were. Other than time and place.

A knock from her door has Sena and Percy looking up. Sena sits up as Blue comes in, seems like they made him the one in charge with whatever she needed. Which made sense, he was the one who took charge of explaining things to her earlier.

As she sat up to get a better look at him, she saw that he had brought with him clothes and hygiene products. He lifts his arms, showing them, giving her a grin. She noticed all their expressions were usually stuck in some kind of grin. Relaxed, tight, pissed, etc. If not that, a scowl.

“Brought you a change of clothes, the last time Toriel cleaned you up was a few days ago, but I’m sure you probably prefer to freshen up.” She stiffened at that, fighting the embarrassment, she looked down as she relaxed herself, before giving him a smile as well. Percy, on the other hand, was unnaturally quiet, fixated on staring at either of them. Especially after she cracked that smile.

“Thank you.” She finds herself saying. Blue smiled wider, pleased with himself. Out of everyone, he was the one she felt most comfortable with. He’s loud, like that Papyrus guy who grabbed her, to which he later corrected that he was trying to hug her to calm her down and apologized, but knew to tone it down.

“You’re very welcome! I’ll leave this here and leave you both to it.” He left the clothes on the dresser. He grabs the doorknob, but before closing the door behind him, he turns to Sena again. “Please don’t hesitate to tell us if you need anything else. If you do hesitate, we told Percy to tell us in your stead. We’ll call you guys for dinner.”

The door clicks, and she waits for the footsteps to fade in the distance before giving Percy a look. “What?”

“What?” He feigns confusion.

“You have that look on your face and it seems you told them many things about me.” He laughs nervously in response.

“No.” He denied it a bit too quickly. Before giving in to the guilt and nodding quietly. “Yeah. I did.”

Sena sighs. Shaking her head, she knows he did it in goodwill. But she should teach him a thing or two about confidentiality. He knows to keep secrets of course. But he doesn’t know that sometimes it's better to keep quiet about certain things even if they’re not technically secrets.

“It’s okay. Just. Ask me first before you tell them something about me. Okay?”

“But they’re just stuff I noticed about you!”

“Tell me first.” She was firm. Percy huffed, crossing his arms, he was avoiding eye-contact with her. “Percy.”

She said his name a little softer this time. And of course, that gets Percy to relent. “ Fine. ”

They both sit in silence for a bit. Percy missed this. Their antics, their banter. No matter how stern Sena was with him, he knew she just cared about him. Ever since she became her guardian, or, guard. He doesn’t know which but he doesn’t care, he’s glad. That was the best day of his life. He finally found a friend! A big sister!

Family.

Percy starts grinning from ear to ear not long after. To which Sena only watched on, eyes soft. Weird kid. She doesn’t understand him most of the time. But that’s okay. That’s Percy for you.

“You smile a lot now.” Sena only stares at him. Waiting for him to continue. “With Blue I mean!”

She shrugs. “He didn’t threaten you and I can tell he’s being genuine, I’m not that hard to get along with—”

She stops mid-sentence once Percy stares at her blankly. This little—! She huffs, rolling her eyes. Now it’s her turn to relent.  “Okay fine, maybe I am a bit hard to get along with.”

A laugh erupts from Percy.  “Just a bit ?”

…

…

“...don’t push your luck kid.”

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Yakuza

When your brother gets himself deep into debt, one yakuza is surprisingly willing to help you get him out. Word Count: 4.3k

When your brother asks you to visit him in Tokyo, something about his voice makes your big sister instincts buzz.

He's great at putting on a show, but there's a twinge of nervousness to him that you've seldom heard before.

You spend your first week in the city with your hackles raised, trying and failing to figure out what he's hiding from you. And you might never have figured it out.

But then he showed up.

Yandere! Yakuza who kicks open your brother's door at three in the morning, a cigarette in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

You scramble out of bed, convinced you're about to be murdered. And it's only your brother's hand hastily slapped over your mouth that keeps you from screaming bloody murder.

"Relax, I know these guys."

Despite his words, your brother doesn't look relaxed at all. His eyes dart around the room and he balls his fists into his jeans. It's a habit he hasn't broken since childhood and before you know it, you're stepping between him and a dangerously scarred yakuza.

Your Japanese is beyond rudimentary and your course didn't exactly cover how to have conversations with members of an organised crime family, but you tilt your chin back and try to keep your voice steady.

"Naze anata ga koko ni iru no ka? [why are you here?]"

Yandere! Yakuza who shamelessly leers at your tiny summer pyjamas. He pulls at his cigarette and when he speaks, his English is heavy with an accent.

"Came to collect what he owes us."

Of all the possible answers he could have given you, that was one you don't expect in the slightest. You turn to your brother and the way he avoids your eyes is answer enough. God, how could he be so stupid? Didn't you teach him better?

Yandere! Yakuza who came prepared to smash furniture and rough up a stubborn debtor suddenly finds himself at the mercy of your glare. You're at least a foot or two shorter than him and somehow it feels like he's the one being overpowered.

"How much does he owe?"

"Sis really I can-"

Yandere! Yakuza who scoffs and names a number much, much larger than you expected. It takes every ounce of will power not to scream at your brother right then and there. How could he get himself into such a mess? He's barely been here more than six months!

Yandere! Yakuza who watches the emotions flicker across your face and has to admire the way you fight them back. The only sign of your fear is a slight tremble in your hand.

"How much do you need tonight?"

The amount he names is just about everything you have in savings. You bite your lip. One look at him tells you everything you need to know. This isn't some small time crook. The pin on his suit jacket is clear as day, even to a foreigner like you.

You pull your coat over your pyjamas and grab your handbag.

"Let's go then."

When you step out into the hall, you're met with two other Yakuza. How didn't you notice them?

You meet their eyes, trying your absolute hardest to seem unruffled. Predators get violent when they sense fear, right? So don't like them catch that smell on you, no matter how fast your heart is racing.

The night air nips at your skin as you head to the nearest ATM.

"Sis it isn't that bad, I swear -"

"We'll talk about it later, ok?"

Yandere! Yakuza who walks close behind you. You can catch the smell of his cologne - something woody and pleasantly sharp.

When you slip your card into the ATM, he leans against the wall next to you and pulls out another cigarette. He watches you while he lights it, the flame throwing his cheekbones into sharp relief.

"You got a boyfriend?"

You're genuinely surprised. Your relationship status isn't exactly on your list of things dangerous criminals should be concerned about.

"No. I don't."

He let's the smoke curl up between his teeth.

"Good. Pretty girl like you shouldn't bother with relationships."

"Why not?"

The ATM spits out your cash before he can answer.

He doesn't take the money immediately. Instead, he let's his eyes roam down your body, like he can still see what's underneath your bulky coat.

"You're never gonna pay it off at this rate."

"You're offering me advice? Didn't think that was part of your job."

"Sōde wa arimasen [it isn't]. But what kind of man would I be if I didn't help you out?"

He digs in his inner pocket and you catch a glimpse of the gun holstered under his jacket.

He pulls out a business card and scribbles something at the back of it.

"He hasn't told you, but we've got his passport. He can't leave until he's settled what he owes."

You suck in a sharp breath at that. How much worse could this situation get?

He holds out the card. "Come work for us and maybe we can work out a better deal, yeah?"

You scoff. "Does that deal involve selling my organs?"

He smiles a little at that. "Īe - no. It's easy work. Come by tomorrow and see for yourself."

You look down at the card and the hand offering it. His tattoos peak out of his sleeve, blue-black and twisting in patterns you can't recognise. Better to not offend a gangster, right?

You take the card.

"Iiko [good girl]."

He turns to go, his baseball bat slung over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow hanī [honey]."

He's barely out of sight before you're grabbing your brother's ear and dragging him back to the apartment.

You spend the rest of the night talking to - or more accurately, interrogating - your brother.

"Gambling? What the hell where you thinking?"

"I was drunk, okay?"

You hiss and rub at your temples. And the worst part? The yakuza was right. You can't pay it off. Not without a very well paying job.

His card glares at you from the kitchen table. An easy job, huh?

The address on the card leads you to a hostess club in the middle of the Red Light District.

He isn't going to kidnap you in the middle of the day in the middle of the city, right? Slightly comforted, you make your way into the club.

It's cool and dark, lit by colorful lamps more than anything. You show the card to the bartender and a few minutes later your yakuza is sitting across from you and ordering you both drinks.

Yandere! Yakuza who wears a suit in the slouched, lazy way of a school delinquent. Shirt unbuttoned so you can see the edge his tattoos and the gold chain gleaming at his neck.

He gestures at the bar and the room around you, his cigarette hanging lazily between his fingers. "The Family owns this place. And my kyodai manages it."

He studies you while he smokes, eyes dipping to your chest and lingering. "You can work as a hostess here. Make good money and we'll take a cut of it to pay off what your brother owes."

You take a sip of your drink to avoid answering him. The sake leaves a tingle on your lips.

"But I'm not exactly fluent in Japanese. How am I supposed to entertain customers?"

He grins wolfishly at you. "Just wear something tight and you won't have to talk at all."

"Perv," you mutter into your drink.

On the surface, you can't see anything wrong with his offer. It makes perfect sense - the club gets a new girl they barely have to pay and your brother's creditors don't need to keep tracking him down.

But he's a yakuza and you'd be a fool to trust him.

"Fine. I'll work here, try my hardest to learn Japanese and sell drinks."

You hold his gaze. "But I'm gone the second I think you're being shady. Got it?"

Yandere! Yakuza who smiles like he's won the lottery. "Wakatta [got it]."

When you show up later that evening, he's your first customer. He orders you a bottle of champagne and keeps topping up your glass without ever touching his own.

A few drinks in you manage to finally loosen up enough to hold a conversation. He asks you endless questions - about your childhood, your hobbies, the movies you've been watching.

But in return, he dodges any question you throw at him. "Don't ask about my family." "My childhood was boring. You don't want to hear about it." "Hobbies? Does puss-"

"No."

"Then no."

He's surprisingly fun to talk to. And when he gets a call and has to leave you, there's a pang of disappointment that you can't quite mask.

He grins and flicks your forehead. "Don't miss me too much."

When you pick up the bill, you realise he left you a hefty tip. You stare at it and then at his retreating back. Just what is his angle?

Yandere! Yakuza who's back the next day and the one after that. He sprawls in the booth like a spoiled prince, his arms thrown across the headrest and his legs spread.

"Let me teach you Japanese."

You perk up. A native teacher would be so much easier to learn from compared to the dense textbooks you've tried using.

"Repeat after me. Onegaishimasu. It means 'please'."

You try and imitate his intonation. He walks you through a few more common phrases with moderate success.

"Need to work on your accent, but that was decent. Ready to try something longer? Anata wa totemo hansamudesu ne [I think you're very handsome]."

"Anato wa...wa totemo hansam... hansamudesu ne."

He smirks at you over the rim of his glass. He seems immensely pleased.

"What does it mean?"

"Just another way to... greet someone. Kinda tricky though, so you should just use it on me."

He spends the rest of the day explaining kanji and grammar. You take notes on the back of a receipt and promise to rewrite them when you get home.

Your shift is practically over when he finally stands to leave.

"Say goodbye like I taught you."

"Anata wa totemo hansamudesu ne."

He grins at you again, his voice a bit sweeter when he replies. "Anata mo totemo kireidesu ne [you're pretty too]."

You tilt your head, struggling to understand. You don't recognise the phrase, but he's gone before you can ask what it means.

Yandere! Yakuza who requests you almost everyday. Until the house mother snaps at him to give it a rest, there are other clients who want to talk to you.

He scoffs and throws back his drink, Adam's apple bobbing like he's swallowing down his anger too.

"If they want to talk to her so bad, they should get here earlier. Watashitachiha kono basho o shoyū shite imasu [we own this place]. So go and get me my girl."

When you finally make it to his table, he's back to being all smiles. The only person who notices his jealousy is the house mother and she's far too busy to mention it.

"My head is killing me. Give me a massage please?"

He flops down into your lap before you can say no.

You sigh and run your fingers through his hair, trying to remember where the pressure points are.

Yandere! Yakuza who practically purrs at your touch. When you lift a hand away to take a sip of your water, he barely waits for you to swallow before he's dragging it back.

There's something very strange about having a deadly gangster in your lap. With his eyes closed, you can almost forget just how much he scared you when you first met. Can forget how he still scares you.

He opens his eyes and catches you studying him. He reaches up and catches your hand as you draw away from him. His touch is gentle, softer than you would expect from looking at him.

"Go on a date with me."

You aren't sure if it's an offer or a command. There's something so intimate about the way he looks at you, the club lights carving hollows into his cheeks, eyes dark and sweet.

And God help you, he's so close. Only the thin fabric of your stockings between his skin and yours.

"Okay."

His lips quirk into a half smile, boyishly handsome.

"Good. You'll like it."

By the next evening, you're already regretting your decision. What kind of idiot goes on a date with a yakuza? You blame the alcohol and the closeness of his body and your stupid, stupid hormones for getting you into this.

But when he picks you up, you find yourself smiling. He actually knocks on the apartment door this time and you open it with the full intention of teasing him.

"My brother's landlord-"

Your words die in your throat. You always knew he was handsome but the man waiting for you takes your breath away.

His hair is slicked away from his face and a sparkling cross dangles from one ear. His lazy suits are gone, replaced with a suit that's pressed and tailored. Hell, even his shirt is buttoned up properly.

He looks good. Dangerously good.

He takes you in, eyes lingering at your curves. You swallow and try not to blush. You do your hair and makeup everyday for the club and he's seen you in this dress before, but he looks at you like it's all new to him, like he wants to drink in every inch of you.

You somehow manage to find your voice and it has none of its usual bite. "You look good. Really good."

He smoothes a hand over his hair self consciously. "Arigatō. Shall we go?"

He offers you his arm and you take it, your heart thundering. He opens the car door for you and helps you in like a proper gentleman. You catch a whiff of his cologne - the same woodsy scent from the night you met.

He takes you to a skyscraper restaurant and sits down right next to the window. The city is a sparkling sprawl at your feet.

"I didn't think you'd be into a place like this," you say.

"What? You think I don't got class?" He grins and points his fork at you, "I've got the best damn taste in this whole city."

"Explains why you asked me out then."

"Obviously." He leans forward. "Only the best for my girl, yeah?"

"I'm your girl? Since when?"

"Since..." He makes a show of checking his watch. "Since the night I met you. You just didn't know it yet."

Ah, now that's one way to make a girl fall for you. And despite your better sense, you feel yourself falling.

You can still taste the lingering sweetness of dessert when he walks you back to his car. His leans against the car door and loops his arms around your waist.

"You had fun tonight?"

"Yes. More than I expected honestly."

He pulls you closer to him, softly enough that you can step back at any point. You don't.

"Gonna give me a kiss to say thank you? It's a very important part of our culture."

You clasp your hands together behind his neck.

"You liar."

He grins that boyish half smile of his. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

He doesn't feel like a gangster or a creditor or a customer. In that moment he feels like just a man - someone strong and handsome that you desperately want to kiss.

Your gaze flickers down to his lips and then back to his eyes. You pull gently at his neck and his head dips lower. You stay like that for a moment, lips almost touching. Too nervous to make the final move.

His hands move to cradle your waist and he closes the gap between you.

You pull him closer, your hands slipping from his neck to his jaw. His stubble scrapes your palm and makes your whole body tingle. He tastes of wine and sugar.

When you finally pull away, you draw your thumb across his lower lip. His eyes are half lidded and when he moves, it's with a sluggish reluctance. Like he doesn't want to let go of you.

He keeps one hand on your waist and draws out a stack of cash with the other. When he speaks, his voice is husky.

"How much for tonight?"

"What?"

His draws his hand up your waist to rest against your sternum. Like he wants to dig his hand into your heart.

"How much to take you home?"

A bucket of cold water would have been less shocking. You pull away from him, your mind racing.

God, why are you such an idiot? Of course he only wants to fuck you. He's just a thug, what did you expect?

And worse, you feel like a small part of your heart is breaking. Why be so sweet to you, why go out of his way to spend time with you, if all he wants is a one night stand?

"Are you serious?"

"Obviously. How much do you charge?"

You act without thinking and slap him right across his face.

The sound of it is terribly sharp in the open quite of the parking lot. It leaves your palm stinging. You freeze, terrified of what you've just done.

He doesn't move, his head turned to the side from the force of your slap. Slowly, he touches his fingers to his cheek. His expression is unreadable.

Oh, you're so dead. You just hit a yakuza. A guy who probably breaks faces everyday, who has who knows how many felonies to his name.

Your first instinct is to apologise, say you weren't thinking and that you're so so sorry. You lift your chin and squash down that part of you.

"I'm not for sale."

The quiet stretches out, tense and dangerous. He turns away and opens the car door for you. He doesn't meet your eyes.

"I understand now. Gomen'nasai [I'm sorry]."

The drive home is terribly quiet. You keep expecting him to lash out - hit you or humiliate you for daring to slap him like that.

He doesn't. He just keeps eyes on the road.

When you reach your building, he follows you to the door and rests his hand on the frame above your head. You can feel him behind you, close enough for his breath to tickle the back of your neck.

"I can't buy you."

"No."

"But I want you."

You pull in a shuddering breath. "Earn it."

You shut the door without turning back.

He doesn't show up at the club for the next week. At first you're on edge - what if he gets you fired? Or worse, does something to your brother?

But your boss doesn't mention anything and your brother keeps coming home in one piece. Slowly, you relax. Tell yourself that he's done with you now that you won't give him what he wants. You try and ignore the way it hurts.

When he does finally show up, he's dangerously tipsy. He yanks you out of your booth in the middle of a date and leaves the house mother to bow and apologise to the customer.

You try not to make a scene as he pulls you along behind him. But you look about desperately for any of the other yakuza. Where the hell are they when you need them?

Finally, he drops you in a booth in the corner of the club and collapses across from you. His hair is messier than you've ever seen it and there's a feverish wildness in the way he looks at you.

"Fine. I'm here. Let me earn your love."

You rub your arm and scowl at him. "Your idea of winning me over is to leave a huge bruise on my arm?"

He runs his hands through his hair. "Hell, I don't know. I've never had to win a girl over before."

"Yeah right. I've seen the girls you go out with. There's no shortage of women in your life."

He looks you in the eye. "Bought and paid for." He gestures at the table and at you. "Not like this. Not like you."

That gives you pause. It makes sense. Gangsters don't exactly have the time to go on Sunday morning brunch dates or meet the family.

"So why not just pay someone else?"

You don't say it out loud but the rest of your question is clear. Why me?

"I...I don't want to. Setsumei suru no wa totemo muzukashīdesu [It's so hard to explain]. But I don't want anyone else."

A confession from a yakuza was not at all on your list on fun and lighthearted tourist activities. You're not entirely sure how to deal with it.

Your sense is screaming at you to be smart. And when is dating a criminal ever smart? You're supposed to get yourself and your brother away from the underworld, not get roped deeper in. And what happens if you want to break up? When has a man with a gun and too many scars ever taken a heartbreak well?

And yet...

You want him. Stupidly, against all sense, you want to be with him. He's dangerous. He probably only wants to fuck you. He has too much power over your life. He might never let you leave him.

And still you want him.

You take a deep breath. "Come over tonight and I'll cook you something. And if my cooking doesn't change your mind then... then we can talk about it."

He smiles at you and the wild look in his eye seems to finally dim.

"Anata ga watashi o oidasou to shite mo dekinakatta [Baby, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried]."

You weren't lying when you said you were a terrible cook. When he finally arrives, the rice is somehow both burnt and slightly undercooked and your curry is severely under-salted.

You scrunch your nose when you take a bite. "This is awful."

"You cooked it." He takes another bite. "And I hate to say it, but I've had worse."

You push your bowl away and mutter, "I didn't think rice could be so complicated. I followed the instructions and everything."

He takes another bite. "I can make decent rice. And udon."

"So between the two of us, there's only one good cook? Shameful."

He adds some salt to his bowl. "Neither of us ever has the time to cook anyway, so I don't know why you're surprised."

You shake your head and watch him. He's halfway through your abysmal culinary concoction and somehow not green in the face.

"You never talk about yourself," you tell him.

He avoids your eyes. "I'm not that interesting."

"But I am?"

"Yes." There's a quiet fierceness to his answer that makes your heart stutter.

"Tell me a secret about yourself."

It's his turn to study you. "A secret."

"That's what I said."

He considers you for a long moment before reaching up and undoing his shirt buttons. He turns his back to you and let's his shirt fall away.

You gasp. His tattoo covers his entire back. It's every bit as intricate as you suspected - there's lotus flowers between his shoulder blades and a spider inked below his ribcage.

But it's the snake that takes up most of the space. It curls and unwinds across his back, every scale painstakingly inked. It's hissing mouth rests on his shoulder blade, opposite his heart.

He flinches when you touch him, but doesn't ask you to stop. You run your fingertips up his back, tracing the snakes coiling body.

"It's incredible."

He doesn't answer you. Eventually your fingers come to rest on his neck.

He reaches back and takes hold of your wrist. He draws it forward and tilts his head to press a kiss against your pulse. You wonder if he can feel the way your heart jumps when he touches you.

"Do you want to know the real secret? I go home at night and lie awake thinking about you."

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his bare back. "What do you think about?"

He inhales sharply. "Your voice... your lips... your body."

You laugh a little and your warm breath on his skin makes him shiver. "You're shameless."

"Mattaku hajishirazuna [totally shameless]."

You tilt his head towards you and kiss his cheek.

You can feel him smile against your lips. When you pull away, he turns to you and cups your jaw.

Your Japanese has gotten better, but you don't understand what he whispers before he kisses you.

"Watashi Kazu anata ni koiwoshiteiru, soshite watashi wa tomaranai [I'm falling in love with you and I can't stop]."

He presses his lips against yours, so much hungrier this time. His hand slips from your cheek to the nape of your neck to pull you closer to him.

"My girl, my pretty girl. Hanaretakute mo hanare rarenakatta [I couldn't let you go even if I wanted to]."

He presses hot kisses against your throat. His grip on your neck almost painfully tight.

"Hitsuyōniōjite, anata no kyōdai ni wa nan-nen mo shakkin o showa seru koto ni narudeshou [gonna keep your brother in debt for years if I have to]."

The rest of his sentence is little more than a growl. "Nanrakano hōhō de anata ni watashi o aishite morau tsumoridesu [gonna make you love me back one way or another]."

The one downside of courting a yakuza is not understanding everything he says. But maybe it's safer that way.

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.

Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.

Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.

Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...

Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...

Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.

Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.

He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.

"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."

"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"

Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.

"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"

He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.

"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"

"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"

He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.

"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"

"It hurts... please–"

He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.

"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"

He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.

"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"

He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.

"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"

He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.

"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"

He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.

"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"

He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.

"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"

Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.

"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"

Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.

"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."

[bizarre-disjointed]

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