#of course this one had to go in here. also i officially dub this the

[firstroseofspring]

pablo neruda, your laughter

[moonbaby26]

Title: Blood and Feathers

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Pairing: Rosinante/Corazon x Fem!Reader x Doflamingo

Warnings: language, non con, dub con, size difference, reader is cheated on (not by the brothers), reader is stalked/abducted, reader is double teamed, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, animal instincts/behaviors, blood, violence, toxic relationships, breeding kink

Synopsis: Set in a modern!AU. You are an avian veterinarian dealing with a recent life upheaval. Years ago, you also had a traumatic experience with creatures mainstream science still denies as even existing. But memories of that night were soon buried, relegated to your dreams alone. Or so you had thought.

A/N: This oneshot was inspired both by @tuquidflamingo‘s gorgeous Harpy!Doffy fanart for Doffytober2024 Day 24:Mythical Here, and @froggiewrites’s terrifyingly sexy Siren!Doffy fic Mating Call Here. I needed more bird!Donquixotes after seeing those works and could not restrain myself. This was originally intended as monster/horror themed for Halloween as well, but I’m way late to the party (as usual 😅).

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“You poor darling. The boys haven’t been very nice to you have they?” You frowned to your newest patient. A female dove, slightly fearful in your grip as you held her gently from behind in a small towel within your hand.

The hallmarks of overbreeding were evident to you in all the missing feathers near the back of her head. 

Some single minded Lotharios within her previous enclosure had plucked her practically raw while doing their overeager business on her from behind no doubt.

“Remember. Men are all the same, sweetheart. They only care about one thing.” You mumbled, not particularly worried of how bitter you still sounded while you felt her chest and keel bone next. That bone’s prominence signaling her being rather underweight to your additional concern. 

Not that you’d been eating much either, or maintaining a healthy mindstate at all. Just like hers, your life had also gone quite to shit recently.

Just two days ago you’d come home early, only to find your boyfriend of the last few years balls deep and moaning within the newest assistant from his law office.

And you’d thought he really was going to have a heart attack when he’d finally seen you standing there.

But his new young lover had only smiled, cool as anything.

“Oops.” She’d said, still on top of your fiancé and almost sweetly staring over her shoulder at you.

Her long fingernails had left trails of raised scratches all over his chest and sides. Which you’d seen so distinctly as he’d sat up in a panic to plea to you.

Of course, there would have been no way he could have hidden that evidence later even if you hadn’t caught them in the act. 

As you’d dragged suitcases out and begun throwing what you could into them, he’d had the gall to swear to you too that it was both his first and last time with her. 

He’d even tried to blame her, as if he’d had no say in it all.

But you’d just taken your engagement ring off and thrown it so hard it’d ricocheted off of the wall and rolled to God knew where.

To whatever void your trust and self confidence had now plummeted into most likely.

Yet the apartment lease had only been in his name. So in just that single afternoon, you’d gone from daydreams of a winter wedding to officially homeless and with mascara running down both sides of your face. All with strangers staring at you on your march of shame back through the parking garage.

You didn’t even tell anyone afterward. Because you’d had no one close enough to you to tell.

You were living out of a hotel room now. Nowhere to land as of yet as you’d still went to your normal veterinary job uptown during the day. And to this volunteer time at the avian rehab center just outside of the city each night. 

The only consistently listening ears for you now were sick and troubled birds. Either domestic seizures from hoarding and animal cruelty cases like this dove, or sometimes just wild raptors and waterfowl that’d had an acute turn of bad luck.

You’d seen it all at one point or another. But every day was different. And yet only more of the same all at once.

Until tonight, when it absolutely wasn’t.

You were here alone. Staying much later than you normally would, because the company of the birds was still better than hearing your neighbors arguing through those thin hotel walls that were now all you had to go back to.

Besides this dove’s occasional cooing, and your own words of continued self pity, you also had a constant rotation of true crime podcasts, murder mysteries, and tales of the supernatural droning on from your phone still on the counter. 

It was very fitting for a rainy, cold night like this one.

And in a bit of a playful holiday segment in between those longer tales, it was then some of those two sentence horror stories.  

The narrator had just read one of your favorites in their best Vincent Price impersonation. 

“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. 

There was a knock on the door.”

You smirked of course. Your imagination flooding with all that unnamed man’s possible fates and an idea that he may actually deserve them now, before the lights abruptly went out above you.

Both you and the dove had startled with that plunge into darkness. But under the dim glow of the battery backup lights which came on after, around the fire exit signs, you quickly silenced those additional horror teases from your phone.

“Maybe they missed a power bill again.” You’d told the dove softly as you’d returned her to the temporary holding cages. 

Funding was always tight for a non profit like this. People just weren’t as giving when sick vultures and irritable corvids didn’t end up as marketable as sad kittens on the donation commercials.

But, this could also be the universe’s sign for you to give in and go home.

Wherever the hell home was supposed to be now.

You’d pulled your exam gloves inside out, trashing them before washing and drying your hands.

A coat, purse, and umbrella were all you had to gather before walking into that now near pitch black hallway.

There was only the slight squeak of your shoes on the linoleum floor for those few precious seconds of normalcy you’d had left. 

And then came the first metal bang.

Like a knock.

And the next one which followed it. 

Echoing through the darkness before you.

Something heavy and urgent was slamming against the metal door which led to the rear parking lot.

The parking lot that backed up to the woods. Where your car and thereby only way back to the city now was.

Even then, the logic in you still refused to fully slip however. Though your heart did beat far faster in your confusion.

You could hear many birds beginning to rustle in their cages in other rooms, bothered by the new noises as well.

You wanted to comfort them, but you knew they wouldn’t understand.

Did you even understand?

You still had your phone of course. You could call the police and just wait here, locked inside if you were actually that afraid.

But outside of the city limits like this, response time would be awful unless you’d be lucky enough that a random patrol car may be nearby.

You didn’t want some judgmental cop showing up thirty minutes from now, to look at you like you were a complete idiot if you said just being in the dark with strange noises was enough to have you needing rescue.

Your hand was already in your purse though, fingers around the beveled case of your phone as everything went silent again.

And then you heard the door pull open.

That door was an exit only. If another volunteer had forgotten something or come back this late for any other reason, they’d have taken the side path up to the front and unlocked the front door instead just as you had a couple of hours ago.

There was no key to the back door. It was always locked on the outside.

Unless the latch had just been broken off.

Which would explain the banging.

Your heart was moving into your throat by then as you’d sidestepped into the nearest room in the dark.

It was this facility’s single operating room.

And by some grace above you didn’t run into anything. You squatted with your back to the wall as you fumbled to pull your phone fully from your purse.

You couldn’t remember if the emergency dispatch in this area was setup to accept text messages like they could in the city.

If you spoke into this silence to call someone, it’d be the equivalent to screaming though.

Your hands were shaking as you typed instead.

And it was additionally cruel really.

Because your mind hadn’t yet overwritten years worth of habit, even as much as he’d hurt you.

You found yourself texting your ex.

<break in. call police. the rehab. help>

Your fingers moved faster than you thought you’d ever commanded them to then. You’d hit send and watched as that message changed to delivered.

And then…

You heard that stupid trill of his phone from the hallway. 

That custom alert you’d heard far too many times to count as his phone had always gone off at all hours from important clients in the duration you’d been together.

Your brain stuttered.

And you heard a female’s laugh.

“Oh, that is embarrassing…” Said the somehow familiar female voice. It was equal parts amusement and mockery now. “She’s still here alright.”

And then a man whose voice you did not recognize, called your name outright before you could think any further. “Please, (Y/N)…there’s no reason to make this harder than it has to be. Please just come out. We’re not going to hurt you.”

But the woman quickly disagreed with him. “No. He said we could do this however we needed to. We’d still be outside in the rain if it was all up to you.”

“Be silent. I’m trying to listen.” The man retorted, yet with his voice lowering to match her own irritation.

“Hmm…no. Not needed. I already smell her.” Came her even sharper response after just another moment. 

And you heard something clicking on the tile at that, faster than you could believe as it ran closer.

“Monet!” The male voice was right behind it though, dropping into a range more akin to a snarl before a shadow came bursting through that open operating room door towards you.

You knew her name.

In the emergency lighting you only had a moment to see a glimpse of her once beautiful face too, contorted into a ferocity more akin to a rabid animal before she lunged down to meet you at your still crouched position. 

Her slender hand had closed around your airway as if it were all second nature.

Fingernails too sharp to be real dug in as she forced your back onto the ground.

You were choking. And staring up into the now wild eyes of your ex-fiancé’s young assistant.

Monet.

The girl he’d fucked right in front of you just two days ago.

But then she was gone. Swatted away as if she were nothing in one audible hit.

Your throat was still stinging, scratched but not wholly cut as you tried to sit up in a renewed rush of adrenaline.

“Just take her car and go goddammit! You’re going to tear this place apart if you can’t control yourself! This is exactly why I wanted you to wait outside!” That male voice now had a clear source as well. He stood easily over the both of you. Still with his hand that had struck her splayed out like a claw.

What had to be light blond hair hung messily in his angry eyes as he took your purse and threw it at her.

“Take her car back to her hotel! Keep her phone, and make sure she didn’t call anyone!”

It was like he was scolding a child now, as if she had already been told a thousand times how this all should be.

But she was panting, smiling at him even as she did.

“I just want a taste…for all of our trouble.” She breathed.

And he stepped further between the two of you.

“I said no.”

She hissed through her teeth, but you saw him straighten up in response. His lean body seeming to tighten even more in the dark.

“Go!” And that order was truly a snarl from him that time.

Her eyes widened and she clawed the floor, briefly on all fours before scurrying back up. 

You could not see her feet clearly in the shadows, but you heard them.

That same clicking sound that had come from the hall before she’d run in.

Like talons moving across the ground.

You didn’t realize how much you were still shaking either before that man’s rock solid grip had grabbed you next.

You were pulled up by your arm.

And Monet was already gone with your purse, meaning she had your keys and phone as well.

She’d had your ex’s phone too.

Was he even alive any longer?

A sound of desperation left you as this tall man forced you down the hall and to that exit door they’d first broken in through.

You’d known it all had to be purposeful then. 

When the power had been cut, the two outdoor security cameras would have gone down as well.

No one would ever see him dragging you out of this door and into the rainy night.

They’d likely waste days interviewing people at the hotel instead once Monet returned your car there.

People you’d never even made eye contact with long enough for them to remember your face would just shrug and say they hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

No one would ever find your body.

“Walk.” His voice was still harsh as he’d hurried you outside, across the parking lot, and immediately down a muddied path into the woods.

It wasn’t clear which direction he’d even taken you in after just a few minutes.

In the dark, the trails all looked the same. And you could only watch as his clothes hung on him, dripping in the light rain.

The forest had gone silent save for that rain and the two of you. As all animals often quieted when an apex predator moved through.

He was oddly barefoot too, striding across the wet and fallen leaves. Just in pants and a t-shirt which now stuck across his broad chest.

“You really don’t remember me at all, do you?” He asked suddenly.

And you were still floundering mentally, trying to keep up with his long legs in the darkness.

“My real name is Rosinante.” He said in lack of any answer from you though. “We’ve met before.” And his large hand squeezed your arm tighter. 

He sounded like his frustration was only growing. His next words were especially accusatory. “If I’d had any idea you were still this close to the mountains…why didn’t you leave?”

His grip hurt, and you were stumbling often now, just trying to keep up.

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want.” You stammered, sounding so pathetic that it easily could have been a stranger’s voice in your ears then.

“I didn’t want him to find you!” He shot back. And at last his relentless pace began to slow. “I thought you moved away! Why the hell would you come back here!?”

And only then was something finally beginning to click within your memories. 

Because it was that desperation in his voice. 

Even if that tone was so much deeper now than the boy’s it reminded you of.

“…Cora?” You asked, your eyes wide while you stared up at this frightening man.

But he looked like something had just broken within him as you’d called him that. He’d stopped walking entirely, and you saw the true pain which crossed his face.

A lean, handsome face, with messy blond hair and rainwater dripping down in a way that could have easily been mistaken for tears.

Tears just like the young blond you’d found crying alone in the forest one summer.

The teen who’d said he didn’t know what to do any longer. And that he’d missed his parents so much and he just couldn’t keep pretending.

You’d thought he was a runaway. But he’d seemed so close to your own age, you hadn’t ratted him out to your aunt and cousins you’d been staying with in the mountain cabin that summer.

You’d snuck him food instead, and for those few months that summer break, you had hiked out to visit him every day at your and his secret rendezvous spot.

Eventually he’d said you could call him Corazon, or Cora for short. It meant “heart” in Spanish. The native language from wherever he had really fled from. And a nickname his late mother had given him.

Her little heart.

But he had a big one. Because he was so kind to you. Something you hadn’t been used to. And you’d both loved exploring and talking together for hours on end.

He’d even taught you a special whistle and song he’d said had also come from his mother and original home.

And so often at night you would hear that sound as you’d snuck from your bedroom to see him over and over again.

He’d known you loved birds by then. That you had dreams of going to school to learn more to help as many of them as you could someday.

But when you’d follow that special sound to find him at night, he’d also point right to where any owl or other raptor you’d missed during the day was hiding that he had found. 

Just so that you could see them too.

But near the end of that summer, you’d told him you’d have to be going back to the city soon. School would be starting again. You hadn’t finished high school yet. But you’d definitely come back next summer before going to college. You’d promised him that.

He’d seemed so sad regardless though, and that had hurt you too.

He’d even disappeared for a few days. You had gotten worried.

But on one of those last nights, you’d heard that special sound again.

So of course you had rushed to it.

But Corazon hadn’t been there.

A laugh had come from above you instead in the darkness.

One you could never forget just before you’d thought part of a tree had somehow fallen down on you.

Because your breath had been gone, a heavy weight impacting your chest with a crack of your ribs.

You couldn’t even scream. The splayed claws that had first struck your chest, had then spread for thin legs to straddle you as your back had hit the dirt.

And then it had bitten you.

Straight through your shirt and over the top of your shoulder. 

Your arms had come up uselessly as those fangs had sunken in.

Yet one of your hands had raked against thick, soft feathers, while the other had caught into spiked blond hair.

Utterly nonsensical in those contrasting parts between human and animal as its wings had encircled you.

But the creature had groaned at your every touch. With its long tongue then lapping at your blood running from the flesh it had broken.   

All while bony hips in torn capris pants had begun to move purposefully against your pajamas.

You hadn’t known what to do. 

You’d just remembered feeling warm.

But so afraid.

And confused.

And then a furious screech like no bird you had ever heard, came diving down like retribution from the sky. 

Loud enough that your attacker had had to look upward. His young face framed in your blood within the moonlight while he’d grinned to the heavens.

He’d been terrifying.

He’d also been beautiful.

But the two monsters had collided. Wings had scraped the ground, flapping violently while talons had tangled, striking each other’s bare torsos over and over as they’d rolled away from you.

The sounds had been fully inhuman, hissing and screaming with splatters of their blood then mixing with yours already on the ground.

Yet you’d been frozen amongst that raw violence.

“Go!” The one with the solid black wings had called out hoarsely though. While it’d tried to even briefly pin down the other one that had attacked you. That slightly larger creature whose wings had been both a dark pink and black.

The one that had still had pieces of your skin within his scowling maw.

“Please! Go and never come back!” The finality and heartbreak in that plea from your strange protector had also been seared into your memories that night.

The same voice that was now years older, with eyes that much sadder as Corazon still stared down at you in the present day.

“It is you.” You spoke in quiet shock. “You’re okay.”

“Why would you come back!?” He demanded again though, regardless of your sudden realization. “He saw your face in all those damned pictures Monet brought to him! He’s been trying to get leverage on everyone from the district attorney’s office all year. Information about their spouses, their kids, and…”

He sneered. His teeth had grit together. And you’d never seen that expression on Corazon.

He was so angry with you.

“You were really going to marry that spineless piece of shit from the D.A.’s office!? He sold you out in a heartbeat! Where you worked, where you were staying…everything. Doffy didn’t even have to touch him! He works for him now!”

Doffy.

His brother Doflamingo?

Corazon had told you long before the attack back then that he’d had an older brother.

The one he had really been running from when you’d first met.

But Doflamingo had caught up to you both in the end.

Even if you hadn’t fully understood it then.

Because you hadn’t known what Corazon truly was.

“I did move away, Cora. I got sent to freaking therapy because my family thought I was acting out for attention!” You blurted defensively.

They’d blamed you for sneaking out. Everyone had told you over and over that it’d only been a rabid bobcat, or a coyote, something like that that had gotten a hold of you that night.

The rabies shots that followed had been an awful regimen. But the shouts that you were just a delusional teenager making up stories about boys with bird wings had been even worse.

It’d been like being branded somehow. 

A permanent outcast.

And truly, you had been marked. The bite scars on your shoulder were still why you’d never wear a tank top or a swimsuit in public.

Yes, right after veterinary school you’d settled for the first man who hadn’t utterly despised you. Your standards had been that low.

But he’d still wanted to chase money and status, and to take his law degree back to the most populated part of the region to accomplish that.

So it was either break up or follow him back towards this place you’d once run from.

Yet how could you know any of this would ever actually find you again? That had been years ago.

Why would they even still remember you?

“You really don’t get it. Do you?” Corazon answered to that disbelief still on your face. “I swore to Doffy that if he let you go that night, I’d never run from him again. That I’d submit and serve him just the way he’s always expected the whole world to.” But he made another sound of disgust, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I really am. But I can’t stop him again. There’s nothing else he wants that he doesn’t already have this time.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I have everything I want.”

Your eyes had still been trained on Corazon, so you didn’t miss the way he immediately bristled at the new voice.

Cora stood at his full height then too, looking up to the branches above with hatred etched on his face.

And the monster laughed in response.

Just like that night as your insides twisted for the sound.

But also like Cora’s voice, that laugh was deeper now too.

Even more menacing.

They had both grown up. 

And now you were all together again.

You moved behind Corazon instinctively as Doflamingo leapt down from the branches overhead.

He landed, letting those massive wings spread as he straightened up.

It was a purposeful display of power and size you were sure while he grinned wide. 

The whites of his fangs reflected the remaining moonlight almost as much as that single glowing red eye of his. The other eye had been scarred, taken from him long ago.

“Do you know how rare it is for me to come play in the mud with the rest of you any longer?” Doflamingo taunted, crouching a little then to better see you around Corazon’s tall frame. 

Yet just like back then, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on that creature either. It was all tan skin, stretched tight over bones and muscle as you could see his every breath. 

He was only in dark pants that looked as if they were once the bottom of an expensive, tailored suit.

The mockery of the perfect male form really. Almost human in his silhouette, save for those grand wings where arms should have been, the tail feathers which ran out from the small of his back, and the thinner, scaled over legs coming from the bottom of his pants cuffs. With splayed feet ending in razor sharp talons which now sank into the wet ground beneath him.

His weight shifted, as if he didn’t much like that feel of the dirt either. “I’d prefer meeting in my penthouse on East 22nd these days.” Doflamingo taunted as proof of that observation. “But…I thought this reunion might get a bit messy. And we did just have new carpets put in.”

“I told you I’d bring her to the lakehouse though just as you’d asked. Why are you out here already!?” Corazon barked abruptly anyway, yet you could hear that edge of renewed fear already beginning in his voice.

Doflamingo’s head tilted slightly, that amusement only growing in response. “Well, I was feeling nostalgic. How long has it been, Rosi? Since you and I really got to catch prey together?”

“We’re not doing anything like that!” Cora growled immediately.

“Feh. Quit pretending, little brother. And quit hiding who you really are.” He scolded Corazon outright that time. “This is what you want too, and we both know it. You wanted it that night as well. I was only trying to show you where to start.”

“You were going to kill her!” Cora breathed out. His hands had tightened into fists.

“Not necessarily,” Doflamingo still corrected, condescending as anything. “Actually, I doubt I would have. Don’t you remember why?” And an even deeper cruelty began to seep out with those words.

Something Corazon apparently understood that you did not.

“Shut up!” 

“Oh, stop it. We were young, yes. But not in nature’s eyes. She wouldn’t have smelled that way if-“

“I said shut up!”

And Doflamingo laughed again. “You should have been guarding her better then. Instead of running away to hide just because she was ready that night. She came right to me after all…”

“Because you tricked her!”

“You taught her our call…why wouldn’t I use it?”

The special sound.

And Doflamingo did it suddenly then.

His expression changed.

You could mimic it, but not the way they did. It came up from deep within their chests. Like a music note in its pleasantness to you.

You’d ran from your bed many a summer night to find Cora making that sound for you deep within the woods.

And you’d never really wondered why no one else in the cabin had seemed to notice or wake like you did.

Like this song was only meant for you.

It made your body feel warm again. It made you want to follow.

“Stop it!” Cora’s anger snapped you from your daze.

And only then did you realize you had begun to walk towards his brother.

Doflamingo frowned as Corazon had pushed you back behind him once more.

“You are the shining beacon of utter futility, Rosinante. As always.” He tutted, pausing only a moment longer as he readjusted his rain dampened feathers with some frustration.

The weather had changed to more of a hanging mist now. And you knew it was still cold out here. But you didn’t feel it much anymore.

You were still trying to process what Doflamingo had tried to say. 

She wouldn’t have smelled that way if-

Had they been fighting over you because…

“Come on, Rosi. I’ve been more than fair here. Stop stalling and change already.” Doflamingo warned a bit more impatiently then, pulling those pink and black wings back closer towards his bare torso.

As if he was just now noticing the cold himself.

“But why does it have to be her!? You could have anyone…just…pick someone else, Doffy!” 

And even as a grown man now, you could still hear so much of that boy within Corazon.

Doflamingo evidently heard it too. “Quit whining!” Was what he snapped back. “I’m tired of seeing you mope around! Gutless and useless…this isn’t solely for me. Over and over you tell me how selfish I am. How cruel I am. And yet I put something desirable out for you, practically force feed it to you, and still you complain!”

“Because she has a right to choose her own mate!”

“What? Like that coward she was already living with? You’d let a rodent like him usurp what’s yours!?”

“She’s NOT property! She…she’s-”

“She’s tired of listening to this drivel.” Doflamingo sneered.

And it was all begun there in an instant.

In one lunge and kick, the elder brother had cast his physical lesser decisively to the side.

Your shield was gone.

And you were slammed against the then splintering bark of a tree as that wet maw opened right against your face.

The pain of the hit had made your body try to gasp. But it was as if Doflamingo had known that was exactly what you would do, with his tongue ready to make that his invitation as he forced his way in.

That tongue was warm and long as his wings closed around you.

You were trapped against the tree.

With the sheer heat of his body making you hypersensitive for every place he now pressed himself against you.

This was real.

This was going to happen this time.

And you tasted something metallic on his tongue aa well. A mix of blood and earthiness, warm and purposeful as his fangs bumped against your own far duller teeth.

He had made sure your mouth stayed open long enough as you felt something heavier than his spit slide into it.

“Swallow.” Doflamingo whispered, with his wet lips then still against yours while you felt that odd mixture hit the back of your throat.

You knew exactly what that was.

And what it meant to accept it.

Corazon called your name from somewhere so close as he’d stood again. But there was nothing else he could do.

You didn’t want Cora to be hurt either though. You didn’t want to ever have to leave him alone with his brother again.

But this was the price of staying.

And you were finally willing to make that deal.

Even if it now pleased the devil himself.

Doflamingo did growl in satisfaction too, his face briefly nuzzling down against yours once you had breathed in again, signaling your throat was clear.

He’d just fed you for the very first time.

A familial intimacy reserved only for those most dear.

“Change and hold her for me, Rosi.” Came the command to his brother which followed.

But you couldn’t look away from him. 

Doflamingo had straightened his back again. That red eye gleaming down at you.

“My little Corazon has missed you for so long…but I think he still needs convincing to let that out. So let’s help him. Together. You do want to help him…don’t you, my sweet?” And Doflamingo’s voice was taking on a bit of that special resonance again.

As he stepped back away from the tree, you did follow without being stopped this time. His soft wings grazed your sides. 

It felt so very good.

You wanted to bury yourself within the affection of those wings and never rise to see the light again.

But Doflamingo lowered them as he led you further.

Enough that you could now fully see Corazon again.

Corazon with that stricken look of devastation, as if he were watching your death in slow motion right before him. With his eyes even damper now than the weather could possibly be blamed for.

That stab of pain within you for your realization of what he was actually enduring carried even through Doflamingo’s spell on you then.

Your lip quivered. “It’s alright, Cora…” You pleaded softly. “Just do as he says…I’m okay.”

And Doflamingo chuckled.

The heartbreak between the two of you only seemed to fuel him further.

“See? She already forgives you. So show her what you really are. Let’s finish this.” Doflamingo ordered his brother even more darkly.

You both understood the threat behind those words if either of you should dare disobey him. 

Cora’s spirit was visibly crumbling.

Which made you feel all the more desperate to touch him, to comfort him.

You had missed him so much too, almost having started to believe that that part of your life really had been some sort of self induced hallucination over the years.

That you hadn’t experienced your very first feelings of romantic love with some blond, teen runaway in the woods one summer.

That you actually were just crazy.

“It’s okay.” You reiterated to him. And Doflamingo allowed you to reach for Cora.

The younger brother did take your outstretched hand for a moment too. He squeezed it tightly in his larger one as his eyes offered you a last look of misery.

But that grip was already changing. 

He had seemingly accepted your choice.

Corazon’s pale skin began to darken along his arms. The shirt he wore which had already been badly torn from Doflamingo’s earlier kick, he now used his other hand to rip off completely.

That fabric was discarded like trash as he then stood before you in only pants, the same as his brother.

And the prior lack of shoes made all the sense in the world as you saw the skin of his feet scaling over and those talons forming against the ground as well.

But the thing that captured your attention the most were the feathers as they began to bud. Piercing through the then fully darkened skin of his arms one by one as cartilage loudly popped and bones shifted.

Corazon’s arms elongated in time with his legs, that wingspan taking shape as he finally let go of your hand to spread those emerging flight feathers before they could touch the ground.

They were all solid black, yet with a rich shine as each moved into its place. His new tail fanned out behind him as well, hanging over the back top of his pants.

He was gorgeous, like a god even. 

But with glowing red eyes, fangs, and all as you noticed the submissive way he still kept his head down regardless once the transformation was complete.

Like his brother too, Corazon’s bare torso which remained, was all sinew and purpose. Every muscle so clearly defined as he breathed in deeply in his anxiety for your judgment.

But he was no monster to you now.

He was a miracle of nature.

“I like the real you.” You told him gently.

And you saw that true surprise flicker through Corazon’s eyes.

Yet Doflamingo’s impatience had to interrupt. 

With his equally long bird’s legs, the remaining distance was crossed in a single stride by him. Doflamingo pushed your smaller body roughly against his younger brother’s.

“Now, is everyone comfortable here?” Doflamingo grinned once more as Corazon caught you instinctively against his wings.

Both of them had to keep their legs bent, squatted really just to keep from towering over you in their true forms.

But neither seemed to mind the inherent size difference either.

By the predatory gleam in Doflamingo’s eye, he surely didn’t.

And before you could fully acclimate, your back was now against Corazon’s abdomen while Doflamingo pinned you from the front.

You were caught between them as wings flared and you heard Cora’s fangs hitting together above your head as he snapped at his brother in reflex, not wanting him this close.

“Hush.” Doflamingo’s lack of any real anger in response this time only highlighted the implied power difference which still remained between them. “I’ll put you back to the ground in an instant if you wish.” He reminded.

Yet it was all overwhelming to you already. Just the combination of their body heats and scents mixing together even before you felt that first movement of Doflamingo’s hips against yours.

“Put those dextrous little fingers to good use, sweet girl.” He ordered then, shifting his hips again to try and rub the waistband of his pants against your hand. “The stronger male always gets first rights of course.”

And you felt Corazon’s body tense with disgust. As if he was going to try and fight for your sake anyway.

Which you still couldn’t allow.

Because you knew he wouldn’t give up until Doflamingo had made him into a bloody pulp.

Corazon still cared for you that much.

Just as you cared for him enough to prevent that fate. 

“It’s alright. I do want this.” You said as loud as the brief rise of your own bravery would allow.

Corazon took a harsh breath.

But Doflamingo just pushed what was now an obvious bulge harder against your hand in response.

“Smart little thing.” He taunted as your fingers first made it to the button of his pants.

It was all you could do to keep your hands from trembling though as you undid that button and lowered the zipper to free what was growing for you beneath.

You didn’t know what to fully expect of course when dealing with someone that was neither fully man or beast.

Yet your intuition told you not to hesitate. That hesitation would only risk his violence returning. Doflamingo wanted you to touch him immediately as your fingers ran down that muscular V shape which dipped from his navel to his pubic region.

He wore no underwear. But there wasn’t any coarse hair there either to protect him. Just the slightest bit of downy underlayer as the pads of your fingertips found and massaged through it.

It was more wispy fluff than actual feather, soft as anything you’d ever felt as he leaned his head back in clear pleasure.

Of course, you couldn’t avoid the thick base which emerged from that softness either.

Further hardening so quickly as it kept rising up once freed.

His long cock bumped against your stomach in no time, thick and twitching once already.

It looked familiar enough, save for the damn size of it that you didn’t know how the hell you wouldn’t be injured by.

“Everything off. Now.” Doflamingo growled abruptly though. Foreplay not seeming to be a priority for him in this moment as you were then ordered to disrobe.

And Corazon had gone silent now. 

You could still feel the tension of Cora against your back before you began to undress.

Your own humiliation certainly didn’t matter to you by this point though. That would be the least of your problems as pieces of your clothing hit the wet ground one after another.

Coat, shoes, shirt, pants, and underwear were all quickly put out of the way. Until it was just you and all that you were in the cold night air.

“Don’t cover her. I want to see it all.” Doflamingo warned his brother immediately though as Corazon’s wings had tried to shift against you. 

And the little bit of room that Doflamingo had allowed you in order to undress was swiftly taken back as he now pressed you skin to skin as soon as he could.

“Yes…this is what we should have done years ago. If my little brother hadn’t been such a prude with a stick up his ass.”

Corazon growled lowly to that. 

But notably, he made no move to stop his brother this time as Doflamingo kept rubbing his cock against your skin. The head of it had begun to weep. Yet Doflamingo’s gaze had now focused onto that prominent scar on your shoulder.

The one his own fangs had previously given you.

“Did Rosi ever tell you that our kind can’t procreate on their own?” Doflamingo questioned teasingly then, seemingly at random as his tongue ran out over that scar, almost with a reverence while he licked your shoulder until it glistened with his saliva. “You see…if you breed two winged parents together, all they’ll have is miscarriages. But one winged parent and a human…”

“Doffy.” Corazon warned with his own wings still staying protectively close. “That doesn’t matter right now. Just don’t hurt her.”

“It’ll matter eventually.” Doflamingo contested with a lustful smirk.

And your knees were feeling weaker as the boys did this routine again. Falling into that lopsided codependency they had for one another, bickering even with you pressed right between them.

It was a toxic bond they shared and were so determined to now add you to.

Just like Doflamingo had first tried to back then.

But even he had gained some maturity in the time between. Evidenced by the way he first teased the head of himself at your already surprisingly wet entrance instead of just plunging straight inside.

Whether that wetness was your body’s attempt at self preservation or your own willful desire, you weren’t yet sure.

But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. That was clear as he finally began to slowly push his way in.

And when you made that first sound of pain, stretching too much almost immediately, Doflamingo actually paused.

The feathers of his wings ruffled. Somehow the brothers were now tolerating each other enough to not react when their wings bumped one another either.

Yet Corazon’s chest hummed against your back as you felt him bend to put his lips against your neck, near your ear in response to your pain.

“Relax…I’m here.” He promised, even then still trying to protect you.

And you exhaled, feeling that inner warmth once more. Corazon was using that special tone again, resonating through you as you rested your head back against him.

Cora was soothing you as his brother began to push again.

Your were fully walled in too. Corazon’s chest to your back, against him with your thighs spread for his brother. And Doflamingo in front, taking that offering, his legs bent enough for your hips to line up as he slid in deeper and deeper.

And both their wings were to your sides. They were holding you up together as Doflamingo at last bottomed out against your cervix.

You felt like he could have split you in two if he had wanted to.

But Cora’s song just continued, calming and satisfying as you stared up at Doflamingo while he let out a surprising whine with you clenched so tightly around his extraordinary cock.

“Oh…oh, fuck she feels so good.” Doflamingo breathed next. “Keep her calm…I have to move. Keep her just like this.” He was still instructing Corazon even as his sharp hips began to slowly, ever so slowly, slide back and then forward again. The skin of his cock was dragging against your insides.

And you shuddered. Everything felt like more than you could possibly take. 

But Doflamingo’s initial whine soon became moans. He was falling apart even faster than you as his wings closed tighter around you and his movements increased.

His feathers kept shifting, his pupil was dilating.

Yet as he almost grimaced in what appeared to be an abrupt brush with overstimulation, you had your very first inkling that they did not get to use these true forms often.

This was a rare intimacy. 

Maybe even completely unique for them.

The opportunity to be with a partner in their actual bodies. With all the heightened senses and raw feelings that must entail.

You were barely even a participant, and yet you were overwhelming Doflamingo as he slouched forward with his hips still pumping.

His chin was resting on one of your shoulders then, while Corazon’s was resting on your other from the opposite direction.

“I can’t even…hell, I can’t…” Doflamingo nearly laughed in disbelief.

And you felt him tremble all over as he thrust briefly harder, much rougher then as you cried out a little. But only for three or four more deep hits before his hips stilled abruptly.

The heat inside was immediate, spilling out into you as Doflamingo held himself in as close to the hilt as he could be.

But he was too big to be flush against you, just doing his best as he buried his face beside yours and you already felt his excess seed running out down your thighs to drip onto the ground.

The forest was so quiet again. Save for Doflamingo’s uneven breaths.

“Dammit…” He cursed quietly, sounding an odd mix of both placated and highly disappointed. “I need to try again. That wasn’t enough.”

But you were still aching, regardless of Doflamingo already softening within you from what he perceived as a premature release.

“No. You already came. It counts.” Corazon’s voice returned then and there however. His wings were trying to push Doflamingo’s further away.

And those wingtips were far more prehensile than a normal bird’s once Cora decided to just pull you away from his brother instead by your waist not long after. 

It made a lewd sound when Doflamingo’s wet cock slid out of you with that sudden increase in distance. Then hanging soft in a mess of both your fluids between his legs.

He glowered at Corazon as your warmth was removed from his body once more. 

And you feared they would now fight again.

Doflamingo did briefly bare his fangs. 

But Cora had turned you to face only him then as he moved his wings to push against the side of his own pants next.

You weren’t even done dripping from his brother yet. But you saw the full desire now in Corazon���s eyes.

He’d had to watch everything. 

And he had needs too.

Ones you were sure he had been too afraid to ever tell you up until tonight.

“Here.” You reached out, helping Cora as you tugged at his pants to slip them the rest of the way off of his hips.

Fair was fair.

What you did for one brother, you knew you had to do for the other.

Even if Doflamingo was now finding the concept of waiting for his second turn much more difficult than he’d originally envisioned. 

Corazon was wearing boxers. Ones that already looked a bit too tight for him just as you felt Doflamingo step back behind you.

Cora clearly bristled, not appreciating that. But you did your best to deescalate them again.

They had their own hierarchy and rules as all flocks did you were sure.

Doflamingo was the leader of them all without question. But his own neediness and vulnerabilities were far more apparent to you now.

It was a bold risk, and you didn’t move too quickly. But you did reach behind you then to massage your hand along Doflamingo’s hip and thigh. Acknowledging him at your back, and rewarding even his few moments of patience with physical touch.

Maybe that affection had surprised him.

He’d stilled again either way, and that was all the time that Corazon had needed to slide his own underwear down enough to uncover himself.

Your face felt flushed at the sight. 

Because Cora was already rock hard. Perhaps not the full length of his brother, but no less intimidating for you.

With Doflamingo still right there however, Cora didn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t lose this opportunity.

You gasped as Corazon pressed himself right into the wetness his brother had already made within you.

Your insides stretched and filled tight as anything all over again as Cora breathed your name and began immediately rocking his hips.

Doflamingo was then growling behind you in jealous response, so your hand had to move back between his legs to stimulate him too. 

You were fondling the older brother’s still softened shaft as he twitched it wantingly in your palm.

While the younger brother quickly fell into a deep rhythm inside of you, pumping your bodies together as nature had always intended.

It didn’t even feel wrong.

Because they both needed you.

And you needed them.

Or you would now.

And as Corazon scraped inside you just right, steady and sure, your orgasm was quickly building even while Doflamingo began to stiffen again within your hand.

You just stroked him harder in rhythm to his brother’s thrusts.

You could see the future already. 

There would be babies.

Multiple babies.

One mother, two different fathers. 

Nature was like that sometimes. Especially with a rare species that needed all the help it could get.

It’d just be easier to share the resources. To have two strong mates protecting you instead of only one.

Doflamingo was already getting ready to cum again too. You could hear it in his panting as he fucked your hand so roughly then.

But it was the combination of Cora’s steady pumping and Doflamingo’s desperate movements that finally sent you over the edge.

You felt your channel spasm around Cora, who repaid that pleasure immediately with a hard shudder as he released his own seed in powerful shots to mix with what you’d already received from his brother.

Corazon did get it all in, just barely though before those pink wings were grabbing you backward abruptly. 

Yet again you were pulled off of a wet cock that had just finished as Doflamingo slid himself right back into your now fully swollen folds from behind.

His wings pushed you, then making you bend forward at the waist so he could fully mount you from behind this time. You didn’t even have the chance to recover from the orgasm you’d just had before Doflamingo was pounding you so hard against your ass.

You were panting too, trembling for the contrast of his soft wings holding you up on the outside while he utterly wrecked you on the inside.

“Come on…I need you to cum on me too…I’m not stopping this until you do.” Doflamingo threatened you. Evidently not at all missing your visible orgasm had with Corazon inside you moments prior.

Yes, everything was always going to be this way too you were sure. Doflamingo would have to have the final word, the final touch. He might share only with his brother. But everything still had to start and end with him.

He was the dominant male of this territory.

“Doflamingo…” You tried his name in some very minor bid for mercy. You couldn’t think straight enough to will another orgasm back out so soon.

But you had to.

You glanced back up towards Corazon, who still seemed a bit dazed from his own release.

But his eyes did meet yours, even as his brother now fucked you raw from only footsteps away.

Yet, it wasn’t the full sadness from earlier in Cora’s stare any longer. You saw real lust for you still so heavy in those red eyes then. That look which said he would also love to do this to you if you’d only ask him for it.

Corazon would do anything you wanted him to going forward.

And that thought was enough to bring the coil of warmth into your stomach again. 

You were going to be fine. You would survive.

You’d never have to sit in a room alone again either and worry about who or what future awaited you on the other side.

Because your monsters were already here. And they had chosen you.

You moaned loudly. Both of these men in your mind, together again while that pleasure sent your body into ecstasy one more time.

You came with that cry for Doflamingo as he orgasmed gladly in return to flood your poor channel yet again with his seed. 

Your abused cunt was dripping and your body shaking before Doflamingo pulled you fully back against his chest, wrapping his warm wings around you protectively.

His voice was a bit uneven, matching his rough breathing now. “Let’s go home then. All three of us. Tonight and forever.”

And Corazon smiled slightly at last to that rare sentiment. A remarkable expression in its own right. 

Because maybe Cora was finally realizing as you had that the worst was not truly the worst.

Doflamingo wasn’t going to let anything happen to you now.

This deal had been made and the ink was already dry.

Cora used his feathers to awkwardly pull up his underwear and pants before he idly began collecting your clothing for you soon after.

“You’re going to need bigger beds then, Doffy. Both at the lakehouse and the penthouse.” Corazon said quietly as he looked back to the two of you who were still recovering.

Doflamingo smirked, not disagreeing this time. “That’d be much easier than arguing whose bed she’ll get in each night, wouldn’t it?”

You’d lay with them both of course.

But Doflamingo nipped your ear for good measure too as his feathers rubbed more possessively across your abdomen.

“Yes. We’ll have quite a nest going on soon enough.” He grinned wide in anticipation of this truth. “Little ones never like to sleep alone either after all.”

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End.

Thank you for reading! ❤️🎃

A/N: The two sentence horror story quoted in the beginning is “Knock” by Fredric Brown.

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[If you need to be mean] chapter 2

Chapter 1

Konig decided to meet his new favorite civilian at the cafe you work at. Unfortunately for both of you, you're both socially awkward. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig's perspective

— Did something good happen, colonel? You are practically shining. 

Horangi always had this special ability of telling nonsense with the most serious face and deep voice. He also was the only one in his unit to ever be brave enough to joke with his superior – even though all the other KorTac members usually don’t risk their asses to be put on fire list because of some silly joke. He is the closest König has to a friend – and it’s kinda sad, actually, that a broken gambling addict is the only person who can read his emotions so well, even with his hood and permanently sour expression. 

But something good did happen – you happen, of course. 

He spend a few days of self-reflecting, drinking and punching training manekens in the gym, trying so fucking hard to put your adorable civillian face out of his mind. You were out of sight alright, but the way your features would get distorted into something even more adorable every time he closed his eyes, was concerning. He dealt with those little obsessions before – nothing that a few good rounds of jerking off until he would feel nothing but emptiness and hatred to himself couldn’t handle. He surely can’t fall that deep down, he only saw you for like an hour and it was literally three days ago! 

— I read your reports about the last terrorist encounter. Good job, Horangi. 

— And I heard about that civilian girl you pulled, sir. Thought we are bringing those to the police, not their houses. 

— I had to make sure she wasn't a spy. 

— And she wasn’t? 

König thinks – would be far easier if he would have an official, legal reason to keep you locked up on the base without the right to come out. Would be far easier for him to just think about you as an enemy, so he would have normal reasons for thinking about you constantly, and not feeling guilty. It’s normal to think so much about your enemies – this is what keeps you alive on the field, if you can determine their shortcomings early and make sure that you can fight them. He would love having you as an enemy – it would at least give him some info before starting obsession over little ol’ you. 

— No. 

— That would give us at least some lead to the terrorist cell. Feels like all locals are protecting them from it. 

— I understand your frustration. But at least they are not cutting our pay. 

— We might as well rebel if they’d try to. 

— We are not stepping on terrorist’s route. 

— I was joking, sir. Only thing that’s left here except for card games. 

Horangi hates stationing in this country as much as König is – and, given that he is a sergeant and doesn’t have as much rank expectations, can talk about this openly. This operation is perfect except for the lack of intel, lack of action and lack of basically anything to do – the local forces are handling minor threats, while mercs here are mostly to show off how the government has money to hire them. KorTac would pay for actually having to fight some bad guys around here – but the bigger ones are hiding and lower ones are already getting tracked down by the local military. 

The only interesting thing to do, seemingly, is to obsess over local girls – and König thought he is better than this. 

But he isn’t losing sleep over thinking about how scared and fragile you looked that night. Especially not even going to think about how adorable your little pout was, and the way your hands were trembling. He definitely doesn't want to know every tiny detail about your life, what you like and what you hate, what is your favorite position in bed and the color of underwear you are currently wearing – or even if you are wearing one. And he isn’t some sort of creep that would spend an obnoxiously long amount of time registering on social media – god, he is too old for this shit, it literally feels even more humiliating than his whole school experience – just so he can find your accounts and get instant masturbation material. 

You really shouldn’t post so much half-naked photos – yes, this is a reel from your last summer vacation and yes, this swimsuit looks beautiful on you, but have you ever considered that some creep(not someone like him, he is palming himself very respectfully) would use those photos as a way to get themself off? Terrible, scary, he can’t wait for you to post some new photos – maybe in something that he would buy you, way skimpier and more expensive, so he could protect you from those people. 

He looks at your posts about work – and he hates this stupid blue bird app because it never works for him, always filled with some assholes who are trying to argue with literally everyone, and the way he can’t even see your posts properly because of the weird ads. No, he doesn’t need a “Thing that would make your dick longer” he literally has a problem with making it smaller. No, he doesn’t need some dumb T-shirt even though he kinda reflects with the funny pun about pokemons and would love to wear something containing his major interest even though it would look ridiculous on a 6 '10 killing machine. 

But König reads all of your short posts about the way you hate working in customer service, and his hand is almost slipping to the ad about wedding rings. You hate your job, he hates his – practically soulmates, even though he doesn’t really hate the killing part of his employment, he just doesn’t want to be in charge of people and making them steal the fun of destroying. He would, however, agree to get as many ranks as possible if that would mean providing for you. If that would allow him to be by your side and listen to your sweet voice, he would agree for the next promotion even if higher ups would want him to make some PR wawes and become a fucking fashion model. 

But he is completely sane about you. Totally normal. Absolutely nothing is wrong with him when he can’t even think about visiting you in real life, but he leaves a like on every of your posts in every social media he has – you have terrible online safety habits by the way, he can already see what the inside of your apartment looks like, your place of work from three different angles, and how the front door of your apartment is held together by a very easy to destroy lock. He could snatch it in one deliberate kick, not even speaking about just shooting it. Not like he would need to, he wants you to be with him willingly. Or, at least, don’t fight him too much in case he would actually lose his patience and do something drastic. 

It has already been three days and he feels like he is going crazy. He had those things before, overthinking about tiniest details in someone he never truly knew, but even then he’d understand that he can’t be with them – it could be his school crushes that were, ironically, crushed because of his anxiety. It might be some casual flings with his fellow soldiers that would either get killed in the field or never happen because it would be fraternization. Some random people he saw at the airport and already imagined life with multiple kids and a dog. He always knew he had a problem – but it was never like this before. Never dangerous. 

The problem is – he knows that he can have you. 

Maybe not in a traditional way, he doubts that you would just marry him on the spot, but he can court you at least. He can shower you with gifts or ridiculous tips at your job, he can just snatch you away and leave you as his perfect little bedmate. He can make his men kidnap you, and while it is inhumane and you don’t deserve this, he would calm you down – and then have his happily ever after. 

He knows that he can have you – and it drives him crazy. He could stop himself previously, when he didn’t have anything for himself to be considered desirable – but now, with his rank and all the new opportunities and money it brings, he can’t stop but fantasize. 

You under him, panting and blushing, lips puffy from kisses, skin glazed from sweat and marked with his teeth.

You under him, so wonderfully tight, not letting him go even for an inch – and you are perfectly taking him, no matter how gigantic he is. 

You under him, smiling, cuddling after a long night – every night after a mission, where he could spend his free time deep in your body, listening to your melodic moans and little whines. 

You under…

— Can I…can I take your order, sir? 

He is a disgusting human being because lives of thousand people are on a stake, he would just doom them all if he wouldn’t find those terrorists soon – and he wastes time on sitting in this tiny ass cafe, trying to place himself on the small seat while being all too nervous to just talk to you. Like a person. Of course he had to go to your shift – he already determined which days you were working because it increased the number of angry “I hate my job and want to kill my manager” posts on that dumb social media, and he knows which hours you work at – of course it’s almost night time, the closing shift, because he simply can’t have himself not worry about you. 

He is a creep, weirdo and all that words in a song that he’s been blasting in his tiny headphones all of these days because he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and the way you are munching on the pen you are using to write his order. Oh, yes, order. He is supposed to order something, he can’t just give you money for how adorable you look in that white apron – even though you are absolutely stunning and should get money. 

God, he would murder everyone in this building just for them to never look at your legs again. 

God, he would bury himself between them if only you’d allow him to.

— Sir, is everything okay? 

He served in the military for far longer that you lived, probably. Most of his life, he got used to being referred to as something honorable, or referring to other people like that – and he never thought that just being referred to as “sir” would make his dick twitch in his pants. He crosses his legs, hoping not to get too imposing – he already towers over the tiny table like a giant he is, barely even fitting in it. He thinks he has a healthy amount of self-control – then he looks at you again, and thanks all the gods he knows for the mask he is wearing – at least under the black surgeon piece and dark glasses you won’t really see his blush. Or that little twitching in his eyes that is indicating danger. 

— Sorry, I…can I, um, have a coffee? Bitte…please, I mean. 

He hates how nervous he is – like high school again, asking his crush out just to be ridiculed. But you look perfect like this – controlled environment, you can’t just laugh at him and say that he is a weird nerd from another class, you have a manager who is controlling of such behavior. He would never tell on you, of course, he wants you to be happy, even if this job makes you the most miserable – even though he kinda thinks of you as a weak for this, his job literally involves killing people and he doesn't argue that much! 

But you giggle – sweet, innocent sound, it drives him crazy even more than he previously was. It doesn’t feel like those girls at school – yes, he still can’t let that go, even though his therapist says he has to – and he loses all control at how beautiful you sound. He wants to take you away right now, pay you for your workplace however you get them, and just use you as he wants – no matter how socially unacceptable. He protects this country, he has the right for a little prize, right? No, this would be terrible, he shouldn’t just harass sweet little civilians like you, he should…

— What type of coffee, sir? Do you want some dessert? 

This is a typical question, he was at cafes and coffee shops a thousand times but, for some reason, it feels almost like you are teasing him. You bite the end of your pen with those adorable teeth of yours – he wants to feel it on his fingers, he wants you to leave bite marks all over his body as a sign of marking him as yours. He smiles under his mask, hoping that you would somehow feel it – how happy you make him feel, how hard it’s for him not to lose control. 

— No. Just coffee. 

— Sugar? 

He would like some sugar, of course – but the one he wants is probably not for sale, even though that adorable white apron of yours makes you look like a candy. He would love to unwrap you from those silly clothes and devour what belongs to him for the right of protector, but he knows how scared you might be. He is not a good person, he killed more people that he could count – countless fathers, sons, mothers, he shouldn’t even think about having a right for a family of his own after all of this. He is not a good person and his moral code changes with every kill he gets – but for hell sake, he wants to be nice with you. You deserve it, he knows. More than he is, for sure. 

König doesn’t really like sugary stuff, it was always too childish, made him too energetic, disrupted his very peculiar way of eating things. Sweets makes him only more hungry, makes him crave more, and he wants to be as serious as possible – so he usually drinks and eats stuff that is no tastier than a pile of dry sand. But he responds before he can think, too focused on that shiny lipgloss you have on your lips. He would lick and bite it all – soon, he hopes. 

— Ja. Thank you. 

— Good choice, sir.

Your lips are curling into a small, shy smile and he likes sugar now. He isn’t sure if you are telling everyone that their order is a good choice, maybe you just want to get more tips, but he hopes that maybe, he is special. Maybe there is something nice happening to him after all. A small reward for not being a total monster on the last mission he had, even though he could. He can’t do anything but to stare at you, his only saving grace is the dark lenses of his glasses – he can’t wear his hood in civil situations, unfortunately, people would stare, stare, stare and that would make him want to pull their eyes out. 

But you smile and he smiles also, even if you can’t see it. He is looking at your legs and, fuck, he is a disgusting old creature that preys upon younger women because he never had a positive experience before. He is a total creep and a monster that should be put down already – but he stares at your legs under that waitress dress, and he would pay your manager a few thousand Euros to cut the length of your skirt in half. 

Then he sees all the others looking at you the same way – old people, young people, there aren’t a lot of guests at this time in the evening, most people are afraid of going into public places while the war on terrorism is going on. There aren’t a lot of people while it’s almost closing time, but he doesn't even want to think about all the other men looking at you like this. Devouring you with their eyes, probably leaving sleazy comments as you go through the small cafe, just as overworked as your other coworkers. He wants to take you from here. 

You don’t deserve people looking at you like you aren’t even a person – only he can look at you respectfully, stripping you with his eyes. He can be soft for you, can be perfect – if you would just let him. 

König doesn’t want to be a creep around you, but he was looking at your legs for five minutes already, picturing the way your body would look under all of these clothes, and his cock gets painfully hard. He thanks himself for wearing normal, baggy pants, not something tighter – at least his embarrassment is completely covered by his clothes. 

— Here is your coffee. Anything else? 

You look nervous, of course – but he seems way softer than he was a couple days ago, at night. The absence of his creepy mask is obviously helping, and because he is sitting, you don’t have to tilt your head too high, causing your neck to stretch uncomfortably. He looks awkwards, like a big dog that still tries to fit into his old bed, and it causes you to smile a little bit more. You made sure to place a couple of sugar cubes on the plate, so he could decide for himself, if he wants to use them all – but the mere thought of that giant of a man, a colonel, hardened soldier liking something silly and sweet is making you giggle. 

He looks way softer than he was that night, and you can almost forget about how scared you were – how you were thinking that this would be the end for you, that one, overthinking part of your mind already making up the scenarios of getting martial lawed because of the broken curfew. You can even see his hair – and fight the urge to touch it a little. He is still who-knows-how-old and still a military presence in your peaceful country. 

You still want to ruffle his hair. 

He still wants to take your clothes off and make you his. 

— Nein, thank you. 

He stares at the cup for a good few seconds – if he wants to drink, he needs to actually take it off. He has many scars on his face, and his mouth sometimes feels like it has more dead skin than alive one – he doesn’t want to attract attention. Some people are already staring at his badge and how awkward a giant man like him looking in that cozy, tiny place – but he also wants you to see how much pain he can withstand without getting killed. How he can protect you from anything because there literally isn’t anything he won’t do for you. You would appreciate a man with scars, it’s a sign of bravery, right? 

Then he thinks about all the times he would take off his mask and how people around him would look at him – with pity, with fear, with disgust sometimes even though he is certain that his face isn’t as deformed as some other parts of his body. He even almost managed to grow a beard once! Then he had to scrub it all off because hair was growing in very uneven patches and he looked like something crawled on his chin and died. 

König fought in countless battles, spent his youth training to be the best killer possible, took part in many major conflicts and killed hundreds of people while feeling nothing but recoil. He isn’t afraid of anything – except for talking to people sometimes, maybe, and even now he is trying to work on it with his therapist, instead of just killing anyone who looks at him funny. He isn’t afraid of the dark, of death, of uncertainty in his life. But he is afraid of you looking at him unmasked and thinking that you, in fact, find him disgusting. 

You almost want to take your time to look at what he will do – is he going to take off his mask? Is he going to drink right through the fabric? You have too much work to just stay at his table and stare, even if you want to – but you are trying to give him occasional glances as he just…sits at his table. Not even moving, just staring at the cup and sometimes moving his head to look at you – or just ornaments at the wall behind you. Yes, probably the ornament. 

König sits at the table and, well, he doesn’t even want to drink his coffee because just looking at the way your ass sways under that terribly short skirt is enough to set him on fire. He wants to take you home with him – even though his home is all the way up in Austria. He would take you, you probably wouldn’t even be mad at you – you could be a perfect little family. He already waited too long to start one, never finding anyone who would win his heart for a long run but he was sure that this three-days-obsession would last long. He isn’t sure, however, if he likes it or not. 

He ended up not drinking at all – he knows that he can’t just waste multiple hours, he already got his lieutenants covering the spot with paper work while their commander is away at searching for the love of his life. He wants to be with you longer, probably walk you home again and make sure to protect you from any creeps that would want to attack. He can’t have that, it’s obvious – he is a colonel, unfortunately, he is still on the hunt for those terrorists, he can barely give himself an hour of free time these days. 

He already indulged in his fantasies too much when he folds a 100 Euros banknote and puts it into the bill – not sure about how much money it is here, not wanting to give you any trouble with exchanging currency, he just hopes that would be enough for you to at least not worry about food for a few days. Or buy yourself something nice – what girls like these days? Guns, books, some fancy lip gloss, a hat for their adorable little turtles? He would buy you a pet turtle, he always wanted one as a kid – right before his father said that all lizards are products of sinful corporations and a lazy pet like a turtle, unlike a giant dog breed, is completely useless and unmanly. 

He doesn’t want to be here when you’ll get the bill – he is too afraid that he didn’t gave you enough, that you'd be disappointed. He would love to give you more, of course, but he doesn’t want to just shove you the money like you are some sort of cheap whore – he wants to give you gifts, something meaningful, to steal you from poverty altogether. König is an expert in infiltration and escaping arts, he can exit the location without anyone noticing a thing, even with his size – and then you look at him, directly into his eyes, covered by sunglasses – and your face is twisted in shock as you realize what exactly he left you. 

— Wait, sir! Please, I…god, I will get you the change right now, I’m so sorry, it’s closing shift, I…I’m sorry, I completely forgot…

You are almost begging him to stop and let you give him his money, a honorable deed really – but all he can think of is how nice you would look on your knees, begging him to fuck you already. How perfect you would look all whiny and spoiled, asking him for something expensive, whatever your cute head would want. You would look so complete on his lap, tugging on his shirt and asking your daddy for a new toy. You would…

— It was a tip. Take it. 

He wants to be able to tell you how perfect you look, how he wants to just throw you over his shoulder in a totally non-creepy way and make you his little wifey. How he would take multiple months of leave to just be with you, marry you, breed you. He wants to have a way with words, but they are useless to him – he can’t even say he likes you, it’s embarrassing, he is almost forty, he got his rank as youngest colonel in history of KorTac, he can literally have almost everything he wants – except for basic social skills. 

He feels like a creep, an old man trying to steal that perfect girl from the shiny world, and he hates himself for it – but then you blush and he can almost convince himself that yeah, you like that creep too. 

— I…shit, I mean, sorry…thank you, sir. 

— Don’t wander at night again. 

He feels like a scolding father and you giggle again, too innocent and naive to understand his thoughts. 

— I won’t. Promise. 

He then slowly leans closer, puts a hand on your shoulder again – goosebumps are running on your skin. His head is near yours now, he is whispering in your ear – and you are almost sure that you shouldn’t have come closer to him like this, that it’s unprofessional from your side, that everyone is staring at you. They are – and you try to ignore it, but…

— Wear shorts under your skirt next time. Never know who might look at your legs like that. 

You would slap him here and there. You would scream and run away right now, but for some stupid, dumb, completely terrifying reason, you…almost like how protective he sounds. And the money he gave you is also helping – even if just a little bit. 

König looks at the way you blush even more, and he knows already that he won’t ever let you go. 

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Untitled - Han

Paring: !childhood friends to lovers! , perv!han jisung  x afab! reader

Genre:  idol! Au, smut

Synopsis: You finally reunited with your childhood best friend after 10 years! But, you didn’t notice how much he changed since you last saw each other…

Warnings:  smut, rough sex, dub/non-con, somno, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, groping, use of sex toys, voyeurism, manhandling, overstimulation, unprotected sex 

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/n: This was requested by someone a long time ago and I decided to post it now. This does contain CNC (aka consensual non consent) & if that’s something you’re not comfortable with please DON’T READ THIS!!!

One late night, you and Jisung were in a convenience store. He was up late in the studio working on a song with Chan. On his way home, he thought he should stop by and grab some food.  You so happened to be there wanting the same thing. The aisles were really small and you had barely any room to walk around. You accidentally bump into him and he looks at you with a confused look. 

Then it hit him.

You both used to be childhood friends and practically grew up with each other. You were also neighbors at one point and used to hang out all the time. Sadly at the beginning of high school, you had to move away. You both lost contact with each other and haven’t spoken since then. 

“Hey, do you remember me? Han Jisung? We used to be neighbors and would hang out all the time.”

In that moment all the memories you shared with him came back. You were shocked, to say the least. Who would’ve thought you would reunite with Jisung in a convenience store of all places?

“OH MY GOD YES! I do remember you, Jising how have you been?”

He was so relieved that you remembered him. It's been over 10 years since you last saw each other. Even after all this time, he can still recall your beautiful smile.

“I’ve been good and I took your advice and focused on music! I am now a part of an Idol group. Thank you for always motivating me to become an Idol.”

“Aww of course! I still can’t believe you remember me telling you to go for it. That was such a long time ago. I was just a kid and would just be saying whatever really.”

"Well, how could I forget someone like you? You were my best friend - I was too shy to talk to anyone else."

Both of you shared a laugh. Jisung usually stuck to his close friends and found it difficult to make new ones. As he mentioned, you were his only true best friend.

“Well, I knew you would love pursuing a music career! I recently moved back here for school!”

♡♡♡♡

From that point on you and Jisung talked the whole night, he even walked you home. You exchanged numbers and would hang out when you both could. One thing led to another and he asked you officially on a date. You both knew you had feelings for each other. 

You and Jisung got into a relationship not too long ago after that. It’s only been about 5 months and still very fresh and new. Sadly, after dating for 2 months, he had to go on a tour with all the members. So the majority of your relationship was long-distance. You still were learning so much about each other at this point. 

However, people can change in the span of 10 years. Although Jisung was still the same kind-hearted and witty guy,  you knew something was different about him. 

Jisung became such a pervert for you and you didn’t even know it. 

It only took you guys reconnecting recently to realize how obsessed he was with you. Before you started dating, he would sometimes come over to your apartment late as a surprise. Given how often he was at your place, you had given him a spare key. 

One night he left the studio early and went straight to your place because he missed your company. He entered your apartment and kept calling out your name. He was confused when he didn’t hear you give a response back. He saw that your bedroom was opened a little bit and you were moaning out loud. He was taken aback by what he was seeing right now. He always would think of you in a sexual light but this was too much for him. 

Your legs were spread open as you used your dildo. You let your imagination go wild and imagine Jisung was the one pounding into you. You were so horny you even moaned out his name.

He felt so hard after seeing all the things you were doing to yourself. He also felt really bad because he knew he was not even supposed to be here right now. He just wanted to watch a movie with you like he always does before he goes home. Jisung always loved watching movies with you, especially the cheesy romance movies. You would both make fun of the actors and how bad their acting was.

Instead, he was outside of your room stroking his cock to your moans. 

He was imagining that he was making you feel this good. He tried to not make a noise so you didn’t suspect anything. It wouldn’t even matter anyway because you were too busy in your own world fucking yourself to the thought of him. He eventually came at the same time that you did. 

Jisung realized how perverted he was jerking himself outside of your room without you even knowing. He quickly cleaned up himself and left your place before you noticed. He never told you about that night.

There are a lot of things he doesn’t tell you.

Sometimes you would send him some scandalous photos of yourself to see if you look good. You would ask him so you can get a guy's perspective on it. 

However, he would secretly save them on his phone and beat off to them later. He always tells himself he will delete them and will never do it again. Yet, every time he is horny, he keeps on going back to those photos in his folder of you and gains so much gratification from it.

He was so obsessed with you that every little thing you did would turn him on. The way you put him in a trance from just your moans alone was insane. All he can think about is the first time he caught you getting off to him. 

Now ever since you have been dating, you guys see each other less since he recently went on tour.  All these nights you guys would spend without each other was so hard for him. It was so bad to the point that he would sometimes hide in the hotel bathroom and jerk off to your pics and videos he still had saved of you. 

This was so embarrassing for him and he already felt like shit doing all this behind your back. But, he was too far gone give a fuck about it now. He always thinks about how disgusted you’d probably feel if you ever found out about his secret collection of you. 

He just misses being with you in person instead of calling on FaceTime. It was getting frustrating for him and all he wanted to do is fuck you. 

However, tonight was his last straw and he couldn’t take it anymore. He has been back from touring for about a week now. He took some time to recover before seeing you. He knows the moment he sees you it's going to be over for him.

Unfortunately, he had to be in the studio tonight with Chan and Changbin making some new music. It really sucked because today you and him were supposed to hang out after he was done working. But at the last minute, Chan told him he needed his help on this song he was thinking of making. The whole time Han was thinking about your moans from all the times he would touch himself to you.

He kept on getting distracted and barely gave any help to Chan and Changbin.

“Hey Jisung, are you okay? You’re normally not this quiet.” Chan said.

Jisung knew that he wasn’t ok.

All he wanted to do was go to your apartment and fuck the shit out of you. He has been pent up for too long now. You and him only had sex a handful of times and you have been without each other for 3 months.

“Yeah, I'm just a little distracted right now. Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be much help tonight.”

“Hey, it’s ok! I know how tired you may feel after the tour so you can go home tonight. Have a good night!”

Jisung nodded his head and quickly left the studio. There was only one thing on his mind right now.

You.

He went straight to your place and opened the door with his key. He noticed you were asleep, lying on your side. Under the covers, you had your vibrator in your hands, and you were passed out on the bed.

That alone made him so hard. The thought of you using it and moaning out his name is driving him crazy. 

He started taking off his clothes leaving himself in just his boxers. He gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. You were barely awake but you leaned back against him not even realizing he was there with you. 

He started grinding against you and became hard for you. He couldn’t hold back and started grunting out loud. At this point, you started to wake up. You felt afraid as the room was dark, making it hard for you to realize that it was Jisung. In your drowsy state, you half-awake, you thought he was an intruder.

You start to panic.

“Hey, who is there? Get the fuck off of me-”

You started hearing a buzzing sound. 

It was your vibrator and he started to push it against your clit to try and make you stop talking.

“Shh sweetie it’s me. I am sorry you just got me soo fucking hard and I can’t take it anymore.”

You were in a state of shock and disbelief. You have never seen Jisung like this before.

“Mhmm I know you’re but I already came and I am too tired to do it again. Can’t we just do it in the morning?”

If only it was that simple.

Jisung's patience was running thin and he decided to not hold back anymore.

He covered your mouth and whispered in your ear and said 

“I’m sorry baby, but tonight I am going to take what I want. And right now I need you to just let me fuck you.”

At this point, you were squirming around and yelling at him to stop it. You really weren’t in the mood for all this. He kept getting agitated and started putting his hand around your neck and began choking you. As he did that he started marking you and biting your neck and shoulders. With his other hand, he started to pump into his cock and get off to your cries and whimpers. 

“You're squirming so much for me baby and I think it's so cute. The more you struggle, the harder you’re gonna get me"

You couldn’t believe what Jisung was saying to you right now. Your perception of him completely changed now. You thought he was sweet-hearted and nice and not such a creep and pervert. 

He couldn’t take it anymore and started lowering his boxers and took out his cock. 

You can already feel the precum that was escaping him and how needy he was for you. He started slowly pushing it in you. You gasped out so loud even though he was covering your mouth. 

You forgot how big he was.

He also put his hands under your shirt and held onto them as he started pounding up into you. He also had the vibrator on your clit too.  He started leaving hickeys all over your neck. He didn’t care what he was doing at this point he was marking where he felt like it. 

You were still whining and crying from how hard he is fucking you and the vibrator on your clit wasn’t making it any better. 

“Stop making so much noise sweetie, I already feel bad as is.”

You started crying at this point because all you want for him is to stop but he just keeps on going. He says such sinful stuff in your ear that you don’t even know how to feel at this point.

He started laughing at you crying from his dick,

“Aww baby, are you crying from how hard I’m fucking you? You’re so pathetic can’t even take a couple of hard strokes.”

You didn’t know why but for some reason when he said that you started to tighten up around him. That alone made you feel wetter. 

He noticed it.

“Mhmm look at you becoming such a good girl for me. I knew deep down you secretly wanted this.”

You kept shaking your head, displaying that you were against this.

That just made him more hard and started fuck you harder and harder. You started to become so dizzy from all this stimulation. 

Jisung was at his breaking point.

 All this overstimulation started to become overwhelming for you. You wondered why he wasn't pulling out, as he usually does when you both are close. However, this time, he continues without stopping, still thrusting into you.

“ I am sorry but tonight, I have to finish inside you. I have been waiting for 3 fucking months. So how about you be good to me and take what I give you ok darling?”

At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

He took his hand off your mouth as you both came at the same time. You didn’t give a fuck at this point you were practically screaming out his name as he pumps his load into you. Both your moans were so loud you wouldn’t be shocked if your neighbors heard you. 

Jisung fell back beside you and pulled you into him. He put you on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He started kissing you all over and said

“Sweetie, I’m sorry for the way I acted out tonight. I just missed being with you these past 3 months. Especially being inside of you. Fuck I missed that soo much and having you moan out my name.”

You nuzzled into his chest and said “Yeah it's okay and I missed you so much too. Next time just tell me whenever you're in the mood. Tonight you really scared me. I hope you don’t act like this again.”

“Fine, I’ll never act out like that ever again and I am truly sorry if I hurt you.”

However, you both knew that wasn’t true and he would always come to take what he wants…

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A Floral Inconvenience

You came into Twisted Wonderland with nothing but the clothes on your back, a literally fiery cat, and an immune system not conditioned to handle the foreign antibodies in the air, earth, or water. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t caught some sort of incurable disease, probably because most diseases here required magical output to survive, like plants and water. You weren’t immune to your own feelings though, and magical disease and illnesses have a funny way of adapting themselves to their potential host. It was then that you found yourself prepared for springtime hay fever and allergies, after all pollen was pollen no matter where you were at. What was unexpected, and thus not prepared for, was the disease known as hanahaki, or the flower sickness. Long ago, there existed a family of mages that lived in a small mountain village deep within a jungle that was established by a family of mages. The family protected their village with fantastical and magical abilities, each unique and extraordinary as generation from generation grew. One of those mages, the Flower Bride, had the ability to grow a magnificent array of flora with just the wave of her hand! Flor de mayo, jacarandas, figs and vines all made their home with the Flower Bride. She had a heart so full of feelings, love for her home, family, and her beloved, of course, that her very emotions affected how dazzling those blooms were. The Flower Bride then decided that others should be able to demonstrate their love in the same beauteous display as she did: after all, who wouldn’t want their love developing into only the most lovely blooms? As such, hanahaki was born. Some see it was a blessing, a push, an opportunity for one to confront their feelings. It’s a realization that what they’re feeling is indeed true, the type of love that can only be achieved in fairytales. Others saw it as an inconvenience: after all, sometimes it just wasn’t the right time to confess your love, or they’d be coughing up petals mid-speech, kind of annoying honestly. Yet the sickness would continue until they acknowledge their feelings, the love died down, or it became a chronic illness. Officially dubbed hanahaki by researchers in the East, the disease was also referred to as the flower sickness, being twitterpated, and sometimes even the lovesick florae by the general population. The most commonly afflicted persons fit into two categories: the positively, without a doubt, enamored sort, the twitterpated or lovesick sort of folk. Or, they were the kind to bury their feelings deep deep down and just one day die. It wasn’t unique to any singular species either. It had adapted to afflict humans, beastmen, and even merfolk. Why, not even fae were immune despite their natural immunity to magical disease. Really, it shouldn’t have been any surprise that the emotionally stunted students of Night Raven College would be prime targets for their own bout of hanahaki.

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Dialogue Prompts

“Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

“So, I hear you've been coughing up daisies lately. Got any plans to enter the flower business?”

“You know you have it bad when you start sneezing petals every time your crush walks by. At least it's a colorful allergy!”

“I can't believe you're faking a cough just to get some attention. And you're using fake flowers for the petals? That's commitment!”

“I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?”

“You've got to stop sending secret admirer bouquets to yourself. The delivery guy is starting to think you have a dozen secret admirers.”

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.”

“I have a steady, loving partner. you on the other hand have a left hand and a sunflower cough.”

“Why'd I have to get a nose full of lilies? I'm allergic, this is so unfair.”

“You think with all the lavender on my head I could make my own syrup out of it?”

“No, I've been practicing my sleight of hand! Watch as I make a bouquet of tulips magically appear—ACK!”

“No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!”

“Here, your favorite flower! Hmm? Where'd I get them? Uh, I just found them, around…”

“I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

“I've never heard of a flower sickness, are you talking about seasonal allergies?”

“Look, even if confessing would let me get rid of the poppies, I'd rather not. Maybe I'll just learn how to make poppy seed muffins or something.”

“Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.”

“Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!”

“Aren't lotus flowers really good for your skin? Babeeey, I'm set for life—” “NOT WHEN THEY'RE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS!”

“Look, I care for you and want you to get laid, but imagine all the money we'd save on tea if you kept growing chamomile from your head.”

“Blehhhg…” “You know I always knew I'd be holding your hair back as you puked your stomach out at a party, I thought it be from the alcohol though, not flowers.”

“You know, some people pay a lot of money for Hanahaki bouquets, have you considered—OW! It was just a suggestion!”

“I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.”

“Man, sunflowers have got to be the worst to be puking up.” “Nah man, it's roses and their thorns! They scrap up all up your gums, my dentist bill after was ridiculous!”

🌸 a floral inconvenience masterlist 🌸

gardenias & peonies: silver x f!reader – #13

stargazer lilies: sebek zigvolt x f!reader – #5

dahlias; zinnias & cosmos: ruggie bucchi, trey clover, [separate] x gn!reader - #15, #1

teonanácatl mushrooms: jade leech x gn!reader - #18

lavender roses: floyd leech x gn!reader - #14

lavender: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #18

marigold: vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader - #7 & #12

blue hydrangeas: idia shroud x f!reader - #24

baby's breath & red roses: riddle rosehearts x f!reader - #14 & #19 [QUEUED]

amaryllis: lilia vanrouge x gn!reader - #1 [PENDING]

carnations: leona kingscholar x gn!reader - #18 [PENDING]

asters; purple hydrangeas: ace trappola, jamil viper [spearate] x gn!reader - #22, #24 [PENDING]

gerbera daisies: trey clover x gn!reader - #3 [PENDING]

orange poppies & water lilies: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #17 [PENDING]

sunflowers: jack howl x gn!reader - #8 [PENDING]

chrysanthemums: jamil viper x gn! reader - #1 [PENDING]

green roses: malleus draconia x gn!reader - #13 & #14 [PENDING]

pink poppies & cala lilies: jamil viper x gn!reader - #17 & #22 [PENDING]

sunflowers: leona kingscholar x f!reader - #8 [PENDING]

BONUS:

azaleas, cornflowers, & white roses: ace trappola, deuce space [poly] x gn! reader - #6, #3, & #22 [PENDING]

[see-arcane]

Lucy and Jonathan

“We met some time ago a man that would just do for you, if you were not already engaged to Jonathan.”

I’ll admit, while it probably wasn’t anything more than an airy throw-in without any real barbs behind it, the inflection on Lucy’s comment followed by the idle advertisement of upcoming character, Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward, as a higher-up-the-ladder ‘what-if’ prospect, still kind of stung to hear. I know it’ll get sanded back in later chapters because—minor spoilers—context clues will show that Mina, Lucy, and Jonathan have known/been friendly with each other since they were kids, and comments from future letters will show a more mutual regard. So it makes me wonder what the reason for the implied derision was.*

*(Beyond her possibly trying to push Jack in a way that says ‘Nope, No, I Choose Not to See the Crush, No Thank You, Hot Potato.’)

My guess? It’s a bit.

Specifically, a holdover from hers, Mina’s, and Jonathan’s earlier days when all of them had grown into adolescence, social mores started getting hammered in in earnest, and Mina and Jonathan were just starting on their official courtship.

Suddenly, they’re no longer a trio of kids enjoying each other’s company. Now it’s two young ladies—one rich, one poor—and a charming young man—also from a lower class. Considering the period, it would be only too easy for whispers to start flying behind fans and cigars that the young Mr. Harker might consider leveling up his prospects, or that the lovely Miss Westenra, a veritable Victorian Helen of Troy, might idly snatch her low-born friend’s man out from under her nose on a whim. And aren’t they such a pretty picture? Quoting their Shakespeare at each other, so intriguingly close compared to most men and their ladies’ friends…unless there are certain extra friendly circumstances involved, ha ha.

A ribald comment too many from coworkers at Hawkins’ firm and a backhanded compliment or three at the latest spring ball probably shocked Jonathan and Lucy respectively into action. Bonus points if one of the inciting remarks came from some tittering debutante, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. You two are so alike! Such sweet bonny things, parroting the Bard at each other, prattling merrily about the latest little outing without stopping for breath. Really, Lucy, he would just do for you.”**

**(Some have wondered if Lucy was nudging Jack toward Mina due to certain similar traits they shared. Some morose aspects, intensely focused, interests in modern technology. You’ll see when you meet him. Either way, it’s another parallel to ponder here.)

Cue Mina having to endure her loved ones defending her honor from being dubbed a victim of romantic betrayal in the most vaudeville manner possible. Though she should expect no less from Theatre Nerds 1 and 2.

When they go out, Mina is permanently sandwiched between them as if they’re ducking behind a red-faced shield. Lucy brandishes a parasol to ensure they’re at least the shaft’s length apart; sometimes she’ll even open it to make sure they’re not swayed by looking upon each other, may Heaven forbid such scandalous temptation! Jonathan sits on the bench with them with his hat pulled down over his eyes for safety’s sake. At least a quarter of an hour at the start of each outing is dedicated to a back-and-forth of:

Lucy, nose up so high she’s looking more at the ceiling than him: Mr. Harker.

Jonathan, checking his pocket watch to see how long he must endure this most arduous company: Miss Westenra.

Mina, head in her hands: It’s been months.

Lucy, scoffing: Months of torment in his presence.

Jonathan, scoffing harder: Agony in hers.

Lucy, on a fainting couch: However can you stand him, Mina?

Mina, about to pull her hair out of its pins: You helped him pick out the ring, Lucy.

Jonathan, picture of woe: Tormentedly, of course.

Lucy, nodding: Agonizingly.

In short, Jonathan 🤝 Lucy:

[dynamic-swap-au-archive]

I'd like to offer gorillaz fans (and Potential gorillaz fans) another resource that I've spent over a year creating and perfecting.

The Gorillaz !

This playlist is, to the best of my ability, Every Single piece of gorillaz content that can be found on youtube in story order.

all of the music videos, all of the indents, all of the interviews, animations, radio shows, news specials, podcasts, audio books, tiktoks, Everything.

on top of that ! I made the decision to include select fan content! because Frankly the gorillaz fandom is unimaginably talented and creative. this includes Fully animating several music videos that were cancelled, but given to us in animatic form, original animations, animatics, and storyboards, fan visualizers and recreations of live visuals, even voice fan dubs for written material like the interviews and novels.

and more than that, with the (incredible) fan content that was available I've Also been able to flesh out the stories of each phase! a decision I made due to the plastic beach, the third album, never getting to finish the story officially (leading to the band breaking up and coming back 7 years later).

I'm so proud of what I've been able to do with it ! and even happier to share the picture I've been able to make as a whole :>

below the cut I'm going to include several other playlists that are based on this one, but made to be more digestible and less intimidating for newcomers ! as well as many other resources to fill in the gaps that this playlist can't ! (namely the written material)

thank you ! and I hope I can share something I love with all of you !

First is the simplest ! all of the music videos in order ! (plus a Few indents, because I can't help myself): [Link]

this obviously means that you lose out on quite a bit of context, as much of who the characters are as People and their relationships together are in the extra material (especially the shorts and interviews). BUT

this is the most Accessible, and also really convenient if you just want to vibe to the music. if you're not sure if you want to commit this kind of time to a cartoon band, consider checking this out! you may find yourself interested enough to learn more, or you may just have a good time and feel satisfied with what you've seen ! either way I'd be honored to have helped :>

Second, the Midpoint between these two extremes !: Phase 1-3 [Link] Phase 4-7 [Link]

these Include extra material like the shorts and animation, but Cuts Out some of the longer content like the podcasts and interviews! you can still get a pretty good idea about what happens in the story of each phase watching this, but it's not bogged down by videos that are hours long.

it'll give you a clearer picture of what's going on, include fun side content, while being less intimidating than the Full playlist. this is what I use to show my friends gorillaz !

alright, so you've got just the music videos and just the short stuff, now lets try just the Long stuff. all of the interviews, radio shows, podcasts, Etc: [Link]

maybe you've used my last playlists and now you'd like to listen to some of those long form videos you missed out on. maybe you just want to listen to these characters talk because it's Nice. either way, it's all here :> (I know, because I had to upload some of them myself)

Pirate Radio: [Link]

it's all here with One technical exception. pirate radio was the serial radio show for plastic beach/phase 3, that gave us insight into murdoc's frame of mind as a character. it Also used copywriten music. the reuploads on youtube cut the music out (likely because they wouldn't be available otherwise), while this google drive has the full unedited audio files if anyone would be interested!

this one may seem redundant, but I promise it isn't. All of the gorillaz albums in order: [Link]

this playlist (for the most part) doesn't Have any visuals, it's Only the music.

likewise, all of the music in the previous playlists are only those songs that Have visuals (official or fan made), which means not all of gorillaz's music is present! which is exactly what this is for :>

you have every album in order, filling in the gaps of what's been missed, As Well As special albums that are Associated with gorillaz, and gorillaz' guest appearances in other people's music !

now we're out of my playlists and into other resources :>

Lobotomy Pop: [Link]

this is a website that's worked for years to preserve and organize Every Single written interview gorillaz has ever done ! it's an invaluable resource and really just very cool.

it also categorizes several other things ! such as listing out all of the personal playlists the gorillaz members have put out over the years, or every profile that's ever been written for the characters ! it's very much so worth checking out as a fan.

Gorillaz Art Archive: [Link]

exactly what is says on the tin ! this is a google drive that's attempting to archive Every Single piece of official gorillaz art that was released from phase 1 in 2001, to phase 5 in 2018. it is Massive and it's such a joy to have access to

The Kong Files: [Link]

if you were wondering why the art archive stopped at 2018, this would be why ! the kong files has much the same goal, but instead picking up at phase 6 and continuing on Theoretically forever ! or at least it's kept up with all of phase 7

that said ! the kong files is attempting to document Everything relating to those phases. so all of the social media, all of the music videos, all of the written text, Everything !

I wouldn't try to Only use this for watching phase 6 and 7, but it's an Excellent resource for everything that could fall between the cracks

Rise of the Ogre on Archive dot Com: [Link]

rise of the ogre was an official novel released at the end of demon days (the second album/phase 2), that covered the entire history of the band up until that point! their backstories, how they met each other, what they'd gotten up to in the 10 years they'd known each other, and the shocking event that happened at the very end of the phase and the band's reaction to it. all leading in to plastic beach, (arguably) the Most story heavy phase of them all.

as I understand it, this novel has been out of print for a very long time and is quite expensive to buy second hand. so ! it's been scanned and uploaded here to the archive! there's actually several more scans available in the gorillaz art archive, but this is the most recent (having been uploaded just earlier this year).

Dawn of the Ogre: [Link]

dawn of the ogre is the fanmade sequel to rise of the ogre, attempting to fill in the gaps of what happened at the end of phase 3, the 7 year gap, and up to the (then) newest point of canon.

this is, of course, unofficial. so this is essentially fancy fanfiction. But it's extremely well done fanfiction that happens to be novel length, attempting to emulate the style of the original novel, and is fully illustrated. along with being available completely for free!

I'd definitely give it a shot, if you're the type of person who's already read rise of the ogre

the gorillaz wiki !: [Link]

I have no clue what the fandom thinks about it, but it was absolutely invaluable both in making my playlist, and becoming a fan at all. with all the work I've done my hope is that people won't need to go digging for themselves, but the Option is certainly always nice !

I'd Especially like to highlight this page [Link] which has transcriptions for all of the pirate radio show episodes !

I feel like there's a lot to find here :>

and of course, my own dynamic swap au archive! [Link]

if you've fallen in love with gorillaz and are desperate for more to sink your teeth into, then I couldn't recommend this enough !

keep in mind that these resources will continue updating ! as new music is created and new fan content is made! I'm keeping my eyes out on a fan project for a fully animated mv right now that I'm sure will make it to my playlists one day :>

[danceofthephilos]

Who founded S, and when?

In episode 4 of SK8's dub, Reki refers to Joe and Cherry as "founders" of S, and this has led to a pretty widespread conception in the English-speaking fandom that the two of them were... well, S's founders alongside Adam, that it started when the three of them were in school, that they're still involved in it on a managerial level, or even claims that they founded it first and Adam stole it after the fact.

But what is actually being said here?

It's the word "初期メンバー" that was translated as "founders" in the dub, and while it can mean "founding members", in a sense, there is no implication in the word 初期 of actively being involved in creating something, simply that they were the earliest members (it means "in the initial stage.")

Even more telling is Reki's use of みんな - he's talking about a larger group than two people here. He's not setting Joe and Cherry apart as "founders", he's counting everyone who skated at S at the beginning as "初期メンバー" and namedropping the two characters from that era whose names we know and who are going to be significant to the story. (This reference to "everyone" establishing that there's a larger group going unnamed is also cut from the dub; instead Reki says "Cherry, Joe... man, I bet they'd love to go off about that guy.")

Conversely, looking at how Adam is described...

...it's pretty straightforward.

He's also described in his profile on the official website (and consistently in other official sources that use these character profiles) as 創設者, which does mean founder, explicitly referring to "the person who first established something."

Cherry and Joe, meanwhile, are both referred to as Sの実力者のうちの1人, or "one of the big names at S." They're certainly both respected, influential people within the community - recognition they've earned, not something they're set apart for in any "official" capacity. They've never been described in an official source as 創設者, or in any other way that would indicate they were involved in S's creation rather than simply being two powerful people in the community as it exists now.

There are a few other details that tie into establishing this - mainly disproving the notion that Adam stole something already existing. In episode 5, as they're fleeing from the police, Tadashi says this...

...indicating that Crazy Rock was part of a regular police patrol route before Adam was able to use his money/influence to have it removed, something that Cherry and Joe (particularly years ago, when Cherry wouldn't have had the money he's earning now) would not have had the power to do.

And in episode 12, when discussing the change in course, Joe says this:

Literally saying "it became banned", this is wording on Joe's part that would make no sense for a decision he was involved in. He's describing this as something that happened totally separate from him. Early enough that the funeral course was still being used, Joe (and presumably also Cherry) were not making calls about the management of S like this.

There's also a relevant quote from SK8's screenwriter, Ichiro Okouchi:

When considering Adam as a character, I thought he would need someone beside him. If Kikuchi wasn't there, Adam would become a character who would do nothing but talk to himself, and it would be difficult for Adam to manage S alone.

(spoon.2Di, volume 72)

Part of Tadashi's entire conceptualization as a character was because without him, Adam would be running S alone. Early enough in the development in the series that Tadashi hadn't properly been created yet, S was imagined as something solely belonging to Adam.

Adam is S's founder; Joe and Cherry were simply in the initial group of members, along with other people who haven't yet been named.

Additionally, from only a few pieces of dialog it's possible to narrow down when Adam started S - and it wasn't during the DK era. When Joe interrupts Reki in episode 4, he says this:

Earlier in the same episode, Cherry says this:

And the two of them have this exchange at the beginning of episode 9:

Adam, Joe and Cherry are all 26 years old (25 going on 26, in Cherry's case; he hasn't actually had his birthday by the end of season 1, but this is normal for how ages are listed for anime characters.) Seven years ago would have been the end of their last year of high school (Adam, as the oldest of the three of them, would have turned 19 just over a month after graduating high school.)

When Adam skated with Joe and Cherry was seven years ago, before he left for America, and he hasn't accepted any of their challenges since he returned to Japan. In Joe's words, this time skating together was "way before S started."

So, all together:

For some time in high school, Adam, Joe and Cherry all skated together as a group (sometimes with some other friends/gang members.) Seven years before SK8 season 1 takes place, Adam was sent away to America by his father, ending his friendship with Joe and Cherry. Some time after that (presumably upon his father's death,) he returned to Japan and founded S with Tadashi to assist him in managing it, using his influence to remove the abandoned mine from regular police patrols to protect it, and Joe and Cherry were among a larger initial group of skaters who competed at the time. Since then, he's never agreed to a beef with Joe or Cherry despite them challenging him many times, so neither of them have skated with him since S started.

TL;DR - Adam is the person who started S and he and Tadashi were always conceptualized as the only people running it, and the idea that Adam, Joe and Cherry founded it as a trio comes from a mistranslation in the dub.

[canyoufucksoniccharacters]

I am DEEPLY sorry about making you dive down this rat’s nest of a lore hole, but I’m back with another question that should be cleared up: Can You Fuck Shadow the Hedgehog?

I have a feeling this is gonna get complicated real fast…

I've had this one in mind for a while, so this shouldn't be all that hard to write.

CAN YOU FUCK: SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG?

...

YOU FELL FOR IT! YOU ALL FELL FOR IT!

To any reasonable person, Shadow should have been included in the Sonic post, alongside Surge, Mighty, etc. But you want to know why I didn't? Because if I did, it wouldn't give me the proper opportunity to rant about something.

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS NOT 50 YEARS OLD. HE NEVER WAS, HE NEVER HAS BEEN, AND HE WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE.

This is a misconception that has permeated through the fanbase for Chaos knows how long, being repeated over and over and over again, ad nauseam.

Why do people even say this? Well, Project Shadow started 50 years before the event of Sonic Adventure 2. Which means Shadow's creation happened 50 years ago.

So, people take this as "Oh, Shadow was created 50 years ago, this must mean he's 50 years old!"

DO YOU PEOPLE NOT KNOW WHAT THE WORD "STASIS" MEANS.

During Sonic Adventure 2, Eggman breaks into a military base to unleash a "top secret military weapon" for his plans. This weapon, is, of course, shadow. The screenshot above is from the scene where Shadow is released.

What does this look like those particles are? What do they look like to you? Usually, thick white air particles like these are a result of the use of cold to pause biological processes. On top of that, the shot right before it displays the object atop the machinery pretty well, although with some distance.

This is a pod. Like, this is very obviously a pod. Shadow is even standing on top of it once he's revealed.

And what does he say when he's revealed?

Note how he says "Awakening". This is taken from a re-translation of the Japanese script, since the official translation makes him refer to being released as opposed to being awakened. Remember, translations for these games in this era were... Less than stellar.

(seriously, don't go there yet? to the guy telling you he shouldn't have ever been born? like maybe you're right maybe you shouldn't have been born but we don't know enough to say that for sure. ok, buddy)

So, yeah, Shadow isn't 50. I've been saving this for a standalone post, because it is baffling to me how people still keep spouting that "Fact" over and over, even though it makes no sense. He was frozen. He didn't develop mentally or physically. I'm not a Marvel fan by any means, but this is like if you added 66 years to Captain America's age because that's how long he was frozen. For these characters, if you just knocked them unconscious and then sent them to the future, it literally would not make even a bit of a difference.

He's not 50. Moving on.

Oh yeah, uh. That whole immortality thing.

(Source: Japanese dub, translated.)

Here and there, official material will mention Shadow as being "Immortal" or "Ageless". While never stated in the 2005 game, it makes complete sense, as Shadow was made with Black Doom's own genetic material. Black Doom is immortal, Black Doom's genes are in Shadow, thus, Shadow cannot die of old age.

There is, however, no implication that he does not mentally mature. In fact, it would make sense for him to start out quite young to then become more mature as time goes on, since part of the reason he was made was to accompany Maria, in a sibling-like relationship. Although it's unlikely that the Sonic Channel artwork is canon, most of it at least, it does convey a situation akin to this, which would be horribly out of character otherwise.

Look at em! They're doing their homework together! And then a few years later, after Maria's death...

Look at him! Using a minigun for the first time!

His maturity in SA2 also seems just about on par with Sonic's, so it's safe to assume that when that game happened, they were about even in terms of mental development. In general, Shadow is a Sonic counterpart. A very, very close counterpart.

... Very... Very... Ah screw it, let's just bite the bullet.

This happened! An entire Bumblekast episode dedicated to Sonic, Shadow, and mostly Sonadow. It's pretty recent, too! From 8 months ago! In fact, it was made for Pride Month 2023; after Frontiers released. So, Ian Flynn by then became not just a comic writer, but a writer for the games.

I'm not saying Sonadow is canon, obviously, but if the current writer of the games is willing to entertain it for an entire episode and even go as far as saying it's actually really easy to make happen and you don't need to do too much work for it to happen, then it's probably safe to assume the characters are on even ground in terms of maturity.

So, if Shadow can hypothetically, in a fully canon-compatible way, make out with Sonic, and Sonic is fuckable, then Shadow is, by extension, fuckable.

Honestly this is entirely longer than necessary. I could have brought this one up earlier and saved myself the work. Where's the fun in that, though?

Either way, verdict is;

You can, in fact, fuck Shadow The Hedgehog.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (February 11-17, 2024)

Warner Bros. unfurled the second trailer for Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, which seems to be going over much better than the first. There are multiple glimpses of the ice Titan Shimo throughout, and an even briefer look at Mothra reflected in Jia's eye. (My favorite shot, of course, is Kong decking Skar King as he's holding out Suko like a wriggling shield.) The rough shots from trailer #1 still look rough, but at least the new footage is more impressive.

The new issue of Empire (how fitting) has a short article on GxK—the big revelation there is that Godzilla Evolved is pink simply because that's director Adam Wingard's favorite color. Collaborations are also popping up. Circle K is offering a movie-branded sandwich, chocolate bar, and Froster drinks/cups. Godzilla and a seriously wizened Kong are also entering the mobile game Lords Mobile.

I don't know much about Oscar politicking, but Takashi Yamazaki's strategy of bringing a model Godzilla with him everywhere he goes seems like a winner. Both appear in the "class photo" taken of all the nominees at the Oscar Nominees Luncheon. At the same event, Yamazaki and Godzilla met with Steven Spielberg, who told Yamazaki he had seen Godzilla Minus One three times. Posting their photo together on Twitter, Yamazaki said he had "met God."

Toho's English Godzilla YouTube channel also uploaded a six-minute video on Minus One's VFX, with a focus on the various ways the production was able to shave off costs. Officially translated behind-the-scenes featurettes for Toho Godzilla films are a rarity, a sign of how badly they want that little gold statue. It's worth watching just for Yamazaki scooting his chair around the office.

Shout! Factory's onslaught of old Toei tokusatsu films on its streaming service turned out to be a prelude to offering them all on disc. The Classic Tokusatsu Collection Blu-ray set includes Planet Prince (1959; called Prince of Space), Invasion of the Neptune Men (1961), Watari the Ninja Boy (1966), The Golden Bat (1966; called Golden Ninja), Magic Serpent (1966; called Dragon Showdown) , Ninja Scope (1969), and Terror Beneath the Sea (1966). None have ever been released on English-friendly Blu-ray before; some haven't even made it to DVD. The set is $70 and limited to 2,500 copies.

Major caveats seem to accompany every English-language release of vintage tokusatsu these days, and unfortunately this set's no exception. Despite the existence of English dubs for at least some of these films (two of them riffed on Mystery Science Theater 3000), only Terror Beneath the Sea is dubbed; the rest are Japanese-only. And the dubbed Prince of Space well-known to MiSTies was actually an amalgamation of Toei's two Planet Prince films, only the first of which is present here. (Even the first film seems like it's going to be in upscaled standard-def, going off the streaming version.) No special features in the production description either, although one person who got the set early reports that at least one trailer is included (for Invasion of the Neptune Men).

IDW has announced still another Godzilla miniseries, Godzilla: Skate or Die. First-issue description:

It's Australian skater punks versus Varan and the King of the Monsters in this thrilling debut issue by writer/artist Louie Joyce (A Fistful of Pain)! Four years ago, four best friends and die-hard skaters found the perfect location for a DIY skatepark. After months of hard work, they created the world’s sickest spot that they could enjoy for the rest of their lives… That is, until the ferocious Varan appeared in the middle of central Australia and started making a beeline for their beloved park. Why is Varan on a rampage? Why did Godzilla just appear off the coast? What does their beloved skate spot have to do with this? And most importantly…what are these punks willing to do to save it?

Sounds like there's a lot of author appeal here, as Joyce is Australian and calls the tale "inspired by all the amazing DIY spots I've had the privilege of skating[.]" And a meaty role for Varan is a pleasant surprise.

Perhaps inspired by the success of Troll on Netflix, we've got another Scandinavia giant monster movie on the way. Kraken will be directed by Pal Oie (Dark Woods) from a script by Vilde Eide. No cast yet, but here are the plot details divulged by The Hollywood Reporter:

[T]he thriller will follow Johanne, a marine biologist who encounters several strange occurrences while researching a fjord, including the brutal deaths of two local teenagers. “At the bottom of Norway’s deepest fjord rests a mythical monster as large as a mountain, with a myriad of arms ready to crush and devour anything they can grab,” the film’s synopsis reads.

Krakens are certainly having a moment in giant monster stories right now, between Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken and the three that somehow wound up connected to the Monsterverse. (To wit: Na Kika was originally called Kraken, the unnamed antagonist of Skull Island bore the same name internally, and the guardian of Atlantis in the Justice League crossover comic is a Kraken as well.) This seems like a more back-to-basics approach.

[dreamdepot]

The Demon Incident (Bakugou/Midoriya x Male Reader)

[One Shot] Ashido suggests a harmless scare-off competition for Halloween. Leave it to your boyfriends to truly take it to the “Plus Ultra” level.

AO3 Wattpad or below!

This story will follow naming conventions as used in the official English Dub, and characters will follow Japanese practice for addressing one another. For example, in the case of Izuku Midoriya, he will typically be referred to by his surname by others and by the narrator (with the exception of his nickname of course). His first name will be used only between those exceptionally close to him (e.g. in dialogue, you would refer to him as “Izuku”).

This fic includes strong language and haunted house levels of implied violence (honestly worse things happen in canon). Last but not least, not canon compliant, Mineta’s gone, Shinsou’s in 3-A. Think that covers everything. Enjoy and Happy Halloween!

Looking back, Class 3-A would agree the event that would come to be known as “the Demon Incident” was all Ashido’s fault. To be fair, she didn’t mean to, but it all started with one innocent idea that fateful afternoon…

��…and that led to the adoption of the first vigilante laws in Japan,” Aizawa-sensei said, snapping his book shut. “Don’t forget your reports on vigilantism and its effects on modern society are due next Monday. I feel it goes without saying, but I expect you all to be on your best behavior this weekend. Halloween is a fun holiday, but knowing teenagers and you hellspawn…” He heaved a sigh as he shrugged into his favorite sleeping bag. “Due to heightened security, you will only be allowed off campus for special circumstances. If I hear even a peep of you at the parties downtown, you’ll be expelled faster than you can say ‘Plus Ultra’. Enjoy your lunch.”

You groaned, knowing you still had a good two pages left to do on your report on Knuckleduster before you could enjoy the holiday. Even worse, you knew your boyfriends were not about to let you live that down. For all the upsides of polyamory, getting double lectures on procrastination was not one of them.

Speaking of boyfriends, the one who sat directly in front of you started putting his things away as the usual after-class chatter started up. Midoriya had barely zipped up his backpack when a pair of hands slammed down on his desk.

“Eep!”

“Oh, sorry Deku!” Uraraka giggled. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to ask if you had any plans for Halloween?”

“O-oh, it’s okay Uraraka!” He replied. “You just caught me off-guard. And no, I didn’t really have any plans.”

“Kinda sucks that Aizawa said we couldn’t go out, huh? I really wanted to check out the parties in Shibuya for once.”

“The Shibuya parties are rife with behavior not becoming of future heroes!” Iida cut in. “Uraraka, I’m appalled you’d think such behavior is okay!”

“This coming from Mr. Hosu over here?” Todoroki muttered.

Iida’s jaw locked shut as he turned about as red as Kirishima’s hair. “I thought we promised not to talk about that!”

Todoroki shrugged, putting away his notebooks, one for class and one that you assumed was full of his wild theories. The others laughed, minus Shinsou, who remained asleep at his desk. You joined in, especially since you could also overhear Kaminari and Sero lamenting that they couldn’t go trick-or-treating. Yaoyorozu tapped you on the shoulder holding out her phone with costume ideas. “What do you think [L/n]? Should I go with the classic look or make it a bit more modern?”

“Honestly you could pull off either one, but I think that one’s better for your Medusa costume.”

“Great, thank you! You’re still coming to game night on Sunday, right?”

“Of course! So long as I get my report done… and we don’t do Monopoly again.” You couldn’t complain about your seating placement – and neither could Yaoyorozu since you replaced a particularly troubling student when you joined Class A in Year 2.

Then, as the room lulled in conversation, it happened. “Hey guys, I’ve got an idea!” Ashido announced, standing up on her desk chair. “We’re all stuck here for Halloween, so we should do something together, right? We’re only young once after all!”

“Oh, are you thinking of a party?” Yaoyorozu asked. “I’d be happy to have my family’s chef cater, and I could provide the decorations.”

“No, a costume contest!” Hagakure shouted. “We should totally see who has the best costume!”

“I’ve got a lot of recipes for homemade candy I’ve been wanting to try,” Sato offered.

Ashido held up her hand, and the class quieted down again. “All excellent ideas, but we’re high schoolers! We should do something bigger, something amazing, something that we’ll remember for the rest of our lives. Maybe it’ll even go down in UA history! I propose…” She paused, watching as you all leaned in in anticipation. “A scare-off.”

“A scare-off?” The class echoed.

“Exactly. We each try to see who can scare the most people in class. People can team up to form alliances, of course, but no more than four people in a team. Losers have to do the winners’ dorm chores for a month.”

“Oh, I’m in!” Kirishima shouted. “A test of bravery, it’s so manly!”

“More like a test of who can stare into the darkness without letting the darkness stare into them,” Tokoyami said, with the softest of smiles.

“Fumi means he’s excited!” Dark Shadow squawked.

“Hold on, hold on!” Iida called out over the excitement, arm chops fully deployed. “We need to set ground rules. And get off of your chair, it’s dangerous!”

“Of course, class prez,” Ashido winked. Iida nearly had an aneurysm as she moved from standing on her chair to standing on her desk. “We aren’t leaving campus, Aizawa made that clear. Since there’s only a day and a half to get ready, we can’t really order anything either, so you can only use what’s on campus. Also, it wouldn’t be fair to the other classes if they get involved without wanting to, so the scaring can only happen in our dorm. Anything outside or in our own rooms is a safe zone. The roof, common areas, and hallways are all free game. We’ll start at 10 sharp on Halloween night. Anyone who runs out to the safe zones or surrenders is out.”

“Oh,” Iida paused. “Very well thought out, thank you.”

Ashido mock-bowed, as you and half the class gave her applause. She snapped her fingers. “Oh, I almost forgot. No one is required to participate if you’re not into it. Anyone who says they’re not participating will be considered safe and won’t have to do the punishment for the losers.” Her eyes drifted to Midoriya.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Sorry Mido,” she said, “but, I know you don’t like scary movies… you always leave when we have a scary movie marathon. I figured you wouldn’t like something like this.”

“Oh… well… I… I want to participate. I think it’ll be fun.”

Bakugou, who had been uncharacteristically silent, slowly turned towards Midoriya with a raised eyebrow. You bit your tongue as well, giving a look to your boyfriend. You had to fight a smile, practically seeing the gears in his head turning. His brilliant analytical mind was already working overtime. “Ka-Kacchan, don’t look at me like that! It’ll be f-fun!” He said, but his quavering voice wasn’t convincing.

Or at least it wasn’t convincing in the way his classmates thought.

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Bakugou was walking with you back to the dorms when Kirishima ambushed the two of you outside the bathrooms. “Yo, Katsuki, [Y/n]! Do you guys wanna team up for the scare-off?”

“Fuck off Shitty Hair, I’m not teaming up with you.”

You, of course, were a bit gentler. “Sorry Kiri, I’m still deciding if I want to participate. I don’t even have a costume yet.”

“Oh man, is Baku-bro actually scared?” Sero laughed.

Kaminari snickered. “Who know Blasty McSplodey was a scaredy cat?”

“Guys, chill,” you said with more than a little heat. Before you could continue, you felt Bakugou grab your shoulder. Your eyes met for a brief moment, with him sending you a silent thanks.

Bakugou took a deep breath; you knew he was running through his therapy checklist. He had come quite a long way in the past two years. He counted down silently, then replied. “One, not scared. You chucklefucks were the ones who needed to sleep with the light on after that last slasher movie. Two, I’m gonna be off campus.”

“Wait,” Kirishima said. “You’re not gonna sneak off campus, are you?”

 “Fuck no! I actually have an excuse. The old hag and old man need me at home for some stupid Halloween thing for their work. One of their shitty models got sick.”

“It’s actually a pretty cool line, the clothes are modern takes on classic horror movies. There’s this sleek Dracula one I’d love to get if I had the money,” you added. “And Bakugou, you know your parents just want you to be more involved. It’s their way of showing love.”

“No one asked you,” he muttered. “Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”

“Ah damn, that sucks…” Sero muttered. “Not the love part, that’s cool you get to model. Just… you would’ve been perfect for our team.”

“Yeah, nothing’s scarier than your explosions,” Kaminari said, hanging off Sero’s shoulders.

“And don’t you fucking forget it!” Bakugou snarked, though there was no heat behind it. As your friends headed off to the cafeteria, you and Bakugou quietly turned back to the dorms.

You took the elevator up, walked down the hallway, climbed the stairwell to the next floor, walked back down the next hallway, and took the elevator back down a floor. The two of you were now sure no one was following you. Bakugou took one last look to make sure the hall was deserted before approaching the door and giving the secret knock.

Almost immediately, a soft voice came from the other side. “Original run. Issue 506-A.”

It was an obscure issue in the worst arc of the comic run, but Bakugou remembered it without hesitation. “All Might fights the robots of the evil Doctor Z.”

“Issue A not Issue B.”

“Listen fucker, you know it’s us!”

“You were the one who came up with the password system, not me.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You sighed and answered instead. “Misprint issue with messed up coloring. Makes All Might look like he’s running around without pants.”

The door swung open. “Welcome, Agent Explosion Murder and Agent Speedo.”

“Agent Green Might,” Bakugou replied with a smirk, and walked into Midoriya’s room. The door clicked shut and was locked.

“Guys, can we please change my codename?”

Midoriya snorted. “No way, we’re totally not letting you live down the locker room incident of Year 2.”

“How was I supposed to know it was a banana peel?!”

Bakugou fell onto the bed laughing. “Fuckin’ classic!” Therapy wasn’t the only thing Bakugou had made a lot of progress on. Patching up his friendship with Midoriya was another, and living together in the dorms let the two do a lot of the things they always wanted to as kids. The secret passcodes with issues of the All Might comic and the codenames had been in place since they were four. Even in the rough times in middle school, the codes were used during their few truces. By the time the three of you started dating, they quickly roped you into all of their schemes.

The biggest scheme of all was keeping up the façade they hated each other – which was actually Midoriya’s doing. Despite appearances, he was far more scheming than anyone expected. He was not even close to the perfect little boy scout hero-wannabe that he portrayed. You used to be surprised by his mischievous side, but now you knew he was the evil mastermind of your throuple. Now, the three of you continued your relationship in secret, not because of how your classmates would react, but because messing with them was more fun.

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“Guys,” he had said at the time, “it’s perfect for tricking villains into thinking we’re not as close as we really are. They’ll underestimate us!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit ‘Zuku, you just want to fuck with our class.”

You had just laughed back then. “Bet you 10,000 yen they don’t figure it out before graduation.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

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“Those idiots really think you’re scared of shitty slasher movies.”

Midoriya groaned. “Ugh, they’re so boring and predictable. You guys know I can’t sit through one without falling asleep.”

“Or talking our ear off about how stupid they are,” you giggled, pulling Midoriya into your lap. He automatically adjusted into prime cuddling position without even realizing it. “Your mind never takes a break, huh ‘Zuku?”

“Why would you split up when a murderer is around? This isn’t Scooby Doo!” Midoriya huffed, adorably you might add, as you wrapped your arms around him. “I would’ve caught any of those slashers in five minutes.”

“Says the guy who can single arm shoulder press Fatgum and Endea-whore at the same time.”

“Details…”

“Would be the perfect time to try out Operation Crystal Lake,” Bakugou said, flopping back on Midoriya’s bed.

“Could be, but I’ve upgraded it. You guys want in?”  

“You think I’d be here if I didn’t, nerd? Made sure they think I’m gonna be off campus for Halloween. Nice improv by the way, [Y/n].”

“Come on, Kit-kat, you know I’ve always got your back. ‘Zuku, who’s gonna be our Jason? I’ve got the perfect quirk for it.”  

Midoriya smirked. “I have a better role in mind. Kacchan, how do you feel about scaring the piss out of the Bakusquad?”

“Don’t call them the Bakusquad.”

Both you and Midoriya answered together. “You’re their leader, it’s the Bakusquad.”

Bakugou groaned. “Whatever. Guessing you’re planning on using the trick we tried to pull on the old hag?”

“Auntie knows our tricks so it didn’t work on her, but I bet it’ll have the others running to their rooms in no time. Well, at least Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima. Mina’s gonna be tough, she’s definitely got the strongest spine for horror out of the rest of the class. Jirou might be hard too…” You gently tapped Midoriya’s hand, your sign for when he started mumbling.

“Right, sorry,” he said as he straightened up. “I’m thinking of bringing in someone to help. I’ve talked to one, and…” His phone pinged. “She’s on board.”

“Full team of four,” you said. “So, what plan are you thinking of now?”

Izuku walked over to his favorite All Might poster. He posed in his classic Golden Age costume, pointing at the viewer. It was the crown jewel of his collection so it was kept in a thick frame.

Well, that was what he told everyone else in class.

He flicked the hidden switch and the poster swung up, revealing the corkboard underneath with a spaghetti of red string tying pictures of your classmates together. “Kacchan, [Y/n], let me introduce you to Operation Ouiji Board.”

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It was finally the last class of the day, and thankfully it was a lighter one: History with Midnight. The class was getting antsy, and some were already planning their tricks for the scare-off. As Midnight allowed everyone to swap desks for a group project, it only made the planning easier. Ojiro turned to Kouda and Shouji. “Do you think we should go easy on Midoriya?” he signed, so as not to alert Midnight and to make Kouda feel more comfortable. You had the perfect view and quietly tapped a transcription in morse code with your pen for your boyfriends to hear. Midoriya’s insistence that the three of you become experts in non-verbal communication really paid off.  

“Maybe. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet.” Shouji signed back. “How about you Kouda?”

Kouda shrugged. “I don’t know if I even want to be part of it yet. I thought it might be fun to include my animal friends, but I don’t want them to get hurt if someone gets scared.”

“Good point,” Shouji signed.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the classroom, Uraraka floated a note to Asui. Bakugou got just enough of a peek and tapped back to you.

Let’s team up! I’m sure we could do something really fun with our quirks. Maybe I could float some of your slime?

Asui passed the note back with her tongue.

Okay, but slime isn’t scary by itself – kero.

No one was sure why Asui felt the need to write out the croak, but it was cute all the same.

Up at the front of the classroom, Kaminari whispered to Hagakure, just loud enough for all three of you to hear. “C’mon, you should totally join our team. You’d be perfect to play a ghost!”

“I mean, I know, but isn’t that what everyone is expecting me to play? Scary happens when you least expect it.”

“Okay!” Midnight said, snapping her whip. The class jolted upright. “It’s clear that you’re all excited for Halloween and not going to focus on your work. Obviously, I can’t blame you. Halloween is the best holiday of the year of course. The drama, the costumes, the tricks and… the treats.”

She slid up to sit on her desk, legs crossed. “So, does anyone want to tell me what exactly you all are planning? Or do I need to get rough… and by rough, I mean tell Aizawa.”

“No worries, we’re just going to have a scare-off in our dorms on Halloween,” Ashido explained.

“A scare-off! Oh, that sounds like so much fun! It reminds me of my days in UA when Mic and I tried to scare our friends at Halloween,” She paused, and her face fell a bit. “Just… promise not to do anything too dangerous.”

“Of course, not sensei, I’ll personally make sure of it,” Iida said.

Midnight appeared oddly stern. “Thank you, but I am serious. There are students who always try talk to ghosts or summon demons.”

Bakugou snorted. “As if that shit exists.”

Midnight pursed her lips. “That’s what I used to say. Then I ended up working a case investigating some students who had seemed to go missing. Turns out they were doing what they thought was ‘harmless’ witchcraft. They were never seen again… in one piece that is. It took months to find all the body parts.”

A sobering chill fell over the class. When the bell pierced the silence, everyone jumped. “But that was then, and I’m sure you all would be smart enough not to do anything like that! Be safe, have fun!”

The class slowly filed out, except for you and Midoriya. You walked quietly together out of the main classroom building and across campus to the dorms.

“So, what do you think of the plan?” Midoriya asked.

“Perfection as always, Small Might.”

“Aww, you flatter me.”

“So, I’ve got the little toy from Mei we’ll be using, but I’m kinda surprised you didn’t ask her to be our fourth.”

Midoriya laughed. “She’d be a great fit for the team, but since we’re going for subtle…” The campus suddenly shook. Both of you turned towards to the massive warehouse that housed the Support Class shops. As expected, a plume of smoke rose into the air, followed by the exasperated groans of Power Loader.

“Point taken,” you muttered. “Well then, I’ll get my stuff ready for the pre-show. Should I get the fake blood packs?”

“I think you’ll be able to do fine without it. Blood might actually traumatize them.”

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Bakugou stared at the storm brewing outside. He fought to keep a smirk off his face. This couldn’t have worked out better.

“Are you sure you can’t stay Baku-bro?” Sero asked.

Bakugou leveled a look at Sero. “You don’t know the old hag. There’s no telling her no.”

Just then, you and Midoriya ran up, on cue. “Kacchan, are you sure though? I’m sure Auntie wouldn’t want you going out in this rain! It’s dangerous and people drive so recklessly…”

“Hah?! You sayin’ I’m gonna die or somethin’ shitty Deku?”

“N-no! Of course not, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You gave your best puppy-dog eyes. “At least text us to let us know you got there, okay?”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow and a smirk in your direction. “Oh? You goin’ soft on me, [L/n]? Keep that up and people might start talkin’…”

“I’m just saying! It’s dangerous on nights like this – not to mention Midnight’s story…”

“Aww, see Baku-bro, can’t you be nice? We all just care about you!” Sero laughed.

“Fuck off. I’ll see you fuckers later. If something happens, I’m coming back to haunt your asses.” With that, he popped his umbrella and headed out. He could hear Midoriya spouting off his usual muttering and your attempts to calm him, but Bakugou smirked, hearing how it was a clear setup. As soon as he was out of view of the dorms, he circled back and scrambled up the rope ladder you had set up outside your dorm window. Now all he had to do was wait for showtime…

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“Oh, hey [L/n].”

“Eep! Shouji, don’t do that!” You said. “Nearly jumped out of my skin there.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Guess Midnight’s story has everyone on edge.”

You laughed. “Yeah, guess so. Don’t know how long I’ll last tonight. You ready?”

“Yeah, teamed up with Ojiro and Hagakure. We’ll try to go easy on you.”

A flicker of guilt passed through you. “Don’t. It’s like they always say, we gotta go Plus Ultra!”

Shouji seemed impressed. “Challenge accepted then. By the way, what’s with the lunchbox?”

“Oh this?” you said, holding up the small tin box in your hand. It looked like a collector’s item, stamped with some pre-quirk era comic book hero’s likeness. “Surprise for Snipe-sensei’s birthday. He doesn’t look like it, but he has his own collection of retro merch that’d make even Midoriya jealous.”

“Huh, had no idea. I’ll catch you later.”

“Yeah, see ya!” As Shouji left, you let out a silent sigh. The bit about Snipe you completely pulled out of your ass. Instead, you crept through a side door and set the lunchbox against the wall, the strong magnets holding it steady. With careful hands, you opened it and set the timer, connecting wires to the dorm’s fuse box…

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At the slightly-less-exciting stroke of 10 pm, the students gathered in the common room. Almost instantly, Hagakure and Kouda screamed. Sero descended from the ceiling and his web of tape in a fairly good spider costume. “Aww man, I was hoping I’d get more of you with that,” He groaned. “At least I still have the rest of the night.”

“Good luck man,” Kaminari laughed, dressed in a Pikachu kigirumi. “You’re not gonna get me with that.”

“Kaminari,” a deep voice breathed in his ear. “You failed your test.”

“AAHHH I’M SORRY SENSEI!” He then stopped and realized that “sensei” had violet eyes.

“Heh,” Shinsou grinned, lowering his capture weapon. “Funny how much a voice changer and some black hair dye can do.” Todoroki, dressed as a vampire, narrowed his eyes, pulling out his conspiracy notebook to make a couple notes.

“Guys,” Midoriya said, “Have any of you heard from Kacchan? He always texts when he gets to Auntie’s place. He should have been there hours ago, but he’s not answering my texts.”

“I’m sure he’s just busy,” Uraraka said, patting his shoulder. She was dressed in a highly detailed Apollo-era astronaut spacesuit, accurate down to the mission patches. “I bet his mom just put him to work right away and he forgot.”

“I guess… but it’s not like him!” Midoriya’s eyes watered, threatening to ruin his professional-grade All Might costume and makeup.

Aoyama popped up next to him. “It will be fine, mon ami. Why don’t you have a snack!” He whipped out a silver tray and lifted the lid, revealing a platter of Kraft Singles. “OooOOOoooo! Isn’t it terrifying?!”

Midoriya looked to Uraraka, who merely shrugged. “Aoyama, what’s scary about processed cheese?”

“It’s not real cheese! Is it plastic? Is it even truly edible? OoooOOOOooooOOOO!” He closed the tray and slunk off to attempt to scare another.

Uraraka leaned over to Midoriya. “We can never introduce him to actual American food, can we?” Midoriya shook his head.

“Sorry I’m late!” You said, running up to them.

Uraraka gasped. “So cool! I could’ve sworn you were gonna use your quirk.”

“Too tiring to keep that up,” you said. Your shapeshifting quirk was flawless but had the significant drawback of burning you out after prolonged use – certainly made you jealous of people like Toga, even if she had to drink blood for hers. “You don’t think the witch costume is too cliché?” You had the full robes, complete with eerie skull buttons and a pointed witch’s hat. You even had a thick grimoire and Ouiji board cradled in your arms.

“No, it’s great! It’s so detailed too, you look like you can really cast magic spells! Did Hagakure help you with the makeup?”

“Funny story, actually…” Before the two of you could launch into specifics, the lights dimmed.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s get started!” Ashido said, getting a cheer from the class. “Who wants to go first?”  

“If it’s all the same, I’d like to go first,” you volunteered “It took some time to set everything up.”

“Sounds good!” Ashido said. “What’cha got for us?”

“Demonic summoning!”

The class was caught a bit off-guard. “Okay, guess we’re going zero to a hundred off the bat,” Jirou muttered. While the rest of the class murmured, Dark Shadow clapped excitedly.

Everyone gathered in the darkest corner of the common room as you opened your spellbook and set out the Ouiji board. “Are you sure this is safe?” Midoriya asked, eyeing the chalk lines and runes.

“It will be, as long as none of you cross the salt line. It’s very important you don’t,” you said. “If the salt line is broken, the demon could escape and… well I’d rather not say.”

“It’d kill you all!” Dark Shadow shrieked.

“Shhh!” Tokoyami said, eager to watch the show.

The class shuddered. You sat in the middle of the carefully warded circle and began chanting in Latin. At first nothing happened. Ashido was just about to say something, when the lights flickered. Your chanting grew louder as your voice grew deeper, and your eyes seemed to roll back in your head.

“O-o-okay [L/n], I think you can stop,” Ojiro said, more worried about your wellbeing than anything.

Suddenly, the lights cut out completely. The red emergency lights kicked on, casting an eerie glow over the room. A dark amorphous figure materialized in the summoning circle. Gasps filled the room. You slumped forward as the demon began to take shape.

“[Y/n]!” Midoriya shouted, running forward, just missing the grabbing hands of his friends, trying to keep him back. He tripped, and the salt line broke…

The shadow smashed into his chest. As soon as it started, the ritual seemed to be done and the lights snapped on. Everyone rushed to Midoriya and you. “[L/n]’s breathing but unconscious,” Shouji called out.

“Deku? Deku, wake up,” Uraraka said, kneeling at his side. Suddenly his eyes flung open, and he jolted awake. “Deku?”

He floated to his feet, and the class gasped. His eyes were bloody red instead of cool forest green. His bones popped as his head cocked to one side. “What’s wrong, friiiiends?” His voice eerily creaked. “Don’t you want to play with your old pal Deeekuuuu?”

Everyone took a step back. “Deku… what are you…?” Uraraka said. A frightening grin overtook his face. He opened his mouth and a terrifying black tentacle lashed out before snapping back. With a single sweep, he knocked your limp body sideways and into the wall. “[L/n]!”

“Mon dieu!” Aoyama squeaked.

Midoriya blocked anyone from getting close to you as his demented voice cackled. “Let’s play hide and seek. I’ll be it.”

The lights snapped off again.

“Run.”

Screams filled the room, and the class scattered. Kouda and Aoyama immediately ran into their rooms. No amount of bragging rights and chore freedom was worth dealing with demons.

Two down, nineteen remain.

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Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Asui were huddled together on the next floor. “We’ve got to do something,” Iida hissed.

“How do you deal with a possessed best friend?” Uraraka sobbed. “And what about [L/n]?!”

“We’ve got to make sure [L/n] is okay, and maybe he’ll put things right,” Asui said. “We have to get back down to the common room.”

“But we’ll need a distraction,” Iida said quietly. “I vol-”

“Me,” Todoroki said. The others turned. “It makes the most sense. Iida can get in and out fast and I can maybe freeze… that thing.”

“That thing is our friend!”

“Not anymore,” Todoroki said. “We have to save him. It’s a monster wearing Midoriya’s skin.”

Asui reluctantly nodded. “I’ll go and help Iida.”

“What a good plan.” The four of them jumped, Midoriya’s eerie voice echoed through the hallway. “Too bad none of you will live to make it downstairs.”

“Where is he?” Uraraka squeaked looking around. Todoroki flared his flames to light the room, but nothing was there.

“Why O-chaaaaa-ko, I’m your friend, I’m always by your side.” Suddenly they looked up. The Green Demon skittered across the ceiling, then bent backwards to look at them with a demented smile. They didn’t have a chance before the tentacles lashed out.

“Got youuuuu.”

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A few floors up, Sato, Hagakure, Ojiro, Shouji, and Shinsou huddled together. “What do we do, what do we do, what do we do?!” Hagakure squealed.

“Deep breaths, Tooru,” Ojiro soothed, rubbing her back. “We’re going to be okay.”

“We do need a plan,” Sato muttered. “We’ve all got good quirks to keep us safe, we just need supplies. Let’s head to my room, I’ve got sugar for myself, but also a lot of kitchen knives just in case.”

“What if this is all just part of the scare off?” Shouji asked. “Aren’t we overreacting?”

“You saw Deku!” Hagakure nearly shrieked. “He’s not like that. That’s not our ray of sunshine!”

“Shinsou, you’ve been quiet,” Sato said. “What do you think? You’re the closest with Midoriya.”

Shinsou was pale, his face just illuminated by the light of his phone. “Tenya, Tsu, Shouto, and Ochako are gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Ojiro asked.

“Just… gone,” Shinsou muttered. “We all agreed to share our phone locations with each other just in case someone got kidnapped. All four of their phones are just… gone.”

Suddenly, they could hear heavy footsteps approaching them. Shinsou whipped the phone flashlight down the hall. “Guys?” A familiar voice called. “Is that you?”

“Uraraka?”

She ran up panting. “Thank goodness you’re alright! I just barely escaped Deku. I hope the others got away.”

Shinsou narrowed his eyes. “Ochako, what about your phone?”

“We kept our phones out for light and Deku smashed them. We tried calling for help, but it looks like the storm knocked out a cell tower.” An eerie skittering echoed down the halls. “Oh no, that’s Deku,” Uraraka hissed. “Turn off your light!”

“But…”

“Do it, Shinsou!” Hagakure hissed.

Shinsou begrudgingly turned it off, plunging them all into darkness. “Here, let’s hold hands so we don’t get lost,” Uraraka said. Shinsou felt a soft hand take his – Uraraka, he assumed – while he could feel Shouji take his other hand. “This way guys. We can use my room.”

For a moment they stumbled in the dark, heading farther down the hallway. Ojiro then spoke up. “Uh, Uraraka, where are you going?”

“To my room.”

“But… isn’t your room the other way? We’re heading towards [L/n]’s room.”

Suddenly, lightning flashed, briefly lighting the hallway. Shinsou jumped back, letting go. “That’s not Uraraka!” Uraraka’s form was replaced by yours, now looking decayed and zombie-like. “Shit, it’s [L/n]!”

“Oh dear,” you hissed as the skittering grew louder and closer. Shinsou’s phone light turned on again. “It’s always so hard to keep a form for long.”

“[L/n], you’ve gotta fight him!” Hagakure shouted.

Shouji froze. “Look at his eyes.”

Where your normal eyes once were had been replaced by nothing but empty black pools. You raised your arms, hissing. “I must serve my master. All hail the Green Demon!”

“Run!”

“Going somewhere?” Demon Midoriya floated through the air, tentacles lashing.

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The Bakusquad minus Ashido hid in the boys bathrooms, in a rear closet. The room was eerily quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional slosh of water in the bath as the pump circulated. “Guys I’m freaking out, what the hell is going on!” Kaminari trembled.

“I don’t know but we’ve got to get out of here!” Sero agreed.

“Guys, pull yourselves together, we’re heroes! We need to make sure our friends are safe first! Getting everyone out safe is the manly thing to do.”

“You’re right man,” Sero said, pulling out his phone and sending a message in the group chat.

“But what about [L/n]? And how do we save Deku? A-And Bakugou still isn’t answering!”

Kirishima’s shoulders sagged. “We’ll have to check on Baku-bro later. Hopefully he’s fine. First, we gotta get out and get the teachers.”

“Man, of course it was Deku who’d get possessed. If he was here, he’d know what to do. He’d like… analyze the demon!”

“Or [L/n] would be able to copy and fight him hand to hand!”

“Or Baku-bro could knock him out,” Kirishima agreed. “Wait, we could fix this! If we got to the breakers, we could get the lights back on. That’d at least help us see him coming!”

“Good idea Kiri!”

“Guys,” Sero whispered. “The group chat… it’s silent.” The other two peeked over his shoulder. The only thing there was a sound clip sent from Shinsou.

“Shit! It’s [L/n]-”

The clip cut off.

“[L/n]?” Kaminari muttered. “Does that mean… Demon-ku got to [L/n]?”

“Guys,” Sero said.

“Then, we really need to get out of here and get the teachers. Kaminari, you and Sero run ahead. I’ll try and check for anyone else here.”

“Guys.”

“Kiri, it’s too dangerous!”

“Guys!”

“What!”

“Did you just hear the door open?” They slowly turned towards the closet door. A slow bare footstep smacked against the tile. One by one, they could hear each of the showers turn on. Steam started to fill the room, seeping under the door. The bathwater splashed.

The three scarcely dared to breathe. They stared at the slit of light under the door, waiting for a sign of who it was. Their hearts stopped when they heard a familiar popping.

“Katsuki…?” Kirishima ventured.

“You came back?” Kaminari asked hopefully, reaching for the door handle.

Sero grabbed his friends. “Something’s not right.”

The lock on the door exploded. The door slowly swung open. “Baku-” Kaminari’s voice caught in his throat.

It was Bakugou, but his skin was pale and splotchy. His eyes were completely black, and his hair hung loosely on his head, soaked to the bone. His favorite clothes were torn and… was that a tire track across his chest? A raspy breath rattled from his mouth as his arm slowly rose to point at his friends. “Youuuu… fuckers…”

Their screams could be heard all over campus.

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“I don’t like this.”

“Me neither, Tokoyami. We should have all stayed together.” Yaoyorozu produced a flashlight from her arm. “At least we have an advantage with you and Dark Shadow.”

“Mwhehehe,” Dark Shadow giggled. “Say the line, Fumi!”

“It’s hardly appropriate. For all we know our friends are in danger from a demon… if they’re still alive that is.”

“I’m sure they’re alright,” Yaoyorozu sighed. She cast the light over the doorway to the maintenance room. “Hmm, didn’t Shouji say he saw [L/n] messing around over here earlier?”

“Do you think he planned this?” Tokoyami looked deep in thought. “Perhaps this is an elaborate act?”

“But [L/n] borrowed all of your demon summoning books!” Dark Shadow squawked.

“Why do you have demon summoning books?”

“You never know what might be handy someday.”

“I suppose I should expand my reading then,” Yaoyorozu muttered, running the light over the door again, stopping short of opening it. “The floor. It’s all wet.”

“Soaked!” Dark Shadow added. Suddenly the hallway was filled with screams.

“What was that?!”

Tokoyami spread his cloak, letting Dark Shadow spread across the floor and walls. “By the sound of it, our friends.”

Dark Shadow didn’t get far. “Fumi, I found something!”

You moaned as Dark Shadow coiled around you. “All hail the Green Demon!”

Yaoyorozu gasped. “Oh no, it’s [L/n]!”

“The demon has clearly claimed his mind. We’ll need to perform an exorcism. We should take him to my room.”

“Fumi, he’s holding something!” Dark Shadow took the bundle from your hand and brought it over to Tokoyami.

Yaoyorozu cast the light over the strange object. “Looks like a bundle of paper,” Tokoyami muttered. “Are you trying to communicate, [L/n]? You can break free of the demon!”

 Yaoyorozu, however, frowned as she touched the paper. “This is odd, it’s not normal.” Then she realized a moment too late. “Tokoyami, throw it away, it’s flash paper!”

“Too late… fuckers…” The enthralled Bakugou growled. With the smallest of sparks, the room burst with light rendering Dark Shadow useless.

Before Yaoyorozu could run, you crept up behind her. “You must serve the Green Demon!”

As the two screamed, taken beyond the veil, you and Bakugou droned on with your worship, only stopping to mutter. “What a mad banquet of darkness…”

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Ashido and Jirou crept through the common room. “I have a really bad feeling we’re the only ones left,” Jirou said. “You heard those screams too, right?”

“C’mon, all we have to do is undo whatever [L/n] was doing right? It’s Ouiji board rules, right? We just have to say goodbye!” Ashido said.

“This is a demon summoning, Mina, I don’t think it’s that easy.” Jirou froze. “Someone’s coming.”

Suddenly, an eerie red light illuminated you above the summoning circle. “You shall not stop the dark revelry. You will make the perfect sacrifice for our lord! All hail the Green Demon!” You shouted, launching into a new wave of chanting.

“Screw this, we gotta get out of here!” Jirou shouted, but as she reached to grab Ashido’s arm, a clammy cold hand grabbed her.

“Earphoooones…” The voice growled behind her.

“Ahh! Bakugou?!”

Ashido stepped back, readying her acid. “I’m sorry guys, I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not letting you take her!” She was about to throw it when she could hear skittering above her. She spun around just in time to be snatched by the demonic tentacles.

“Such a good servants you are,” Midoriya’s demented voice hissed. His eyes seemed to bore into Ashido. “You’ve brought me perfect sacrifices. I’ll harvest their souls, just like the rest.” The demon seemed to unhinge its jaws, descending on her.

“NOOOOOOO!!”

The lights flicked on. “And that’s the game,” Midnight said, standing next to the light switch. The rest of the class emerged from the hallway, embarrassed.

“What?!” The two girls shouted.

Midoriya smiled brightly and lowered Ashido before retracting Black Whip and releasing Float. You high-fived him before turning to Bakugou, who was strangely trembling. “Katsuki, are you okay?”

Suddenly he doubled over in laughter. “WOOOOO! I can’t believe each and every one of you idiots fell for it!”

“But-but-but, I thought you left?!” Kirishima spluttered.

Bakugou was dying with laughter, so you took over. “Bakugou’s trick was, as sensei would say, a logical ruse. In fact, Midoriya planned the whole thing.”

“Midoriya?!”

“But Mido,” Ashido said, “I thought you didn’t like scary things!”

“Nope, I just find them really boring, and people don’t like it when I start overanalyzing movies.” Uraraka and Iida winced. “Nothing against you guys of course! I know I’d get upset if someone wouldn’t stop talking when I was watching something.”

“So, how did you do it?” Yaoyorozu asked. “It was – clearly – very convincing.”

“Well, Kacchan pretending to leave was the first step, but getting Midnight to help was the second.”

“Wait, we were only allowed to have people from our class!” Sato said.

Bakugou, finally having control over his laughs, snorted. “Nah, Pinky only said we could only have four people on our team. She never said it had to be in our class.”

“You got me there,” Ashido sighed.

“That’s why I planted that little story about demonic summoning during class,” Midnight said, “and why I volunteered to watch the dorm for Aizawa tonight. Then of course, I also supplied a bit of my quirk.”

“We needed just a bit,” Midoriya explained. “That way we could get [L/n] to convincingly pass out. Then, after he woke up when I chased you guys out of the room, he had time to put on some bloody makeup and to shapeshift into the fake Ochako. Auntie taught me a lot about costume makeup for cosplays so I have a bit of a collection for times like this.”

Shouji’s eyes widened. “Then, when I saw [L/n]…”

“I was setting up a timer to temporarily cut the power. Nothing sells a demon like a blackout, right?” All three of you removed the costume contact lenses from their eyes. “Convincing, huh?”

“All I had to do was suggest something terrible happening to me for you idiots to fill in the rest of the blanks,” Bakugou smirked. “’course my costume was pretty good too.”

“Admittedly the hardest part was getting Black Whip to come out of my mouth.” Midoriya muttered. “Anyway, that means we win! So, who’s taking over trash duty for me?”

The class just stared in shock. “I… can’t believe it,” Shinsou muttered. “They completely played us.”

“Like a goddamn fiddle,” Kaminari groaned.

“Not like it was hard, Dunce-face,” Bakugou snorted. “Doesn’t hurt my [Y/n] and my ‘Zuku are awesome actors and could scare your asses any day!”

It took all of two seconds before Bakugou realized what he had said. Todoroki, fearless or perhaps blunt as ever, spoke first. “Did Bakugou just admit he’s dating [L/n] and Midoriya?”

“Ah fuck.” In a flash you were surrounded by your classmates, clamoring for details.

You sighed. “And here I figured I’d win the bet.”

Midoriya laughed. “I guess Kacchan just had to force a win.”

“I didn’t wanna win it like this!”

And so, despite winning the scare-off, the three of you were perhaps stuck with the scariest thing of all: explaining why you were hiding a relationship for fun from a class that thrived on chaos.

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[mrawkweird]

Sometimes I still can't comprehend I live in a world where Sonic has a film franchise. Hell, just doing good in general.

I'm not kidding it is so hard to comprehend cause when I was growing up Sonic was "big" but still super niche compared to mr Jumpman, early youtube the only people really talking about Sonic were people who already liked him and poked fun lovingly when they weren't making something just inspired by him.

Then the 2010's happened, all of a sudden youtuber's all collectively came together to the consensus that "Sonic was never good" or "you're all just nostalgia blind" while claiming anyone who considers themselves a Sonic fan to be hyper weird creeps.

Not helping was the flip flopping in quality, the disaster that was the launch of the Sonic Boom brand (The Wii U game especially), and the brand essentially doing it's best to please both a more casual audience. Truly dark times for fans.

Then THIS happened

THIS. This legit in retrospect feels like it could have killed Sonic. Some mid to bad games? He could live through that shit like it's nothing. The only people that affects are the people who play games. But a movie? Especially when they do the bad movie thing of changing the iconic look and removing anything likable about it? That feels like a death sentence. And there he was

With his fucked up lips and everything. And everyone trashed on it, not just fans, not just haters, everybody thought it was bad, sensationally bad.

It could have all been over right then and there, but they got themselves a second chance and locked in immediately.

And after that everything's just fallen into place. It's just been W after W after W. Even something like IOS game is considered to be a dub now.

And he's everywhere. Back in my day I would have to leave my small ass town and find the nearest form of moderately big mall or town that had Toy's R Us for some Sonic merch but these days you can just find it at damn Walmart. And he's getting shit like music tours.

Eating establishments

And official crossover with DC Comics

Not to mention the fan content that's better than ever both because of the ease of access to better tech and the ever growing amount of inspired artist.

We got fan games

Fan music

And of course fan art and animation, many of which get's spotlighted on twitter. Hell to promote the last game they basically sponsored one themselves.

Really couldnt be a better time to be a sonic fan.

There's a moment where it really feels as if fate had to be on Sonic's side and it's that the first movie came out and managed to make enough of an impact financially right before shit went all the way south in 2020. Imagine if the pandemic just instantly destroyed its theater release and left the studio unable to see the success they had on their hands. It would have almost been Sonic's luck too but they made it. To be here right now in this time where Sonic has reached these newfound heights almost feels like it should have been impossible but maybe it was always meant to be.

Also, funny you bring up Toys "R" Us because I had to go to one outside of my city as well to get this Sonic game watch.

I loved the hell out of this thing.

[sonicjustbecause]

Sonic Italian voices. What I think. What are my favourites:

Nine doing the well known Italian hand gesture 🤌. I smiled when I saw it.

I'm Italian (for this my English sucks, at least, I hope it is readable). I tend to wathc shows in italian, English and Japanese. Usually I enjoy Italian and Japanese dubbing, English... not so much, I don't like the choices of VA usually. Sonic Prime is one of the few exceptions. I'm glad to not hear RCS as Sonic. Is voice is terrible for him. Kirk's Shadow also is bad. I can say is the only Shadow I prefer to avoid to listen.

In 30 years Sonic series changed the VA but for some voices only from Boom and in videogames we are finally getting there.

Italian Sonic VA have been four as far as i remember: Pietro Ubaldi, Fabrizio Vidale, Daniele Raffaeli and Renato Novara.

Pietro Ubaldi is known to be the dubber of virtually all cats characters, both anthro and four legged such as Michael (What's Michael) to Giuliano (Love me Knight) to Artemis (Sailor Moon) to the blue scottish fold Doraemon but he also dubs funny villains. He dubbed Sonic in Sonic SatAM and AoStH. it sounded a bit weird in that role I must say.

Fabrizio Vidale dubbed also Shadow, going as far as making Shadow talk exaclty the same way Sonic talks, same speech pattern and inflection to underline their likeness. He was not much appreciated in that role and was also weird as Sonic though he managed to show his personality. Fabrizio Vidale was also the Italian VA of the inspector Gadget.

Daniele Raffaeli dubbed Sonic in Sonic Boom (serie). I think he has the cutest Italian voice for Sonic, I love that. He also dubbed Shadow (of course) but I have no idea about how he dealth with him, I only was able to watch about 10 episodes of Sonic Boom that were dubbed in italian. I was surprised to enjoy Sonic Boom, since I didn't give it credits. Shadow with a cute voice? Mmmh, I'm curious...

Renato Novara, the official Sonic VA (also in Videogames and in Sonic Movie) has a pleasant voice too. I think it sounds youthful and gives the impression of a strong yet funny character.

Tails also had four VA in my country: Veronica Pivetti, Federica de Bortoli, Maura Cenciarelli and Benedetta Ponticelli.

Veronica Pivetti was for Sonic SatAM and AoStH. She has a versatile voice, shge dubbed Megara from Disney's Hercules making her sound like an adult woman (of course), but she also dubbed Dende from Dragon ball and Tails, giving them an innocent childish voice. One thing I like about Italian voices choice is that children are virtually always dubbed by women, never by men. I hate to hear a 8 years old child talking with the voice of a 30 years old man. Few men can dub a child in a convincing way (we had Paolo Torrisi, his voice sounded easily like the one of a 10 years old kid. Unfortunately he died few years ago)

Federica de Bortoli dubbed Tails in Sonic X. Is long i don't watch Sonic X but I remember a nice childish yet determined voice.

Maura Cenciarelli didn't give me a strong impression. If I can tell Sonic's voice was cute, I can't tell what i think about Tails, apart from 'its fine as a kid voice'.

Benedetta Ponticelli has a very cute voice for Tails. She is also the official VA for videogames, she dubbed Tails in the movies and Nine, Mangey, Sails. While keeping the cuteness, I can tell Nine is spot on and can be scary with a cute sounding voice.

Knuckles had three VA here: Davide Garbolino, Oreste Baldini and Maurizio Merluzzo.

Davide Garbolino dubbed Sonic in Sonic Underground. He is one of the few men who is able to properly dub a kid (most of the character he dubbed were kids, indeed), but I never watched Sonic Underground so I have no idea about how he sounded as Knuckles.

Oreste Baldini dubbed Knuckles both in Sonic X and Sonic Boom. I kinda liked his voice but thinking about that, it didn't left me a strong impression, although i laugh when he i remember him screaming: 'Oh no! The curse of the moose' in Italian from Sonic Boom.

Maurizio Merluzzo is a GENIUS! I don't like, that's reductive, I LOVE his interpretation for Knuckles. Is a while he dubs Knuckles but he did his best in Sonic movie and following. he is also the VA in videogames.

Amy only had two VA: Antonella Baldini and Serena Clerici.

Andonella Baldini dubbed Amy in Sonic X and sonic Boom, while Serena Clerici dubs Amy in videogames and in Sonic Prime. Both of them represent what I love about Italian dubbing. Most of the time, Italian dubbers try to keep the voices as close as possible to the original voices. In shows that they respect particularly (like the Simpson) they go as far as choosing VA wich voice are virtually identical to the originals.

Serena Clerici uses a high pitched voice for Black Rose and Amy, while she sound more adult while dubbing Rusty and Thorn. Maybe my favourite is her Thorn interpretation.

For Shadow we got three VA, two of them shared with Sonic. Fabrizio Vidale, Daniele Raffaeli and Claudio Moneta.

I didn't hear Daniele Raffaeli yet, so I can't say how his voice sounds on him. But I can say, as far as I know, Shadow is not as soft spoken as in the English version. On the contrary, he talks loud and clear.

Fabrizio Vidale dubbed Shadow in Sonic X making him sound like Sonic. Terios, the reflection in short. I think this robbed some of Shadow's characterization. Shadow and Sonic shared the same voice in English version too, but Jason Griffith and Ryand Drummond were good to make them sound different. More like two identical twins who have also identical vocal folds, but due to their different personalities, they also have a different speech pattern and inflection. so they seem to have two different voices.

Claudio Moneta opted to show Shadow's emotions through his voice. he is an actor who prefer to put his personal twist on character he dubs rather than giving a perfect imitation, making him sound very strong, determined and no-nonsense but he sounded cheerful when he did steal all Sonic's regulators. Honestly I would have preferred to hear a soft voice in my language. He also dubbed Goku and Zarbon (the latter was dubbed as soft spoken).

Eggman got six VA, but I didn't hear all of them: Toni Fuochi, Riccardo Lombardo, Dario Penne, Gerolamo Alchieri, Roberto Pedicini and Aldo Stella.

I like most of them but I would talk about two in particular: Roberto Pedicini is the VA for the movie. More than the VA of Eggman he is the VA of most Jim Carrey interpretation, and he sounded dangerous, although funny in the movie.

Aldo Stella is Eggman in the videogames and in Sonic Prime.He also dubbed Guldo from Dragon Ball. his voice sounds nasty, rasp and high pitched and I like it. It makes me think what Eggman is, a mad scientist.

[criolla-star]

MY OPINION ON LMK SEASON 5

SPOILERS AHEAD

SCREAMING KICKING CRYING DYING AND FLYING I JUST FINISHED WATCHING IT IN CHINESE OF COURSE.

Nine-headed demon, I wasn’t a fan of the bird form ,But like I loved it man the nine-headed demon is officially one of my favourite characters I swear him and Macaque had beef.

Speaking of Macaque I loved him sooooooo much this season not that I don’t usually love him but EH WTF happened to his powers??? Why did they change colours did he really make a deal with someone??? But like I love how he literally used most of his power to break everyone free then just rolled on the ground.

Wukong now…..My man, my angel that hoop brought back 50 types of trauma and the fact MK used the migraine spell on him killed me….I understand why but it still hurt. And the 100 eyed demon reminding him what he did to Macaque broke me and I cried.

Li Jing….He redeemed himself a little at the end but I still wanna beat his ass into next week, how dare he treat poor Nezha that way and he put the hoop on Wukong then he trapped Macaque in the Pagoda.

Nezha don’t have much to say other than I really don’t like the way his mech looked like in the show it looked plain no hate to Wildbrain love them and can’t blame them for this considering they’re used to 3D animations and have other things to work on as well. But I loved Nezha as always.

MK…..No but like I’m still trying to figure out this kids’ hair colour sometimes it looks black then brown then both and I’m sitting there like wtf and then him going into his monkey form only for it to be brown, Anyway loved him a lot but am still depressed for what he did to Waking but it’s understandable. My guy also opened Pandora’s box….can’t wait to see more of that next season. But like c’mon whoever writes the script have got to give Mk a break.

NuWa….Here’s the thing I don’t really like or hate her she’s just this mutual feeling, no hate but I wasn’t really a fan as to how her face was animated, it probably just me but it looked a little off, I liked her snake body though and the idea of reincarnation is cool af.

Red Son…my baby needs more screen time

Sandy, they did wonders for him made me love him more

Pigsy was perfect absolutely loved him loved his relationship with Mk good father and son.

Tang I feel like he needed more screen time but I loved when he was on Pigsy’s back when they were climbing up the mountain.

Mei…poor girl was worried about her friendship with Mk wondering if there friendship was disappearing, jackfruit duo is amazing.

The hundred eyed demon wasn’t my favourite though he did manage to remind Waking about what he did to poor MacBook (Macaque) and also traumatised everyone else with their deepest memories.

My overall review of the season was 9 out of 10 this is my opinion I personally loved it and didn’t mind the animation other than NuWa’s Face the animation hit perfectly right when it needed to and the script was amazing all that matters is that the story was good so what if the animation isn’t the same the story was there and I would watch it again. Don’t go hating Wildbrain as I said before they’re amazing and getting used to a new animation style. I just can’t wait for the rest of the season to be dubbed in English. Again this is my review my opinion not everyone’s is the same so please don’t be hurt by this.

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Keep in mind that this is a Modern AU, Voltron never happened. All characters are around 21, except for Pidge (18) and Shiro (26).

Also, I SWEAR this is not Kallura.

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4 years. That’s how long it took for Keith to officially open his self-owned tattoo business.

The parlor was his pride and joy, and the only things more important to Keith were Shiro and Kosmo.

Keith had even managed to make a few friends along his path to tattoos, most notably a woman named Allura who been his emotional support throughout art school.

They had met via tinder. Keith, of course, had been completely humiliated to find that she was girl when they first met.

Explaining his sexuality to a stranger was quite awkward. It was worth it, though. She was his best friend now. Of course, she had always been friendly, likable, and social. Three things that Keith absolutely was not. But it made him happy to see her happy around other people.

(Lance)

Lance would follow Allura anywhere. He no longer hosted his initial embarrassing crush on her. Now, she was an older sister to him, someone he idolized.

This was a little too far, though.

Everyone stood outside of a tattoo parlor, dubbed “Marmora” by the flashing neon sign above the door.

Allura was holding a bouquet of blood red poppies.

Apparently her edgy tattoo artist friend had a soft spot for them.

The only reason Lance hadn’t turned tail and ran yet was that it was over a hundred degrees out, and Lance would rather not have a heat stroke.

Suddenly, Allura gasps.

“Oh no! I forgot food! I’ll be right back, guys. I need to find acceptable sustenance for Keith. Go on ahead, I’ll catch up!”

They reluctantly filed into the shop.

Lance was pleasantly surprised. Sure, there was MCR playing softly throughout the speakers, but the place looked homey. The dog, however, is what won Lance over.

It ran over, yapping excitedly. Also, was huge and probably very huggable.

Right when it looked like it was about to tackle Lance, a voice sounded from the next room.

“Down, Kosmo.”

Kosmo immediately settled down and padded over to the new figure.

Lance almost started staring at the tattoos covering the man’s arms, but he was distracted by the guy’s hair.

“Is that a mullet? What are you, sixty? And anyway, it looks like you don’t have any space left on this ink stained noodles you call arms, so why are you here?”

Ok, so Lance came off a little mean, but he had a habit of speaking his mind. Especially around wannabe Gerard Ways. The guy’s ears turned red. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something when the front door opened. In bustled Allura, with two bags of takeout hanging from her arms, and the flowers cradled close to her chest.

The looked up, his gaze softening.

“Oh, hey ‘Llura.”

Lance realized with horror who this was.

“Keith! Darling, it’s been much too long! Here, I have peace offerings for you! You know, in exchange for you not killing Lance because I see you giving him one of you death glares, and wow, I’m rambling, aren’t I.” Everyone stared in shock. This was Allura’s “absolutely adorable friend?”

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I’m 80% sure that the next post will be a part 2 to this. Or maybe I’ll loose interest and do something else instead. What do you guys think?

Part 2

[reliablejoukido]

Digimon BGM Project Behind the Scenes

I still have 6 more tracks to release on tumblr, but I figured I would do a little behind the scenes on the Digimon English dub BGM project. I'm a video editor by trade, so this project has always been right up my alley. I've spent over 12 years scouring the internet for crumbs of BGM tracks from the Digimon Adventure English dub, even going so far as to contact composers and musicians who worked on the show (to no avail). By 2020, I had collected 74 "official" tracks, but it wasn't enough. I wanted the ones that never got released.

And the only way to do it was to somehow obtain them myself.... from the original source material. I ripped the DVDs I already owned (the 2012 version-- the blu-ray obviously didn't exist yet) so I had copies on my computer. When the dub was released on DVD, the audio was "mixed down", meaning the vocals, sound effects, and music were combined into one track (for the record, the blu-ray also does this). This was of course problematic for me, but I was determined.

I went through every episode of the first season and scrubbed through them second by second to find music tracks I didn't have in my collection. I found all those iconic little bits of BGM that I figured myself and others would like to have. I cut out and saved every single instance of every track I wanted to keep. Then, I ran everything through Adobe Audition's center channel extractor/vocal remover. It's not a perfect method, as it still leaves sound effects, much to my irritation. But the reason I saved every instance of each song was so that I could edit them together, dropping as many of the sound effects as I could. In the end, I had at least semi-decent isolated BGM tracks. Good enough to share here, at least.

Someday there will be a way to remove all those dang birds and crickets and Nova Blasts, but until then, I hope you all enjoy what I've created