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syrupfog · 6 months ago

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The thing about being a pirate is that you can’t get too attached to anything you own.

Ships go down. Ships get stolen or looted. You change crews.

Maybe pre-pirating your whole island was razed to the ground and you escaped with only the clothes on your back and your odd hat.

It’s just a known fact; don’t get too attached to anything.

THAT’S why Law keeps his Sora collection a SECRET.

He knows it’s not wise to keep on board the Tang. He knows he’s just ASKING for a leak. He keeps the comics in waterproof containers as if that will help if they sink.

Honestly rule number one of being a pirate is “don’t eat a devil fruit you dumbass you need to swim” but he’d already broken that rule so he might as well break rule number two; “don’t get attached to anything you own.”

He got very attached.

When the Tang explodes, everyone makes it out. Which makes sense, because everyone (except for Law) are North Blue survivors, MADE for those icy ocean temps. It’s great, he’s eternally grateful he can trust his crew.

He’s just a little devastated that his collection is gone.

In the mean time, while debating how to get ahold of a second ship (would Wolf be willing to come out of retirement…?), they’re stuck on the Going Luffy again. Fucking creepy ass ship. But at least Law spends enough time getting pissed at Barto that he barely misses his things.

(That’s a lie; he used to reread one comic a night. He misses them a lot).

Two weeks into their stay, though, they finally catch up to the Sunny (which of the Straw Hats was dumb enough to give Barto their vivre card?) and as soon as they’re close enough, Law realises that he made a mistake, lounging on the deck to nap.

Because, like some sort of beacon, Luffy spots him instantly as he slingshots from one ship to the other.

“TraaaaaaaffFFFFFYYYYYY”

Law makes a quick room and switches himself with Bepo, who screams as Luffy crashes into him.

“Bear!!” Luffy yells. “You’re not Traffy!”

“No! Sorry!”

Luffy gets up and brushes himself off. “Oh, Traffy! When did you get over there?”

“When you decided to try to kill me with that landing,” Law says, cracking his neck.

Luffy laughs at him.

LUFFY is made of rubber. Law is not made of rubber and he does not think Luffy ever remembers that.

“I’m so glad you guys are here!” Luffy says, ignoring the insinuation that he would commit murder. “It’s been so BORING lately! And Nami says you guys don’t have a ship right now!”

Ah yes, Nami does read the paper religiously.

“We’re working on it,” Law says, ignoring Bepo’s sad expression.

“Well until then, you should join us!” Luffy says. “Since we’re in an alliance and all!”

“We are NOT,” Law snaps, “still in an alliance! That’s finished!”

Luffy laughs. “Okay,” he says.

Law doesn’t think that okay is real.

“But anyway, Sanji says you should all come over for dinner! He’s making meat!”

Barto, who has only just appeared (probably doing his hair), perks up. “Me too, Luffy Senpai??”

“Uh,” says Luffy. “Yeah, sure!”

Barto has stars in his eyes.

Law sighs. Barto is too much to handle on the best of days.

“Fine Straw Hat,” he says. “We’ll be there.”

They eat on the deck of the Sunny, because there’s not enough room in the galley. It’s a clear, starry night.

The Sunny’s headed to Elbaf.

Law sits at the edge and watches his crew make up to Usopp and Franky. Bunch of nerds, the lot of them.

He watches Luffy, too, as he eats a mammoth portion and then immediately lays down for a nap.

Law’s spent a lot of time watching Luffy.

He doesn’t get it, how one person can have such magnetism. Luffy could have the whole world bowing at his feet if he wanted. Law knows this because he could easily count himself among them.

He doesn’t understand why Luffy continues to seek HIM out.

He’s a hell of a lot grumpier than Luffy’s acquired crew. He’s also clearly been born with bad luck; it follows him like a plague. He’s not fun to be around.

But for some reason Luffy keeps finding him and looking happy when he does.

It’s weird.

Tonight, after half the crews have retired and Luffy’s woken up from his food coma, he does the same thing. He zeroes in on Law and sidles up to him.

“Hey!” He says, sandals slapping the deck. “You’re being all weird and lonely!”

“Shut up, Straw Hat. You’re just too friendly.”

Luffy puts his hands in his hips as he laughs. “You’re friendly,” he says. “You’re just not happy about it.”

That’s incredibly wrong. Law scowls.

“Now come on.” Luffy reaches down and pulls Law to his feet. “Sanji’s doing dishes.”

“So…?”

Luffy puts a finger to his lips.

Then he makes an INCREDIBLE amount of noise as he runs across the deck with Law in tow (and protesting about it) down to the men’s bunk room.

Chopper and Jinbei are already asleep but the light is on, and Zoro’s sitting in his bunk polishing his swords. He looks at them when they enter and snorts. “Stealing from your own crew, now, Luffy?”

Luffy laughs and Law starts to protest— or question?— but he’s pulled over to the lockers and Luffy starts rummaging through one that’s full of suits and smells sickeningly of cigarette smoke.

From the bottom he pulls out a box of—

“Is that— Sora?” Law breathes. This is the GRAND LINE. How did someone get SORA COMICS?

“Yep!” Luffy opens the box and starts getting his sticky fingers ALL OVER THEM. “The bear said you love this stuff! And that you lost yours!”

“I—“ how did Bepo…?

Of course Bepo knew. Damn him. Snooping bear.

“Sanji hates these things. I dunno why he insists on keeping them.”

Luffy gives up thumbing through them and instead sticks his GREASY HANDS IN and just pulls out 90% of the stack at random.

“Here you go!”

Law gapes at him.

“Straw Hat, you can’t just—“

Luffy grins. “Sanji won’t to notice!”

There’s two comics left in the box. Sanji will definitely notice.

Still, Law could never turn down this opportunity. He takes the stack with REVERENCE, realising these are the OLD ones, the ones with the much darker plot lines and terrible airbrush coloring.

Holy shit. They’re first editions.

He may have started crying right there, if not for the fact that he’s suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by incredibly loud, incredibly fake snoring.

He looks over. Zoro’s still holding his sword oil as he “sleeps”.

If he were a better man, Law would talk to Sanji about this.

But he’s not a better man. He’s a pirate.

Law makes a room big enough to reach the Going Luffy and reaches out with his free hand, grabbing Luffy.

He switches them with a Luffy statue from his own “guest” room.

Luffy laughs as Law lets go. “That’s so cool, we should prank people,” he says.

“Later,” Law says. He sits down on the floor in front of his hammock and starts carefully shuffling through the Sora.

Honestly he’s so caught up in finding out what volumes are there that he almost forgets he brought Luffy with him until the captain reaches out from next to him and points at one of the covers.

“Hey that looks like Sanji’s brother!”

Law rolls his eyes and starts talking about how it couldn’t possibly be whoever Sanji’s brother is because Sora came out when HE was a kid and Sanji’s too young for that, and anyway Straw Hat don’t you know anything about the LORE?

He talks about the lore.

He talks for a LONG time about the lore.

And the worst part of all is that Luffy pays attention for all of it, nodding like he’s listening.

(He can’t possibly be)

(But that’s okay)

When Law is done going through each comic and explaining the plots in detail, he realises just how much he’s forced down Luffy’s throat.

He starts to apologise but then he looks up at Luffy and sees him grinning.

“We should’ve taken all of them,” Luffy says. “You clearly care about them a lot.”

Law… blushes. Gets bright fucking red. “It’s a hobby,” he says. “It’s not important.”

“But you like it,” Luffy says.

“And that makes it important.”

Law stares at him.

He has the unnerving urge to kiss him.

“Straw Hat…”

Luffy leans forward, eyes wide.

Shockingly, he does what Law would never follow through on.

He kisses him.

HE KEEPS HIS EYES OPEN, THOUGH. LAW DOESN'T LIKE THAT.

Law reels back after the initial kiss. “LU-YA CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN YOU KISS SOMEONE.”

Luffy pouts. “No! I wanna see you!”

Law scoffs. His face is SO hot. “Shut up.”

He covers Luffy’s eyes and kisses him back.

Luffy’s a terrible kisser.

Law likes that.

He likes that there’s something he’s bad at. Because everything else about Luffy is so incredible.

Luffy goes to deepen the kiss but when he surges forward he knocks one of the comics with his foot and Law immediately stops the kiss to clean up everything.

When breakfast happens in the morning, Sanji complains briefly about someone breaking into his locker and messing sigh his stuff, but Zoro makes a remark that Sanji’s just upset because he hides sex toys in his locker and got found out.

They start fighting.

Luffy sits next to Law and eats all his pancakes, while Law picks at the accompanying fruit and eggs.

Then, under the table, Luffy grabs his hand.

Luffy’s hand is SO sticky.

Like, did he stick his hand IN the maple syrup?

Law lets it happen, though.

It’s good. It’s nice.

He fell asleep in the hammock last night with Luffy. Reading Sora.

Pirates can’t afford to get attached to things. Things get lost and looted and stolen.

But just this once. Just this once Law will try again.

#lawlu #lulaw #my writing #one piece

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spockandawe · 1 month ago

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Guys for real though I simply HAVE to scream about 'the hunter's gonna lay low,' because the hunter genre is giving me all the emotionally rich superhero content the western pop culture sphere has been gradually sapped of in favor of commercialized multiverse, but it is ALSO giving me all the emotionally rich gay yearning that is a crucial part of my diet, AND it's hurting my heart with burnout and trauma and the way people change in the face of the inevitable passage of time, and--

Let me back up. This is actually the first korean webnovel I've read so thoroughly! It's not finished yet, because the original novel isn't finished yet, but there's a solid 450k of text and I'm pretty sure the ending is imminent. Technically, i started orv before this (but paused/stalled about a hundred chapters in) and also started the novel for 'the guild member next door' (and then lost my internet tab lmao). So i really did intend to try to stick to first-in-first-out reading, but oh man. This story GOT to me, i was incapable of putting it down.

Technically, i started with the manhwa, just something casual to check out while I was bored on my business trip. But the comic is brand new, there were only fourteen chapters at the time, and I finished and didn't even pump the brakes before powering on to the novel. No regrets at all, i even used my in-flight wifi to keep reading as i came home.

I can only give you a sprinkling of the plot without wandering into plot points I don't think should be spoiled, but i REALLY want to encourage people to check it out, I'm also in the middle of 'i became a god in a horror game' and 'evil as humans,' both of which are EXTREMELY good, and this one effortlessly shouldered them out of the way

The genre! If you're not familiar with the hunter genre, the oversimplified explanation is that some people awaken as 'hunters,' who have super powers of various strengths and rarity, typically administered by a system of some kind. They usually use these to fight monsters, sometimes in dungeon-esque settings, often with magical tools and weapons either dropping in these dungeons or being made from monster materials.

The story! In THIS hunter setting, eleven years ago, a magical rift of some kind opened, and monsters came out and started wreaking havoc on the world. However, gradually, among the survivors, some of them began to awaken with new powers that gave them the ability to fight back. Our hero, cha eui-jae, was the first S-class hunter to awaken in south korea, in the aftermath of one of these early attacks where his parents were killed and he (age 17) narrowly survived.

As an S-class hero, and one with combat-oriented abilities, he had immeasurable value, as a weapon, as a figurehead, as a symbol for the people to rally around. By a significant margin, he was the most capable fighter in the country, and he worked hard to live up to those needs and expectations as the hunter "J". Again, he was seventeen. The one saving grace was that he had an adoptive aunt who helped shield him as much as she could, and a mask that hid his face and changed his voice.

This lasted three years. At the end of that period, among all the other dungeons and rifts popping up, there was a strange new rift, one that was expanding, and would start eating into the country eventually. Cha eui-jae led dozens of hunters in, and eventually the rift closed, but none of those hunters ever came out.

Until! Eight years later! Cha eui-jae wakes up outside the rift, back in seoul, lying in a pile of garbage, with NO idea how he got there or what happened in those intervening years.

In some ways things are.... good. Authorities have the ability to predict rifts now, and push alerts to people's phones to warn them to seek shelter. Kids ignore the warnings to stick around and film videos of cool fights to upload online. All the monster- and human-driven chaos of the early days is gone. And that's good, right? That's all cha eui-jae dreamed of all this time.

Cool! Things are under control! They don't need him. When he woke up, he was starving, and stumbled into a nearby hangover soup restaurant (a classic korean comfort food) to ask for something to eat. Now, he's helping out the elderly owner and helping look after her granddaughter and basically running the whole restaurant to let the old lady rest. The place is a major hunter hangout spot, but whatever, it's not like anyone ever knew his face, and most of these people awakened long after he left the scene. He's just a normal! regular! guy!

Yeah, when is that ever allowed to last 😂

Eventually, he ends up showing that he has SOME kind of powers in front of the wrong person, another rare s-rank, the number one ranked hunter in south korea, lee sa-young. If you look up this series and see an edgy try-hard hot topic guy with purple eyes and a purple gas mask, that's him. He's perfect. I would DIE for him.

He's also a mouthy motherfucker with a bad attitude! And he is also, non-metaphorically, extremely poisonous. And venomous, I assume. Restaurants have to throw out the utensils after he uses them, so it's safe to assume it's bad news either way! And folks... i didn't think the bratty little brother archetype was ever going to be my thing, but i was so very wrong. He's perfect, he's fascinating, he's engaging as HELL. Cha eui-jae is a WONDERFUL protagonist, i was happy to read whatever he was up to, but lee sa-young is an amazing foil, and the chemistry is great. I love the manhwa, but their dynamic in the book... chefkiss. And also the manhwa currently cuts off while they're still getting to know each other.

But for now! Lee sa-young actually needs someone like cha eui-jae. It's illegal to be an unregistered awakened person, but lee sa-young is trying to hunt down a drug ring right now, but he's a big-name celebrity and needs someone totally off the radar to work with him. Also, even if cha eui-jae is living quietly, the system knows that J is back. And besides, nobody ever figured out what the deal was with that expanding rift. Sure, it closed, but what CAUSED it? Annnnd I'm going to stop there.

This story is very much its own thing, but to me, it hits emotionally like the love child of svsss and madoka and no I won't elaborate. Cha eui-jae's backstory is one of burnout and trauma, and he himself struggles to recognize that, but he emerges into a world with a MUCH more nuanced understanding of trauma than when he went missing, and none of the chaos that made everyone who was asking him to step up to the plate over and over look the other way. He's in a world where he's a celebrity and a formative aspirational figure to many modern hunters, but also feels adrift in a world where he was left behind! He's still the same person he was before, but time has inevitably changed everything and everyone he knew.

This story is also about loneliness and community. Lee sa-young is made of poison and is hazardous to even the most powerful of his peers. Despite that, and despite his personality, he's a little brother to the third power, and has founded a guild of hunters who care for him and look out for him. He also looks out for the people around him, despite how rarely he chooses to get close. Korea has recently had its fifth all-time S-ranked hunter awaken - but her identity is under wraps because she's still seventeen and in high school, so she's going to graduate before they even THINK of giving her work, and cha eui-jae has a lot of complicated feelings he doesn't want to examine about that.

(there is also an artisan character whose abilities are adhd (positive) and adhd (negative) and I've never seen such a personal callout for me specifically i love him so much dhjgjhjh)

I started reading this book for fun, but it genuinely has themes I'm still chewing on as i start reading the translation again. I'm not done thinking about this, I'm not NEARLY done. And i promise that my summary stops before most of the plot even starts spinning up. The flow of how the worldbuilding and story and characters are gradually revealed it's absolutely wonderful, and I can't rec this book strongly enough

Belatedly, here's a link to the translator's site!

#the hunter's gonna lay low #and also the gay yearning is DIVINE #book rec

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hyuuukais · 10 months ago

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-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> gen, y/n talks abt being compared to her sister, family tension, food/eating mention, lowkey survivors guilt going on

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CHAPTER FIFTEEN -> LIKE IT USED TO BE (partially written, wc: 898)

"Oh good, you're not dead yet," Han speaks a bit loudly into the phone and you move it away from your face slightly.

The bright screen has your eyes straining in the otherwise dark room, tucked under a plush comforter from your childhood. It's amazing it's still in good condition considering how old it is, but your bed squeaks under you to remind you of the age of this room full of old memories. On the night stand next to you is a framed photo of you with your family, your mom and dad standing behind you and another little girl, slightly taller than you; your sister. You lean over and put the frame face down.

"Still alive, barely," you reply with a sigh. "Why'd you assume I'm having a bad time?"

"Let me think," he puts a finger to his bottom lip in fake concentration. "'How am I supposed to last four more days'... doesn't exactly sound like someone having a good time."

"You caught me, but I swear it's nothing." A lie. "Nothing interesting." A truth; is your family drama really worth talking about? "How's the apartment?"

"Fine. We've started to try and befriend the guy down the hall, Seungmin? Maybe you've run into him?" You shake your head. "Minho seems to get along with him the best. I think it's because they both act unwelcoming to strangers."

This makes you snort. The two of you continue to talk and laugh, the cats making an appearance at one point with Minho, who gives you a short wave, and you don't realize how late it's getting until your eyes catch the time briefly; 3:08AM. Shit. How loud have you been? You freeze when you hear a door open, muting Jisung on the other end and flipping your phone over. Your door opens.

"What are you doing up so late? Don't you know what time it is?" Your sister groans. "And you're being kind of loud, mind keeping it down a bit? Who're you even talking to?"

"No one," you say too quickly, internally cringing at yourself. "Sorry. I'm going to bed soon."

"You're lucky it was me and not mom who walked in here," she says with a sort of laugh. "She would have screamed her head off and taken your phone, despite being an adult now."

You sit up. "Yeah."

"She really fucked us up a bit, huh?" She sits next to you hesitantly when you don't reply. "Maybe we'd be closer now."

"Hyo-"

"I'm sorry," she stands suddenly. "I shouldn't be saying all this. Forget this, please." Your older sister stands in the doorway, eyes pleading. "Don't mention this to anyone, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, knowing damn well Jisung heard every word.

As you listen to her footsteps fade, you learn to breath again, flipping your phone back over and unmuting Han. When he notices you're back, he says nothing, fiddling with the string on the hoodie he wears.

"You-"

"It's okay-" You speak at the same time and laugh, breaking the newfound tension. He continues. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I guess this is what you meant by complicated?"

You pout, eyes beginning to sting. When you speak, your voice breaks a little. "Yeah, I mean, it's hard, you know? All my life I've been compared to Hyo by my mother and teachers and even my friends. Like, I have to be her instead of myself, and she never once stepped in to protect me from all that like a big sister is supposed to. Never heard her stand up for me when it was happening right in front of her, no moment of 'hey, let my little sister be who she wants, you already have one of me'. I feel like I can't talk to her anymore. I'm rambling, sorry."

"No, it's okay," Han reassures you.

"We used to be close when we were young," you speak into the space he's left you. "Then as we got older, we drifted. We're only a few years apart, but she always acted so much better than me once we hit a certain age. She said hurtful things to me a lot, and I'm sure I said equally awful things back." A tear falls onto your blanket and you sniff, looking up to your ceiling where a poster of a boy band is pinned to prevent more from falling. "I want my sister back, but... I think there's too much pain."

"Oh Y/nnie," Han gives you a sad look. "I wish I could hug you right now."

"I'm just saying stupid stuff now, I should sleep." You've overshared and want out of this conversation ASAP. "Goodnight Han, sleep well."

He's about to protest when you hang up, moving your phone next to the frame to charge. For a while you lay there, staring at your ceiling with a heavy weight on your chest. You've never fully talked to someone about the way your upbringing made you feel or the way it still affects you. There's still a scared little girl inside of you, shying away from hands that want to hold you, comfort you. Because what if it's all a lie? What if they all leave you, like Hwa? Or like... like him?

You glance over to the frame again, not having it in you to flip it back up.

notes -> me vs y/ns mother rn- who do we think this "him" is referring to? and what happened? will hyunjin and y/n make up?

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maddogofshimano · 6 months ago

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A Tiny Man Among Men: Kiryu Boss Rush

oh boy this one was a real hoot. we got two new cards with it that I want to show off because they’re so fun

look at them!! that’s the fish he caught in the opening of Y3!!!!!

summary: Shortly after moving to Okinawa, Kiryu faces down with his most cunning foe yet--a crayfish.

2007 Not long after Kiryu came to Okinawa... Kiryu was invited by a local resident named Uchima to help with a river clean-up event (tl note: name is 内間)

Kiryu: Uchima-san... Is this the river we're supposed to be cleaning up?

Uchima: Sure is. Filthy, right? It's usually beautiful, but inconsiderate people keep throwing garbage into it. Uchima: It's particularly bad right now... I clean trash out of it every month, but before I know it there's more trash than ever. Kiryu: ...That's awful. Uchima: I think up stream's a bit prettier, so how about you handle that since it's your first time. Kiryu: No, I'm fine right here. You should do the up stream. Uchima: ...Eh? A-Are you sure? I'll take you up on that kind offer, I've been having some awful back pain. Kiryu: Sure. I'll do it. Uchima: Well then, I'll get going, and if you need anything just let me know. Uchima: ...Oh, right. Kiryu-san, please watch out for the animals. Kiryu: ? Watch out for... animals? Uchima: During clean-ups, I've had crows and rats and other such animals knock over the trash and cause all sorts of issues. Uchima: Since these are the elite survivors of all the extermination activities done in this area, a lot of them are strangely intelligent. Uchima: This one time a weasel snuck into our house, got into our fridge, and stole all of our food--and mice have been pooping on the mouse traps, almost like they were making fun of us humans... Kiryu: ...Heh, so it's that kind of situation. I got it. I'll be careful. Uchima: Great, see ya then. <he leaves> Kiryu: ...Alright, let's get to it.

<sounds of Kiryu splashing around in the river> Kiryu: ...Whew. Plastic bottles in a convenience store garbage bag... how can someone just dump this in a river...

Kiryu: Seriously... Who the hell would... <a blade-like sound happens> Kiryu: ...Guh!? What the!? American Crayfish: ................. (tl note: also known as the red swamp crayfish, Procambarus clarkii. I'm shortening it just to crayfish from here on)

Kiryu: A crayfish!? ...It was in the trash's crevice!? <another slicing sound, Kiryu steps to the side> Kiryu: Kh... You're quick on your feet... Crayfish: ..... Kiryu: It's back on top of that garbage again. Kiryu: ...I just want to clean up that trash. I don't mean you any harm... so let's just be adults here...

Crayfish: ....! <some kind of hissing sound?> Kiryu: ...No good. If I reach towards it any further, it will definitely catch me. On the other hand, I can't just leave this garbage here. Kiryu: What can I even do here? <a long moment passes in silence> Kiryu: I've got it. There was some dried squid in the trash I just picked up. I'll use it as bait to draw the crayfish away from here. Kiryu: ........Loook, is this some dried squid? Isn't that tasty? Wouldn't it be nice to eat~?

Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: C'mere, c'mereeee, won't you~? If you won't eat it, maybe I should~? Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: ...No reaction at all. Maybe it's not hungry? (tl note: he's so mad that his plan didn't work)

Kiryu: (If that isn't going to work... Then there's gotta be something else that will guy this guy to move.) Crayfish: ...Shaaa! <more hissing, and it smacks into Kiryu before bouncing back> Kiryu: !?

Crayfish: Munch... munch... Kiryu: I-It... took advantage of my momentary lapse in concentration... It took the squid!? Kiryu: Uchima-san said "there are smart animals around here"... don't tell me... this guy's one of them!!?? (tl note: Kiryu. you may be stupid) Crayfish: Shaaaa! Kiryu: ....Excellent. If a battle of wits is what you want, I'll show you what human intelligence is like...!

<Kiryu ducks down> Kiryu: (...Good, this rock is exactly what I need. Now... Just gotta throw it behind it...) <the rock goes sailing with a comical whistle and a tiny splash> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: (...Great. Now I can catch it when it's distracted and has its back turned...) Crayfish: .............. Kiryu: ............... Crayfish: .................... Kiryu: (It didn't turn around.....!? Could it be... it read my intentions....?) Crayfish: ............. Kiryu: Actually, where is this guy looking...... It's like there's something behind me..... Crayfish: ....! <another hiss and a slicing sound as Kiryu gets crayfish'd> Kiryu: Guh!

Kiryu: (This guy... the moment I turned my head... it went and pinched me on my damn ass...) Kiryu: (Was its gaze a trap...? Did it read my intentions... and then decide to get revenge?) Kiryu: ...What a clever crayfish. Kiryu: ........ Kiryu: ...Heh, you beat me. I guess I'll give up on those trash bags. <Kiryu leaves> Crayfish: ................... Kiryu: (...But, that was just to make it look that way... The moment it lets its guard down... I'll catch it...!) <Crayfish hisses at Kiryu> Kiryu: .....! Kiryu: Mmm... it feels good to stretch out my arms. This hand would absolutely for certain never ever be trying to catch you~. Crayfish: ........... Kiryu: (Yes, its defenses are down... now!) <The crayfish hisses again> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: ....! Mmmm... still just stretching out my arms~.

Kiryu: (Damn... It's not turning around yet... what a distrusting creature.) Kiryu: (Yes... now---) <Crayfish hisses again, now with Kiryu much closer> Crayfish: ....! Kiryu: ...Ahhh~. Stretching my arms feels so good~.

Kiryu: (Damn... this guy... How many times is it going to look back here...) Riverside Resident A: ...That person... What's that person doing? Riverside Resident B: It looks like he's playing "Red Light Green Light" with a crayfish... I wonder if that poor guy doesn't have any friends... Kiryu: (...Shit... The stares of passersby are painful...) Kiryu: (I don't think continuing like this is going to get me anywhere... Maybe it's time to abandon this tactic...) Crayfish: ...Shaashaaa.... Kiryu: (It... waved its pincers like a peace sign... Could it be that this is what it wanted?) Kiryu: (In order to humiliate me, did it play along by pretending to be fooled..?) Kiryu: (Just how smart is this thing... and how the hell do I make it leave?) Crayfish: ...Shaaa! <more hissing as it leaps onto Kiryu> Kiryu: !?

Crayfish: Shashaaaa! Kiryu: Guh, this guy... it jumped on me so fast. Kiryu: That was awfully aggressive... I guess you've decided we're total enemies... Crayfish: Sha! .....Shaa? Crayfish: ....Sha!? Sha! Shaaaa! Kiryu: (It... got distracted by a fly... It turned around completely!?) Kiryu: (Heh, no matter how smart it is, in the end it's just an animal... This is my chance... I'm going to catch this thing now!) Kiryu: Haa! <wooshing sound> Crayfish: ....Sha! <slicing sound> Kiryu: Guhh!? Kiryu: (Stupid... I tried to grab hold of its back, but it pinched my hand...) Kiryu: (I was using its blind spot to catch it... how did it know...) Crayfish: Shashashashasha.... Kiryu: Damn... It's doing that gesture again. Kiryu: (You're kidding... was getting distracted by a fly all an act!? Did it use that as a trap so it could attack me when I got near!?) Kiryu: (It's looking down on me... But now I have to admit that it's smart... maybe even smarter than me...) Kiryu: (Even so... there's still a way to do this... there's something in the trash, I'm sure.) Crayfish: Shaaa! <hissing> Crayfish: ....Shaa!? <it falls into the water> Kiryu: ...Wh-! That guy was swinging its arms around as a threat but then... it fell!? Crayfish: Shaa... Shaa... !? Kiryu: And it landed on its back so it seems it can't get back up. Heh, what an unexpectedly stupid move. Kiryu: This time I'm going to catch you...! Haaa! <another whoosh> Crayfish: ...Sha! <a big slicing sound> Kiryu: ...Heh, of course not being able to get back up was an act too. Kiryu: I knew that you'd try to trick me into another attack like that, since you see me as your enemy and look down on me. Kiryu: But... this time I grabbed you not with my bare hands, but with these disposable chopsticks. Kiryu: Bad luck for you. You didn't pinch my finger... just these chopsticks that were thrown in the river! Crayfish: ...!? Kiryu: I'll throw these chopsticks with you still latched on... then I'll be free to finish cleaning up the trash!! Haa!! Crayfish: ...!! Kiryu: (Yes... It's still holding onto the chopsticks...! Take this...!!) <a crunching sound> Kiryu: ....! Crayfish: Sha... Shaaa...! Kiryu: Damn... so the chopsticks were rotten huh... The couldn't withstand the force of the throw and broke...

Kiryu: I was so close to getting this guy out of here... Crayfish: ...Shaa! Kiryu: You're a clever thing, I don't think the same trick will work on you twice. That said, I can't think of any other tricks to try... Kiryu: ...Well, it's fine. I concede. I can't beat you in a battle of wits. Crayfish: Sha? <the music cuts out> Kiryu: ...But, I still have to make this river beautiful. Kiryu: It doesn't matter how many times I get pinched... If I take you head on, I will catch you. Crayfish: ............! Crayfish: Shaaaa!!!!

Kiryu: Haa... Haa... Haa...!

<Kiryu gets close to the crayfish and grabs it> Crayfish: ....!? Kiryu: ...Whew, I finally caught you. Crayfish: Shaaa! Shaaaa! Kiryu: I'm holding you by your back. You can't get me with your pincers anymore. Kiryu: Finally, I can clean up this garbage... Huh? Small Crayfishes: Shashaa! Kiryu: Inside this garbage there's... baby crayfish... wait, are these your children? Crayfish: Shaa! Shaaa! Kiryu: ....I see. You were just trying to protect them. Kiryu: What I saw as a simple convenience store bag full of garbage was a nest you had to protect. Kiryu: ............ <he sets the crayfish down> Crayfish: .....! Kiryu: I'm sorry for causing a disturbance on your turf. Kiryu: I'll tell Uchima-san and the others to leave your garbage alone. Crayfish: ....Shaaa! <fade to black> Haruka: Oh, you're back Uncle Kaz!

Kiryu: ...Yep. I'm home, Haruka. Haruka: You were doing the river clean-up, right? Did you clean a lot? Kiryu: Yes. Though I almost cleaned up too much, and would have taken away an important home for the animals living there... Kiryu: I'm really glad I noticed it soon enough. Haruka: Is that so... I'm glad. You almost became an "invasive species" to that area, Uncle Kaz. Kiryu: ...Invasive species? Haruka: Yep. I learned about it today in science class. Invasive species take away the habitats of the animals who lived there originally. Haruka: That's why it's bad to release non-native species into the wild. Kiryu: ...I see. I don't know much about that, so I'll have to be mindful. Kiryu: By the way, what kinds of non-native species are there? Haruka: Ummm there's... raccoons, and black bass, and snapping turtle, and american bullfrogs... Kiryu: Woah... So even some of the animals we know. Haruka: Oh, and the american crayfish! Kiryu: A... American crayfish!? Haruka: U-Um, yeah. They eat the native species, spread disease, and damage the ecosystem. Kiryu: What the hell... Kiryu: But... It's not like they're trying to cause trouble, right? Kiryu: If you live, you have to eat and you have to get sick... It's not like they can help it if that ends up being an issue. Haruka: ...Wellll... I guess that's true, but...

Kiryu: Besides, I can assuredly say that this one’s devoted to their family. For their family's sake, they had the bravery to stand up to someone bigger than themself. Haruka: ....This one? Kiryu: I don't know if they were male or female, but they were a true man among men. If they were a human, I'd like to share a drink with them... Kiryu: ...I know. Haruka, why don't you come meet them? I'm sure you'll change your mind if you just meet-- Haruka: Uncle Kaz... did something happen with a crayfish?

Bonus stuff:

you don’t understand Haruka the yakuza invasive species are just trying to live their lives the only way they can! and sure they might be destructive but what else can they do? maybe that morally gray father figure crayfish was taking care of orphans!!

#yakuza #rgg #ryu ga gotoku online #Ryu ga Gotoku #like a dragon #Kiryu #Kiryu Kazuma #Haruka #Haruka Sawamura

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dr5amatic · 2 months ago

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MONSTER YOU CREATED ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from arcane season 1. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to violence. change verbiage as needed.

we're not gonna get caught. we'll be in and out before anyone notices.

thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this.

you could fill a damn library with all the things you didn't do.

a bit of advice. don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks.

when people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish.

you're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?

those who did this will be dealt with.

i ruined everything. i always do.

you have to believe me. i didn't do this.

i do love a good conundrum.

no great science should ever put lives in danger.

i believe i've discovered something truly incredible.

we look out for each other. it's the way it's always been.

all i see is a child meddling with things they don't understand.

i was trying to create magic.

arcane talents are something you're born with. they can't be fabricated.

you don't understand what's at stake, but how can you? that's a burden that only i carry.

if dangerous ideas didn't excite the imagination, we would never wander astray.

there's a monster inside all of us.

you're just a small man in a little hole the world forgot to bury.

i know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us, but who are you willing to lose?

i saw it with my own eyes what magic can do, the lives it could save. you've no idea how beautiful it is.

when you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission.

what makes you different makes you strong.

you'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke, won't you?

you never did know when to walk away.

what have you done? this wasn't the deal!

you'll get people killed. for what? pride?

oh, i hated you for what you'd done, but as time passed, so did my hate. and i was left with an understanding.

the only way to defeat a superior enemy is to stop at nothing to become what they fear.

you'll die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?

willing to risk exile for your endeavor. that's quite the conviction.

wait a minute, this isn't my bedroom.

another late night. the work just doesn't end.

you were supposed to guard the cargo.

it was your job to make sure things went smoothly. you failed. don't disappoint me again.

do you have any idea what you've done?

how do you intend to prove any of this?

did my parents pay you to let me win?

i don't need favors. i need you to do your job.

you've just made yourself everyone's common enemy.

that place looks like it has bodies buried in the basement.

you're a symbol of the future now, whether you like it or not.

how can i say no to such an auspicious offer.

if you really want people to talk to you, you have to let them think you have what they want.

what is truth, but a survivor's story?

if i'm discovered, we're both finished.

are you headed home soon? i thought we could walk together.

betrayal, that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out, can either break you or forge you into something greater.

loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind.

do you contemplate death?

it's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest.

i hate feeling so useless.

i know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.

i just... want to feel what it was like... to be somebody. to make other people afraid.

how many problems can one girl cause?

you can fire that thing if you want, but i'm not going anywhere.

i'm not going to abandon you again.

i knew it was a mistake trusting you.

you look good for a dead girl.

that was a long time ago. people change.

nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature.

i know the look of a doomed man.

love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress.

i should have been there. for you. for everyone.

we came from a world where there was never enough to go around. that's why we fight. do you remember?

who found you? who cared for you? gave you a home?

i am your family. everyone else betrays us.

i'm only asking you to prepare to defend your people.

i'm worried i have to do something i never thought i would.

if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf.

you'd give me a throne?

i'll give you the world if you prove you can take it.

sometimes, death is a mercy.

every time i think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low.

ego is one thing, brain is another.

weapons can't be unmade and they are always used.

that looks like more than a sprain. you need medical attention.

you have the passion of youth.

oil and water. wasn't meant to be.

we got a deal, pretty boy?

you've always been a part of this. you just never had to look it in the eye.

you really are fond of him.

i wanted to protect the city from people like you.

i can't believe you'd start a war just to cover your ass.

i would set the world ablaze to protect our family.

we lost ourselves. lost our dream. in the pursuit of great, we failed to do good. we have to make it right.

i'm trying to save you from annihilation.

i can't make a deal with a snake and cut off its head. we both have our shitty parts to play.

you'd be surprised what you can pull off when your life depends on it.

it's not enough to give people what they need to survive. you have to give them what they need to live.

is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

nothing ever stays dead.

the only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you.

you're my daughter. i'll never forsake you.

remember who you are! i know you remember!

don't cry. you're perfect.

i thought maybe you could love me like you used to. even though i'm... different. but you changed too.

#inbox memes #inbox prompt #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #sentence starters

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theolmtales · 2 months ago

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Autumn evening (Gender neutral)

Murro X Reader

You're looking for your companion after hearring about a fight.

Rated: Fluff

Warning: Getting partially crush by a boar.

Note: Just for a general understanding since I still haven't made a post about how I view this manor universe. Basically, everyone's canon game happened & they got stuck in the manor outside of time since than (there's a slight mention of canon game, which is why I say that.).

Also @committingcrimes-2047 (also love that name) made a post reminding me of my love for Murro. So I took a break from correcting my next os (which I totally did not start correcting...) to write something small for my man. So to every fellow Murro lover, here's some food. I really hope you guys like it. There will be more. I just don't know when.

If you got ideas for characters who don't have a lot written for, I'm open to hear them out & try to write about them.

The sound of the autumn leaves crunches under your feet. The breeze is getting colder by the days, the warm of summer fading like a distant memory. You make your way to the manor outskirts, heading into the woods and following the trail left by the person you’re looking for.

There had been an umpteenth clash between the survivors today. You hadn’t been there to witness it, but from what your heard, this time it was Mike and Naib. Mike is infamously known for snapping at anyone who brings back his bad memories or speak ill of Murro, his last relative. And with Naib and Murro not being on the friendliest term... You had a pretty good idea of what the fight must have been about.

What a shame… Only two more days and the record of days without any fight would have been surpasses. Guess it will stay at 8 days. Hey, everyone has their way of keeping themselves sane here.

With more than 40 people now stuck in this place, it was getting too crowded for you. You’d much rather be outside, away from all that noise. The sound of the wind among the branches was already making you feel better. Though that was not your main reason to be here this time.

Your eyes finally land on the person you’d been looking for. Leaves and twigs are entangled in his greying brown locks. His back turned to you as he crouches to the level of his companion, scratching him.

‘‘Trying to escape the noise again?’’ He asks you, without even looking back.

‘‘How do you always know it’s me?’’

That is not an understatement. Whatever the place or the number of people around him, he always knows that it’s you. He’ll call you’re name if you come up behind him or turn his head right at you as you walk into the room.

‘‘The way you walk.’’ He looks at you smiling as you crouch down beside him, joining the scratching session to his companion bliss. ‘‘I find the sound of your footsteps easy to recognize.’’

‘‘So that’s your secret. Can you recognize everyone?’’

‘‘Not at all. I usually have a general idea of who it might be, but the ones I can always recognize are you and most of the Hullaballoo’s. Naib’s too, but that’s another story.’’ He says his smile turning a little sour. You wince, knowing what he’s referring to.

‘‘Actually, I came to see if you were alright. I heard that Mike got into an argument or fight with Naib. Knowing you, you probably try to diffuse it, right? Since no one was injured.’’ You say taking a seat on some fallen birch. Murro joins you on your improvised bench, his companion ruffling himself before going to search on the soil for something to eat around here.

‘‘Ah, that…’’ He looks away, his hand scratching the back of his head as he thinks about what happened. You put your hand on top of the one that rest on the fallen tree.

‘‘I take it wasn’t just some bickering?’’

Murro sigh. ‘‘Mike found out that Naib was the one to kill me.’’

‘‘Oh… He didn’t know?’’

‘‘No, I always made sure not to bring it up and made excuses whenever he would ask me why I was so unease with him. I knew it would escalate and the last thing we need is more reasons to fight.’’ He presses his fingers into the wood, while letting you keep your hand on top of his.

‘‘No wonder shit got loose. Mike gets really aggressive whenever it concerns Hullaballoo and its people. Pretty sure he doesn’t like me being around you too much either.’’ You say half joking.

‘‘I’ll talk to him about it. Hullaballoo was his whole life and family. He’s very protective of what is left. But he shouldn’t be like that to you.’’

You put your head on his shoulder and intertwine your fingers together as you continue the conversation. ‘‘Meh it’s ok. What happened in the end? The fight I mean.’’

‘‘Oh, I just had to restrain Mike, Naib just ignored him. As long as people don’t become physical with him, he doesn’t react much.’’ His head comes to rest on top of yours as he squeezes your hand in return. ‘‘It’s getting Mike to calm down and drop it that was hard. I’m worried for the next time they’ll see each other.’’

Sensing the distress of his friend, Murro’s companion comes back and let himself drop on your feet. Pressing himself against your legs and resting his head on Murro’s lap to comfort him.

‘‘Oh boy…’’ You start. ‘‘I think my legs just got crushed into powder.’’

‘‘Wait until he gets overly excited and runs into you.’’ He says laughing.

‘‘Murro… Normally constitute people can die from that… Or at least fatally injured. I’m surprised you can still walk!’’ You say looking up at him with disbelief.

Murro avoids your look, thinking fast as he pets his companion manes. ‘‘He’s the runt of the litter.’’

‘‘That’s still pretty dangerous…’’ You sigh while smiling. ‘‘Oh well, I can’t be mad at you and even less at this cutie.’’ you say to his companion as you scratch his chin with your free hand. The companion seems pretty pleases with your scratches.

Murro looks at the two of you interacting. Warmth flooding in his chest at the sight of the two of you getting along so well. People finding boar cute didn’t run the street. And his boar was an important part of his family.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Taking in the cool breeze and resting on each others’ shoulders with your eyes closed. Thinking about nothing, just taking in the peace. And your legs getting more and more crushed as Murro’s companion was falling asleep.

It doesn’t take long for the dawn air to start settling in, and goosebump coming with it.

‘‘Should we head inside?’’ Murro asks you. Feeling cold too.

‘‘But the noiseeee…’’ You pout.

Murro’s sight. ‘‘You know that the manor is big enough for us to be away from the others? Even in the communal spaces.’’

‘‘Maybe for you, but everyone is so noisy in there. Even their silence is noisy. You’re the only one’s that’s not.’’

‘‘Alright, alright. But once it’s dark we go back inside. We’ll both catch a cold otherwise’’ he says with a sigh. But even with your eyes closed you can feel his smile. He also prefers to be out anyway. Put unlike you, the manor feels claustrophobic for him.

‘‘mmhm!’’ That’s your only answer as you nuzzle more comfortably into his neck.

You break the silence not long after.

‘‘You know, in books they said kissing makes you feel warms~’’

“‘Oh really?’’ He scoffs playfully at your sentence.

‘‘It doesn’t hurt to give it a try.’’

‘‘You know you don’t need to make up excuses to have more kisses. I was out in matches a lot these days. I missed you too.’’

‘‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’’ You answer playfully as he rolls his eyes playfully.

His face comes looking for yours. His lips getting to yours softly, as you lift you head for a better access. The tip of his mustache tickling your skin during your exchange of soft kisses. You nibble at his lips teasingly, your free hand going up to rest on his face. Your fingers intertwine in his wild beard while your thumb caress his cheek.

The air around you two gets warmer and you open your mouth to let him in. His own hand going to your neck as he gets a taste of you. Something he’s been longing for some time now.

Unable to move your legs, the position isn’t the most comfortable, but right now it doesn’t matter. You just feel great with him.

Soon you both part ways to take in some air. You close your eyes as Murro caress the back of your neck with his thumb. Resting your forehead against each other. The sounds of frogs signaling the night fall.

‘‘It’s time to go.’’ He says reluctance in his voice.

‘‘We can’t wake up your companion. That would be so cruel!’’

‘‘We said, at night we go back.’’

‘‘You never specify when during the night~’’

‘‘…’’ He should have seen that one coming.

#murro morton reader #identity v reader #idv x reader #idv x you #reader insert #identity v x you #idv wildling reader #gender neutral reader

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skyeslittlecorner · 11 months ago

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Thoughts on Orias' event

I try to pretend that I have already cooled down and stopped howling with delight at the sight of the boys from Hades. Okay, I'm not very good at lying. They. are. gorgeous. So, ekhm. Some loose thoughts about what we know. No serious analysis this time, just my happy rambling.

Spoilers under cut!

Devils can lie

Earlier it was hinted between the lines, now we have official confirmation. Orias and Leviathan sure know how to lie.

Here is a suggestion that Foras can do it too.

On the one hand, my and my biased heart are happy that he is special, on the other hand, I think I would rather not know what he went through to learn how to lie. On an unbiased note, it would be interesting if all the nobles of Hades could lie.

Nobles stick together

It's a little thing I noticed. In Avisos we are often mentioned that seeing more than one noble at a time is an unusual thing. Meanwhile in Hades…

A large part of the event is from Foras' perspective, and how was I supposed to be calm?

We see that the boys often spend time together on patrols. Their relationship is also delightful. Foras doesn't like Glasyalabolas, and it's not mutual. Look.

Glasyal you bully, I love you lmao

Barbatos is gorgeous (even more so without clothes, but please, not on patrol).

Either way, it looks like they spend a lot of time together. They give so much siblings' energy.

AND THIS

I died. I didn't know I needed Barbatos saying fuck, but now I need him for my life. So hot of him.

Orias age

We have information that Orias is older than Leviathan…

…but this is information from biased, unconfirmed sources. Nobles only know rumors. I believe that Lucifer is the oldest. He's an angel, he makes sense. But when it comes to Orias, I would trust Leviathan more here.

I want to draw attention to this one quote in particular:

We know that devils get old. The stronger, the slower. But this suggests that Orias has been artificially aged.

Especially since the angels also refer to him as a kid.

+ it is interesting that they were taken for the same experiment.

Don't know what to call it, just some sexy guys ahead

Enough with serious topics, time to get back to silly things!

We've seen Satan's anger spreads to his subordinates, we've also seen it with Mammon's greed, so it's no wonder Leviathan's jealousy has the same strength. However, Levi's second main thing, his punishment, doesn't seem to be going as well as he dreamed.

They are terrible, I love them. No wonder the cavalry from Tartaros comes for us in Ch5, the guys from Gehenna would still shake hands with Hades. By the way, Hades and Genenna really seem to have the most similarities.

Hot.

Also, their devotion is insanely sweet. Leviathan isn't even truly in danger and they've already summoned their coffins to protect him.

But let's get to the cherry on the cake. You know what else is hot? We are in hell, it should be warm in here, but oh lord- I expected boiling lava, not a walking embodiment of perfection.

I totally agree with Glasyalabolas and his fourth wall breaking. JUST LOOK.

The smirk of this proud asshole. The fact that he is little known in heaven simply because he leaves no survivors to tell about him. And how much he smiles during this event. And how gently he treats Orias.

This event shows his soft heart and that's why I'm here. I'm glad that we don't see this side of him right away, in the chapter, and he only shows true himself with someone he really knows and cares about. Even if he does it his own way. This event, his attacker comic and his selfie comic, how he behaves towards heaven farm survivor and his childhood friends.

Final thoughts

Let's end this here before I start fawning over him even more. Of course, there was much more here. Even out of chronicler's duty, I would like to mention:

While escaping, Leviathan made a pact with his monster

There are beads in the hearts of angels that, when eaten, keep Orias young

Orias himself, if he didn't eat angel hearts, would age into a mummy in a week

Barbatos is secretly Sailor Moon or Winx or other magical girlie

This is how he dressed himself with his vines, prove me wrong.

Leviathan calls Glasyalabolas cute. Agree.

Orias calls Foras a child. It just sounds like a much older person addressing a younger colleague. And you know how much I agree

Astaroth mentioned (another point to the relationship between Hades and Gehenna)

Cherubs with their New Heaven are mentioned

That's all I remember for now. If you're curious about more things, @/thrones-of-buer collected here a lot of points from the event. I agree with a lot of them, and they're definitely interesting to check out. And here a whole report from the event from @/jazeswhbhaven so if you're hungry for more, head over there!

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb leviathan #whb orias #whb foras #whb barbatos #whb glasyalabolas

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allurilove · 7 months ago

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HI! Me again! SO.....i don't know if you do like little prefrences or something, so I'll just leave this idea here. How would reacht your yandere characters if reader have period cramps? like...what would they do to....*relieve* the pain? uu

Rated 18 + -- mature short content ! i mean not really.

They heard that sex helps and they ran with it--

But to be honest..

Yandere stalker and yandere blood bag is gonna be all over you, and his hand would be underneath your pants before you know it. Blood doesn't scare him, it literally turns him on. like omg. After he's done finger-fucking you, he'll lick his fingers clean, wash 'em, and repeat.

Yandere husband is probably the one with more knowledge about it, he has older sisters and he'll help you through it. He'll buy you a heating pad, all the food you want, and if you need space from him, he'll actually leave you alone. Which idk, seems pretty much like the bare minimum, but he's a needy man.

Yandere classmate (yearbook guy) and yandere chaebol... let's be real they're probably indifferent. "Oh you're on your period? Cool, me too."

Yandere boyfriend is like yandere husband, and he'll would be more of the worried type. He'll research for all of the things that could help with cramps and heavy flows. He'll draw a bath for you, and then also climb in and say he has cramps too.

Yandere survivor tries his best to cook for you. He doesn't want to burden you with anything, so he'll go out and look for the best humans to eat. He'll drag em, throw them down any hill and pray that it breaks their neck, and he would cook them. If that doesn't please you... his dismembered cock can. He legit carries it around with him, just imagine a man without a dick, but it's literally on a stick and in his hands.

Yandere prodigy's first thought is hmm. He would shrug and be like "yeah makes sense." Then he'll bring you flowers after your performances, chocolates, and something to cuddle at night (cause he's scared to ask you to cuddle him).

Yandere best friend is understanding. He has been around you long enough to know how you get when you're on your period. He would eat you out if you asked.

Yandere professor he's not around much, since he is your literal professor and he can't be seen with you in public. But when you tell him you're having a rough day, he'll let you skip his class (how generous..)

Yandere neighbor will drop by your house with a fresh plate of cookies. He'll pretend he's just here to be nice, and then find some way to convince you to let him stay for longer. Maybe, he'll also convince you to let him hit it raw so you don't have to deal with periods for nine months.

I think this is everyone....???

#Allurilove asks #yandere x vampire you #yandere prodigy x rival you #yandere boyfriend x you #yandere best friend #yandere x zombie reader #yandere stalker x you #yandere classmate x you #yandere husband x you #yandere chaebol x you #yandere neighbor x you #yandere professor x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere drabble #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n

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fishyvamp · 3 months ago

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It's you, always you

Day 6 Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Bottom!Evan MacMilian | The Trapper X Top!M!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.7 k+ CW: Lingerie, self-doubt, Fluffy smut, anal sex, two dumbasses in love, hints of past abuse/homophobia Summary: It has been a year since you and Evan started your first date, tonight he wants to give you a pleasant surprise Prompt: Lingerie | “You look just about good enough to eat.”

Evan felt embarrassed as hell, why was he doing this? The rough fabric of the sheer body suit rubbed up against sensitive skin. His bulge felt too exposed tucked into the silk jockstrap. He felt naked despite being covered up. You had seen him naked plenty of times before and knew you’d never do anything to make him feel ashamed or embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but think that you’d make fun of him for wearing lingerie. “It’s for men big guy, ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” He could hear Danny tell him. It was your anniversary, a year since he had said yes to one date, a date you have yet to admit was done.

A smile graced his face as he thought about you. About how perfect you were, about your silly little quirks that should drive him nuts, what's a little embarrassment when it makes his Brat happy? Taking one last look in the mirror he straightened the body suit making sure the lace and silk settled in the right places. The Lace and silk He turns around seeing you standing at the doorway mouth agape as you take in the sight. Your brain short-circuiting as you saw your boyfriend dressed in a sheer bodysuit. His fat cock was barely contained by the fabric, body hair poking through the top. You could feel your mouth salivating as you dropped your bag of supplies.

Evan instinctively covered his unmentionables, embarrassment racking his body and he felt instant regret. “I apologize I simply wanted to give you a pleasant surprise.” His head turning away in guilt thinking that your lack of immediate action was disgust, “If it is too much I will simply remove the offending garments.” He turned his back facing the wardrobe feeling stupid for even trying. “No, you won’t,” You spoke finally breaking the trance and walking up behind him wrapping your arms around him as best you could. “I think it’s the perfect end to our first date.” The Killer’s body stiffened as a blush bloomed across his body eyes drifting down watching you tuck yourself up under his arm. Oh, Entity how he wished he wearing one of his masks right about now. His body felt warm and fuzzy as he saw your bright smile. His chest aching in the best way softening against the harshness he was so used to. The joy faded as your words finally clicked in.

“Now hold on one moment there, End?” Evan turned around to look at you face to face, brows knit in concern, “What do you mean End of?” his mind swirling, “You have been insistent on the date never reaching its conclusion. Only ever allowed to pause to accommodate the will of The Entity.” Was this the end? did you no longer have an interest in courting him? His mind played every endearing moment you had ever shared wondering how empty and dull life would be without his survivor hounding him at every corner. Shoving flowers in his face mid trial, bringing him sweets, or cooking for him? Was this your way of ending it?

You looked at him confused before you realized what he was hinting at your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose realizing how it came off. “I want a second date,” You spoke finally hand dropped as you laughed grabbing his hips so your cocks were pressed against one another, “I just wanted to make sure you’d say yes.” your words were slow and gentle as you guided his hips with your own, swaying back and forth. “You feel that hardness?” You cooed, pressing into him harder. “That’s for you.” Your eyes gave him another glance hungrily tracing the contours of your lover's body. “God, Evan, you look good enough to eat.” Evan is taken aback, by your words. you chuckled taking him by the hand to guide him to the edge of the bed pushing the killer face down with little effort. Helps that the big guy is always eager to please. Grunting as he feels your fingers tracing along his bare ass hooking onto the straps only to let them smack harshly back against his skin.

“Why would I ever give you up? After all, it’s always you, it’ll always be you. No matter who we are or where we are, I will always come back to you.” Your breath pricked against his skin sending shivers up his spine. He didn’t know what you were talking about exactly, but it made him feel wanted and needed. You were good for him. Skin puckering as he felt your lips trail along his back. Fingers sent sparks through him as you traced the muscles hidden underneath the fabric, gingerly touching the rough skin, The Trapper could feel his cock pressing hard against the soft fabric that tried to contain it. The pressure slowly becoming painful the longer he neglected it. “Please,” he whined burying his face into the soft goose feather mattress. “Please what?” you purred leaning against his back, “Come on Evan. An educated man like yourself must know the words.”

The Trapper’s face was burning with shame. He knew you knew exactly what he wanted, but you always played these games, always wanted him to say more. “Please fuck me, I need you. Now,” he whined. Listening to the sound of you stumbling behind him clothes hitting the floor. A soft yelp escaped him as he felt your stiff cock rub against his along with the cold fluid of the lube dripping along his ass.

Even if it felt good he was always nervous to have you do this, to feel you as you took your time pressing a slick finger into him. His body trying to move away only to be steadied as you grabbed one of the hooks in his shoulder. “Calm down, Evan, I promise I’ll be gentle.” you tsked. As you pressed the finger deeper curling in just the right way to hit massage his prostate. “That’s a good boy, relax for me.” your voice a pur as you carefully added a second.

There was a slight sting, but it faded just as fast as it came. The Trapper relaxed into the touch grunting loudly as his fists balled the sheet tightly. His cock twitched with each twist of your finger. The jockstrap becoming stained with his precum the tighter his core felt. Your hand leaving its place off the hook moving down to cup him, your touch feeling electric against his trapped member. “More, please,” Evan grunted tears pricking the edges of his eyes. “Please… I can’t…” a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade as your fingers made quick work pulling the underwear to the side so you could touch him more directly. The soft flesh slowly rutted against your hand as he felt relief. His mouth open wide as he panted like a bitch, made puddy in your hands as you so easily stripped away his defenses making him weak and grateful for it.

His back arched as he felt you add a third finger. The pressure only making him feel incomplete. He needed you in him. He needed to feel as connected as possible. His hand shot back, grabbing your hand as he turned around. “More, please.” He spoke breathlessly, eyes looking behind him pleadingly. He needed to feel you right now. To take everything you’d be willing to give him because he wanted everything.

A smile graced your face as you pulled your fingers out. Helping him roll over just so you could see his pretty face. your cock pressing against his tight puckered hole. You were slow and careful as you pushed in. moaning loudly as you felt the warmth of the killer wrapped around you. The feeling is just as addicting to him as it was for you. Your movements halted, waiting for him to adjust. The warm walls relaxing around you as you started slowly pulling out until just your tip was inside before thrusting in harshly gripping his hips as you began a slow and steady pace. Eye locked on to him even as he tried to bury his head into the bedding. Your cock brushing his prostate with each drag. His own neglected one twitched uselessly against his belly drooling into his coarse chest hair. His dick bobbing with each movement begging for attention. “Fuck!” he screamed loudly, back arching as your lips grazed his flesh, your hand returning to stroke him in time with your pace.

The feeling was addicting to The Killer as you filled him up, abusing his hole with each thrust. Everything felt so right. If his father could see him now, being used by another man. Fucked like a common whore and dressed like one too. He’d probably die all over again. Watching his only living son on his hands and knees. Evan would pay his entire family fortune just to have his father see him now. To see him as the monster his father always wanted and as the man he always feared Evan would become. Feared and loved in equal measure and cared for by a man who treasured every side of him. His breathing was erratic as his cock twitched violently, his end coming quickly as he screamed your name clenching around you. Strings of cum painted his chest soaking into his bodysuit. Your breathing quickened as you watched him, your pace quickening as you gripped him tightly, grunting loudly as you hit your climax, your thrusts harsh and quick as you slowed down pressing in as hard as you could.

Evan lying there on the bed you still very much inside him as he looked up with a soft smile. Hand reaching out to you watching as you bent down the two of you sharing a tender kiss. As it felt there was nothing here, but you and him. The realm, the trials, The Entity all are distant at this moment. He felt you pull out laying on top of him, the extra weight a comfort as he pulled you more on top of him until you were straddling him, head on his chest. “Fucking Brat.” He chuckled loudly stroking your back. Your body relaxing and melting, the two of you laying in peaceful silence, listening as your breathing steadied. His own eyes felt heavy as he lay there holding your sleeping form. He was still new to having someone to love him, but you, you made it easy. “I love you.” He whispered quietly, uttering it for the first time.

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can I request a Officer x female!Nurse reader during a zombie apocalypse? The Officer would be the stalker-ish, possessive type who’s made it clear he’s protecting her from the others because she’s one of the best at her job. But in reality, he’s just making excuses to be close to her—always hovering when not patrolling the hospital. Could you possibly add like…non-consensual touching/kissing, definitely power imbalance, manipulation in the form of comfort. Maybe nsfw if you can?

A/N: started this a while ago but only just now got around to finishing it in a... "semi-decently" way.

Synopsis: you're a nurse healing those still alive after the start of the apocalypse; unfortunately for you, a certain annoying guard has made it his mission to have your undivided attention.

TW: noncon kissing, touching, feeling up, etc., intimidation, power imbalance, general sexual assault warnings, zombie apocalypse/infected theme

WC: 3600

“Oh come on now, I didn’t hit him that hard.”

“You literally pummeled the man to the ground!” The underwhelmed attitude of the guard trailing behind made you dig your fingers into your temples. “He lost his front tooth, Kain. And the guild wants MY head for it.”

Pacing through the halls of the abandoned hospital, you make your way to the opposing wing, Kain following quickly on your heels.

“Don’t honestly tell me you’re worried about the ‘guild’. " Kain speaks, creating quotes with his fingers. “You’re the only nurse they got who’s actually qualified enough to do a damn decent job.They can’t get rid of you, they need you too much.”

You make a sharp turn into an old hospital room, throwing Kain off. He stumbles over himself to follow, while you quickly distract yourself with the limp body resting on a raised bed in the middle of the room. You hurriedly picked at the bloodied bandages of one of your fellow survivors, the mangled man out cold under the wool sheets as you began to inspect him. The process was like clockwork, being what most of your job had become now that you were stuck with flesh-eating monsters and a third of the human population left, most of which was crippled in some way or another.

Kain peeks up from behind you, irritated yet curious as to what was more important than responding to him. His head popped up next to yours as he looked at the bandaged man, giving a bothersome frown.

“You shouldn’t have been talking to anyone about me, period. This all could’ve all just been avoided, Kain.”

Kain opens his mouth to speak, looking like an awed fish as you berate him.

“Who in their right mind cripples one of their own men?” You mumble under your breath, hoping he wont hear lest he throws a fit. "Now, can’t you see I’m working here? You’re getting in my way.”

You push past him to throw away the old gauze and stained bandages.

Kain’s constant look of mild amusement faded.

“Ya should’ve heard what he was sayin’ about you. Then, you might not feel that way.”

You avoided Kain’s sharp stare, pretending to not listen as you pulled open a drawer beside the hospital bed.

Lifting his eyebrows in suggestion, Kain rested his hands on the front of his patrol vest, continuing to chew his gum with feigned nonchalance. “Like a piece a meat…” He muttered.

Clearing your throat you ripped open a new package of gauze with your teeth, avoiding Kain; Maybe it’d be best if you changed the topic.

“Well… What are you still doing here in the first place? I thought you were supposed to be at your new transfer by this morning…”

You remembered primarily because you thought it’d be your first day of freedom.

Kain rubbed his nose with his thumb, trying to hide a wide grin that showed his dimples.

“I’ve been stationed to protect the hospital for another six months.. Just found out this morning. Some other guy wanted to go and…the guild commander thought my talents would be better off here.”

Your face dropped. The sliver of fragile hope you held onto, shattered. Finally, you thought, you’d be rid of the overbearing coos and humiliating social teasing, his invasive bullying-- the dream seemed to fizzle out like the end of a candle wick, slow and sad. You began to rewrap the survivor’s wounds, hands on autopilot while your stomach sank.

And like a switch, your annoyed tone was spat back at him.

“Okay?” You shrugged.

You had been Kain’s prime victim when picking meaningless fights for the past eight months, his presence like a wall of muscle in your path. But no more, you wouldn’t sit and entertain his bullshit for another half a year.

“If that’s true, then nothing’s changed. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?” You swat Kain away with your hands like a fly. “Go stand guard or something. Be useful.”

You pinned the end of the final bandage, rearranging the patients scratchy bedsheets. Without another word you began to walk away.

Kain grunted in annoyance, watching you turn into the adjacent room across the hall to leave him in the dust.

“Well, you never know,” Kain shouted, running after you across the hallway. “You might come up against a stray infected. I know you haven’t had this set up for long, the doors hardly do anything to keep a draft from blowing through. What happens if I’m not there quick enough? You’d need someone much bigger, and much… stronger than you, to protect you.”

You let out an exasperated noise, recognizing the insult in his words. But Kain didn’t mean it as an insult; he was thinking of other… things.

“Besides, you need protecting just from the things in here you can’t handle, and I decide to offer my assistance-- at a zero cost.”

You scoff again. “What do you mean ‘things I can’t handle’?” You copy his previous quotation movement, half distracted by rummaging through a large cardboard box of old medical supplies.

Kain follows you inside the room, seeing your back turned to him next to an empry hospiral bed. A lightbulb went off over his head, his printless fingers grabbing the privacy curtain and pulling it. The curtain surrounding the bed, you, and him-- clouding the fluorescent lights from the hallway. The ones inside the hospital room flickered, barely making the guards face visible.

“Something like this.”

An arm traps you from behind, one of Kain’s scarred palms leaning on the wall next to your head. You turn around to look at him with a scowl, not yet realizing what he was trying.

From the corner of your vision you saw the mean glint in Kain’s eye.

A smug, egotistical smirk rested on his face.

“I can see it now…. some band of other survivors coming in, raidin' what they could and stumbling across you,” He pushed his dirty blonde hair back with his free hand, calloused fingers sticking out his glovelettes. “So helpless in your dirty scrubs, scared and alone….What would you do? Would you even be able to defend yourself?”

He watched as your eyes shifted, trying to avoid him as you attempted to shove your way out. But he was a wall of muscle and pheromones, a light slap telling him to knock it off wasn’t going to cut it this time.

And this, was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Kain shoved your shoulder against the wall, pushing his nose against the sensitive front of your neck; it nearly made you grunt from surprise.

“Ah…” You felt him exhale, licking his lips against your jugular. “What a cute bitch…You smell so fresh, So different than all the rotten corpses in here. Maybe we should take this one to go, huh boys? I’m sure they’d all like a turn.” Kain said to himself.

You try to swat at him again but he catches your other arm, wrenching it back behind you. "That's not funny, asshole!”

Kain gave an angry laugh, your stubbornness testing the edge of his limits. His harshness and your violent panic ruined any playful mood left.

“You know, you really don’t understand how lucky you are; how much I care about you. Just trying to-- protect you.” Kain struggled to keep you compliant, and to keep his urges at bay. his eyes wildly flit between staring at your lips to your soft exhausted body, the one now in his hands, bulging from his fingertips. For a moment his attention seems to linger on the shallow movement of your chest, falling and rising with each worried breath. But it soon pulls back to your rageful glare, a harsh swallow coming from his throat.

“Why won’t you just take my help? I want what’s best for you, Don't you understand that...” He couldn’t stop looking at your sweet lips, downturned into a frown-- a frown he wanted to kiss away.

In his mind, when he imagined kissing you he thought you’d be stunned at first-- but would quickly fall into his arms, holding onto him as if he was your lifeline.

“Fuck it..” Kain murmured under his breath.

He didn’t spare any time, knowing you'd put up resistance no matter how well he tried to swoon you. Leaning down to get his first taste of you, sweet kisses lapped at your lips before you came to realize what was going on. The curious, self-interested pecks to your lips were so cautious at the start, until Kain’s mouth began to grow lewd. He took your slack jaw as permission to greedily devour your tongue to the fullest. His mouth seemed to fit like a puzzle piece against yours, twisting upward to savor your mouth. You were surprised but not all shocked-- though, this was the first time he had tried to kiss you directly.

“Kain,” He let go but swiftly kissed again under your chin, gliding down your jawbone to your ear. “For the last time-- don't make me fucking hit you--!”

Kain drug his tongue up your skin, pinning your arm behind your back to shove you further against the wall; any closer and you'd be a part of it. He took in deep whiffs of your homey smell, of the sensation of your warm skin and its smoothness on his.

"What're you going to do about it? Gonna fight me off?" The thought made him give you a cheeky grin; it was almost too easy.

When was the last time he touched something so plush… so calming compared to the flesh wound that was what was left of the world? Even the sounds of your labored breaths made Kain…excited. When it came to your body pressed and aligned with his, he couldn't help but feel overly eager in wanting to push and press you flush against him.

“Stop-! You can’t do that here-- ”

But with your writhing body and fingers digging into his scalp, he realized that doing such a feat would be harder than he imagined. Your days of carrying injured survivors into their beds and helping unload traincarts of medical supplies made you nearly a worthy rival in strength.

"Can't stop now…" you heard him mumble, a big, warm hand coming to grip your chin. He was above you, caging you in with the biceps you mocked were more well-formed than his brain. Your hand was still pinned behind you as he pushed his squishy chest against yours.

You dug in your pocket for one of the two needles you always kept on hand. You pulled out the one with a peeling sticker-- its purpose for telling the difference between the two. This particular syringe held enough to sedate a horse-- which, you complemented to Kain’s large size.

You held it up like a knife, test-squeezing a little bit of the serum out.

Kain was busy nestled into your neck one moment, and the next he wasn’t. You were so sure he had forgotten about the hand you were raising, that you paid little attention to the one pinned behind you.

Without notice that he had even caught you, the guard tugged at the wrist behind your back, twisting it against the wall unnaturally. Your breath caught into your throat, body tensing as your forearm let out a crunched pop. A weak moan of agony came from your mouth, Kain’s hand that was once petting you possessively, now slowly taking the needle from your shaking fingers.

You tried to fight him, attempting to stab him then and there. But you were no match, not when your right arm was continuing to be crushed, the longer you tustled him for the syringe.

Kain lets out a triumphant laugh, throwing the needle behind him.

“Nice trick; I didn’t know you were such a flirt, nurse. How did you know I liked a little fight?”

Kain doesn't hesitate to dig both hands into your back pants pockets, allowing you the grace of cradling your throbbing arm. He felt up what he could while removing the other syringe, and keys from your pocket.

“Now,” He started, pulling your head back toward the wall with a grip on your hair. “Let’s see this pretty mouth do what it was meant for.”

Kain practically suffocated you with his body, pinning you back as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth.

"Ahh-thole!" You tried to sound out.

Kain watched your plump lips open around his finger; you attempted to bite the digit invading your personal space, but Kain yoinked down on your lower jaw first. The officer pushed the pad of his finger against your tongue, sensations of the muscles smooth wetness making him shudder; your startled sounds of awe only spurring him on, the glint of drooling interest in his eyes shifting to one of excited admiration.

Your stomach sank as you saw the shift in his expression, the peak of his interest making him look like a dog in heat. You were afraid he might miss your lips and smash straight into your cheek. Kains thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue, slowly gliding against your lips as he bit their fullness. He tasted bitter, like thick smoke and faint tobacco.

Kain on the other hand, was finally…finally, getting to experience the sensation of your arousing mouth, the one he had fantasized about so many times. He fantasized about how they'd taste during your first kiss, while he ran his fingers against the dip of your back, how they'd look around his c--

Your relentless teeth made blood trickle from his bottom lip, surprising the guard as he let out a pained groan. But Kain was too stubborn, he wouldn't let you go just like that! He had gone too far now, he couldn't go back to the way things were-- he needed you, needed this.

But you felt so lewd, Kain’s forced kisses making a slew of wet sounds as he occasionally slowed to pull at your lips with his teeth for payback, leisurely grinding against whatever he could press up against. Lord, it was like a high from the heavens for him; your body, your smell, it was enveloping him in a joy he hadn’t felt since... Well, since he could last remember.

Your knee came to push deep against the officer’s crotch. You could feel the shift in between his legs as you shoved as hard as you could.

Kain let out a muffled groan, separating from you for a moment. But he only returned with a bitter laugh, kissing you between revengeful bites.

"Sweet little nurse," Kain singsonged, looking at how you winced at the burn of raw bites left on your lips. Your feet shuffled underneath, twisting and turning to wriggle your knee deeper into his crotch. "How're you gonna fight off the big bad officer? Hm?"

Kain’s leg rammed between your thighs, forcing them apart. He dug the toe of his boots into the wall, positioning so you were practically sitting on his leg.

"Fuck you," you spat, hating the way he pulled at the back of your collar to lift your head back, making it easier to kiss you. "Eat shit and die, Kain. I'm not your fucking toy-!"

The officer giggled like a schoolboy, feeling a painfully intoxicating sting from your words. The anger and yearning made it harder for him to see straight.

"We'll see about that…!" He huffed, lifting your jaw to the sky. A long, wet stripe made its way down from your chin to your ear, a shudder leaving Kain’s mouth as he swallowed the salty tang of your skin.

You heard low chatter from the radio attached to his hip, his name repeated by a deep voice.

“Officer K..ain.. four..… intruders…4--” The voice was cutting in and out, static making the message hardly discernible.

“Shit…” Kain huffed, kissing through words as the corner of his lip became smeared with blood. “Why now-- for mm.. fuck’s sake….”

Kain’s head fell low as he left your lips, hanging in frustration. You were gasping for breath as you turned your head to the side, dizziness coming in a small wave.

The surface of your skin felt hot, a sharp taste left in your mouth from Kain. The officer was currently licking over his lips, tasting the remains of your sweat and his own blood.

Your head throbbed; the sterile stench of the hospital clung inside your nostrils, thick coughs coming from the room over, your 'patient' likely still feeling the twinge of his insides bleeding out. How could you still be dealing with Kain's bullshit, while the world around you was continuing to be mauled and raped by the disease plaguing your species?

The officer was an effective distraction from your nursery duties, his grating voice interrupting your thoughts as he still clung to you.

“Nurse, help me out,” He whined. “I can’t go out there looking like this!" Cain threw his hands down, letting you go to your surprise. "C’mon what do I do? You're the expert.”

You saw what kain was referring to, his hand covering a bite of retaliation you left on his neck, and the crotch of his black pants billowing out in a restrained fashion.

“Dear g-- Kain!” your immediate reaction was to shove kain back away from you, But the guard held a hand to his forehead, hardly lurching backward from your assault. You hit him afain, repeatedly punching at him to get him back for all thar had transpored. But kain merelt pushed his hair back to show his glistening forehead, barely holding up a palm to protect himself.

Kain chuckled wryly, groping at himself in a futile effort to make his erection less noticeable.

“This is all your fault--! Fucking…Asshole--” You grunt, mumbling curses as you pushed at the man again. “You don’t have the time, anyway. Get out of here, go do your damn job.” Wiping your mouth, you look at his radio.

You were tempted to chew him out as he stood still, but Kain got to you first. Rubbing at your neck to get rid of his love bites, you fell prey to Kain’s harsh shove of your shoulders against the wall. He seemed to throw you around like a stuffed animal, his strength

Kain grabbed your shoulders, shoving you against the wall again. You let out an involuntary “umph”, as the officer pressed his flushed forehead against yours. His fingers reached for your chin again as you tried to jerk your head away.

“Look at me-- before I go,” His voice grew low and harsh as he whispered, the clear stomps of other officers clicking outside the patient room. “I suggest that if you don’t want to be reprimanded by the guild--” Kain stopped momentarily, grinning as he imagined in his head. “Come to my room. Tonight.”

“...Room?” You questioned. Ah right, all the officers got rooms to stay in, while the rest of you measly survivors had to sleep close together in tight quarters. "Like hell I'll do that. You're the reason they're on my ass, they think I told you to defend me!"

Kain frowns, dissatisfaction making him furrow his eyebrows.

"What was I supposed to do? Let that guy practically violate you with his words? I couldn't stand letting him do that." he clicked his radio off, annoyed by the continued static call of his name. "You, wouldn't have allowed that either. I know you, you would've unleashed far worse than I had; but, I saved you the trouble, and the ass beating."

"But--"

"I know i know, you're still being 'reprimanded'," Kain gagged as he scrunched his fingers. "However, i could easily sway the guild council's opinion as a leading officer… in return for something, of course."

Your eyes narrow.

"And how would you do that? You're the one that caused this whole mess in the first place!"

Kain’s mouth was left lingering open against your cheek as he tried to hold himself back.

"A few of the council members owe me some favors… I wouldn't mind cashing one in if it meant, a night with you."

The guard’s breath hitched, his damp cheek pressing against yours as you winced in disgust.

“Seriously? You're willingly playing into their corruption; disgusting.”

Kain dug his hand into your hair, taking a deep inhale of it, ignoring your criticisms. He tried to press you up against him, as if your body wanted to give him physical affection.

"Take it or leave it. It's a much better choice than the tunnels, hm?"

That made you shudder. You doubted they'd throw you to the tunnels and catacombs of the city for something like this, but who's to say you're not one mistake too close to being zombie bate.

You were too stuck in the dread of what he was asking for. You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied if you let him have you, even if it was just for a night; he’d always come crawling back for more, until he completely consumed you. But did you really want to deal with his bullshit if you didn’t show up?

The radio chimed again, and Kain caught himself before he lashed out again, merely letting out an annoyed grunt.

“Got it?” He asked, pressing his knuckles against your jaw.

The guard didn’t wait for an answer, instead squeezing your face with one hand and pushing a multitude of kisses on your bruised lips. You tightened your lips shut, trying to turn and grunting as he kissed and kissed and kissed, not a thought of pulling away-- until the radio snatched his attention again.

All of a sudden Kain’s hands were off of you, his bulky body had pushed past the privacy curtain, leaving it closed. You heard the door shut as he stormed out; shutting the door with a tight firmness that irked you. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you listened to his heavy military boots trudge down the hospital corridors, waiting for them to be completely silent.

That silence was quickly filled once again however, your mind snapping back into work mode as the dying man in the adjacent room’s hospital bed began another violent coughing fit.

You shut kain out of your mind-- but in the back of your head, you mentally played what you felt would happen tonight if you took up his offer. Hell, what were you going to do with him?

Murder was starting to sound real tempting.

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clumsiestgiantess · 9 months ago

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Part two of Takeover Scenario Future! @goblinunderabridge, @entomolog-t, and everyone else who enjoyed part one, here it is!

(part one here)

Running to the bathroom door, I tried to turn the handle, but it was locked from the inside. I could hear small pained groans coming from behind it. “Julie! What are you doing to him?!” I yelled from outside. She didn’t answer me. I waited a good half-hour sitting against the bathroom door. They were talking to eachother in there — speaking in whatever strange language the survivors spoke. Finally, the bathroom door opened. I nearly fell backwards inside. “Can you get off the floor, please?” she asked me, voice back to being mildly annoyed and normal. “I need you to tell me what exactly you thought you were doing taking Mason for a joyride on your bike.”

I hadn’t really processed any of what she told me. My mind was drawn to the survivor. He sat on the side of the sink with bloody cotton balls surrounding him. His pant leg had been cut off to make way for a bandage that covered his whole leg. A broken rod of plastic was wrapped up in it, too — preventing it from bending. Zoning back in, I recognized something about what my sister said. “Wait.. Mason? Who’s Mason?” Julie exhaled tiredly, pressing a few fingers to her temples. “Mason is your little friend here. Well, technically his name is Nosam, but I think you’ll do better with the English version.” At the sound of the strange name, Bandit — or not Bandit — looked up at us.

“Now please, what were you doing that made him jump out? Was he trying to get away from you?” Guiltily, I thought back to how he’d struggled against me when I placed him in the bike basket. “Yeah, he tried.. before I got on the bike.. but he was just a bit scared! Once I brought him back and showed him his new home, I thought he would stop!” I stepped over to Mason, leaning down to look at his injury, but he scrambled away wide-eyed. Disappointedly, I backed off. “He’s.. still scared of me,” I realized.

“Well no shit he’s scared of you!” Julie suddenly spat, voice hostile again. “He doesn’t understand what you’re saying, and you’re not trying to comfort him at all!” “But shouldn’t he know I’m not going to hurt him? I’m not a monster!” I countered. “Well, to him, you are. You’re more intelligent than anything else he has to be afraid of — capable of doing so much worse to him than an animal that just wants to eat him and be done with it. Our kind trapped his kind here. All survivors are either angry at us or scared of us at first because of that. And I don’t blame them.”

The room was silent for a while as the thought sunk in. “Sorry, Ritch, I didn’t mean to yell at you. I mean, I did, just not that much.” Julie glanced over at the survivor. He quickly turned away like he hadn’t been watching. “They’re not pets, Ritchie. They’re people. Just like us. You can’t just carry one off and expect them to be calm about it. That’s kidnapping.” “But..” I stammered, “I just wanted to give him a home.” A slight smile appeared on Julie’s face. “I know. But Mason didn’t, and you scared him enough to think that jumping off your bike to get away would be safer than whatever you had in store for him.”

I glanced guiltily at the guy sitting on our sink. “Sorry.” “Eh syas s’eh yrros,” she told the survivor, “Ym rehtorb tsuj detnaw ot evig uoy a ecalp ot yats.” Mason looked up at her, then turned to me. He didn’t seem as scared, just a bit wary. “What’d you say?” “I told him what you told me. That you’re sorry and you were just trying to help.” I nodded, then turned to her suddenly. “Wait, Julie, how do you speak survivor? How do you know all this stuff about them?”

“Oh!” she gasped, “That’s kind of a long story, actually. Let’s head to my room. We don’t want Mom finding them inside.” I nodded, “Remember the one in the attic?” “Mhm. She tried to kill it.” She had, but my sister had stopped her.

Julie gestured for Mason to settle between her hands so she could take him where he needed to go. “Wait, can I carry him?” I asked her hesitantly. “I promise I’ll be gentler. I- I want him to know that I can be more careful.” She spoke to Mason and turned to me. “It’s his decision, not mine.”

The survivor looked at me intently — thinking hard. He said something decisively and Julie nodded. Then, he pointed to me. “Well, he chose you,” she told me with a nudge, “Better make up for that first impression.” With that, she slid out of the bathroom and waited by the doorway to the next room over. Gently, I held out my hands for Mason like I saw my sister do. He tenderly got up, avoiding his injured leg as best as he could.

The feeling was even stranger than picking him up in my fist. His weight caused my hands to dip lower as he sat down in them, glancing up at me with a pensive expression. I lifted him, and his grip tightened on my thumbs, which were almost like armrests to him. “Sorry for scaring you earlier,” I told him remorsefully, “I won’t do any of that again; I promise.” Mason gave me a small reassuring smile, squeezing the pad of my thumb just a bit tighter.

When I made it to the doorway, Julie nodded and told me the coast was clear. I followed her upstairs to our room — taking the long way around the house to avoid getting caught by our mother. Mason gawked at the surrounding rooms and furniture. Briefly, I wondered why. His world apparently had the same types of things that this one did. However, they weren’t nearly as gigantic.

Once we were safe in Julie’s room behind a locked door, she told me I could put Mason down gently on her dresser, which had been cleaned off since she’d returned from college for the summer. The little survivor eased off of me; I helped him get his balance before fully releasing him. He was still slightly wary of me, though. I’d kept my hands close around him so he couldn’t fall over, and he flinched so badly at the sight that he nearly did fall. I swear I’m not grabbing you, man, I thought remorsefully. I’m really sorry I did.

I turned to Julie to ask what to do next, but she’d ducked down beside her bed. “Ellie! You can come out now; it’s safe! There’s.. a few people I’d actually like you to meet.” My mouth dropped open as a survivor slid out from beneath her bed. She froze when she saw me, stepping slowly backwards without taking her eyes off mine. “Ronele, this is-” “Your brother. I know. What is he doing here?”

Holy… That survivor just spoke. In my language. I gawked, stepping forward slightly, “Y- You speak English?” “She does,” Julie replied, “I taught her, just like she taught me her language.” “How?” She shrugged, “How do you learn any other language? Practice and trial-and-error mostly. A lot of gestures, too.” I shook my head. “No, I mean, how did you like.. befriend a survivor?”

Before she could answer, the survivor tapped her leg, backing up until she was safely against it. “Jul, seriously, why is he here?” The new survivor’s voice held a rather strange accent, but even with it I could still hear the hard fear in her voice. Why did my presence suddenly put everyone on edge? I had never hurt one of their kind — never trapped one or locked one in a cage like I’d seen others do. Then again.. it’s kind of what Julie had told me. I was still perfectly capable of doing all of that. And even if I don’t do those kinds of awful things, there are enough people in the world who do for them to be wary of me regardless. Suddenly, my earlier interactions with Mason made a lot more sense.

At the survivor’s fearful question, my sister nodded to the desk where Mason stood. He looked possibly even more shocked than I had. “He finally took someone home.” The survivor crossed her arms, “I told you he would.” Julie sighed, “He did it to help him, though. Isn’t that right?” She gave me a pointed look and I nodded vigorously. With one gesture, the survivor, Ellie or.. whatever name my sister called her earlier, called down a pair of cupped hands and slid into them easily. It was mesmerizing. The little being did it so effortlessly, as if she stepped into people’s hands all the time. Actually, she probably did.

Julie lifted the survivor to wherever she pointed, and let her off on the desk beside Mason. It was then that I realized one of her legs was plastic. Her right leg from just above the kneecap down was missing, and had been replaced with a modified doll’s leg that was similar in color to her skin. The survivor gave me a strong sideways glance — probably because I was unknowingly staring at her — then began to speak with the other survivor in their own language.

“So,” I said uncertainly after a moment, turning to Julie. “How do you two know eachother?” “That’s the long story,” she said, sitting on the side of her bed and patting the other side of it. I sat where she wanted me, and she began.

“It was actually the year before I moved out. I was on a jog when I found Ronele. Well, in English it’s technically Elenor, but I usually use the other one or.. Nevermind. Just call her Elenor. That’ll be easiest for you.” She sighed, “Where was I? Right. When I found her, she was lying on the side of the road. A car had hit her a little while before I arrived, and I thought she’d died.”

The conversation between the survivors abruptly stopped. Elenor turned to us with a pensive expression. “Did you want to tell it?” Julie asked her. She shook her head, but made the same gesture as before. My sister got up and scooped her up kinda like I’d picked up Mason at the park, only gentler — more practiced. When she returned to her bed, Elenor settled in on her lap, making it look like the most comfortable seat in the room. I glanced back at Mason, still on the table. “Do you want to come over, too?” Julie translated for him, and he nodded slightly.

In the same way I brought him upstairs, I brought Mason to the bed — in two carefully-cupped hands. I tried placing him in front of me, but he slid away and sat in his own spot between me and Julie. I was slightly disappointed, but I understood why. Once everyone was settled, the story began again. “Well, obviously Elenor was in really bad shape when I first found her. Thankfully only her leg had been run over, but it was still awful. You know how I worked as an intern at the vet clinic in town?” I nodded. “The practice came in handy. That day I had to-” She paused and glanced down at the little being in her lap, gripping one of my sister’s hands tightly to herself. “Let’s just say.. it wasn’t pretty. Elenor was furious with me for a long time afterward.”

“For saving her life?” I asked, stunned. “Yes,” the survivor quipped, “When you have to be in almost perfect physical form just to survive, losing a limb is a death sentence. I was angry with her because I knew whenever she put me back I was just going to get picked off by something. I would’ve rather got the dying part over with rather than dragging it out.” “But then I got you this,” Julie added, gently tapping her plastic leg. The survivor calmed and nodded. “While she healed, Elenor learned a bit of English to communicate with me. And then while she went through physical therapy of sorts with her new leg, she began teaching me Hsilgne. Her language.”

“And I was right there,” I glanced at the door, “on the other side of the hall. I never knew.” “We didn’t want you to,” Elenor told me curtly. “We didn’t want anyone to find out,” Julie amended. “By the time Elenor had a working leg, we’d become such close friends that we knew she wasn’t leaving. She’s stayed with me since. She came with me to college, and lives with me in my apartment. I’ve been helping survivors ever since the year I met her, though. They’ve started coming to me on their own now that I have my own place.”

My sister is a doctor for survivors. How do I not know this?! “Can you show me how to keep one?” I asked her, “If you’ve been doing it for years, you can help me start collecting them, too!” Elenor said something angry-sounding in her language and Julie cringed. “I.. don’t think that’s a good idea. I told you, they’re not pets, you don’t keep one. You offer to let them live with you, like a roommate, and if they say yes, then you can start thinking about helping them.

“And that’s a big if!” Elenor chimed in, “Most of my kind — if they had any sense whatsoever — would say ‘no’ in a heartbeat.” I glanced at Mason. Before I could say anything, Elenor asked him something harshly. He looked confused — almost scared — of being confronted so suddenly. His gaze flickered around between all of us, then landed intently on me; I tried to look as harmless as I could. Finally, he spoke. Elenor looked a bit miffed at his reply, and my sister nodded. “He says that if you were able to understand him, and you two could talk to eachother like me and Elenor do, he actually wouldn’t mind staying here.”

Mason spoke a bit more, “I yllaer t’nod kniht ruoy rehtorb si a dab tnaig. Eh- Eh did pleh em elpitlum semit dna I sseug eh dah doog snoitnetni neve nehw eh debbarg em. Fi eh dluoc tsuj.. dnatsrednu, d’I eb yppah ot evil ereh. Ohw t’ndluow? S’ti a citnagig efas ecalp taht sah yllacisab detimilnu doof, dna si deretlehs morf eht rehtaew, htiw a etammoor ohw nac teg uoy tuo fo yna elbuort uoy thgim teg otni. D’I ekil ot yats fi m’I emoclew, tub fi uoy dluoc tsuj hcaet mih hguone rof mih ot dnatsrednu, I nac hcaet mih eht tser.”

My sister nodded, “I nac hcaet mih. Fi uoy yllaer tnaw ot yats, tsuj wonk uoy dluohs diova ruo rehtom. Fi uoy thguoht s’Ritchie gniwonknu edutitta sdrawot uoy saw dab, neht uoy od ton tnaw ym rehtom gnidnif uoy. Ehs si ekil emos fo eht lufwa sromur.” Mason nodded dutifully. I suddenly felt so out-of place. Everyone in the room could understand this new language — knew what the conversation was about — even if Elenor didn’t seem to approve of it. Only I had no clue what was being said. Out of everything, I vaguely recognized my name, but that was all.

“Wait, Mason, you want to stay with me?” I asked surprisedly, a smile growing on my face. He nodded, trying to stand back up, but between the uneven surface of the bed and his injured leg, he only got halfway before whispering something that sounded like a curse under his breath and sat back down. “If you’re up for learning a new language over the summer, I’m sure you two will get along surprisingly well,” my sister said, “He thinks a lot like you.” She gestured to Mason. “Really?” I asked, looking down at him. The survivor tilted his head to look up at me slightly.

“But just remember,” my sister told me, “They are not pets. They’re people. You treat that kid nicely, or so help me I will take him far away from you, understand?” I nodded fervently, “Yeah! I understand!” Julie looked me over skeptically and Elenor asked: “Do you?”

I turned to look down at the survivor I’d found earlier. Originally, I didn’t understand. I’d looked at him and saw a little mimic creature from another world — an oddity that only looked like a person, but wasn’t actually anything like one. I mean, they’re barely a foot long, they scavenge around like little animals, and they live in colonies out in the woods. It seemed obvious they weren’t people. That was until I was reminded why they had to scavenge whatever we left behind, and hide away in places where humans weren’t around. They are people — small people who couldn’t fight us for a place to live and had to go into hiding after losing the quick war we waged against them.

“I understand,” I said more firmly, reaching slowly for Mason. He tensed, but held still as I lifted him up. Keeping pressure off his leg, I helped him stand and walk across the sheets until he was beside me, leaning on my crossed legs to keep himself upright. He looked up at me not only with a smile, but with a genuine understanding expression. It was the first time he’d looked at me that way — with trust. That look right there solidified it; there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that they’re people. And I was going to make sure this one actually lived up to the name ‘survivor’.

Second part done! Do y’all want part three to be a continuation, or a prequel? (Either a continuation of Ritchie and Mason, or a backstory of Julie and Elenor’s first meeting)

#let me know what you want part three to be!#If there’s a significant amount of votes for one of the two options I’ll do that one first!#g/t #giant/tiny

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velvetvexations · 16 days ago

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Here's every extreme kink ask. CW for gender play, drugging, and gore!

So, basically every kink I have is centered around my kink for humiliating and degrading others and I can be sold on any kink that doesn’t set off my anxieties as long as they’re connected to those. But of course that’s not enough, I also get off on the idea of institutional power dynamics that favor me. Dangerous game to play if I ever focus on where I’m privileged, but thankfully I mainly focus on trans supremacy or I combine it with misogyny kink for transmasc supremacy. (Imperative that I never come across transfem supremacy. Nothing against it, I’m just a dom who hates being penetrated so that kink has nothing to offer me plus pokes at the “a woman SA’d me” trauma). I have to make my own porn cause a lot of trans supremacy is transfem supremacy and a lot of misogyny kink is aggressively ciscentric. But at least the TRF portrayal of trans men being sadistic predators who use our male privilege and our AGAB to our advantage against poor innocent women gives me inspo for porn. But a lot of times I wish someone else would make my smut for me for once.

We're fist bumping, I don't like trans supremacy either because it's all just like. It feels like futa lol. I need sexually aggressive trans women doms combined with detrans where they ARE perverted fakegirls pretending to be a woman for a fetish but they AREN'T detransitioning, they're going to continue to do it and abuse their social cache as a poor oppressed minority, like sitting in on therapy circles at sexual assault survivor's meetings and having a visible erection, and when people complain it's like, oh my God, that's just her anatomy, you transphobe!

Can you believe that anon thought I present myself as an innocent person with nothing but good vibes?

My deepest darkest secret kink is mostly a secret because literally how the fuck would I ever explain it. I, a trans guy, am deeply deeply into misgendering/transphobia kink - but for MTF, not FTM. Make it make sense, because I sure fucking can’t. (Is this the kink cultural appropriation the TRFs were mad about lol)

thank fucking God I need someone else to be into it so I HAVE SOME FUCKING CONTENT!

Far and away my most messed up kink is amputation. like YES reduce me to a torso with tits and holes, unable to run, unable to push you away, unable to ever give myself any pleasure ever again. just a literal fleshlight reliant on you for everything.

yeah I can see the appeal in that

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about someone getting me hooked on drugs, and then making me do more and more fucked up and degrading things to get those drugs. There’s just something insanely hot about the sort of desperation that slams you face first into rock bottom and then hands you a shovel, you know?

forced drug addiction kink is spectacular

kink confession. two specific drawings in the 1992 little golden book of disney's little mermaid is what awoke some of my sexuality, specifically tentacle lust and snuff/necro kink. i have distinct memories of reading it as a child, eating a poptart, staring very intently at ursula using her tentacles to physically restrain ariel after her pet eels manipulated her away from safety, and wondering why i felt so funny about reading that part of the book, and why i liked thinking about ursula transforming ariel into a human and then holding her underneath the water so she drowned. and eventually that turned in to me imagining what one might do with a very pretty dead body they could do whatever they wanted to. i looked for an archive of the specific book so i could share what titillated a nine year old budding sadomasochist so much. it's truly so tame, the human mind is amazing.

It's very tame, but I love that for you anon. I'm obsessed with how people get kinks and so much of it is while still developing.

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mystical-cryptid · 26 days ago

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I must ramble about an AU idea I had in my head.

[SPOILER WARNING FOR MY FRIEND!! They haven't seen the movies yet.]

Also warning for canon divergence/serious piece of media turning unserious for the sake of self indulgence OOC ideas.

Basically, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, and Lawrence Gordon never became apprentices for John Kramer. He never recruited them after their designated traps. (Zepp most likely takes Amanda's place in being the loyal apprentice in this AU.)

The three are just survivors of the Jigsaw Killer's games that won their tests. This AU is mainly centered towards Mark Hoffman and his colleagues in the police department. If any one you have seen "Dexter", this AU is basically like that.

Tapp is the Department Dad figure, and Sing's his favorite child /HJJJ. Hoffman and Rigg are best friends, and have been since the academy. Mark is the quiet guy that the rest of the group besides Fisk and Tapp get weirded out by, but they invite him to the group events since he is Rigg's friend.

But Mark has a secret. He wouldn't have been tested by the Jigsaw Killer if he didn't have it.

In this AU, Angelina is alive. That night, Mark had a bad feeling, so he went over to Angie's apartment. That's when Seth Baxter was in the middle of attacking Angie, and was about to murder her, but Mark intervened when he kicked the door open.

Mark nearly plummeted Seth to death, but he was stopped by Angie. Seth got arrested and was on trial. Seth got a hefty sentence, but Angie wasn't quite the same again. Five years later, Seth is released from prison on a technicality.

Mark, not wanting Seth to get near Angie, decided to take matters into his own hands. Seth dies in the Pendulum Trap he constructed, then he gets tested by Kramer, who was not pleased to receive credit for a work he didn't make.

This area in the AU gets kinda murky. I don't know if Mark gets tested by a modified version of the shotgun trap, or the bear trap. And I'm not sure how Kramer just lets Mark go. Closet thing I got is Kramer was like "If you can free yourself this trap before the timer runs out, I will leave you again."

So Mark survives the trap, and lives to not tell the tale. He bears a secret he can never tell anyone, not even his own sister. Speaking of Angie, she's doing sort of alright in this AU, but the trauma from her ex boyfriend has scarred her, and his death wasn't any consolation. The guilt eats away at Mark once a while, but he doesn't regret putting Seth down.

But the antics of the department cops (need a nickname for them) softens the blow of the angst. This AU is not as dark and grisly as the actual SAW franchise, I just wanted a funny lil AU with Mark and his coworkers that never really get talked about. Like "Dexter", I like the dynamic of a secret killer surrounded by coworkers in law enforcement, and those coworkers don't really find out because of the antics.

Now I just had the thought of Matt Gibson in a role like Doakes in "Dexter".

Oh, Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm still get together! Idk how, but they do find each other!

Anyway, yee, that's it! I plan on making content for this AU, idk when, but soon! See ya!

#mystic rambles #saw #saw au #saw movies #saw franchise #mark hoffman

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neoyi-backstreetback · 2 months ago

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Aephorul/Resh'an, 4, 10, 15, 20!

And Marine/Prima, 2, 13

*cracks knuckles* Let's start with Marine and Prima since there's less of that.

2) who says “I love you” more?

Honestly, both of them would be equally sharing that role, but in significantly different ways. Marine is much more outwardly and while it's not always a direct "I love you!" He is far, far, far more affectionate about it. That is, in a very blatant, glomping/planting dramatic kisses/locking-arms-out-in-public kinda way. He's a french robot, what'd ya expect?

Prima tends to be more subtle. He prefers the quiet "I love yous" in the privacy of their home (well, space ship in this case.) He tends to wordlessly wrap his arms around Marine or give him reassuring pecks on the forehead whenever Marine is sad or something like that. I personally like writing where the two don't necessarily say "I loves you" at the drop of a hat, but express it in their own ways through gestures and spoken reassurances/affections.

And without delving too much into spoiler territory, Prima would be the kind to softly tell Marine he loves him when the latter is asleep, for reasons I can't say yet since we're not at that part in the story.

13) who gives the most compliments?

This is the only one on the answer list that I did not draw art for, partially because after drawing everything else on this blog post, I started getting tired and partially because I could not really think of what to draw with Marine and Prima specifically for this piece.

The answer is, both would, but again, in their own ways. When Marine is especially happy Prima did something he likes, that bot is gonna be super giddy and enthusiastic with his compliments. Prima would dish out his more casually with a thumbs up; kinda like a "eyyy, that was the ritz, Fish Bot."

Okay, now for Resh'an and Aephorul.

4) who swears more?

Aephorul.

Resh'an tend to swear when prompted more than anything.

10) who usually makes dinner?

In his younger, pre-immortal days, Resh'an was a prince, so he had personal chefs literally cooking for him everyday, so dude never learned a damn thing. Obviously, also being a guy hyperfixated in alchemy meant he'd ignore food for hours at a time and sustain on coffee and whatever meals his servants left him that he only shoved into his mouth hole when he realized that, oh right, eating and drinking is what keeps you focused and not feel like dying.

Aephorul isn't a master chef by any means, but constantly traveling alone for so long and surviving harsh conditions meant he learned to cook what he could. We're talking camping, wilderness survivor levels, so he knows how to skin rabbits, pluck feathers from birds he's shot, and gut fishes he's killed. Most of them are just roasted over an open fire. Everything else is food he'll have bought from any towns and cities he's in and often ones that'll last, like dried sausages or cheese. ...He can fry eggs, but boiling them means he can store them to be munched on later.

Aephorul did try to teach Resh'an how to cook (survival and all), but it basically boiled down to Aephorul just doing most of it himself when it became clear that man would be likely to burn a house down with his lethal handling of a frying pan.

Post-immortal, Aephorul has an army of minions from all across the multiverse who often serve him food, half of which he doesn't really eat anyway because he just has a lot of work to do. Though the ones he does eat, he's actually very grateful for it. Aephorul genuinely has fond memories dining out in restaurants and bars in his travels, so he likes eating whenever he has the time. Sometimes, he actually will eat with his minions because he liked the bustling sounds of a busy bar in his youth. Aephorul doesn't really say much, he just lets Barma'thazel or the Acolytes chat about what Kevin's been doing to the office fern the other day or if any of them signed the card for Carol's retirement party.

Resh'an, being the kind of guy with a lot of time on his hands and genuinely appreciate of the world(s) around him, did eventually learn to cook and especially bake (hey, it's mixing ingredients, just like alchemy) which would prove useful a few times...........................but largely never really did make good use of it in favor of the truly heinous amount of take out he ends up ordering instead due to his literal centuries holed up in his library cave doing spacetime research and the shitton of endless money he can alchemy up whenever he damn well wants to pay for his umpteenth Chipotle burrito.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Technically both. Aephorul, usually when he's the most angry; Resh'an if Aephorul pushed his buttons enough. There have been MOUNTAINS of arguments between the two of them out in public before they learned to at least STOP TIME so they could conduct their bitchfest without prying eyes or ears.

Pre-immortal days, it was usually Resh'an embarrassing Aephorul, but in a very affectionate way. In spite of being, like, 20, Resh'an would do that shit where kids would pull someone's pigtails or poke them with a pencil as a sign that they liked them. Past Resh'an would absolutely do that to Aephorul when they were slowly getting to know each other. Aephorul found it annoying, but damn it, he could not stop blushing at that guy For Some Reason.

Resh'an did stop eventually, largely because he outgrew it. Running away from home and learning to adapt to life outside a palace took the spoiled child out of him relatively quickly.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Aephorul without a doubt. And absolutely out in public. He will smother that man with kisses, hugs, and minor inappropriate touching until someone complained and the two of them would be escorted out of the park because damn it, they were warned about this.

Resh'an tries to put a stop to it before it gets too far and maintain some decorum, but he secretly feels validated that Aephorul, after millennia after millennia, has never stopped loving him. Resh'an adores the affection, he just won't admit it.

#sea of stars #the dandy robot #webcomic #comic #resh'an #aephorul #yi arts #will answer the other questions I got on the inbox another day!#drawing these took time!

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