#ooc- STOP GIVING HIM IDEAS /j

[blackrocks-greatest]

hi, do with this what you will:

"One 18.25 ounce package chocolate cake mix, one can prepared coconut pecan frosting, 3/4 cup vegetable oil, four large eggs, one cup semi-sweet chocolate chips, 3/4 cup butter or margarine, 1 and 2/3 cups granulated sugar, two cups all purpose flour.

Don't forget garnishes such as: fish-shaped crackers, fish-shaped candies, fish-shaped solid waste, fish-shaped dirt, fish-shaped ethyl benzene, pull-and-peel licorice, fish-shaped volatile organic compounds and sediment shaped sediment, candy coated peanut butter pieces shaped like fish, one cup lemon juice, alpha resins, unsaturated polyester resin, fiberglass surface resins, and volatile malted milk impoundments, nine large egg yolks, twelve medium geosynthetic membranes, one cup granulated sugar, an entry called 'How to Kill Someone with Your Bare Hands', two cups rhubarb sliced, 2/3 cup granulated rhubarb, one tablespoon all-purpose rhubarb, one teaspoon grated orange rhubarb, three tablespoons rhubarb on fire, one large rhubarb, one cross borehole electro-magnetic imaging rhubarb, two tablespoons rhubarb juice, adjustable aluminum head positioner, slaughter electric needle injector, cordless electric needle injector, injector needle driver, injector needle gun, cranial caps. And it contains proven preservatives, deep penetration agents, and gas and odor control chemicals that will deodorize and preserve putrid tissue."

there’s not a chance in hell that this will produce anything that’s remotely safe to eat so maybe you can use it to kill someone, I dunno

..this will be useful later on, thank you!

[toomiieimagiines]

AHHHH HIIII i have a req >< its an akito shinonome xFem!reader so the're both at weekend garage yknow doing their own thing and akito is talking to some npc guy an then the guy asks if the reader is his gf and akito being the lovesick loser he is/j says yeah then he says "yeah ik what you see in her shes fine" then akito is like like that one shocked face emoji (i cant find it lmao) have a nice dayyy !!

𖦹 hii! it’s been so long since i’ve uploaded, happy new year! i could sit here and tell a whole sob story about why i didn’t upload, but i’ll save it! thank you all for the support!it really means a lot, and makes me feel appreciated!^_^

♪ kind of ooc, VERY poorly written this is a draft all the way from summer, i just wanted you guys to have something. they hate each other for some reason idk why but it felt fitting… i make akito have a sweet insert a lot so i guess thought i’d make her feisty

“They’re mine, yeah?”

Akito Shinonome is a total jerk! He’s sending you mixed signals, and it’s driving you nuts!

You can only stand so many chirped out “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe!”s before you start to get the wrong idea. I mean, who does this guy think he is, talking to you like that? He’s your friend - at least you think he is - so the fact he’s treating you like some pretty thing is getting on your nerves.

Little did you know, HE’S feeling the same way.

I mean seriously, are you blind? He’s genuinely curious. He wants to strangle you every time you tilt your head like a stupid dog, and go ‘huh?’! You have to be dumb, right? That, or you’re not interested in him. But, if the latter is the case, you need to grow a pair and tell him, so he can throw himself into practice for a couple of days and probably also get into a fight with Toya over something that wasn’t even that important- God, he’s rambling. He never rambles. You make him act all weird, he hates it. You suck.

You two have been keeping up the whole ‘I wanna kick your teeth in, and then make out’ thing for a while, without either of you knowing. It would be funny if it wasn’t so Goddamn infuriating. Endless rehearsals of Akito having his ‘man-period’ (as An has so affectionately dubbed it) have gotten old for everyone. How many times can he make everyone run through “Echo” before the novelty is taken out of the song?

At any rate, this can’t last forever. Something’s gotta give eventually.

And it did.

It did when Akito was (basically) tied down and (basically) forced to stare at you while you (..actually) talked to Kohane. It wasn’t his fault, okay? The sun was hitting your face just right, and you kept doing this endearing thing with your hair when it got in your face- it was like you taped his eyes open! Maybe if you’d stop being so charming while doing absolutely nothing, he wouldn’t have to look like a creep! It didn’t go unnoticed by you either.

Akito kept staring at you, and it kept throwing you off balance. You didn’t know why, only having asked Kohane a small number of a billion times. ‘Kohane, am I talking too loud?’ before quitting and just letting him look. You must’ve done something to piss him off, what a jerk! You’re so sick of him being so immature! He should just man up and tell you when he’s pissed, not give you a dirty look- well, the more you look at it, it isn’t all that dirty. Why is he making that weird lopsided face? It looks dumb. You decide to stare at him back.

Akito jumps, quickly shifting his eyes away from you. How embarrassing! God, he must look like such a loser. He tries to act casual as you turn your head back Kohane, finally letting out a breath when you bring your attention back.

He has never been more thankful for anything in his life. Truly. He was feeling blessed until he felt a nudge on his shoulder.

Now, he wasn’t excited to mess someone up in front of you, but he wasn’t about to look like some pussy either. Thankfully, there was no need, the sleaze seems chill, but damn, this guy sure looks like a toolbag.

“‘Sup, man?” He says, and Akito winces. This guy's voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Does he think he has swagger? How dare this guy interrupt his borderline creepy stalker time? He puts on an annoyed smile, deciding he has to be a little polite.

“‘Sup? Need somethin’?” God, he hopes not. He’s no good at directions, and he’s worse at being polite to bastards with ugly haircuts.

“Ah, was just wondering, that one yours?” The guy gestures to you two, nudging him again. Are you fucking kidding me right now? For his sake, Akito assumes this guy is talking about Kohane - which he still wasn’t enthusiastic about throwing to him - and shrugs. He felt a little dirty telling the name of his friend to this slimeball, but if it gets him off your back he’ll have to live with it. And he can just beat the daylights out of him if he tries anything funny anyway.

“The blonde girl with pigtails? Her name is Kohane, and no, I’m not with her, but she doesn’t-“ He’s quickly interrupted.

“No, no, the other one. Y’know the hot one talkin’ to her?”

Akito’s eye twitches. How dare this guy talk about you like that. His blood boils over, and he quickly grows defensive. Yes, you know what, you are his, and he’s not about to let this slimeball think any different. He can’t believe that anyone would dare think of you like that. “The hot one”? Ha, don’t make him laugh. You are hot, sure, but you’re also a total brat. Does that weirdo know your favorite drink from this café? For fucks sake, he didn’t even know your name. You’re not a thing, but you ARE his. He pushes the man - yes, man, he’s sure this guy is grown - away, masking himself in half-playfulness.

“Yeah, back off dude. They’re mine, yeah?” He’s loud - louder than he’d like - when he scolds him. He obviously comes off as hostile because everybody (including you. confused and probably disgusted you.) turned to look at him. Ugh, how embarrassing!

You and Kohane exchange confused glances, making him fall further into the pit of guilt. Maybe he went a little far, I mean you aren’t his, so maybe you’d be interested in him- Nah, he acts like a slimeball, and looks like one, despite all Akitos flaws, he’s miles better than this freak, but he probably embarrassed you. The guy backs away in defense, holding his hands up.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry, was just wonderin’ I know what you see in them.” The guy pulls back, obviously not about to take whatever shit Akito was so willing to put on him. Smart move, because his nice streak was running out. The guy scampers away, muttering out his apologies. Oh great, now he really looks like a psycho. He’s gonna have to change his name and switch schools-

He sees you turn to him and laugh, God, he’s so fucked.

Now you, mildly amused, somewhat heartbroken, and really pissed off you, had seen this little outburst, and the “they’re mine”, and immediately assumed he was talking about Kohane. Obviously. You two aren’t together, you thought you’d at least remember that.

Your first train of thought as his self-proclaimed ‘semi-best-friend’, was how dare he not tell you about this?! And how dare he just lead you on like that when he had a girlfriend? What a jerk! You didn’t even have feelings for him anyway. You’re better than that! You exhale, trying to calm your heart. It’s not the time for this. It’s ‘semi-best-friend-who-hates-him’ time, so you prance over to him with a shit-eating grin.

“Damn, someone’s protective of their girlfriend! I’m heartbroken that you didn’t tell me, y’know. I thought we were besties!” You knock into his shoulder, giving a convincing eyebrow wiggle.

What the fuck? No, like, seriously what the fuck? Akitos mind jumps around in his skull, not finding a single thing to say. Do you think- Really? Him and Kohane? He lets out a laugh, rubbing his eyes in exasperation. You’re so dumb sometimes, really dumb. Cute though. Smart too. Pretty, funny, dense-

“Nah, no I’m- I’m not with her.” His voice finally comes out, and you’re hit with a wave of confusion. Not with her? If that’s the case, what was his outburst even about?

“Then why the crash out, huh? Do you like her?” You tease, stretching out the ‘like’. Your hands go back to his shoulders, jumping up and down. If you were to be honest with yourself, you’d find that you’re guiltily happy at the fact they’re not dating. You’d never admit that though. Not to this punk.

His breath gets caught in his throat, his pulse quickening at the closeness. You’re such a dunce, are you blind? Do you not know how he feels? As said, he hasn’t really been subtle about it.

“I- uh-” He looks to the side, struggling to find anything to say. Whatever happened to stone-cold Akito? Is he just going to sit there foolishly? He's embarrassed, to say the least. How is he even supposed to rectify this? Hey, I’m totally into you, sorry for embarrassing you in front of our friend?! “I’m-”

“You do like her!” You screech, still shaking him up. You don't feel great about it, sure, but it's still fun to tease him. He's still your best friend, so-

“No, stupid I- God, that’s not it! You're so dumb, I was talking about you-“

You freeze, and so does he. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. He decides it was.

“What?!” You sputter, stepping back. Did you hear him correctly? There's no way… right? You know that he had been flirty, sure, but this? A real confession? It seems completely out of character for the rough-and-tough boy, and it really did come from nowhere. Unfortunately, your confusion only serves to piss him off. Where do you get the nerve to act shocked?

“Whatdya mean ‘what?’?!” He crosses his arms, obviously growing irritated by your ignorance. He stares down at you, wiping his palms on his pants in suspense. “Do you not get it?-”

“I just thought you were…” you trail off, fidgeting with your hemline, “so you're not with Kohane?” Your voice is reluctant as you ask, wanting to confirm it; confirm he likes you.

“No, I’m not with Kohane!-“ He defends, running a hand through his hair.

“And… you like me?” You point to yourself.

“Yes, that's what I said-”

“Oh.”

“”Oh?!” What is “oh?!”?” His voice comes out embarrassingly high-pitched, and it furthers the awkward moment.

“Oh. It’s just… oh.”

You both look the other way, trying your best to peek at each other's faces while remaining indiscreet. He wasn’t about to look at you while you embarrassed him. You’re so annoying.

Silence is something you two don't do very well when you're together, but it develops… in time.

You break it, you always were charitable.

“I kinda like you too y’know,” you confess, “even if you're kind’ve a jackass and you have bad hair.”

“I- okay.” He doesn’t dare to look at you, much to your annoyance.

“”Okay”? You got mad at me for an “Oh” but you give me an “okay”?!”

“Whatever, weirdo.”

“You suck, Shinonome.”

Kohane sees you guys holding hands when you three walk home that night… but she decides to keep her mouth shut.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Festivities and fruits

Barbie dolls: gn! Reader x Sejanus x coriolanus

Word: 2.4k

Summary: basically you and Sejanus are dating and Coriolanus is struggling with some feelings towards the both of you

Warnings: you and Sejanus are tots chill with pda, a smidge of ooc coriolanus but it's fine, you're rlly rude and mean to Arachne, vomit mentioned once but not like described 🙏, eating mentioned but you j drink a beverage, yeah

Coriolanus couldn’t stand Sejanus sometimes. His ideas and thoughts pushed Coriolanus to social exclusion just from association. Worse, Coriolanus couldn’t kick the habit of needing to be around him. He needed Sejanus’ approval. He needed Sejanus’ eyes on him. He needed Sejanus, he just couldn’t stop floating towards him every time he saw his brown curls and fine suit across the room. Coriolanus wouldn’t even think it. He pushed the thought down, he didn’t like Sejanus. That’s preposterous, he’d district. Yet he still let his eyes linger on Sejanus when he wasn’t paying attention. 

Just to make it even worse, Sejanus was dating you. It had been years, but it was torture for Coriolanus now. When you two were fresh onto the dating scene, you could barely even hold hands in public. At the time Coriolanus couldn’t care less. Why did he care if Sejanus blushed when you held his hand under the table? 

Now it was excruciating. You and Sejanus couldn’t get your hands off of each other. You two were constantly being touchy and loving up on each other. You’d praise him and rub his shoulders. You’d peck his neck and swing your legs into his lap. Sejanus had no embarrassment left in his body, he’d fully make out with you in front of Coriolanus’ lunch. Not a soul seemed to care either. 

Coriolanus cared. He cared very much. 

You two must’ve known what it was like to sit back and watch you be all coupley, loving, and gross. It made his eyebrow twitch, jaw clench, and pants strain. He wasn’t sure who he wanted more, you or Sejanus. It’s like you two knew that too because every time Sejanus pulled away from your mouth to catch his breath, you’d glance over at Coriolanus. Then Sejanus would turn back to the conversation with Coriolanus and whisper an apology. Sejanus always had this knowing smile on his face that made Coriolanus want to lunge over the table and bite it off. 

It was an important week for the student body. A dance set for Friday night, of course, to give the students something to look forward to. Coriolanus was sure that was bullshit and they actually just wanted to raise money for the Academy. Coriolanus had to start spreading that he thought the whole thing was stupid. ‘Oh, what we’ll get dressed up and stay at school longer?’ great just what he wanted. Definitely not because he couldn’t afford a ticket. 

He got home to an envelope with his name on it. Tigris was giddy to see what was inside, thinking of all the awards he could've won. When he tore it open, he felt his stomach stir. Coriolanus pulled out the price of paper, unfolding it to watch a small stack of cash hit the tiled floor and a thick paper rectangle following after it. Tigris gasped and stared down at it. Coriolanus kept his eyes on the paper as he squatted down, picking them both up. In Sejanus’ stupid perfect handwriting was a note that made Coriolanus never want to go to school again. 

A treat for you, Coryo. Buy a suit and use the rest however you like. Come to the dance and enjoy yourself. 

-See you there, Sejanus ♡

Coriolanus hated that it made his face hot. That stupid heart on the end, what could that mean? Furthermore, when he saw your handwriting in the corner he hated you both more. ‘Can’t wait to see you, Pretty Boy!’ He might use this cash to hire an assassin to take you both out. He stood up with the cash and ticket, staring at Tigris. 

“I have to go to a party now.” Coriolanus declared. Days later he had a new and subtle suit so he could easily use it for other occasions hanging in his closet. The rest of the leftover money was set aside for future grocery days. At school, you and Sejanus acted none the wiser. You three talked about schoolwork and casual changes in their lives. Nothing about the envelope or the money. 

The night of the dance he ignored all of his other students and headed straight for the buffet of snack foods. He needed something to do with his hands, something to preoccupy his mind before he had to socialize. Coriolanus settled into a chair at an empty round table. Plenty of other students had also done the same, only they had people surrounding them and making conversation with them. He started slowly pecking at his plate, snacking on a grape here and a cracker there. Arachne decided she was invited to his table, dropping into the seat next to him. 

“Did you see what Festus was wearing? The blue goes so well with his complexion. Oh, but Onyx?” Arachne said, dropping her jaw dramatically. Coriolanus chewed on a strawberry as he tried to pretend he knew what she was talking about. 

“I mean that green does nothing for her, she looks like an artichoke. I can't even be mean to her because she's my lab partner.” Arachne sighed like all this nice attitude she had to put up was exhausting. 

“Tell me about it,” Coriolanus muttered, once again pretending like he knew what was going on. Archane took a sip from her drink, shaking her head. His act seemed to be working just fine because she kept talking. By the time she went over 85% of their classmates' attire, Coriolanus’ plate was looking like he might have to socialize more. As he took a bite out a strawberry, Archane paused in her rant over the gray of someone's suit. He looked up, concerned she choked on her drink and died. She pointed to the door. 

“Here come Sejanus and his lost puppy,” Archane muttered. Coriolanus looked up towards the door. Sure enough there you were. Sejanus was in a classic suit that fit him just right and walking beside him was you.

Your arm was interlocked with his. Coriolanus didn't like you two before when you were just in your uniforms, now he was beyond hatred. If the schools didn't already hate Sejanus, your relationship would've been beyond popular. You both complimented each other perfectly. You looked like two puzzle pieces that snapped together. You were both attractive and together you made Coriolanus' world spin. Sejanus looked around the room and spied Coriolanus at his table. Sejanus leaned to your ear, whispering something. No matter what he said, it was hot stupid. 

Arachne scoffed as you both headed straight for the table she was sharing with Coriolanus. She looked like she wanted to leave now. She sat up straighter and held her cup to her chest. You and Sejanus stopped at the edge of the table, eyes on Archane. You gave her a bright smile, tilting your head up. 

“Archane, never the pleasure.” You said, looking rather proud of yourself. Sejanus snorted. Archane scoffed. 

“It amazes me they let you inside with those clothes. Didn't know they let District trash in.” Archane replied, tilting her head to the side. You pulled back the chair next to Coriolanus. Sejanus dropped into it and you stood between him and Coriolanus. 

“Every day I find you alive is shocking, Archane. You're so pitiful and annoying I thought someone would've put you out of your misery by now.” Your hands rested on the back of the chairs. Coriolanus could almost feel you touching him and it made him almost choke on his food. Sejanus reached over and plucked a grape from his plate. Coriolanus would've glared if there weren't people around. Archane stood from her chair. 

“You know, I won't feel bad when you're both starving on the streets and I'm rolling in riches.” Archane turned her back on the three of you and started to waltz off. 

“Oh, we all know her family is going broke.” You muttered under your breath as you sat in the chair next to Sejanus. Archane glanced back. Coriolanus looked between you two expectingly. 

“You look nice,” Sejanus commented. Coriolanus tried not to choke on his cracker, shrugging at Sejanus. You leaned forward and pointed at Coriolanus. 

“Oh go on, stand up and give us a spin.” You moved your finger in a circle. Coriolanus was absolutely not doing that. Coriolanus scoffed. 

“Please, I'm not taking any orders from either of you,” Coriolanus said, sitting back in his chair. Sejanus shared a look with you. You raised an eyebrow at Coriolanus. You opened your mouth to talk, only to have Sejanus cut you off. 

“And yet, here you are.” Sejanus must've spoken your mind because you closed your mouth and jutted your hand out at him. Coriolanus flushed, knowing he was caught wanting your approval and following your orders. 

“That's different.” Coriolanus tried to defend himself but only found you and Sejanus giving him knowing looks. You leaned over the Sejanus' side and rubbed his arm. Sejanus turned his attention to you. You must've learned to communicate over mind waves while Coriolanus wasn't paying attention because Sejanus nodded as you told him something. He pushed his chair back and stood. 

“I'm getting a plate, want anything?” Sejanus asked Coriolanus. Coriolanus shook his head. Your hand reached across the table before Coriolanus could stop you. You handed Coriolanus’ plate over to Sejanus. 

“I want a drink and refill Coriolanus' plate, please.” You smiled up at Sejanus. It made Coriolanus want to knock his head into the table. Sejanus leaned down and lightly pecked your lips. Coriolanus swallowed down the urge to pretend to vomit. When Sejanus pulled back, he was grinning. You both muttered confessions of love as Sejanus walked off. Coriolanus thought of standing up and finding Archane again, she's easier to be around than you two. At least he didn't have to question his feelings for people already dating each other. 

With Sejanus gone, Coriolanus couldn't sit still. Without Sejanus, Coriolanus was left to entertain you. You leaned forward and rested your chin in your palm. You stared at him with a smile that made his face burn. Oh, what he wouldn't give to wrap a blindfold around your eyes. 

“Me and Sejanus were talking…” you left your sentence to drag off. Coriolanus sat up straighter, feeling the spotlight on him already. 

“I would assume so. I doubt you two can sit in silence all day long.” Coriolanus said, trying to cover up the fact he was begging for you to climb over the table and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. You hummed and brought him back into the moment. You half shrugged, reaching across the table to hold onto his hand. Coriolanus wished he had his plate so he could use his hands for something else. He felt his heart palpate. 

“And this is only if you want to, but he and I think we should try something new. We-” You started. Coriolanus couldn't stand this waiting for you to spill your guts. He couldn't feel his left arm at this point just spit it out already. 

“Are going to get drunk and want me to be the designated…walker, I suppose?” Coriolanus cut you off, hoping his answer was closer than yours. He wasn't sure he could handle all this pressure. You cleared your throat. 

“We both like you, Coriolanus. We're pretty sure you like us, too.” You said. Coriolanus felt the air left over in his lungs wisp away. Coriolanus looked over his shoulder, to make sure no student was over-hearing. You ran your finger over his knuckle, bringing his eyes back to you. 

“We could all go out. On a date. We want you. Romantically, of course.” You rolled your eyes as you tacked on your last sentence. Coriolanus stared at you as you waited patiently. He glanced around to watch Sejanus add more grapes to Coriolanus’ plate. Sejanus moved to the table as you and Coriolanus sat in silence. Sejanus plopped into the seat next to you. He pushed Coriolanus’ plate over the table to sit in front of Coriolanus. Sejanus set a cup in front of you, his hand reaching toward your shoulder. He pecked your cheek and turned back towards Coriolanus.

”What’s the ruling?” Sejanus asked. Coriolanus looked between you and Sejanus. You pressed your lips in a thin line. 

“Jury’s still out.” You muttered. Coriolanus grumbled under his breath, deciding a grape was a better opponent than confrontation. He bit one in half and flung the second half in the general direction of Archane. He missed of course, she was halfway across the room, but the grape hit her emotionally. He looked back to you two, staring at him expectingly. Coriolanus shrugged like it was an easy decision. Like he didn’t just have a tiny crisis. 

“Sure, I guess,” Coriolanus said, picking up a strawberry. You smiled and glanced back at Sejanus. Sejanus’ dimples caught your attention as he grinned. You poked one and Coriolanus swallowed the urge to reach over and do the same. 

Coriolanus ate through his plate of fruit as he watched you two sway. Every now and then your eyes would flicker up. Sejanus had a smile on his face that made Coriolanus want to throw his strawberries at him. You sent winks, far too many all things considered. And yet he still had to hide his smile with a new grape. 

“Perfect.” You turned back to Coriolanus, watching as he chomped into a strawberry. Coriolanus flicked the top of his strawberry back at his plate. Coriolanus shrugged again like it was simple. You and Sejanus’ chairs scraped against the floor as you both stood up. You leaned down towards Coriolanus as he chewed on his mouthful of fruit. You kept one hand on his shoulder as you gently brushed your lips against his cheek. Coriolanus paused his chewing as your touch disappeared again.

He watched as you headed straight for the dance floor, waiting at the edge to look back at him. As Coriolanus watched you, Sejanus leaned down and kissed Coriolanus’ other cheek. Coriolanus would’ve choked if he hadn’t stopped breathing the second you leaned toward him. Sejanus joined you at the edge of the dance floor, taking your hand. 

[shara-dreamer]

(Platonic) Uzi x Detective! Brother reader

A/n: I am so sorry if this is short or ooc I am very tired also I am both ok and not ok after the series ending.

you are the eldest child of the doorman family, Uzi's older brother. I guess both of you could be considered disappointments since you didn't go into the door business either. 

You are a detective who never really had much to do, but you did support Uzi's idea of defending against the disassembly drones. You helped her build her railgun and even had her make a smaller one for you to carry around, just in case. 

You met N with her and even stood by her with her self imposed banishment, but you didn't say anything to your dad before you left. You didn't have anything left to say to him as you already weren't afraid to speak against your dad. 

You were just as tired of all of this hiding since you were there when your mom died when uzi was just a baby. 

You did get a call about some missing drones since you seemed to be one of the few detectives that actually did your job, so you snuck back in under the lie of going to look for more machine parts.

When you got inside, you started looking around, noting the mass amount of “absolute solver” messages burned into the wall and also went to investigate the dead drone bodies.

It was all a blur of pain and bullets before you dived behind a wall, looking down at the gun with you bleeding oil, 15 minutes until recharge. “Damn it damn it.” you hissed, hearing running and screaming, quickly getting up to follow it.

You slid to a stop by uzi, who was pointing her railgun at multiple camera looking things. “Y/n? What are you doing here? I thought you were looking for machine parts.” Uzi glanced in between you and the eldritch horror, taking note of your hurt arm and oiled stained jacket.

“Yeah, I uh, I lied.” You replied.

“Why would you lie about going back? Are you hiding things from me?” Uzi demanded.

“No, I’m not hiding things from you, I wanted to see what was happening, scout ahead to see how dangerous it was and well..we both see how that ended.” You replied, motioning to J. “So what's with the freaky robot worm camera monster?”

“What’s with the voice, J?” Uzi asked, pointing the rail gun at her.

“Oh, J’s not here. We are trying to repair that host as per our directive.” The robotic voice spoke, showing a hologram of the decapitated J.

“So you are a program?” Uzi asked.

“That explains all the signs I saw.” You muttered.

“More like you are our cute puppets. It hurts our feelings you don’t remember us.” 

Both you and uzi looked horrified, you more so, “Mom..” You breathed, your voice barely audible. That same symbol being shared between Nori and baby Uzi. 

“N? What’s with the mom hologram?”

“Easier to assimilate than explain.”

“Not. Happening.” You spoke firmly, voice shaking from either rage or fear, stepping in front of Uzi, holding an arm out to protect her, gripping your normal gun, knowing it wouldn’t do much. 

“Fair, but poor choice. Now we will have to do something shocking.” J’s head came down and pulled out your dad.

“Whoa – hey!” Uzi charged forward, you quick on her heels.

“Goodbye, dad.” Khan ripped your dad in half, tossing his body aside like nothing, making both of you freeze as J bit into his head, oil pouring to the ground. 

The monster charged at you two, putting your body in front of Uzi to protect her, a missile coming out of nowhere and firing at the creature. 

“Wait, what?”

“Uzi, shoot!” N exclaimed, “Or give it to me!” “Give me the gun, Uzi!” You exclaimed while N fired at the creature.

“Close one. Snarl.”

“Uzi, You good?” N asked.

“No.” Her voice trembled, making your heart hurt as she gave the gun to N.

“Uzi look out!-”

“Pranked, idiot.” The solver laughed, smacking the two of you back, “You big stupid.” You both hit the wall with a grunt as the rail gun was destroyed.

“Uzi!” You yelled through a strained voice as the solver grabbed her. 

“Lucky for you, it’s snack time. Time to go into my mouth now.” 

You were cut free by N and you stumbled towards uzi, N grabbing the both of you as the rail gun exploded, luckily N’s wings protected the two of you. The hologram of your dad disappeared and a weird black ball floated away, “W-what was– which parts of that were real?” Uzi’s voice trembled.

“Breath…” You said quietly. It was hard to tell if you were saying it to her or to yourself.

Some weird crab creature jumped from the rubble ��Sneaky, sneaky. Sneaking away. Get snuck-up on.” N stabbed it, thankfully, with a collections of ‘ows’ from it before it turned into another black sphere. 

The sound of people were getting closer and n walked over, offering a hand and then tried to reach out to uzi, but you grabbed his wrist with a glare, holding an arm in front of uzi as she gasped and flinched, looking up at n fearfully and he pulled away, noting how your own hand was shaking. 

“What..are you things?”

The two of your watched as N slowly backed away and the people drew closer. 

“Uzi? Y/n?” Your father carefully called out. “What are you doing h-” He was cut off by uzi hugging him tightly, but you stood by, holding your arm as khan hugged back, motioning for the other officers to search further. 

Later at home, uzi was asleep in her room and you sat at the table with a heavy sigh, your arm patched up and jacket resting behind you. “What happened back there?” Khan asked, more like demanded.

“I’ve already told you..” You muttered, rubbing your forehead, you suddenly felt very tired. 

“It still sounds ridiculous.” Khan sighed. 

“More ridiculous than what mom was always muttering about..?” You raised your head slightly, khan looking slightly guilty at the mention of your mother. “Look, those things are inside now and uzi is going to keep looking into them, whether you want her to or not, no matter what I say or tell her to do. Are you going to help us, or keep hiding like the coward you are?” “y/n-” “That thing showed us mom, this ‘solver’ or whatever it is, knew mom and Uzi's eye has that symbol, just like mom did and it shares that resemblance to the drawings mom did. Something big is happening and you seem content in just letting it fester and ignoring it, putting me and uzi in danger.” You were agitated, getting up in his face. The silence was tense as the two of you stared at each other.

You let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing your jacket and heading to the door as you put it on, “W-wait! Where are you going?” Khan called out after you.

“I’m going to get a drink.” 

[cindol]

G-G-G-GWENDOLYN STACY 🙈 having a crush on you and miles at once (URGH SHE’S SO CUTE)

Gwen and her poly crush!

Gwen Stacy x black fem reader x miles

tw— y/n is a cutie here, fluff, poly stuff, kinda ooc gwen,

Gwen can’t pick between the sweet new girl and miles on who’s her crush, both are too cute! both y/n and miles have such nice attributes and similar personalities. Y/n being such a soft girl always dressed in white dresses with ruffles outside her spider suit and soft makeup that compliments her features. She loves how y/n was so concerned whenever miles or anyone would get hurt. She loved teasing her also, it was so easy to tease her and see how she would whine when gwen would hold something up above her head, gwen always gives in and hands her it back to see the smile back on her pretty face.

Miles was great too, how he tried to hide his sketchbook behind his back whenever gwen or y/n caught him sketching them in his sketchbook or nearly had a heart attack when gwen tried touching his figures on his shelves, god she didn’t know which one she wanted!

And luckily for gwen, miles and y/n felt the same about one another. Miles didn’t wanna come off as a scumbag for crushing on two women but he couldn’t help but crush on the two girls while sketching them side by side. And y/n admired the two heroes! She aspired to get on their level and technique being a naive spider hero herself.

The whole circling crush stopped at a halt when they all decided to stop the horsing around and try to confess their feelings one day. All of the dummies one day decide to confess at the same time coincidentally. It’s a awkward moment till y/n just purposes an idea to be a jointed couple.”wait wait! Since we all like confessed at the same time weirdly.. why don’t we all like… join into one?” It confuses miles and Gwen a bit, till gwen pieces together what she means.”like a group couple? a polyamorous couple because im down with it.”

Once miles and y/n agree yeah that’s it

Poly!gwen and miles hcs coming soon/J

[queer-devil]

Drdt Incorrect Quotes

Warning: A lot of these are probably ooc but I was just having fun so yeah

All of these were made using quotes from https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, my favorite quote generator

Whit, barging in: Syphilis! 
Charles: 
Whit: 
Charles: Pardon?

David: Thank you all for coming. 
Xander, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. 
David: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck David Task Force". 
Teruko: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

Levi: Ace is mad at me, and I'm not sure why. 
Hu: Okay, did you talk before he got upset? 
Levi: ...yes? 
Hu: That's probably it.

Veronika: We all have our demons. 
Veronika, grabbing Arturo: This one’s mine.

Ace: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! 
Charles: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. 
Ace: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? 
Charles: Somehow that's worse.

Whit: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds? 
Charles: Yes? 
Whit: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days. 
Charles: Fuck. 
Whit: It's gonna be a fun week! 
Charles: I'm going to Teruko’s house. 
Whit: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

Rose: Big day today, Nico. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain? 
Nico: Mustard– looks less like blood.

J: I'm going to get myself some soup. 
Veronika: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. 
J: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 
*30 seconds later* 
J, entering the room: I burned myself.

Charles: You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection. 
Teruko: *Gives him a strange look and hands them a piece of gum* 
Charles: *Thinking* Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I'll have a stick. But no no no no no, for me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

Min: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected." 
Xander: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Veronika: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. 
J: You mean glory days? 
Veronika: Ah, that too.

Veronika: Go ahead, Charles. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. 
Min: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Eden: What's worse than a heartbreak? 
Nico: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

Min: You can’t have a gun on stage! 
Veronika: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Eden: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! 
Teruko: Um...Neat. 
*later* 
Teruko, lying face down on her bed: I said "Neat," Xander. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. 
Xander, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Teruko. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when David confessed his love for me? 
Teruko: Didn't you thank him? 
Xander: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

Whit: Adulting is hard. 
Whit: How do I quit? 
Eden: Time travel!
Veronika: Die.

Charles: I feel like doing something stupid. 
Whit: I’m stupid, do me.

Veronika: Teruko, what do you have? 
Teruko: A KNIFE! 
Veronika: Okay, have fu- 
J: NO!

Veronika: Between Teruko, Arei, David, and me -- if you had to -- who would you punch? 
Eden: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. 
Veronika: David? 
Eden: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Charles: As a functional adult- 
Whit: *chuckles* 
Charles: … As a functional adult—

Eden: Where’s Veronika? 
Whit: Around. 
Eden: Around? 
Eden: You don’t have any idea, do you? 
Veronika, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

J, texting: Arei, will you please go to sleep? 
Arei, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? 
J, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! 
J, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? 
Arei, texting: I’m trying 
J, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH 
J, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

Nico: I feel awful about killing you. 
Ace: 
Nico: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Eden: Why can’t we all just get along? 
David: Because most of us are assholes, Eden.

[viilpstick]

╰┈➤ 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡: Who told to sing for someone as a way to confess how they feel for you? No, scratch that, better question… Who gave them permission to play guitar?

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt, Kamlin Al-Asim, Ace Trappola x GN! Reader (separately)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Fluff, crack, kinda cringe, headcanons + small scenarios :) (if you squeeze your eyes, there is a tiny agnst in epel’s part)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Bad english, Reader is not necessarily yuu!! A bit OOC, Barbie spoilers (? I think, it was just inspired by one scene of it), use of the word "Prince/Princess" in Kamlin's part.

this btch is the reason why I am doing this scenario 😭😭

Blame Ashton. Literally.

Alright, but seriously, he thought it was a good idea. Ashton did NOT had bad intentions on putting on this situations.

And, that man is old/j

He probably did this in his early teen years and it worked

Plus, Epel trusted him more than Vil’s advice when it comes to you (for some obvious reasons)

So, when he sees you uncomfortable face as he tries to make you think is his the most masculine man ever, he heart aches a bit, like?

“What? How… I thought they would like me in masculine way— Did I do something wrong? It can’t be, I hate to think Vil was right… They hate me, now?”

He’s overthinking! Apologize. 😡

You like Epel, but, man… Is he /srs or /j?

You’ll have to sit down and explain why you actually were uncomfortable; he’s forcing himself so much to be what he wants, that he forgets he could just be his normal self, not the ultra mega macho man, but not also Rarity from my little pony. Just… Him.

Because that’s what you like

It was the best idea Ashton had. Literally he’s so grateful he ran to him, instead of Vil. Who would make him look like a pretty princess awhile you would look like a Prince Charming. It was all set up, nothing could or should go wrong.

Taking a deep breath at the point he could feel the air whirling through his lungs, he took the guitar, a nervous smile was now forming as the confident façade was starting to fall down from his grip. It can’t happen, it just can’t. You are now here standing looking at him with a confused look waiting for his move, Epel needs to prove himself worthy.

When he starts, you cringed… Just so badly. You really like Epel, and think it’s sweet of him, but is he really just singing you “Push” by Matchbox Twenty? Thankfully, you were able to put up with it. At least the forty seconds of it, when you actually started to sweat cold. You started to check the time more than once, give a uncomfortable smile, looking around anywhere but his eyes, and it was when his fingers slip through the chords that he noticed; your uncomfortable expression.

And it may seem something he wouldn’t mind… If it was anyone else, but this is you we are talking about. He’s been crushing on you for so long. He stops playing putting down. Muttering a “Forget it,” than a “sorry”. It was when, you realized. Your mistake!

Sure, the moment was terrible. It was cringe and painful to watch. You take a deep breath and analyze, why you didn’t like that moment. Was it because of him? Definitely no. Was it because of the song? Maybe?

It took you a moment, when you realized. He wasn’t doing it for you nor him. But for his desperation for self proven of showing how strong and cool he is, Epel hates being mistaken by someone cute and pretty. He wants to be like those masculine man, those who have muscles and bodies are big.

A sigh leave your lips, as you take him by the cheek placing a sweet kiss, that trails to his mouth making him speechless. He completely looses composure as he watches you with the awe struck eyes, making you chuckle.

“I appreciate the gesture, but, next time… Put more a detail of yourself as a whole. Not just that part who wants to be something else.” A smile was placed on your face. As you reassure, behind the small letters, and choices of words, you like him for him. And honestly, that’s what matters. Maybe, the use of “just be yourself”, makes sense.”

You see that pink haired mf?

That’s the reason of why are you staring at Sebek on the couch trying to get the chord right.

For the fifty time.

You and Sebek were already dating for awhile, but usually you were the one to plan dates and take him out away from Malleus.

That’s when Lilia comes up, and says he should be more romantic with his loved one.

So, why not… Learn to play guitar, learn Matchbox Twenty lyrics of Push, take you out to hang out on Diasomnia and listen you play to him?

Good idea old man! ☝️🤓

Everytime someone passes through the Diasomnia lounge and your boyfriend is playing the lyrics (or… Trying to), you start to panic in embarrassment.

Not 100% of Sebek, you really think it’s sweet his gesture. He did put a lot of effort on memorizing a song for you and etc… But why, this song? Why??? 😭

“Sebek— I think it’s really sweet… But, it’s getting late and we don’t want you to get noise complaints—“ You try to make Sebek stop of singing and playing. But his stubbornness, was speaking WAY louder.

Sitting there quietly you waited for him get the right chord. As he gives a frustrated expression. Cursing under his breath every time he got it wrong, he even watched a video showing his to play the chord.

“Why it’s gotta to be so difficult?!” He loudly says closing his phone and putting away the guitar. Crossing his arms, refusing to look at your face. Like an angry child.

“Oh, you were doing great.” You encourage, but a small part was hoping for him to not believe at you, so he would stop playing the repetitive song that would clearly play in your brain for the next twenty four hours.

“I just don’t get it! Lilia says it’s better for me start to planning things for our time alone. And then, Grim says people love music so why aren’t you liking this?” He confesses the true reason of why he is been getting the same chord wrong, over and over again. He knew what he was doing (and probably for the first he was too shy to ask you in fear of your answer).

You simply chuckle. True, you may or may not exactly be liking the choice of song, since it didn’t matched you nor him. But, were you in any way uncomfortable with him? Never. You take his hand and warmth feeling rushes through his body looking to him on the eyes.

“Sebek, I think what Lilia meant is a date where we can hang out and you are away from Diasomnia. Grim, on the other hand, was probably thinking of slowly dancing.”

“Oh.”

As you explain you notice the realization hitting him. Good. Because, now you both look at the guitar and laugh together. It felt good that moment where only you two matter.

“But, thank you. I never had someone playing Push for me in my life.” You chuckle once again, leaning to give a peck on his lips. “And, if you want, we can plan the next date—“

“YOUNG MASTER!!” Sebek soon leaves you for Malleus who was walking by, to assist him any way.

You simply shrugs, but when you noticed his red cheeks… His reaction was purely a way to cover his shy self. You smile at the situation, taking the guitar to give you a look.

“You hold evil powers.”

No, because he did it in a Allan energy with Alladin intentions kinda of way, yk? 😰😰

It was actually sweet seeing him getting ready when…

“Kamlim, why are you playing Push?” “Isn’t that what people like?” “No?” “Oh…” There was a silence between you both as he takes a deep breath and: “I can show you the world—”

It wasn’t supposed to be in a Ken way, but when he asked for advice it was for Ace. Since, you both were close.

And instead of Ace ACTUALLY ask you for an idea, he comes up with the most random song for Kamlin to play for you

“Should we blame Kamlin?” “Or blame guitars players?” “Or should we blame Matchbox Twenty?”

No! Blame Ace! 😡

I think, Ace did not had bad intentions but he at the same time he had... I don't know

Either way, he just shrugs laugh and play another song.

Like, another day, another slay, period.

At the end was just him being innocent and not following his heart when he was going to choose a song to sing for you

Don't worry, he sings "A whole new world" for you

"A new fantastic point of view, no one to tell us no--" "--From where do you know this song?" "I don't know-- It just came to my mind." "Cool." "A whole new world!"

You both sat in his room, him on his bed and you on the floor on the blue and red carpet, you could only look at him in a endearing way, when he told you he wanted to play you a song, obviously you couldn't say no.

He sings so well, is the small touch of calmness and sweetness of his tone that could melt you in seconds. But, when he plays the first few chords your face fell into a confused one... Why the fuck. Was Kamlin. Playing Push??? It's a great song, really but, him singing it for you is just so, out of character of his "sunshine persona".

You give an awkward smile and nod trying to actually not laugh, man, his voice was beautiful. But, why Push? Who gave him that idea? His eyes were caught on you and though he takes time to understand your feelings usually, he knows something is wrong. Like, instantly he stops his tracks to calculate, were you not liking the song? Him singing? Did he got any chord incorrectly and you noticed?

"Prince/Princess? Are you okay? You didn't like it?" He looks at you with his doe eyes, but there was a worried smile after all the last thing he wants is see you not enjoying his actions, specially when is him for you.

You chuckle and smile, shaking your head. "Why are you playing Push by Matchbox twenty?" You raise your eyebrow completely confused with a signature upside down smile.

"Ace told me you would like it." He says now getting confused, you cursed under your breath. "You don't?"

"Well, I do like the song and you... But, I never thought you would play something like that, you know?" Holding your breath, you chuckle with the consuming confuse aura taking over you both.

He looks at you before smiling and laughing, as he takes to think of the situation, it was indeed not like him.

He pats the bed for you to get off the carpet, you smile sitting "Well, makes sense. So, would permit for me to sing a more... Characteristic song for you?" You raised your eyebrow yet, didn't denied, he starts play a familiar yet unfamiliar tone. Like, you have heard it before, but at the same time it was something completely new. Softly smiling upside down to him, your hand went to your legs as you heard him play.

"I can show you the world, shining, shimmering, splendid!"

Did for the meme, I think...

Honestly, Deuce and Grim were watching you both from afar with popcorn

(I hope you are ready to have lots of memes of you face trying to NOT laugh)

Kinda cringe to see him thinking he's nailing it 😭

Girlie thought he slays 💅

He tried???

We can’t defend him, it was his idea and he thought it was a good one 😞😞

Honestly, you felt like doing those “don’t laugh challenge” but when you do…

At first he pouts as he stops playing, but man is so head over heels he can’t stay mad at you, honestly

He laughs a long with you, maybe he noticed how cringe it was, maybe not, but he never felt that good

You and Ace aren't exactly together, this is your second date, there was no kiss in the first date, and you hoped for this one you would be able to press your lips against his. And from all of things, he could've planned... All the things he could planned. Him singing to you Push by Matchbox twenty? Was out of your predictions to these year on your list.

From afar you saw Deuce and Grim laughing at the situation as you sat with a desperate look on trying to contain any laughter to come out of your lips.

It pains you, it was such a cute act. But, then it's Ace and he's trying to impress. Aside that, he does play really good. Now, does he sing well? Sevens, no.

Your lips trembles, holding you breath to calm yourself down. Your smile was there but each time he looks away it turns into an upside down smile. You were sweating cold, man.

Plus, the song seemed to never end! Like, you are struggling! And Deuce and Grim laughing behind you both, trust me. It. Didn't helped your situation.

"Well, I won't do anything at ahLL-" He sighs in dissapoint when he get that note wrong... "Shit. Ha... Sorry."

He says. But, how were you... When he got a note out of tune, it was the last drop. The small slip in a normal situation would be unnoticeable, but this was a try not to laugh at Ace, level impossible. When that one note was played wrong. You couldn't contain any longer. As you almost fell behind laughing holding your tummy.

Ace looks at you with a pout, why were you laughing? He made a mistake it was not funny! Deuce and Grim on the back were now laughing even harder, if that was somehow possible? Deuce even chocked on air.

For a moment, poking fun at others was no longer entertainment. But, you couldn't stop, it was really impossible at the moment. He looks at you laughing with a small tear at the corner of your eye, the surroundings seemed to freeze. You really look beautiful, honestly, it didn't matter if your laugh was scandalous or in mute, if you putted your hand before your mouth or opened your mouth fully. He was just, like, completely at your mercy, by your mere existence.

"Sorry, Ace. It was Deuce and Grim's fault, I swear--" Your apologise fell into his deaf ears as you slowly calmed down. But, you wouldn't be able to process it correctly anything else, after he puts his hand under your chin pulling you closer to his lips, his breath tickled your upper lip as he pulls you into an endearing kiss. It took seconds for him pull away, leaving you with a blank expression awhile inside of you there were not even butterflies, just exploding fireworks in your stomach.

His laugh was what brought you back to where you were, to reality, closer to him.

"Heh... It really wasn't what we expected or first kiss to be. Don't worry in another life, I won't sing Push for you."

(A/N: When I was watching Barbie, Epel was all I could think about in that scene 😭)

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST IN OTHER MEDIA MY WORK viilpstick © copyright 2023

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok forgetting moment pt. 20 I left the note where I wrote this open and can’t rmr if I actually sent it or not so if I did please delete this LMAO

FRRR I also really enjoy the panel where he has a lot of dark shadows on his face and he’s telling nagi not to get cocky after he was like “am I really a genius?”

RIN you getting inspiration for Rin is actually kinda crazy LMAOO but omg kiyora??? Your blog is just side character paradise atp but wait I’m kinda curious what else is in line in your inbox (if it’s not a secret you’re trying to keep LOL)

Karasu Shidou new duo coming soon move over Otoya /j but they definitely match each others freak LMAOO I bet Karasu’s like “your freaky but also extraordinary so I can respect you” and shidous just “yahoo!! Karasu chan!!” LOL

Karasu IS dad material he’s just the man of all men >>>> he would totally just lift his kid up and stare at them like “damn this extraordinary kid is MINE???”

I CANT WAIT FOR KARASU ARGUING WITH THE REF LMAOOOO and the stripper king scene is too funny!! Im also very excited for the moment that Barou and Nagi accidentally head butt each other HAHAHA

No because that’s so real I used to be SOOO into jjk and now it’s just kinda…..I am glad that the rollercoaster of a really confusing story is coming to an end so the suffering can stop but oh my…really hoping gege decides to put a bit of effort in for the ending!!!

Also I saw the pictures from your other ask reply and OMGGG THEYRE GORGEOUS!!! Looks like it was sm fun too! Hope you’re feeling better now and that your doctor has a solution for your nausea symptoms!

- Karasu anon

LMAO okay so you did send this in HOWEVER tumblr didn’t notify me?? which is why i took so long to respond despite now being at home and back to my chronically online ways (albeit jet lagged and still suffering from a migraine but we up) so it’s all good that you resent it HAHAAH

that panel is so villainous but so good HDJFLSKS like he looks EVILLLL but in such a cunty way!! i love how they’ve been juxtaposing karasu and nagi as of late…not just in personality but even in looks/drawing style they’re truly such opposites that their panels together slap SO hard 😮‍💨 definitely not biased because those two are my favs nope not at all

NO THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like if an idea for NAGI (my number one my baby the loml) can give me RIN inspiration it can truly happen to anyone 😬 imagine i try writing for karasu and then all of a sudden isagi is there?? like bro fuck off why are you wiggling your way into a plot that is NOT for you 😓 AND YES KIYORA I’M SO EXCITED tbh there’s lowkey no info abt kiyora even on the wiki so it’s time for me to take mad liberties with his character 😏 which i do love doing hehehe so i’m hype!! i’m so glad to be a safe space for side character enjoyers 🙏🏻 the more obscure the better…lowkey it’s so fun to write for characters like kiyora because i can truly write whatever and it’s so hard to make him ooc because what character does he even have to be in yk 😭 any “oocness” is just me giving him depth etc etc it may make the fic outdated once more comes out on him but me personally idc + i’m always spot on so 🥱 (mostly /j although in doing one of my current requests i realized that the reader calls kaiser a dog in the instrument and now it’s been revealed that his fav animals are stray dogs so maybe i’m onto smth fr 🫣)

LMAO no secrets here!! i have a note with my current requests so i’ll just paste that here 😄 they’re in chronological order of when the req was made but i fear i am NOT completing/posting them in that order 😟

[Secret gaming buddies — hiori

Prodigies — hiori

Singing reader — karasu

Karasu anon requests (any)

Classmates/friends to lovers — nagi

Karasu anon requests pt 2 (any)

Vague prompt — karasu or zantetsu

Cherry tree pt 2 — rin

The instrument pt 2 — kaiser (abt to post this one after i respond to some asks and take a post-riding lesson shower FJSKSK)

Vague prompt — kiyora]

vague prompt just means the person requested a character and literally nothing else HAHA but also yeah…as you can see karasu nation has been busy…although there are a couple of popular characters thrown in there!! i think once i post pt2 of the instrument i’ll probably get more reqs because atm i haven’t done a req since the last part of fwtkac and since that wasn’t answering an ask (since it was multiparts) lowkey people have probably forgotten i opened reqs back up again for bllk 😭 anyways hoping to get some more of these out of the way now that i have more free time and am not busily vacationing/writing karasu’s version of bfb (still cannot believe that’s the longest bllk fic i’ve written so far 😩)

HAHAAH EXACTLY like karasu acknowledges shidou’s freak but he’s undeniably talented/not mediocre so karasu has no choice but to be gang with him…meanwhile shidou is in it for the vibes + he thinks the bullshit karasu says abt erotic left legs and whatnot is super funny so they get along very well 😭 rip tabieita but i fear i am now a ryutabi TRUTHER 🤩 jkjk but no actually i’m going to make them besties at some point even if it’s just in a smau (although the otoya + shidou duo is also hilarious so dare i say trio?? and then yukimiya can get actually normal somewhat mature friends like reo and barou 😰)

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like bro is starstruck that he somehow managed to create something so perfect 🥹 honestly he already has parenting experience (dealing with pxg) i just know he’s prepared and ready for it

OMG YES literally any and all nagi + barou interactions i’m so excited because i miss them being together so much 😭 BEST bllk duo no question i cannot wait for them to be reunited post nel (because despite what the haters say nagi is NOT going anywhere and barou is eating it up atm so safe to say he’s staying)

i agree completely…i think it’s a mix of the pacing just not being enjoyable to me weekly + everyone dying + me getting busy with irl and then becoming super into bllk as soon as i had free time that just really made me so lukewarm!! i think it’s impressive what gege has managed to create and for sure what he does well he does EXCELLENTLY so i’m not here to hate as some people have been doing however i do think the writing is not always as good as it’s hyped up to be either (cough female characters cough) and there’s def spots that make me go “hm” 😔 i’m hoping the ending is satisfying and wraps up any loose ends but we’ll see…anyways leaks tn for jjk i think so ig we can get a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen based on the chapter!!

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL OVER THERE FR like sometimes i’d just stand there and be like “wow this feels like the set of a movie” it literally just didn’t even seem real at times 😭 probably going to call the doctor at some point this week and hopefully they offer good solutions because i’m still dizzy even lying in bed at home 😓

[bkdk-and-extras]

Hi, hope your day is going good!! 💫

For the Character Ask Game...

BAKUGOU - 7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

URARAKA - 13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

MIDORIYA - 12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Tysm kiya!!! :] same to you 💜

Bakugou - 7 : Whats something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Oh. So, so much. People have amazing ideas. One I've always liked is when people grab him, shake him, and proclaim him Best Friend Material (i am people).

Not in a sense that he's especially ooc, but he just... does the little things. He gives offhanded comments about how you look like shit and whips you up something to "kill your tastebuds" before scuttling off to do his thing alone. Flops into the seat next to you when you're doing your homework So Wrong and he has to help bcuz it hurts to watch. Can and will gossip with you about that shitty person who dumped you while you do nails together and watch a movie.

He isn't the kind to coddle you or always be ready to listen to all your troubles -- emotions are Difficult and he struggles enough with his own --, but he's dependable when it counts. He doesn't have a very big social battery, but he cares. In his own way.

Uraraka - 13 : What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you if this character or you think they would use a lot?

💵 full stop /j/j

I do think she'd actually use a money symbol tho, even when she does become a pro hero, simply for the bit. I imagine her much more expressive when shes older, so i think she would eventually use 😤💅🤝😭 and similar when talking to friends/being silly, 🌸 all the flowers, and she likes to post about adventures/food while using corresponding emojis. When she hears The Tea about a friend's woes with a friend/lover/stranger, she would Definitely be "where are they lets square up 🤛🤛🤛🤛" before comforting them

Midoriya - 12 : What's a headcanon you have for this character?

What headcanons DONT i have for him he takes up all the brain space. Absolutely breaking the rules and going rapidfire fun fact happy hour

He has a little tilt to his jaw thats almost imperceptible if you aren't looking close (Katsuki Percieves) so when he talks you can see that his teeth align just a bit off

Absolutely fantastic gift-giver

His voice gets a little deeper and has more grit when he mumbles (aka Katsuki's human ASMR machine)

Just. The worst humor known to man. /pos

Not very ticklish, but absolutely a tickling menace

Very weak brain to mouth filter. Combine it with his library of cursed facts and you get him spitting out just horrendous things on the daily

He gets a lot more work done with body doubling, muttering, and fidgeting

Waits to learn someone's personal space and boundaries. Reserved with his own issues

[puppet2611]

//from 5.12.23

hey.... im going a lil cray cray over lf x a5 crossover au.. (also 8:11 bcz im a loser for oc x canon :3)(still coping over this stomache) if i dont send smth in 5 minutes shoot me im going too cray cray/j

lf already kind of has ties to a5 since the entities still being alive and just kinda moving around but not really - maybe ill age up adam and oliver to use as background characters but whos knowss

not canon or anything just a silly little thought but erm. what if all 3 were connected via religion 😁 emilio, natalia, charlotte and isabella from lf already have religious backgrounds, 8:11 practically revolves around religion and a5 entities pretending to be angels could wreck some havoc on the damned basilica teehee,,, since im too silly with char.ai most of the characters mentioned already interacted w/ 8:11 bots to kinda get an idea of how everything would play out even if it was ooc... younger emilio and amelia def actually confided in francis while everyone else was at least a bit suspicious (minus isabella but uhmmm. lore reasons) idk abt the entities since i havent rlly worked on anything but their designs but maybe ill give them different abilities and only one of them knows francis' true intentions:3c

OH YEAH idk if ill ever tell him abt it but maybee i could throw in adams ocs too since bros absolutely batshit insane over 8:11 rn. i have screenshots of him being insanely gay over a french guy btw if anyone wanted to see/j ANYWAY ehheheee maybe felix and samuel knew the martin kids at some point :33 bunch of religiously traumatized kids meeting, what could happen??? (felix and emilio both stabbed their siblings at skme point 💀) ANYWAYS i think sam and samuel would get along not just because uhh similar names but idk since were kinda split between making sam a bitch or actually nice... oh and i never drew sam or amelia properly yet whoops a5 exploded my mind

btw abt the entity mfs id like to think most of them usually stay in human forms except for atlas whos kinda the socially awkward one whod rather stay as an animal so no one tries to talk to him lmfao

but hes also extra so anyone at the basilica sees a fucking bear with antlers and the fur pattern of a deer and gets jumpscared (they all get used to it later and only vistors get jumpscared) OH AND ABT THE OC X CANON STUFF. not rlly shipping i just dk what else to call it but tee hee maybe isabella and vittorino have mad beef because her dad died at the basilica not soon after vitto joined so shes mad sus 😁😁 but only to be a bitch bcz she finds him utterly disgusting. her cousin allen kills him bcz he kinda was suffering anyway and she actually helped plan it loll

everytime girl comes across the stupid hoe they always glare at each other or get in a fight... usually verbal bcz natalia would go rabid if vitto tried to hit bella ykyk

oh and since im trying to align the stories together a bunch of ages r gonna have to change... idk if emilio or oliver is gonna be the older one but there is no way in hell a priest is younger than someone still in school... but then again overthinker wont stop comparing emmy to felix so ion wanna make him too close to blondies age but then again again felix is like 50 now... ill probably make emmy 36 and amelia 41 ig. klaus has too many white hairs to only be 40 anyway/hj but then adams still older than klaus.... i mean ig i could just use the excuse that he dyes his hair since he already has highlights

this is a whole mess uhm.

im unoriginal asf so emilio and jericho can bond over being people pleasers and cupioromantic but their first and only ever crush was abusive 😁😁 (<- definitely not projecting) (i lied. jericho only ever gets with elio bcz of that one time on valentines day irl) (im normal i swear)

OH WHILE IM TALKUNG ABT EMILIO. BEFORE I FORGET

bro went from snarky rude ass hoe to the most pathetic bird known to man for silliness reasons/hj

bros insanely mentally unstable, has chronic pain and heart problems, trust problems and definitely either a drinking or smoking problem. hell he can even jack both of them if he wants/j uhm. but i decided to make him less of a mary sue with all the language stuff n shit. idk if i ever mentioned it but who cares its my channel grr/j anyways instead lf the grocery list of languages he can speak, he can only speak english, greek, and belarusian 👍 also asl but idk if youd count that as smth he can speak

still torturing his pathetic ahh but anywayss abt that one tobias/future emilio art. the snake he has was originally gonna be named mobius for his symbolism stuff (and a hi3 ref/silly) but maybee i might rename the snake fang or michael as in adams late husband because uhmmm. what if adam was like a father figure to him when they met and he at some point got him a snake 👍👍 (he wouldve gotten a rabbit but uhm. vitto symbolism. and bro is traumatized from the vittorino ais..)

that is all for neow bcz i need to go take medicine 😭

[spooki-ghoztzz]

( i have an itch to scratch cuz my brain has been filled of silly little yandere William ideas so here i am throwing them down in paragraphs/all that good stuff but tbh i may have went a bit crazy while writing this- )

( TW : Manipulation,gaslighting,murder,all the juicy stuff for yandere tropes- )

William wanted you for himself but he knew better than to just kill Henry. People would get suspicious,point the finger at him and ruin his plans for keeping you for himself. He just had to drag you away from him,make you not trust him and finally leave him so he can keep you like some pet. It started,he told you lies about how Henry was seeing other people and bad mouthing about you..how could he be so believable for the type of man he is,why DID you believe him is the real question. You left Henry after a whole five months you finally let Henry out of your life and guess who you ran to,William. He was the only man or thing you could trust now,you could cry and hold him close as he comforted you. His plan worked,you were dependent on him now for comfort all he has to do is stick it in that brain of yours you’ll be his.

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( this specific one is a male reader- ) 

“Just say you love me,that’s all i want y/n.”William spoke softly as he stared into your eyes,holding a blade close to your throat to the point where it hurt even if it wasn’t cutting your skin. “Why would i say that about some cr-”You held back tears as he pushed the blade on your throat.”Luv,i wasn’t ASKING. It’s something called a demand.”He said with a smirk,his nails digging into your arm. “William please-”You let the tears fall,maybe if you begged..he’d stop trying to force you. “Oh quit your crying,be a fokin man! JUST SAY IT.” it went silent,of course he’d say that to you..he was one to talk about being a man. You sniffled,holding back more tears.”I love you,William J. Afton..please.” William just gave you a smile and placed the blade down.”Good boy..now let me untie you,that’s all i asked of you.”He gave you such a sweet smile,god..he makes you sick.

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( totally not inspired by a dumb lil song called ‘ the red means i love you ‘ but a weird ass twist in a sense? dunno just semi based off the song and for sure ooc- )

“It’s what’s inside that counts,y/n! plus look at you..”William said in a soft tone as he stared at the blade that was stabbed into your waist. You held back sobs as he tried to move away from him but the sharp pains in your side stopped you from doing so. Why the hell would he even go as far as killing your family and making you WATCH. “You look so pretty in red..might make you wear it at our wedding.”He said as he stepped closer,jabbing his heel into your stomach causing you to cough up a bit of blood.”Will-” You watched as he got down on the ground next you only to give you such a gentle kiss on the lips,as he pulled away he licked his lips to remove any blood.”Could say all this i’m doing for you means i love you..”He muttered as he suddenly tugged the knife out,watching the blood gush out.”But let’s hope you don’t die from losing too much blood..”

[primalsouls]

healing kisses

aether x gn! reader

⚠️ : none

theme : fluff

note: first canon character x reader insert fic lol. i don't really normally write stuffs like this because i always feel ill make the characters too ooc... but hope this one do well. still got a few fic ideas in mind for aether and a couple of other characters. :) thank you for reading! <3

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After finishing the fourth commission of the day, Aether and Paimon made their way back to Mondstadt to collect their rewards from the Guild and visit a friend for another reward, a tasty one the two hoped. The journey to the entrance of the windy city was short, for the last commission happened to be just around the corner, somewhat a few yards away from the bridge. Just a few hilichurls and mitachurls in a camp that needed to be clear off. It is no surprise the young man managed to get hurt, not severely as he thought but some of the wounds did made him wince with every step he took.

"Paimon hopes [Y/N] could make us some delicious snacks! their cooking skill is amazing!" Paimo said excitedly, earning a look from the blonde outlander. "What? It's true! Your cooking skills comes in second place!" Paimon added and it earned her a light chuckle from Aether as he shook his head.

"[Y/N] does make a perfect Sticky Honey Roast." The traveler commented as the pair walked the brigde, trying to be as mindful as they could for Timmie's birds while they passed by him. Paimon nodded with a hungry look on her eyes, mouth already wettering at the thought of the dish. With her small hands pounding the air in an impatient manner and a frown on her face, she turned to Aether with a pout added in.

"C'mon! Let's hurry up! Paimon can't wait no more!" Paimon exclaimed, already floating ahead towards the gate where the two Knights of Favonius stood guarded on each side. Aether let out another laugh before he took off from his walking pace, an apology being thrown over to Timmie for disrupting the birds once again. He raced behind the floating figure he jokingly called Emergency Food, his own heart beating with anticipation to see his good friend [Y/N], ignoring the amount of sharp pains his body received with each hurried step. Aether waved at the guards before stepping within the city walls. Paimon glared lightly as the traveler as she watched him reached the Guild's stand, a tiny foot tapping the air rapidly, her hands on each side of her waist. "C'mon, c'mon! Paimon's stomachs is getting grumpy!" Paimon told him, hands thrown up in the air to further push her point. Aether rose a brow at the mention of stomachs, still wondering about their conversation of what was weirder from a long ago.

"Okay, okay... Why don't you go wait by [Y/N]'s place and I'll meet you there?" Aether proposed as he turned to Katherine and gave her a quick smile and greetings. He didn't have to wait for Paimon's response as she already disappear from his sight. Sighing tiredly, he looked at the young man, his smile still in place. "Katherine, hello. I'm finished with today's commissions." He said, patiently waiting for the rewards Katherine was about to bring out.

Paimon flew a bit around Mondstadt, grinning widely as [Y/N]'s house came into view. She quickly headed to the front of the house. Paimon looked around for the [color]-haired individual, spotting them nowhere outside their home. Appearing in front of the door, Paimon knocked on the surface as loud as she could, stopping when it flew opened. The grin widen at the sight of her and the traveler's friend.

"[Y/N]! Hi! Paimon's happy you're home!" The floating being said with a bright smile. [Y/N] chuckled at Paimon. Their eyes scanned around the area, standing aside to let her in.

"Hey there, Paimon? Where's Aether?" They asked, closing the door behind themselves. Paimon explained Aether's whereabouts, following [Y/N] to the kitchen where a few plates of snacks where already prepared. "Ah, then it shouldn't take him long to get here." They said with a shrug. Paimon nodded, her eyes shined with glee at the delicious snacks she could smell from her place.

"Yup! And it seem you already got us ready with the goodies! It's like you knew we were coming! What are you? What's that power?" Paimon rambled as she grabbed a Mondstadt Hash Brown from one of the plates. [Y/N] shook his head with a giggle escaping past his lips.

"I just had a hunch you two would stop by. Guess I was right." They replied, blinking when another knock sounded from the door. He walked out of the kitchen, letting Paimon enjoyed the snacks. When he reached the door, another knock came through. Already with the person in mind, [Y/N] opened the door, their smile growing on their face when they saw Aether... slouching slightly with a pained look on his face. Their eyes finally took in Aether's state, eyes widening a bit. "Aether! Oh my Archons, what happened?" They asked as he helped them in. Aether waved his hand dismissively, chuckling a bit.

"Tis nothing but a scratch." The blonde man said with a shrug. Paimon poker her head out of the kitchen, wondering what was all the commotion about. She raised a brow at Aether's arm swing over the other's shoulders, looking like he was in pained. She rose a brow, her head tilted to the side.

"Scratch? It's more than a scratch! You got cuts here and there. And it made look like a small gash, but it is still more than a scratch." [Y/N] frowned, sitting Aether down on the couch. "Stay here, I'll go some stuffs to bandage you up." With no reply, [Y/N] headed to their bathroom, a small yet concern frown on their face. Once [Y/N] was out of sight and earshot, Paimon flew over to Aether.

"What are you doing? You're not that hurt!" Paimon said, her hands on her waist. Aether hushed at her, looking behind him to make sure [Y/N] didn't hear them speak.

"I know, I know... but... I like it when [Y/N] take cares of me... Their touches are so soft and gentle." Aether whispered, smiling longigly at the thought of [Y/N]'s hands brushing up against his skin. Paimon gave him a look before putting the pieces together.

"Oooh~! Someone's got a crush!" Paimon exclaimed as she floated around Aether who waved his hands to quiet down but it was a bit late, [Y/N]'s footsteps could already be heard.

"Who has a crush on who?" They asked, their head cocking to one side as they rounded the couch to seat in front of the outlander on the coffee table. Aether's cheeks were tained in a rosy color, clearing his throat as he and Paimon exchanged looks.

Paimon shrugged, shaking her head as she tried to come up with an excuse. Aether only scratched the back of his head, looking around to stop their friend from looking at the small blush on his cheeks.

"Um... J-Jean! Jean has a... uh, cru-crush on Master Diluc!" Paimon stuttered out and glanced back at the traveler. "R-right, Aether!?" Aether nodded eagerly, wanting to skip the topic already. [Y/N] rose a brow at the false gossip, nodding slowly as they opened the wooded med kit sat in their lap.

"Jean crushing on Master Diluc? Really?" [Y/N] muttered in disbelief, not believing the two but let it slide. Paimon and Aether only nodded, watching [Y/N] take out a roll of bandage. Paimon let the two alone, feeling more hungry than ever. As the two sat in silence, Aether's eyes studied the [hair color] Anemo user. He studied how gentle they tried to be with his wounds, mindful to not press to hard to cause him the wince in pain. It brought a small smile to the traveler's face, the blush he thought was long gone reappeared faintly across his cheeks. He let out a whine when alcohol was rub the last wound, alerting [Y/N]. "Oh, I'm sorry! You're okay?" They asked softly, [eye color] eyes locking with golden-yellow eyes. It took the blonde a minute to respond, having to be lost in their eyes. "Aether?"

Snapping out of it, said man nodder quickly, looking away to hide his ever-growing blush.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm okay. It j-just took me off guard." He said, giving [Y/N] an awkward smile. The individual chuckled as they finished up wrapping the wound, bringing Aether's arm out and closer to their personal space. Their soft lips pressed a light kiss on top of the bandaged area. Such gesture made Aether's heart run a mile over and over. He was sure the blush gotten redder and up to the point of his ears. "W-what?" He stuttered, unsure how to react. Part of him was taken aback by the gesture, the other part panicked as many thoughts ran through his head about the meaning of the gesture.

"My mom used to kiss all my cuts away whenever I get hurt. Said a kiss heals any wounds." [Y/N] explained, smiling fondly at the memories that crossed their mind. Without thinking, Aether pointed at his lips.

"You forgot this wound then." He stated out without a second thought. The words caught [Y/N] off guard, their own cheeks dusted with the same rosy blush that matched almost woth Aether. Their eyes widen in surprise. Aether even caught on into his own words, immediately stuttering out an apology as he tried to come up with a different excuse, but before any words were let out, he felt a pair of smooth hands cup his cheeks and pulled him closer, his lips meeting up with [Y/N]'s in a quick yet sweet kiss. Pulling away, both of them had their blush reddened like a Jueyun Chili all over their face.

"Well, t-there you go... All healed up." [Y/N] started off, eyes casted down at their hands. Aether, now filled up with a bit more confidence, took [Y/N]'s hands in his own.

"I don't think they're healed. They still hurt." To 'prove' his point, he guided the other's hand and lightly tap their fingertips against his lip, acting out a wince of pain. [Y/N] let out a genuine laugh, shaking their head at the outlander's tactics. Aether joined in, their bands still in his, intertwined together.

Paimon sighed as she finished off the last plate, blinking when she heard laughter coming from the living room. Peaking her head out, she grinned widely at the view of Aether and [Y/N] smiling lovingly at each other, chuckling here and there about the traveler's little tactic to get another kiss on the lips from the Anemo wielder. It was about time for the two of them to get together, afterall.

...

..

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"So, was it you who has a crush on me?"

"... Yeah..."

"Heh, such a cutie."

[into-crazy]

tender

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader drabble

Summary: You're self-conscious about the smallness of your breasts. J's there to assure you that he adores them and you regardless.

Warnings- Cursing, insecure reader, self-conscious thoughts & talk, comfort, intimate touches, fluff(J style?), ages 18+

This is quite a little self-indulgent piece (what's new??) Might be tmi, but I'm a B cup & these are thoughts/feelings that pop up from time to time. I hope I didn't write J too ooc in this but.. A lady just really needs a bit of comfort from her J sometimes, you know?💜💚

I'd also like to give a special thanks & shout out to @ahsxual for encouraging me to post this & offering help when I needed it. Thank you darling!!💖💖

This has already been done before. Quite a few times actually, more than you'd want to acknowledge. And it leaves you with the same low feeling each time. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you think that this would somehow be different than the last times you've tried?

In front of the large mirror, you inspect your newest purchase. Which happens to be a push-up bra. You're not sure why you had thought it was a good idea to buy it, since regular bras and bralettes are your usual preferences. There was something about this one that looked promising back at the store, being it's a simple style bra with some lace detailing and a little extra padding. But now that you're here wearing it in the privacy of your bedroom, it's all just wrong.

Sure the bra helps with pushing up your boobs, making them appear larger and fuller. But that's all it really is, an illusion. A false appearance to what size they actually are. Well, now that doesn't make you feel any better. Honestly it makes you feel worse. Deceitful, like you are lying. Inevitably the truth comes out. Take it off, and your breasts remain the same. They'll always be the same. No amount of bras bought now or later will change that.

You wish you had bigger breasts.

The idea of implants had sounded appealing on a few occasions. Emphasis on few, because you'd soon scrap the concept as fast as it came and forget all about it. No matter how wonderful and tempting the visual seemed. You didn't really want to add those silicone fillers into your body. Nope, no thanks.

You just want to be able to fill up the spaces of certain tops and dresses. To have a fuller cleavage, especially when you wear low-cut shirts. To have the perfect amount to look lovely and plump in those pretty little strapless tops- it would also help with keeping the fabric in place instead of annoyingly siding downwards a lot. Which means tube tops are a hit or miss. Oh to feel amazing in a beautiful, plunging neckline dress. You've worn all of those at least once before and you'd felt nice in certain ones.

But then there were those pestering insecurities that'd find the convenience to creep up and attack you. Even when you're feeling rather confident in the moment. All it takes is one lingering glance at your chest and no other form of distraction, then there's nothing to stop the incoming negative thoughts and emotions. Flooding into your mind like a giant wave before you have the chance to secure a dam. And these thoughts can be very nasty sometimes, more relentless upon their resurface.

You felt lacking. Too small. Inadequate and unattractive.

How could J possibly find you attractive?

He doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't.

What if he truly doesn't? That can't be right, surely he does. J always made it known. Showing how much he wants and adores you. He's never presented you with a reason to feel or think otherwise. No, this was all you and your doing. All of you jumping to such hasty conclusions which you feared could be true.

Does he secretly wish there was anything different about you? Would he prefer that you had larger breasts?

You were so caught up in your own self deprecating mindset, that you failed to notice J had stepped into the room. You'd left him in the living room to watch the Gotham news segment report about him and his last job. However, once the station moved on to the next topic, he quickly grew bored and moved(without even bothering to turn off the TV) in search for you. He came in rather quietly than loud and obnoxiously. Leaning against the doorway, he watched you stand there in your bra and jeans.

How he wished he could read what was going through that pretty buzzing head yours. A lot of times he was able to given his impressive attentiveness. He had an idea of what you were thinking from simply taking in how you were looking at yourself. Seeing you frustratingly fumble with the straps of the bra while examining your own chest in such displeasure and embarrassment. Now that, he didn't like that at all. So he felt the need to step in and put a stop to it.

"Knock, knock."

The sudden sound of J's voice and a couple taps on the door pulled you out of your head. Turning to face him, you timidly cross your arms over your chest in a swift attempt to cover the ridiculous garment. "Oh, h-hey. I um, didn't realize you were standing there. Did they get through your segment already?"

J quickly noted your uneasiness through your rigid posture and slightly higher tone. Similar to a child getting caught red-handed doing something either they shouldn't be doing or don't want anyone to see them doing. In this case, it was the latter. Without turning around, he smoothly closes the door and takes a couple slow steps towards you before stopping in his tracks. "Mm, ya missed the best parts. What're you up to in here?" Licking his scars as he nods at you. Though he already knew, he asked anyway.

"My bad, I didn't mean to miss it. I was just trying on some new things I'd bought." You drop your arms down to nervously pick at your fingers. Still trying to shield your chest from his gaze.

"I see that. So what's the deal with the uh, little garment there?" He points to the bra, "looks like you're not liking it too much."

"No, not really. I don't like it at all." You shake your head with an empty laugh.

"Then why're you wearing it?"

"I don't know. Because it.. it makes my boobs look bigger." You let it slip. That wasn't something you intended to say aloud. You're just already irritated and he keeps grilling you with questions you don't want to answer.

He shakes his head at you this time with an exaggerated squint, "it what- I'm sorry? Now I better have heard that wrong doll."

"No, you heard me correctly. Please J, don't make me say it again. I don't want to talk about it. I hate this damned thing enough already and I could do with less reminders." You huff, facing back towards the mirror to continue messing with the article. Hoping that J would let this go, take it as a cue to leave the room so you could remove the thing in peace.

Wishful thinking, because he didn't walk out. Deep down you'd known better but it was worth a shot. J was ever so stubborn, and he made it his notion to stay. Especially when he can sense that something's bothering you.

Coming closer he exhales heavily, "take it off. Better yet- here, let me."

You turn to see him dig into his pant pocket and pull out a switchblade. His gloveless hand clicks the blade open, but there's a slight pause in his advance. He's giving you the chance to decline whether you want him to continue or not. J would never force you, he'd never do anything to you without your consent. Of course, there are moments he could get ahead of himself when he sets his mind to something. But he'd always make sure to ask for your okay before he actually touches you. This was a silent ask.

You drop your arms down at your sides and look up at him with a small nod. Your wordless answer. He closes the space with a single, long stride. You allow him to skillfully slide the knife below the bridge, the blunt side of the metal blade feels warm against your skin. The weapon must've been tucked away very close to his thigh for the heat to transfer that abundantly. With a flick, he expertly slices the material right through the middle. As it opens up to reveal your breasts, he retracts to put the knife away while you awkwardly wiggle out of the bra. Letting it to fall down onto to floor, leaving your arms at your sides.

J's eyes skim your bare chest before landing on your eyes. "Ahh, now there's my pretty little bunny."

Your glance falls to the floor in embarrassment. "Pretty where?"

It was muttered lowly, but that was enough to get J to huff and roll his eyes with frustration. He hastily turns you around so that you're facing the mirror with him standing directly behind you. He's strong and swift in his movements, it's easy for him to maneuver you. Though even in his harsh motions, he can be somewhat gentler when he wants to be. When he needs to be, with you. You're instantly engulfed in his warmth as his arms go to wrap around your torso. Even without the thicker layers of his trench coat, blazer and vest, he's constantly hot. Both of his large hands capture each of your breasts and he draws you against his body. His darkened eyes lock with yours through the mirror.

"Right here." He breathes lowly.

You release a quiet sigh as you try to halt the tears from building behind your eyes. Being quite stubborn yourself, you refuse to cry. Which is extremely difficult with the sight of J's hands on you. Your breasts barely take up any space in his massive palms. It's downright humiliating. You gather the voice to speak. "J.. I-I appreciate that you're trying. I really do. But, this isn't helping me feel any better. I mean, look. I don't even fill up your hands."

"So what?"

"So I'm too small!" You blurt almost immediately. "There, you want me to say it directly? Well there it is! My boobs are too small. I wish they were bigger and looked nicer."

His hands slide down from your chest to rest at your hips. "I don't see anything wrong with 'em."

"Oh come on, you don't have to lie to me J. I know they're small. I feel like I'm just not enough. I wish I had big beautiful breasts. For me, and well- for you."

J listened attentively to your confession, heard how your voice is on the brink of crying. He knew about your insecurities and that you'd get self-conscious about certain things, but he wasn't aware of how bad they could get. You'd been really good at hiding them. When brought up occasionally, they were usually brushed off as nothing. But you could only bottle the emotions up for so long.

He couldn't fully grasp onto why you felt these things. There wasn't anything wrong with you in his eyes and mind. And believe him, because he never has a problem with pointing out the many flaws he finds in other people. Although most of those things were in how those so-called "civilized" people acted and behaved, not so much in how they looked. Other than that, he didn't pay any mind nor did he give a damn. J can make an exception for you because you are the only person he cares about and even he used to know what that feeling was like. He understood that these insecurities ran deep and continued to bother you, so he deemed the least he could do was listen. As for the thought that you felt you needed to look a certain way- or have more of something- for him, well he's going to have to shut that down real quick. He doesn't want you to think or feel that way, ever.

Tongue darting out to lick his red painted lips, he ponders his next words carefully. "Well.. they ah, look nice to me." You scoff unbelievably at his response and he continues, "I'm serious, doll." His grip shifts up to your breasts again, giving them a firm yet tender squeeze as he lowers his head to breathe in your ear. "Gorgeous.. all of you.." His lips brush lightly against your lobe, helping to ease your body and mind along with his low words. "I like what you've got. There's no more or no less of ya that I could want. I know I don't exactly tell ya that a lot. It's only because I figured you already knew."

His tone might've sounded a bit awkward, but you understand he is being sincere. This is not his demeanor but the fact that he's trying means a lot to you. You place your hands over his rough ones, which are still caressing your upper half. Taking a brief moment to marvel them, holding you with the intention of never letting go. His hands are dry and in need of some lotion, his fingernails grown out a bit since the last time he trimmed them, and there's speckles of dried greasepaint on his fingers. These hands are responsible for taking many lives and could end yours just as easily. But instead, they're keeping you together. They're hands you've become all familiar with attached to the man who manages to surprise you with something new every day. A man you wouldn't have any other way.

"Yeah, I know," you sigh, "and I'm sorry for snapping. It's just.. I guess I can't see what you do. I don't get what it is you find so beautiful or desirable about me. I take a long look at myself sometimes, and I don't feel the least bit attractive." You retort back to playing it off with a laugh.

J hums, leisurely shifting your combined weight between each of your legs. He won't fall for nor will he tolerate that front and unacceptable comment about yourself. "Is that so? Well that simply won't do. Looks like I oughta change that-" Suddenly he twirls you around to face him entirely. Pulling you flush against him, he growls, "right now." A grin stretches across his scarred cheeks as you release a fit of giggles. Finally, one of his favorite sounds and a sweet, real smile to accompany.

"Really?" You grab his shoulders to steady your footing, gazing up at him adoringly. Only J can tower over and peer at you with that ceaselessly menacing look in his eyes and still manage to make you feel completely safe and secure. It's not strange. You don't question it anymore. The curiosity of that notion stopped a while ago. Now you bask in the comfort it brings.

"Mhm, come here." He purrs tugging you backwards towards the bed. "I want ya in my lap facing me. You've got all my time today sweets."

Shyly complying, you happily let him guide you to your shared bed to do as he pleased. Which involved lots of appreciative caresses, enamored stares, lingering touches, deep kisses, and affectionate love bites. He made sure to give special attention to your breasts. Worshipping them with any and every type of touch he could provide. Those touches only got more firmer- rougher- as time progressed. When it came to intimacy, J couldn’t stay lenient for a long period of time, it wasn’t in his manner. Nonetheless, you appreciated all of his affections the same. Not a lot was said and there really didn't have to be. He'd gotten his point across to you.

J was always a man of action, he spoke more truth with his body than with words. It's in the way he'd touch and look at you which spoke so much. Occasionally, he chose to indulge you with words. Though it was never anything remotely gushy and touchy-feely like- expressing any profound feelings or direct proclamations of love- as that wasn't him. However you understood him through what ever language he chose to communicate to you with. Through those elaborate languages could you find the confessions he didn't speak aloud. You'd understand, for they were there only for you.

This was supposed to be a drabble, oops. I don't know what happened😅

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hi! You often give alot of insight into anons like this and your my fave CM blog so that's why I'm here! So I'm finishing up the last seasons (and lord it is hard to get through) and they just introduced Max and I cannot stand her. She was just so rude and it felt like she had 2 different personalities the entire time she was on screen. And I worried that this meant I was like hating women because I don't like other female characters like Maeve, JJ, Hailey, and Seaver. But then I started thinking and I honestly think it's cause these Characters are women poorly written by men. But then I wondered how they created likeable Characters like Emily, Kristy, Blake, Tara, and Penelope (leaving out others like Savannah because they're under developed in my opinion) I don't know what's the difference in the writing for these Characters or of there isn't any at all and I'm just being hateful in a way. What are your thoughts?

Ah, I think about this a lot. Thank you for thinking I’m interesting enough to answer this, also!

I think you’ve really hit the nail on the head with the writers doing a poor job at most of their female characters. However, I think it’s possible (and very common in this fandom) for people to dislike any character Spencer showed an interest in, which is also problematic and rooted in internalized misogyny. To me, it all comes down to why you dislike the characters.

(A LOT More Below - Bit of a Rant)

The first step I took when reflecting to see if this was my problem was rewatching and seeing which female characters I loved. Along with the ones you listed, I also found a number of side characters I greatly enjoyed, including Lila, Austin, Dr. Linda Kamura (from Amplification, the anthrax episode), Einstein, Megan Kane, and a few other random case characters. So, right off the bat I found multiple characters who Spencer showed an affinity for. I also greatly enjoyed Cat’s character, although I found her to be underdeveloped in canon (Fanon has done a good job, IMO) and often contradictory in her character design.

If you didn’t like any of these women, and your reason is related purely to Spencer’s reactions to them, chances are you might be suffering from a bit of jealousy rather than improper character design - not that you need to like them all (or the ones that I like), but because they are all very different. You should, theoretically, find something to enjoy about at least one of them.

But the CM Writers have a TERRIBLE habit of writing women that are easy to hate.

There’s a bunch of controversy I see over Haley Hotchner, but the truth is that they wrote her to be hated. That was her sole purpose. Her character’s decisions were poorly thought out and she was shown to be malicious 80% of the time. This was intentional. She was written to personify the trope of the nagging housewife. If you dislike her, you have done nothing but follow the narrative.

That being said, you should also criticize why they wrote her this way. Because it didn’t make any sense. She married a prosecutor - a dangerous, time consuming job. She had Jack when she knew he was with the BAU. Why did she randomly change her tune? Why did she suddenly demand he gives up on his dreams that she was fully aware of for years? I’d argue they wrote it like this to further the narrative of “the wife who traps you with a child to force you to do what she wants” which is garbage writing. I wish people could look at the potential she had if they hadn’t written her like... that.

Maeve, I find, is problematic on multiple aspects and I’ve talked about it before. Her narrative was poorly thought out because as soon as they pitched the idea of a long-term love interest for Spencer, everyone (most notably Gubler) rejected it. They didn’t think it was necessary for his character, who already had a lot going on with the ignored plot lines of his drug addiction and mother.

There were multiple problems associated with her character that were never addressed. The fact she essentially just took advantage of a patient because she was bored, she seemed to “correct” his interests and show annoyance when he disagreed with her, she lied about having a fiance, she was shown to be considering breaking up with him... there’s a lot.

Her character is poorly written. It had a lot of potential, but they just kind of stopped caring once they decided to kill her off. She had more faults shown on screen than redeeming qualities. For many, they liked her because they see there was a potential that we’ll never see (fair). But for people like me, we interpret it as a idealized fantasy of what could have (but probably wouldn’t have) been, which is not healthy for Spencer.

JJ is an interesting character because you can feel the constant struggle between AJ Cook and the writers. They really sabotaged JJ at every step of the way. I’ll be honest and say that I think there are some reasons to hate JJ, but they aren’t the reasons I see most often. Almost all of the JJ hate I see is surrounding the idea that JJ is an evil, manipulative, jealous bitch. But.. she’s not. Even in Truth or Dare, when she pulls that asshole move that was wildly OOC for JJ (in my opinion), she isn’t shown to be jealous or cruel about it.

I think she’s the most likely target for people who’s hatred is driven from jealousy or disliking conventionally attractive women and assuming them to be bitchy by nature of looking “beautiful.” I think Lila Archer* also falls into this category.

But as I said, JJ was also written with a lot of flaws. I think it’s fair if you don’t like her character or the way she treats Spencer, but I also hope that you similarly criticize the whole team in the same way, and don’t just pity Spencer because he is smol uwu babie who needs protection.

(* Yet another reminder that I ask everyone to not message me about J Depp or Amber Heard. Reactive Abuse is an extreme trigger for me and I will block you if you try to get me to talk about it)

Seaver got a lot of hate based off one line of dialogue. I think it was a bad line. If they had left it out, there would be essentially no reason in my mind to dislike Seaver. I used to dislike her a lot, but the more I rewatch the show, the less she bothers me. She was just a young student who wanted to learn about her father/herself. She was MASSIVELY underdeveloped because they kicked her off just as quickly as they invited her in.

NO character was developed that quickly. Her scenes were a bit cringey and the plotlines were bad, and her character was mediocre. I don’t think she deserves the hate she gets. She is a lukewarm character.

I hate everything Max’s character represents. She was introduced to show that Spencer could be trained to be “normal” and it’s anti-autistic bullshit. She had no personality besides “I hate my low-brow job as a teacher and couldn’t be fucked to change it until a man told me I was smart.” She was cracking high-school-clique jokes while her family was about to be murdered. She immediately abandoned said family to make out with her boyfriend who just admitted to enjoying kissing the woman who tried to murder her family.

Her character makes absolutely zero sense. I do not understand how she is so liked. I really don’t (other than the fact that RLC is absolutely wonderful).

If they had left her character out, I think we would have been better off for it. We could have seen Spencer wrestle with defining himself by the women in his life and learning to love himself (without just replacing those women with... another... woman...)

That being said, those who cling to Max for hope of a happy ending for Spencer... I felt that. Fanon and fanfic can solve all character deficiencies. I believe in you.

So, yeah. I’d say if you’re worried about why you dislike women characters, you’re probably on the right path. I’d just reflect on why you dislike the characters you do and whether they are written as misogynistic stereotypes. It makes complete sense to reject characters written for the purpose of making you hate them, but we should all pour one out for the brilliant actresses that had characters with so much potential if not for men ruining it.

[milkiijustwrites]

Have i spoken to you yet? I'm having such bad memory lately 😭 anyways could i get Hajime and nagito with a male S/o who's the ultimate Hypnotist, And during a Class trial Monokuma exposes S/o for not only being a <blood relative/Sibling> of Junko herself. But Being Junko's Right-hand man While willing using his talent to spreading despair across the world. But the thing is, is that when S/o is confront during the class trial, instead of begging for forgiveness, he Laughs and start talking about the wonders of despair, Exactly like how Nagito would for hope.

Despair s/o

A/N: wow... I can't with this plot, this is so amazing- how do you even think of this???/rh , I don't know if I can write well on this one, but I'll try!!!

#headcanons

Characters: + hajime hinata + Nagito komaeda

Warnings: +ooc + bff relationship + short +bad at writting ;-; + he/him s/o

Hajime hinata

He can't believe his ears-

S/o ? The s/o he knew to be Junko's right hand man and spreads despair causing the world sinking into despair...?

Hajime immediately tries to rebute monokuma , telling him his wrong with no evidence whatsoever, because he truly believes, that the s/o he knew, definetly wouldn't do that

Unfortunately he's wrong, when s/o starts to laugh vigorously, he knew he was wrong, but still he doesn't want to believe it

Just when s/o is talking about how amazing and wonderful despair is, hajime cut his sentence , while shouting at him.

" S/o! Can you hear me? You have no idea what you're saying! Please, get a hold on your self!!"

S/o would just give hajime a look where he starts to hold back his laugh, but at last, he laugh it off .

" no..." Hajime thought

His sadness immediately turn into anger, while he starts yelling s/o, asking him to stop acting , he truly could not believe that s/o is doing stuffs for junko.

S/o would then let out a grin while stating how beautiful hajime's despair is, then let out a wide smile

That's it, hajime's done, he went up to him and hold on to his collar while he tries to lift him up

You can see anger through his staring eyes, and also, some tears.

But this only make s/o more excited

That's why hajime realised, he's just being immature , that's all, he don't expect real friendship from this place at the first place

I'm sure for the rest of the trial, including the execution, he would just stay silent, even if anyone cues him, he would just state out words perfunctorily

Nagito Komaeda

Hahahah... You're joking right?

Komaeda thought, letting out a soft laugh but immediately change his expression before you know it

Capable on spreading all the despair, he wouldn't, ... But maybe he would? But due to his understanding towards s/o , he wouldn't do that kind of stuffs

Well, that's what he thought, the truth had already been staying in front of him, he was okay at first, since he didn't expect any good things at all

But when it comes to him nagging about despair, he just couldn't handle it

Despair, better and more beautiful that hope? No, what is he even saying?

" I'm gonna refute that statement, s/o. I'm sorry but your attitude makes me feel that you're nothing but a trash like me."

Finally he stated out with a very furious tone.

He's sad and furious at the same time

His best friend that spends time with him during this bad situation was actually the despair itself, and all his respect for him flies away like dust

He shouldn't have befriended him, now he wouldn't feel so hurtful saying bad words to him, he's just a petty trash, but why couldn't he tell at him any further?

" oh... Nagito, when you say how beautiful hope is at the first trial, j couldn't help but let out a sigh, you don't understand the feeling of unknown about despair!"

S/o grinned, while stating out words no one can understand

Nagito would really love to refute back, but , it's s/o the one s who's speaking, he couldn't do it, calling him a trash once again...

He held back his anger and just let out a laugh, pouting out :" I don't understand"

Then he would just stay silent the rest of the trial, quite odd...

I don't know if it's good or not! Sorry if it's bad tho! Hope you enjoy ^^

Re-blog and likes are appreciated!! 🥛

[crystalstar8]

Eye of the Sky

Ch. 2

Pairing: Namjoon x oc

Genre: heist au, action

word count: 1,791

warnings: action, violence, gun violence, car chases, car crashes, swearing, blood probably

notes: heist au, action, adventure, crime, enemies to lovers, ooc namjoon, because he has his license lol

Summary: Ten years ago, Namjoon's father was killed by his best friend and partner in crime, A man who now goes by the name Hawthorne. Now, Namjoon wants to get into the family business in order to avenge his father's death. After finding the man who killed his father, Namjoon builds a team and creates an elaborate plan to finally take the man down.

But will they be able to get through Hawthorne's state-of-the-art security system? And will they succeed with a mysterious assassin chasing them? Let's just say, it's a good thing Namjoon's team members keep surprising him with useful skills.

@mozy-j  @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @daechwitad-2

In the top floor penthouse in downtown Seoul, Taehyung stood in his walk-in closet, tying his tie in front of the floor length mirror. He checked the time. Five minutes before he had to leave. A text from his driver let him know that his ride was downstairs. After pulling his jacket on and checking himself one last time, he left his penthouse and made his way downstairs.

               The drive was quiet. Taehyung appreciated his early morning drives to the museum; it was a moment of peace before getting to work.

               His museum was his pride and joy. The building was all white marble, Grecian in design with a massive atrium dome in the center of the roof. He built it himself, without his father’s help. Not that his father would have helped him even if he were alive. His father was killed when Taehyung was a teenager, but the man was never very present in Taehyung’s life. He was almost always overseas on business, a business Taehyung was now in charge of.

               Taehyung never minded. He loved what he did. The thrill of it was almost as great as the wealth that came with it. The only thing he wished was different was the fame. He was the owner of the biggest private museum in Korea, not to mention the youngest, and with that title came press. He passed a billboard on the way to his museum, his own face looking down at the expressway.

               Stealing famous art and priceless artifacts would definitely be easier if his face wasn’t on every Louis Vuitton cologne and Rolex advertisement.

               His museum came into view and he was pleased to see he already had a line outside, waiting for the doors to open. There was a new exhibit opening today, and he was just as excited about it as the people waiting along the sidewalk.

               Once he was in his office, his assistant came in with a frazzled look on her face.

               “Sir, there’s a big problem,” she said.

               Taehyung took a deep breath before saying, “What’s wrong?”

               “One of our tour guides called in, he said he came down with something,” she said, frantically riffling through the disorganized mess of papers in her arms. “Which leaves us with only five guides. We’re going to be overloaded. There’s going to be children running around like monkeys, putting their filthy hands on the new exhibit-“

               Taehyung grabbed his assistant’s shoulders and fought against the smile threatening to come out. This was just like her, panicking every time something small didn’t go according to plan.

               “I will take his place,” Taehyung said.

               “But, sir…”

               “It’s my exhibit after all,” said Taehyung. “Who better than me to give the tour?”

               “Are you sure? People will recognize you,” she said. “Your most recent photoshoot for Hyundai is currently trending on Twitter. You’ll distract from the exhibit.”

               “I am sure,” said Taehyung. “I don’t think I’ll be a distraction.”

               His assistant gave him a skeptical and not at all placated look as she left his office.

               The museum doors were finally open and visitors were pouring in. The crowd was split up into six different tour groups, and Taehyung began his speech throughout the new exhibit. Quite a few eyes were glued to him rather than the exhibit, but he paid them no mind.

               A few tours later and something caught Taehyung’s eye through the crowd. He stuttered in the middle of his speech and stared wide eyed at the visitors waiting for him at the entrance.

               “Everyone, if you would please pardon me for a moment,” he said. “Please be responsible and follow the signs through the exhibit. Another guide will find you in a moment.”

               Taehyung pulled his earpiece and microphone off and pushed through the crowd of visitors. He made it to the front doors of the museum and stopped in front of two men, his smile dropping.

               “What are you doing here?” Taehyung whispered.

               Jin smiled and said, “What, we’re not allowed to visit an old friend?”

               “I’m working,” said Taehyung. “You can’t bring this here-“

               “Meet with us tonight,” said Namjoon. He handed Taehyung a slip of paper. Taehyung took it and slipped it into his inside coat pocket without tearing his eyes from them.

               “I will speak with you later,” he said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was in the middle of a tour.”

               Taehyung backed away from them and then made his way back to his tour group.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

               “How do you know he’ll actually show up?” Jin asked as they drove back to Namjoon’s apartment.

               “He will,” said Namjoon. “He lives for this kind of thing. Literally. He does jobs like this for a living.”

               “I thought his museum was honest now,” said Jin. “Doesn’t he do modelling now too?”

               “Oh, sure. His museum is honest alright,” said Namjoon. He took the turn into his parking garage. “If by honest you mean every single piece on display there was stolen one way or another.”

               “Doesn’t he buy or…” Jin began.

               “Sometimes. But most of the time, he acquires them himself,” Namjoon said as he parked the car. Jin’s Mercedes was parked beside them.

               “I’m glad we have him on our side then,” said Jin. They sat in silence for a while before Jin said, “Well, I will see you later tonight. Tell your mother I say hello.”

               “I will,” said Namjoon. Jin opened the passenger door and stepped out, getting right into his own car beside them. Namjoon waited a few minutes after Jin drove off before leaving the parking garage himself.

               The prison loomed over Namjoon as he stood in front of it, leaning against his car. He didn’t have to wait long before he saw his mother step out of the double doors. He smiled as they met in the middle. His mom wrapped her arms around him and held him in a crushing hug.

               “My son,” she said, her voice wobbly. “My beautiful son. Look at you.”

               She pulled back and held his shoulders.

               “You’re so handsome,” she said. “I mean, you’ve always been handsome, but there was that weird awkward phase you had-“

               Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes as she burst out laughing.

               “I missed you, mom,” he said.

               “I missed you too.”

               They got into the car and Namjoon began the drive back home.

               “How’s your sister?” his mom asked.

               “She graduated yesterday,” said Namjoon. “She wants to be a school teacher.”

               “Good. I knew she’d be successful,” his mom said. “She’s a smart girl. You both are. How are you? What have you been doing with your life?”

               “I work for a tech company in Seoul but I’m planning on leaving them soon,” said Namjoon. “I have a lot of work to do for my new job. Jin says hi, by the way.”

               His mother narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized him. “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

               “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Namjoon, keeping his eyes on the road.

               “Well, I suppose it’s none of my business, as long you keep me out of it,” she said. “Whatever you’re up to, you know I won’t stop you. I just want you to be careful.”

               “I will,” said Namjoon. They drove in silence for a while before he said, “I’m taking us out for dinner tomorrow to celebrate Geongmin’s graduation.”

               “I can’t wait to see her. Why didn’t she come with you today?”

               “She’s busy with interviews today,” said Namjoon. He chuckled at his mother’s shocked face. “I know, she doesn’t waste any time, right?”

               “Good for her,” his mom said.

               After getting home and helping his mother settle into her new apartment he had bought for her next door, Namjoon spent some time getting ready for his own meeting. Jin arrived early, then Taehyung shortly after. Namjoon served them drinks and then sat with them around his dining table.

               “So, tell us the plan,” said Jin.

“Hawthorne’s collection is underground,” said Namjoon. “Behind a safe door that only opens with a password and thumbprint.”

               “How are we going to get Hawthorne’s thumbprint?” asked Jin.

               “We won’t,” said Namjoon. “Because that’s not the print we need. The only thumbprint that will open the door belongs to his son, Laurel Hawthorne. Laurel is the heir to the entire collection.”

               “Ah! Laurel Hawthorne!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I’ve worked with him in the past. Not a fan.”

               “You’re going to have to meet with him one last time to get the prints,” said Namjoon. “We’ll set up a meeting with him, where you’ll fake a sale. We’ll have someone hiding nearby with a tranquilizer gun. Once we take him out, you’ll nab his prints and we’ll be out of there.”

               “This sounds dangerous,” said Jin.

               “Inside the collection room is where the real trouble begins,” Namjoon continued. “Hawthorne uses a state-of-the-art technology to protect his collection. The security system inside uses gaseous detection. Once the door is opened, the room fills with a harmless gas. If there’s any kind of movement behind the barricades of the artifacts, another gas is released into the air, turning it toxic. From there, the person inside the chamber will only have a few minutes before dying. Once the security system is neutralized, and the cameras are placed in a loop, we’ll be able to just go in and take what we want. We’ll obviously replace everything with fakes, especially the Sky’s Eye, the item we need to leave with.”

               “Ah, the Sky’s Eye,” said Taehyung. “I had a feeling the necklace was what this was about. But I thought only one man has been in possession of the Sky’s Eye for ten years.”

               “You are correct,” said Jin. “Hawthorne is the very same man.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened as he made the connection.

“Hawthorne is Montgomery,” he whispered. “So, this job isn’t just for the necklace.”

“We’ll do all of this on the day of Hawthorne’s party, while he’s distracted,” said Namjoon. “We just need to find a way to get an invitation.”

               “Yes, that will be difficult,” said Jin.

               “Do you know anyone who’s going?” Namjoon asked Jin.

               “I might,” he said.

               “Do you think it’s someone you might be able to go with as their date?” asked Namjoon.

               “Oh, trust me. I would die to be this man’s date. He is the most handsome man in the world, after all,” said Jin. Namjoon narrowed his eyes. Jin burst into laughter, slapping his knee and pulling an envelope from the pocket inside his jacket.

               “You had an invitation all this time?” asked Taehyung.

               “Of course!” said Jin, laughing and slapping his knee. Namjoon shook his head but couldn’t help a fond smile from pulling at his lips.