#pairing: goro + raven

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HAPPY NEW YEAR @dread-red-queen ! I come bearing a gift for you, courtesy of @cp77nyexchange !

I LOVED learning about Raven, and I adore any ship involving Goro... so of course I had a blast writing this. I hope you enjoy it too!

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[NEOCITIES MIRROR]

Chilling air was the first sign of the new season to come. Then it was the subtle browning of the greenery scattered about the vast city streets; leaves curling but not yet falling. As time passed, they did; floated to the concrete below and found themselves either squashed by passersby, or lifted by the drag winds of vehicles to be lifted and floated to who knew where. Advertisements began to feature all the tell-tale shifts: subtle changes in color scheme, annual jingles that surfaced a wide breadth of emotions from those (un)fortunate enough to hear, and eventually steep–albeit manufactured–markdowns. Those Kiroshis you’ve been working your ass off tooth and nail to afford? Well, they’re the same price now, but allegedly they were almost triple just last month! Surely the blow to your wallet would be worth it now, right?

To some, it was. To others, such as Raven and Goro, not so much.

The thing about Raven and Goro was that they knew the insider tricks; what was and wasn’t a scam tickling that humane nostalgia for interconnectedness. That didn’t mean neither of them would spoil one another with gifts; quite the contrary. It simply meant the gifts shared between the two Arasaka retirees were more personable. There was weight to the decisions–a measurement of pro and con as they determined what would really be worth the symbolism of their love for one another. And quickly as these exchanges came, a new ritual emerged. 

It started, quite frankly, on Christmas day. 

The reduced visits to Arasaka HQ, though they have been declining over the years regardless since the events surrounding V, the Relic, and Saburo’s death and “reincarnation” (Goro still could not shake the chills the truth of the Relic program had brought him, if he were honest). Phone calls ceasing earlier in the day. Goro spent much more time home and found himself just as occupied as he would have been elsewhere–shifting through fabrics and making notes wherever he could find the spare space. Raven knew it all too well at this point: it was time for the New Year preparations. 

Trips to the markets were more calculated–not that they weren’t prior, but there was an emphasis on meal planning much further in advance than usual. Lists were created, and the t’s were crossed whilst i’s were dotted. The pair would find themselves shopping in more mom-and-pop shops, purchasing intricately handcrafted decorations and chatting about which accents would compliment their home’s theme. Would the vibrant jade-tones compliment the warmth? Should they opt for darker or brighter reds in contrast? Or what about shimmering silvers to shake things up? Regardless of the pick, it was followed by days’ worth of cleaning. Every nook and cranny of the decadent interior was polished to perfection as a way to pay respects to the upcoming New Year; to the home’s inhabitants, too. Removing the dust and debris that’d accumulated throughout the year would welcome in a renowned energy–show that nothing could hold them back as their future lay ahead. Again, much like the gift giving, this was not something solely done through this singular act. The dedication that the married couple put into their relationship was astronomical. The care they put into attending to one another’s needs was wholesome in its own right. Every low was met with a tender grace; a gentle understanding and furthering encouragement to power through it.

On the 28th–a mere three days after Christmas–Goro and Raven found themselves spending most of the day in the kitchen. Decadent meals consisting of kuromame, kazunoko, and kobumaki were planned and prepared, portioned out and set to last because, as Goro put it, "The New Year is meant to be peaceful". Tradition was much more intricate than that, of course, but the intent behind it was the same. Whilst Goro saw it practically–hard work would pay off and give them time to simply enjoy the transitory period with one another–many others saw it more figuratively. To these individuals, the reasoning was equally simple: Toshigami should not be disturbed by the loud clanking and crashing of kitchen cutlery. It would be a rude way to welcome the deity–or any guest, really–into the home. Plus, many traditional shops would close for similar reasons. This angle hardly mattered in the grand scheme of Night City’s operation, so if they happened to not cook enough, the pair could always simply shop around as usual. Still, it was a habit; a personal comfort to know things are well attended.

And they were well attended.

Between the cleaning sprees and cooking courses, Goro dedicated himself to Raven. Downtime was spent spread across various activities: Napping lazily in the living room, warming up beneath the sheets as the winter chill seeped through the heated home, engaging in hobbies and finding themselves speculating on the future that lay ahead. . .

It was peaceful as the evening, even amidst the thunderous fireworks that illuminated the advert-littered sky. Four souls stood on the balcony: Goro, Raven, Oda, and V; with the latter pair being enthusiastically invited over to partake in the celebrations while they were still in the city. For once, the neon lighting in the sky didn’t feel so oppressive; even as its targeted glow bled through the organic flashes of sparkles and smoke. Idle chatter was only just heard over the rhythmic booming, the chilled air filled with warm laughter and ecstatic conversation. Multi-colored lenses found themselves slowly drawn to the distance, watching as a flickering timer finally replaced the scrolling testimonials about why NiCola(™) was the drink of the New Year. A new sense of anticipation filled the air.

10…

Gentle fingers caressed another’s.

9…

The subtle brushing of shoulders.

8…

Sneaky glances of acknowledgment.

7…

Affirmation.

6…

Gentle caresses.

5…

One foot before the other.

4…

Arms tenderly wrapping around the other’s torso.

3…

Longing gazes.

2…

“I love you, Goro.”

1…

“I love you too, Raven. More than words could ever describe.” And as the symphony of celebrations began again, the two locked lips and embraced one another. Even if the world around them collapsed into flames, the start to their New Year was more than enough to fill their souls with joy.

[loverboy-cc]

True That Love in Withdrawal (Was The Weeping of Me)

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. In hindsight, he’d been set up. Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

Hiiiii I spent so long on this lmao, if u want to read it on ao3 here it is!

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Akiren

Tags: Porn With Plot, Anal, Aphrodisiacs, Bets & Wagers, Light Orgasm Delay/Denial, Semi-Public Sex

WC: 3.8k :D

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. 

That lack of patience, or maybe a lack of foresight, currently has him hunched over his desk. Aggressively fisting his drooling and painfully hard cock.

In hindsight, he’d been set up.

Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

“Goro.”

“Yes, Ren?”

Beautiful steel gray eyes he’s found himself adoring more and more, much to his own behest and a sweet, gentle smile. 

“I have an idea, and a prize for you if you’ll hear me out.”

Hook, line, and fucking sinker. Goro had stepped eagerly into the trap Ren laid out for him in the comfortable warmth of Leblanc. Lured in by the mere concept of a prize, because a prize means there’s competition. And Goro was keen on winning against Ren for once in his sad, shitty life.

Even then, when Ren actually explained his idea Goro was given the option to deny it. Given the… unstable nature of their current relationship. With Goro still reeling from his failure to execute the raven haired man that had been standing across from him, and said man ignoring the protests of literally a dozen people to seek him out. He should’ve walked away, or at least said no.

Coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand, and that wasn’t about to change now.

He gasped and bit back a frankly pathetic whimper, technically he’d already lost. But Ren wouldn’t know that, he could chase his own satisfaction here and still get his prize.

“I’m going to put an aphrodisiac in your coffee and if you can last until you get off work I will do literally whatever you want.”

“I beg your pardon?”

They had barely been within 6 feet of each other since the incident. Goro had a hell of a time getting Ren's gray matter out of his uniform, and is still fighting to rid himself of the mental image of his lover’s rival's dead eyes looking up at him as his blood pooled around him on the cold metal table. Which made touching the object of his terror difficult, especially since a not insignificant part of him was convinced he was hallucinating and touching Ren would make him dissipate like it did every other hallucination of his.

“When you say anything, do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I accept your little challenge.”

The casual way Ren stated the idea should’ve been his first warning, and the sheer mirth that painted Ren's expression when he agreed should’ve been his second.

He leaned back and sighed, this clearly wasn’t going anywhere useful and his dick is starting to hurt in a much more unpleasant way than the dull ache of being unbearably horny.

He didn’t have a plan for what he was going to get Ren to do.

…

He’s spectacular at lying to people, years of being the detective prince taught him well. Lying to himself was a much more daunting task, and one that he rarely succeeded in.

He has plenty of things he had planned on asking Ren to do when he won. Ranging from licking his shoes and apologizing like the pathetic attic trash he is, all the way to pushing him against the bar in Leblanc and-

He hissed indignantly and forced himself to sit on his hands. He was not about to actually lose to Ren, nor acknowledge that for the first time this afternoon he’d been getting off properly. All because in his mind's eye the hands on him were Rens and not his own.

Loki cackled, the low scratchy noise filling his ears as the god taunted him. Mocking him with how 30 full minutes of jerking off did nothing but frustrate him, but mere seconds after he imagined Ren touching him he was teetering on the edge.

He could, theoretically, text Ren.

Was it still a loss if Ren- Yes.

God he hated himself, but he desperately needed to get some work done and in his current state that wasn’t an option. Explaining himself was also off the table based on how his voice evaded him whenever he tried to speak.

So, in a jarringly out of character moment of weakness, he closed his eyes and thought of Ren.

He came almost immediately, catching the majority in a napkin before tossing it into the little black trash can under his desk. Considering the bin for a moment before burying the object of his embarrassment a bit further into the paper, more so he doesn’t have to see it and be reminded of all of this than someone questioning why there was a particularly sticky napkin in his trash.

He realized a moment later that he is still extraordinarily hard, and that getting off didn’t help with his current situation. It arguably made it worse if he was honest with himself.

His attention snaps to his phone, the quiet buzz taunting him with possibilities. It could be Sae asking him about work, it could be Shido with a new list of names.

It could be Ren.

He hoped in no small part that it was the latter of the three, because then at least he has an excuse to talk to the man.

Ren: u doing ok?

Thank god. 

Goro: I’m doing perfectly fine, I’ve actually been able to get quite a bit of work done. Goro: I do hope you don’t value your dignity, I plan on taking full advantage of my prize.

The thought of taking Ren's dignity stirs a new warmth inside of him, the idea of taking the great and powerful leader of the Phantom Thieves down a notch or 10 stirring up a much more feral desire for the beautiful man.

Ren: Oh? Well I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned ;)

Cocky bastard, he much more eagerly palms at his arousal this time. Goro will enjoy wiping that stupid, smug, unbelievably hot smirk off his face-

The knock at his door sends him reeling and the weight of what he’s doing crashes down onto him as he hurriedly stuffs his dick back into his pants before shakily saying

“Yes? What do you need?” His voice wavers and he prays he doesn’t look as disheveled as he feels. Sae steps into his office wearing a frustrated expression that morphs quickly into concern at his state.

“I came to discuss another mental shutdown case, are you alright? No one has heard from you today and you’re flushed.”

Shit- fuck- oh dear god-

“Ah my apologies Sae-san, I’ve got a bit of a cold. I didn’t expect it to affect me this much.”

He takes on his princely persona with practiced ease, feigning his apology all too well.

“If that’s the case please go home and rest, I can take over for you today.”

It takes him every ounce of willpower not to cheer. 

“I appreciate it Sae-san, next time we get sushi let me cover it as thanks alright?”

She nods and removes herself from his office, and he’s never left the station faster in his life. The train ride to Yongen-Jaya feels endless and a small part of him prays that Ren is there and not busy, after all it is 3pm on a Sunday.

Doubt settles in his mind, what if he was busy? Goro wasn’t sure if he could physically handle not immediately leaping into the arms of the man already, the thought of Ren's body pressed against his own being a feeling he misses far more than he’d ever admit. But having got the blessing of Sae letting him leave early only to be forced to wait anyway? 

The thought doesn’t get the opportunity to linger as he steps off the train, only to come face to face with the man who’d been invading his mind all afternoon.

“Good timing, I was going to come see you.”

Goro ignores the way his heart leaps.

“Oh? What for?”

He does his best to keep his princely mask up, but it’s always harder when it’s Ren, and with the memories of his fantasies still all too fresh in his mind it’s difficult to look the man in the eye.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, you clearly were lying when you texted me.”

“Ah… I suppose you’ve caught me.”

The proud little smirk on Ren's face doesn’t go unnoticed, and Goro raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I didn’t actually know if you’d been lying, I had a hunch you had because it’s you , but thank you for confirming it.”

Goro doesn’t really have time to reply before Ren takes his hand and drags him away. The single point of contact somehow sets his entire body on fire as Ren pulls him along. Had he been able to pay attention he would’ve recognized the path to Leblanc, but his entire focus was pinned on the firm grip Ren held on him, the warmth of his flesh managing to seep through his gloves. What he wouldn’t give to feel those hand on-

The soft jingle of the bells on the door of cafe Leblanc ripped him from his thoughts, with Sojiro nowhere to be found.

It would settle into his head much later that Ren had planned this too, but for now all he could feel was the soft lips on his and the fire under his skin as he pulled Ren closer, long past the point of no return. Something deep inside him wanted to run, to abandon this entire day and curl up in bed with featherman reruns until he could haul himself back onto his feet and into work.

That idea was thoroughly squashed when Ren pushed him against the door, the entrance bells jingling lightly as they collided again. Goro let himself grind against Ren, melting into the low growl it ripped from his chest. There’s little he wouldn’t do in this moment to get more out of Ren, more noises, more touch, anything Ren could give him he’d take with open arms.

He doesn’t need to wait long. 

Ren breaks the kiss and Goro finds himself chasing his lips, craving the touch, but all Ren does is smirk and grab his tie. Dragging him up the stairs into the attic as he spoke.

“I heard from a little birdie that you lost and didn’t plan on telling me. I knew you feel the need to win every game you play but I didn’t expect the noble detective prince to stoop to cheating.”

His title hits him like a slap in the face and he valiantly fights the urge to fall for the bait, the suddenness of the words shocking him into a moment of clarity. Ren wanted him to react, it’s the only time he called him that.

Goro is on a losing streak today.

“A little bird? So you had Sakura-chan do your dirty work for you, how pathetic.” The words fly out of his mouth with a harsh sneer and the glee that paints Ren's face makes Goro a special kind of nervous. He steels his crimson gaze and prays to any deity that will listen that he didn’t just obliterate his chance to get closer to the Phantom Thieves infamous leader.

“I may have, but you’re the one who gave her something to find.” 

He’s not sure when he landed on Ren's bed, nor when the lithe man made himself comfortable between his thighs, but he was aware of it now. With Ren kissing him harshly, aggressive and open mouthed kisses that made their teeth click together. While large deft hands worked his uniform off, confident like he’d done it a million times over.

The pang of jealousy at the idea of Ren sleeping with anyone but him is added to the ever growing pile of feelings he’s ignoring. Choosing instead to run his fingers through curly black locks and pulling . The motion forced a low groan out of Ren and a harsh bite on his bottom lip as he finally got Goro’s pants off.

Had his mind been clearer he probably would’ve made some snide comment about Ren's staring. Or at least had the shame to close his legs, but he didn’t. Goro basked eagerly in the undivided attention of the mastermind currently unbuttoning his jacket and kissing him stupid.

Once his jacket was off Ren's attention shifted from his lips to his chest, humming as he bit a series of marks into the supple skin of his chest. One hand firmly on Goro’s hip and the other sliding lazily up and down his side. 

God, he was needy. His nude body splayed out on Ren's futon, eager for whatever he had planned.

What he didn’t expect was for Ren to shift, pulling Goro’s hips to the edge of his makeshift bed and settling to his knees on the floor between Goro’s thighs. For a brief, horrifying moment, Ren dropped all physical contact with Goro. The brunettes mind reeling with what that meant for him in his current position, unsure of where his clothes are and agonizingly horny.

Ren's tongue pressed firmly against his hole made him jolt, but unpleasantly cold hands on his thighs held him down and prevented his sharp movement from interrupting Ren's eager licking. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and Goro found his  body arching into every lap of his tongue. At some point the raven haired man’s fingers replaced his tongue and Ren moved back up to face him, peppering soft kisses on skin as he made his way back to Goro’s lips. 

It was no surprise to him that Ren was amazing with his hands. He’d never admit it, but during their heist in Sae’s palace he had spent a not insignificant amount of time watching the man play with his dagger, twirling the blade effortlessly between hands clad in fiery red gloves. Even more time spent alone in his apartment with his hand shoved between his thighs, desperate for Ren's hands to replace his own.

Having them was everything he had hoped it to be, lithe strong hands more befitting a musician than a thief. Pushing and stretching in all the best ways, little gold stars dancing in Goro’s vision as Ren moved his hands, carefully working him open and preparing him for something more.

Goro reveled in the feeling of Ren's skin against his own. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling Ren down to be flush against him, whining as he pushed his hips up, eager to finally be fucked in the way he’d been craving since before he’d entered the cafe this morning.

The realization that he’d been desperate for Ren even before the aphrodisiac rattled in his brain as Ren pulled away, removing his fingers from Goro and retrieving a bottle of lube left on the floor that Goro had been too lost in the feeling of Ren's hands to notice. 

Goro’s body accepted Ren like that’s what it was made to do. While the awkward angle of his hips would make him sore eventually, for now he didn’t care. Clinging to Ren as he bottomed out, hips pressed flush against his own Goro just about sobbed. He had been waiting for this consciously since 8 this morning, and subconsciously for as long as he’d known Ren. It was everything he had hoped it to be, Ren was so warm against him and in him, the raven haired man despite not being physically larger swallowed him whole and at the moment he was living for it.

Ren’s voice, gently asking if he was okay and saying something about how he’d gone quiet lulled him out of his thoughts, Goro nodded eagerly and pulled Ren close again, gasping at how the movement shifted them and somehow pushed Ren even deeper into him. Goro was barely able to whine out a confirmation, his voice thoroughly lost to him. The feeble noise drawing a low chuckle out of Ren as he began to rock his hips gently against Goro’s, the movement was overwhelmingly good yet still somehow not enough. The last shreds of his pride forcing Goro’s mouth shut, not allowing him to start begging immediately. Sure he’s been practically drooling over the idea of Ren’s dick being anywhere near him for the past 7 or so hours, but Ren didn’t need to know that.

His unconscious whining told Ren of his desperation though, and with a saccharine smile Ren picked up his pace, savoring each honeyed moan and whine that bubbled out of Goro’s chest. His dull nails left behind faint red stripes in the skin of Ren's shoulders as Goro fell further into it all, sweet noises morphing into desperate pleas for more as Ren pulled him apart at the seams. Said raven haired man making a point of keeping his own voice down so he could fully enjoy Goro’s sounds and the sharp slap of his thighs on the other mans as it echoed through the attic.

Goro’s mind swam, maybe it was whatever that shit Ren put in his coffee, maybe it was his own desperation. But between Ren’s harsh thrusts and the heady groans that kept falling from his lips it was hard not to wail and cling to Ren. He really didn’t want to seem like some kind of slut but god he was living for Ren’s attention and everything in his body screamed for more. He so badly wanted Ren to be more aggressive, the restraint was obvious in his gentle but quick movements paired with a bruisingly tight grip on his hips.

Before he was fully conscious of the thought the words fell from Goro’s lips, his voice low and harsh. Hoarse from moaning he hadn’t realized he’d been doing.

“For the love of god if you don’t fuck me harder I’m going to push you off me and do it myself.”

The silence was palpable as Ren stopped dead, the heaving of his chest being the only remaining motion.

Shit.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize Ren shifted, looking up at him through sweat slicked bangs, his expression completely flat as he searched Goro’s eyes. The always stunning crimson eyes peering back at him through sticky strands of ashy brown hair clouded with lust and somewhere, deep inside them, something much sweeter.

After a moment of silence Ren smiled, though it was more characteristically akin to Joker’s smirk, the pointed smile given only to formidable opponents he was about to destroy with terrifying ease. The idea of Ren destroying him made Goro’s face warm in a strange sort of way that he wasn’t entirely sure could be attributed to the fact that Ren was in fact still balls deep in him and grinning like a madman.

“Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?”

Goro didn’t say anything, he just nodded and ran his fingers through Ren's hair, pulling him closer and hoping to himself that it would be enough confirmation that Ren would finally start moving again. As much as he loved the feeling of cockwarming Ren he was beyond desperate and had finally let go of his last bits of his pride.

Based on how Ren sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder, the answer is yes, that was in fact confirmation enough, adjusting his grip on Goro’s hips before sliding back. Leaving him with only the flushed head of his cock pressed inside him, before snapping his hips forward. Ripping a strangled gasp from Goro as Ren set a pace harsh enough to bruise. Goro’s gasps morphed quickly into broken wailing as he eagerly accepted Ren’s violent thrusts, the haze filling his mind dissipating only to be replaced with a visceral need for more.

So, he begged. Barely lucid and sobbing into Ren’s shoulder he screeched out another plea for more, Ren only replying by biting down harder as he railed Goro into the futon. Goro came almost embarrassingly quickly after that, biting his hand in an attempt to stifle the sharp cry of the raven haired man’s name as he painted his chest and belly with streaks of white, though Ren didn’t slow down at all. Fucking Goro into oversensitivity quickly as his screaming evolved into incoherent babbling as Ren used him mercilessly.

The time from then until when Ren emptied himself into Goro was a blur to Goro, with him being thoroughly overstimulated and beyond exhausted he barely registered that Ren was still going until he felt Ren let go of his shoulder and instead dug his teeth into the soft skin of Goro’s neck as his hips stuttered. 

–

The sheer terror of waking up to the smell of curry was not exactly something he had anticipated. His apartment rarely smelt of anything other than cleaning products, so the pleasantly savory smell of sauteed vegetables and spices was jarring to begin with. But upon shooting out of bed only to find himself in leblanc the horror was multiplied tenfold, with his clothes nor his phone anywhere to be found he couldn’t reasonably leave the futon he was sat on, on the off chance the sun was down because it was the evening and leblanc was still open enough to keep him sat on the edge of the futon, wrapped tightly in Ren’s single dusty blanket.

A few minutes of unpleasant silence later Ren made his way up the stairs, a generous plate of curry in one hand, and Goro’s uniform folded neatly in his other.

“You passed out right after you came so I made you some food… Oh and your uniform was covered in dust so I tossed it in the wash.”

Ren smiled sweetly, the act made Goro want to die. Not only did he lose, he now had Ren doting on him like an eager wife and he was enjoying it a lot.

“I suppose that’s the least you could do for me after being so aggressive with me that I literally passed out.” Goro replied with his usual sneer, though it was clear that it was half-assed. Carefully accepting both the plate of food, and his clothing, Ren loomed for a moment after handing him his things. 

“Do you-” Ren cut him off by placing a chaste kiss on Goro’s forehead, before turning on a dime, and in an uncharacteristic moment of cowardice, literally sprinting down the stairs, audibly tripping as he reached the bottom.

If he had any say in the matter Goro would never be seen in Leblanc ever again.

Alas, coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand.

[adakechi]

my wife of the church of christ of latter day saints @suchagallabitch tagged me in this eons ago but i just set up my pc aaaaa

Your Name: Rin !

Your First Fandom(s): I guess it's technically Sonic The Hedgehog

How did you first get into fandom? I had a YouTube account where me and a bunch of other sonic people posted our sonic recolors and we RP'd them on deviantart

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? Since 4th grade so uhhh 14 years ish?

How often do you read fanfics? It depends on how deep in the sauce I'm in so rn maybe 1 or 2 a day? If they're short.

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Bo-Katan, Din Djarin, The Armorer. But if we mean like Star Wars as a whole, Anakin Skywalker, Cal Kestis, and Armitage Hux. For Degrassi atm it's Campbell Saunders, Miles Hollingsworth III, and Maya Matlin.

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? unfortunately

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! I-I um uh um I draw a lot, all the time so.

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: Din Djarin is a sex god i have no idea why this entire fandom thinks he's a virgin; this does not include ace!din but in fics where he is sex posi WHY IS HE ALWAYS A VIRGIN??? MANS EXCRETES SEX. HE IS A DOM. DIN DJARIN PLEASE RAIL ME.

You're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? I would never willingly put someone through Degrassi, but if I want people to like Star Wars I just say watch the OG trilogy, ignore the fanbase, and go from there lol.

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Exhausting but I've met some cool people so it's pretty worth it

Tag #2

name: rinrin

age: 24

Where in the world are you? Illinois

The meaning behind your UR: tohru adachi + goro akechi = adakechi. campbellssaunders feels self explanatory.

Your second favourite color: teal blue i guess

any pets? well my cat of 16 years george died a few weeks ago and as they say, a bitch is "going thru it rn", but ive still got my bearded dragon akechi.

favourite season? Winter or Fall. So cold. Love.

Last thing you read: I'm reading the third book in the raven cycle series.

Last song you listened to: style - taylor swift (lol)

What are you wearing right now? an ASU tank top and a pair of Jay's shorts bc I do not have my own atm lol

A hobby of yours: art, playing music, rock climbing, hiking, biking, fighting games, writing (sometimes), horror stuff

and finally, what are you up to today? answering mails, applying for jobs, and sweating to death

As always, do these if u want!

[kingspuppet]

; Verse || The Raven King and the Crow ♟️

Deep beneath a vast, barren ocean lies a sunken ship. Broken and deteriorated, it has long since been abandoned and left to peel and vanish with the unforgiving currents that surround it. The metal is rusting, covered in barnacles and burn marks from an explosion. A building, one who used to sit high and mighty, crumbles and dissolves as if it never existed. But despite all the ruin one thing is certain. A gilded cage sits where the building once was, seeming as if it had split the structure in two to make way for the golden bars that would trap life inside. Welcome to the domain of the Raven King. The Palace of long awaited freedom.

          To enter the Palace means finding a way to traverse the water in order to enter the ship. How does one go about entering, though? Perhaps you find a way of transport beneath the waves, or even having to alter the cognition to drain the water. The method of entering is unknown, but to those willing to get inside will surely figure out the way. After all, only those deemed worthy are allowed to pass.

          Once inside the ship, a grand entrance hall opens up before you. Statues are broken and eroding in the waterless space. But the smell of briny sea water is still prominent even as you traverse deeper into the maze-like depths of the ship.

          The ship is just as empty as the rest of the ocean. There’s no sign of life or Shadows anywhere. There are no cognitive beings to help guide your way as you get lost in the labyrinth of hallways and rooms even though you’re certain you should know the layout. But thankfully there is one creature to help you on your way.

          Loki stands before you in the spitting image of Goro. Black and white horns sprout from his head and small red braids twist up into a half ponytail at the back of his head. His outfit is a black and white, fitted, zebra-like suit with the jacket open and a black shirt worn beneath. He sports a pair of golden heels, almost hoof-like, as he stares down at his guests. His smile is sharp and cunning with his fangs, but what lies beneath is a serious concern for his master. He’s still very much apart of Goro’s heart, but has decided to rip himself free to aid those who wish to further themselves into the Palace –––– to find the cage. After all, who knows the way to the center of the heart but the heart themselves?

          Upon finally entering the cage, you’re met with a sight that you weren’t able to parse from the outside. The cage is teeming with life. It’s like a little kingdom with stone walkways and wooden/stone buildings. Birds can be heard chirping, and when spotted they’re only ever ravens, and every now and then a crow can be seen with bright red eyes watching your every move.

          All the cognitions look like adoring fans, praising the actions and image of the Raven King himself. They love and adore him. It’s all you can hear them rambling about as you pass by. But they’re also quite frightened of Loki, giving his image a wide berth out of fear for who he is. If it bothers Loki he certainly doesn’t show it, instead continuing to guide you towards the massive tree located at the far back of the cage.

          To reach the tree you must fight through guards. The Shadows are dark, faceless creatures that blend into the Shadows waiting to attack. They’re quick to ambush anyone that isn’t paying attention, all to protect their king. Anyone who opposes their king must be punished after all.

          Reaching the tree, it’s a massive thing. It extends up into the heavens where it’s blanketed in a thick fog. Stairs swirl up the side in a fractured, crystalline spiral staircase. You come to realize that this is the halfway point.

          A massive crowd surrounds the base of the tree. Tons of screaming and praises for their king rises into a symphony of adoration. And as you push your way through the crowd you find the source of their eagerness. There at the very base of the tree standing upon a risen platform is the Raven King himself.

          The Raven King is another spitting image of Goro. His hair is pulled back in the same fashion as Loki’s with braids tied back into a half ponytail. A fractured black and blue crown sits tilted on the left side of his head. His attire matches the crown with its black and blue hues that embody a similar style to Goro’s princely attire. Belts cross across his chest, arms, waist, and legs. He sports heeled, thigh-high boots and a cape made of raven feathers that clasps with chains across his chest. To finish off the look is a chained choker with a hefty lock sitting at the base of his throat. The image of a raven is engraved beautifully into the metal.

          You know this is only the start of this game when Loki lets out a surprised gasp, stepping forward and locking eyes with the king. The king smiles knowingly in Loki’s direction, and Loki lets out a growl before stating:

          “This isn’t you, Robin Hood.”

[deathleadsarc]

@gorokudo​ SENT: "You trying to catch yourself a cold or somethin!?" There's little pause in shimmying out of his signature snakeskin, thereafter draping the thing over her -- by comparison -- tiny shoulders. "There ya are, kissy-chan! Doncha' know winter's got its foot in the door?"

          The only purpose of stepping out the doors of her closed-off clinic and into the slowly filling streets of the city, was to make a wide sweep of the skies with her ever protuberant gaze. The winter coming quicker than expected, she had begun to fret over the large raven that had made her back garden his nest  -  in fact, she hadn't seen him for a few days, and was beginning to miss her little friend.

Though usually on the up and up, clear thinking and rational, she had neglected to don coat and boot before stepping into the oncoming slaughter of winter's air  -  hitting her exposed skin like minuscule icicles. Only a tank top and a pair of quickly thrown on shorts to shield her... instantly making her shiver the moment she’d closed the door behind her.

Then, something had caught her attention. Not the beloved little bird she had been looking for initially  -  but another, different kind of mammal she'd become attached to. She'd responded somewhat quickly, frazzled by the state of her clothes and the early morning rituals yet to be performed, but before anything else could properly said  -  Goro had cloaked her with his jacket.

It smelled awfully of his cigarettes, with just the hint of a spicy cologne. And the jacket itself was rather large and strangely comforting ; it did not even allow for her fingertips to show too much at around the wrists.  Fighting hard not to tug the jacket closer 'round the face to breathe it in a little deeper, all else she could do was apologize ( for what? ) and bow her head.

But, fighting was hard. Not looking directly at his newly exposed tattoo's seemed to prove even harder, but, she's not really the best at combat, is she?

          “  Eeeeeh? What about you, Goro-san? Don’t you need to be warmed up too? Why don’t you come inside, huh? ”

[fyeahwildfire]

Spirit Bound

Chapter 8

Summary: After your victorious battle against Goro, you face off against Shang Tsung. With you taking the victory and saving Earthrealm, Shang Tsung is forced to face his emperor in Outworld. However, for you and Raiden you do not understand why the amulet is not healed. Did you save Earthrealm fate or did you become the cause of its destruction?

Pairing: Mortal Kombat x reader; Bucky x reader; second soulmate x reader

In the middle of the night at the Wu Shi Academy, Jax and Raiden speak amongst each other as they look at Earthrealm warriors and Shaolin monks celebrating your victory.

“I do not understand why my amulet is further damaged.” Lord Raiden sighs. “He must win…Originally, I thought Liu Kang would be the victor.”

Jax casts him a side glance, “But Y/n won.”

Raiden nods as he looks down at his amulet. “Yes, she did. I do not know if her victory has saved Earthrealms fate.”

“What do you mean? Nobody coulda done what she did. She made Shang Tsung look like a chump.”

“When we first met, she told me a message from the Elder Gods. She said “The Grand Champion of Mortal Kombat shall be Earthrealms salvation or the cause of its destruction.”

“You don’t think that she could…” Jax shakes his head. He would not doubt you. You had proved to everyone that you were willing to stand up and fight.  

“Here to congratulate us on our victory, sorcerer?” Raiden keeps his head straight, while he looks among Earthrealm warriors and Shaolin.

“What? Shang Tsung?!” Jax straights up.

Raiden takes a step towards Shang Tsung, “You have been revitalized, I see. I didn’t realize your master was in the habit of rewarding failure.”

“The emperor has an offer, Raiden. A new tournament.”

“I see no reason to participate in any plan of yours.” Raiden crosses his arms.

“The emperor proposes a single tournament, to replace the current system of ten. It will be held in Outworld. If Earthrealm does not win. Outworld will absorb it. But if Earthrealm wins, Shao Kahn will abandon his claim to it forever.”

Not wanting to hear any more, Raiden turns his body to look back over the sacred grounds. “Give your emperor my regards.”

Shang Tsung smiles wickedly as he generates a large portal across the courtyard. Hundreds of Tarkatan warriors emerge out of the portal, they charge and attack both Shaolin and Earthrealm warriors.

Raiden whips around furiously and attacks Shang Tsung meanwhile Jax jumps down. He clotheslines one of the charging Tarkatans. Head butts another. Punches and knees another Tarkatan then proceeds to thrown him down to the ground and stomping on the creature. Another Tarkatan creature sneaks up and sucker punches Jax. Having the advantage the Tarkatan sends Jax sprawling and knocks him unconscious.

“He gained a momentary advantage during our kombat and escaped. I now realize what we must do.” Jax starts hearing Raiden’s voice as he comes to. Johnny Cage and Y/n kneeling over him with concern.

The academy itself is in ruins, lying on the once sacred ground are the many corpses of Shaolin and Tarkatans. Jax looks amongst his friends to see they are uninjured, however one of his friends is missing. Sonya Blade.

“Where’s Sonya?” Jax question as you try to help him up.

“Shang Tsung has taken her.” Raiden answers.

“We’ve gotta find her!” Jax exclaims.

“We must follow them!” Kung Lao closes his fist with determination.

“Shang Tsung has made it clear that Earthrealm will be under constant threat unless I agree to a new tournament.” Raiden gasps as he has another vision.

“Another vision.” Jax looks to both Raiden and you.

“Yes. I saw Liu Kang win the proposed tournament. I believe we must attend.”

Something about this didn’t sit well with you. It made no sense. “Your earlier vision, of Liu Kang’s victory over Shang Tsung did not happen.”

“What are you trying to say, kid?” Jax looks over to you.

“What if Raiden’s vision is some sort of warning from his future self. Perhaps these visions are event’s we need to change. What if we decide not to agree?”

“Hundreds will die.” Johnny stated bluntly.

You instantly remember your conversation with the Elder Gods. They had warned you about Shao Kahn planning to move his forces to take over Earth. You had asked why they hadn’t intervened, but they replied that Shao Kahn had not violated the rules of Mortal Kombat. “Invasion is not itself a transgression. It is the merger of realms that is proscribed.”

“Invasion is not itself a transgression. It is the merger of realms that is proscribed.” You whisper. “The Elder Gods told me Mortal Kombat tournaments are not intended to prevent certain outcomes, but they are intended only to maintain balance among the realms. If we accept these new terms of Shao Kahn and we win, then he will abandon his idea of claiming Earth.”

“And if we lose.” Johnny questioned.

Everyone gave him a glare that he would say such a thing, all except you. Yes, you had thought about it. If Earthrealm warriors lose than Earth would be doomed. Now the words “the Grand Champion of Mortal Kombat shall be Earthrealms salvation or the cause of its destruction” looms heavily over you.

“Earthrealm will be destroyed. But we must not let that happen!” You reply.

“Very well, hear me, Elder Gods! I accept the terms proposed by Shao Kahn!”

A light from the heavens shines down on all of you.

“We go to Outworld.”

With Raiden, Jax, and Johnny looking for Sonya and Liu Kang and Kung Lao freeing their Shaolin masters, you took the time to get information for yourself. You found yourself walking through the dark creepy forest, when you heard explosions and then the sound of a fight transpiring.

Stealthily you walked over to see, Shang Tsung with Kano who was in a middle of a fight with another opponent. Was this new opponent an ally?

“Stay down!” He told Kano. “I would have words with your associate. Tell me what you know of Sub-zero’s death.”

Emerging out of thin air is Reptile, preparing to fight the new incoming threat. Shang Tsung changes his form into Bi-han. “Despite his failure at my tournament, I’ll wager he was more powerful than you, Lin Kuei.”

“Assuming his form will not give you his skill, shapeshifter.”

“Let us see if smoke can freeze.”

The two face each other in battle, but it is clear Shang Tsung did not…could not ever replace or be Sub-Zero. With Smoke taking the victory, you watch him hover over Shang Tsung. “Now answer me! What do you know of Sub-Zero!”

Suddenly the Lin Kuei is attacked by an unseeable force.

“You have disobeyed the directive to remain at the Lin Kuei Temple.” Cyborg Sektor states harshly as he emerges.

“Sektor?”

“You will return with us to begin your transformation.”

You decide to step out of the shadows and use your telekinesis on Cyborg Sektor. “I don’t think so!”

More Cyborg Lin Kuei appeared, immediately you use your abilities to take them all down. Sektor regains himself to see you dismembering and destroying the cyber Lin Kuei, with not even a sweat on your forehead. He decides then in that moment to retreat.

Hovering over one of the cyber Lin Kuei, you begin to examine all his parts. “You alright?” You asked the man dressed in black as you take a closer inspection of the helmet.

Smoke looks amongst the bodies of cyber Lin Kuei, how could this have happened? He knew of the cyber initiative but he along with Kuai Liang could never willing submit.

Your voice had snapped him back to reality, your voice was sweet and smooth. As you hover over one of the bodies, he quickly roamed his eyes over you. Your skin looked so smooth that he wanted to reach out and touch. Your raven hair floated gently in the wind. But what took his breath away was when you looked into his eyes with concern and the way you tilted your head with confusion. From that moment on he knew he was done for. You were truly the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Clearing your throat, you decide to ask him again. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you. I am called Smoke.” He bowed to you respectfully.

Immediately you pick up on Raiden and Johnny teleporting close to the both of you.

“Well Smoke it’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/n.” You stand up and extend your hand to shake.

Immediately, he notices your soulmate tattoo on your forearm. Of course, a beautiful woman like yourself was already promised to another.

Noticing his silence, you quickly pull your arm away, when Raiden and Johnny walked up beside you.

Johnny looks at the dismembered cyber Lin Kuei. “Damn…”

Smoke immediately drops to his knees out of respect for Lord Raiden. “Lord Raiden, I am called Smoke.” He rises on his feet again and looks between the three of you. “Why are you here in Outworld?”

“To participate in a tournament to save Earthrealm.” Raiden responds. “Join us, Smoke.”

Smoke looks to you with sadness in his eyes, before looking over to Raiden. “Forgive me, but if Sektor was searching for me, he is hunting Sub-Zero as well.”

Fear spreads throughout your whole body, your other half brother was here and now he was also in danger. Immediately, you use your telepathy to get his location.

“Sub-Zero? Call me crazy with a K…but didn’t he die?” Johnny asks Raiden with confusion.

“Not Bi-Han. He speaks of Kuai Liang. The Lin Kuei Grand Master intends to turn every single member into a cyborg. My brother is in danger!” You answer and immediately take off to search for him.

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

As The World Caves In (Akechi Goro x Akira Kurusu)

Pairing - Akechi Goro x Akira Kurusu

Smut/Fluff/Angst - Lots and Lots of angst on this one I haven’t written and angst fic in a while.

Warnings - Canon typical gore/horror, and swearing

Additional Info - I edited the way the story plays out a bit and basically removed the fact that everyone knows that Akechi was going to betray them. It makes it more interesting lol.

    Akira hadn’t known many friends before being forced to move to Shibuya and do parole there. He was always very quite, but was always soaking up his surroundings like a sponge. He had his own personality most definitely, but it’s always been hidden and covered with the personality he pieces together from what he believes people will like. So getting thrust into this unknown situation that hadn't even been his fault was a very big shock to this built up personality. Not to mention being forced to make friends and relationships that would help him. Was it shallow to only make friendships he thought was beneficial to him? Sure you could say that, but in the end he actually started to depend on these people and greatly appreciated these people for helping him grow. 

    But that's enough reminiscing, the Phantom Thieves were currently in the middle of a meeting, deciding if they were ready to send the infamous calling card to Sae Nijima. Akira was used to seeing his other seven teammates and friends, but there was a newcomer who he had gotten quite close to: Goro Akechi. Akechi had been around Akira for quite some time making his first appearance when Ann Ryuji Morgana and Akira all went to the broadcasting station for a school field trip; Akira making himself known to the detective when he answered a question. Ever since then, Akechi would accidentally run into the taller raven haired boy. Each time they would run into each other it would make Akira’s heart flutter. The fans of Akechi were correct; he was incredibly charismatic and not to mention, exceptionally attractive. Whilst hiding behind his indifferent blank facial expression, he would eventually become happy to see the detective; even though he was progressively becoming more of a thorn in the sides of the Phantom Thieves.

    The group, after in depth conversation about whether or not they were ready to send the calling card, decided they should wait and send it on a specific day; per Akechi’s request. Akechi had a plan, even though most of the Phantom Thieves didn't exactly trust him, he was the best shot they had. Eventually most of them dispersed except for Yuskue, Akechi, and obviously Morgana. Akira decided to make them all coffee seeing as how Sojiro didn't really care what he did as long as he didn’t take too much coffee. They made small talk with each other before Yusuke left to go home and Morgana decided to retire to bed early, leaving Akechi and Akira in the shop alone with each other. They continued to small talk, even though Akira wasn't exactly paying attention to what was being said, he was paying attention to how Akechi looked. The way the dimly lit golden light of the café, and the almost shimmering light of the moon bouncing off of Akechi in such a pleasing way made him look so ethereal; almost like an angel sent from heaven.

    “Well, I must be going now if I want to catch the last train back to my home. I appreciate to coffee Kurusu it truly does get better every time I stop by.” Akechi said suddenly after a sudden gap of silence; a pleasant smile gracing his face. 

    “Be careful Goro, and I’ve said it before, Akira is fine.” The raven haired boy retuned the pleasant smile before taking Akechi’s empty coffee cup and going to wash it. He heard Akechi slowly gather his things, then the soft ring of the bell on the door alerting anyone inside that it has been open. After a beat the bell chimed once more and the door closed. Once Akira was done washing his dishes and putting them away, he left to lock the café door before retiring to his room to sleep.

    After that, the days leading up to the delivery of the calling card went by in what felt like seconds. Of course he spent the days hanging out with his teammates, getting closer to them giving him more benefits; though he did genuinely enjoy their company. Sadly to Akira’s misfortune though there were no signs of Akechi anywhere. He was probably getting ready still, as much as he didn't want to admit it he did miss him. His polite looking smile and the way his hair was always so soft looking and well kept. But oh well, they’ll have plenty of time to spend with each other finishing off Sae’s palace.

    And then the day was upon them, the day where Sae Nijima’s hear would be changed forever; that is as long as they were successful. They had Makoto deliver the calling card the day before, so this was it. Their only chance. Everything was going to be fine, they would do what they always did and they would be in and out of there within the day. 

    And that's how it went, there was of course a hiccup or two where they had realized that of course the shadow of Sae was cheating, but with Joker’s quick wit there were able to quickly figure out what she was doing and get past it. It difficult for Makoto to see her sister the way she was, but with everyone giving her a reassuring smiling and her subconsciously knowing that this was for the best, see was able to get through everything and talk to her sister for a moment.

    “The investigation will now be able to proceed. The suspicion against you will be lifted as well. This deal we made... was a great experience for me.” Akechi spoke gracefully after the battle had ended and Yusuke and Ryuji found Sae’s treasure. Akechi and Akira both nodded to each other, in mutual acknowledgment and respect. Akira could feel his bond growing with Akechi, this new found trust in him.

    “Alright we don’t need to stay here any longer..!” Morgana piped up, then looked at Makoto asking if she was alright. She gave a quick assured nod.

    “I am.. Let’s go.” Makoto stood from her kneeling position in front of her sister’s fallen shadow.

    “Huh?! Enemy readings! When did they...?! They’re gathering outside!” Futaba’s scan popped up in front of her as she looked through it, trying to asses what the hell was going on.

    “Look at those numbers...!” Yusuke said disbelief prevalent in his voice.

    “There are more coming?! This’ll be dangerous if we don't do something..!” The panic was visible in everyone, they knew that if they got surrounded they would be done for.

    “A group this large would be discovered immediately, so we would need to split up. Although we would need for someone to act as a decoy... No but that's too dangerous..!” Even Makoto was frantic as she desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.

    “I’ll do it.” Akira’s voice was calm, but powerful and confident. He knew what he was doing and he needed his teammates to believe in him as well.

    “Joker?! Are you seriously planning on distracting them by yourself?!”

    “Let him do it Queen, he’s quite but once he’s made up his mind he wont take no for an answer.” Ryuji knew Akira well, seeing as how he was his first friend throughout this entire process and Ryuji knew that Akira would be okay. He had to be.

    With that Ryuji handed over the brief case, and with a couple more reluctant parting words from just about everyone, he was on his way. He needed to make sure they were safe. Akira gave a theatrical performance as he distracted the guards, making sure it was flashy and everyone knew of his presence. 

    As he bobbed and weaved through guards, finally moving in the shadows he made it back to the main room. His only way out? Through the giant stained glass window. And just with this he was spotted, what better way that to make his escape with an audience of people who were trying to capture him? He jumped up on the railing and ran towards the widow.

    “See ya.” With a quick flourish, he dived out the window and landed on the ground below. But before he could even realize, hundreds of spotlights were aimed at him, and even more police officers were surrounding him. He tried to get away but as he was climbing the latter he was knocked back down with the butt of someone's gun. 

    “Didn’t expect to find some kid. You have your teammate to thank for all of this. You were sold out.” Sold out? Sold out?! How could he have been... Who would’ve-

    Akechi...

    Eventually, he woke up, back to where everything began, the interrogation room. All the questions Sae threw at him as he refused to sell his teammates out. God he hoped they at least were able to get out. Sae’s time eventually ran out and she had to leave. After her Akechi himself entered the room, and it made Akira’s stomach drop. Why did this affect him so much... Akira watched as Akechi quickly swiped the silenced gun from the police officer and shot him, making Akira flinch.

    “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Akira couldn’t help but lash out finally snapping. He had trusted Akechi so much, and of course that was probably his downfall but he couldn’t help it. Akechi was so perfect and he finally felt truly connected to him but what the fuck was this?!

    “What is wrong with me?! Tough talk coming from someone who is tied up screaming at a guy with a gun! You’re gonna regret being born. I don’t understand how you have always had it some much better than me. I trained myself day in and day out to be fucking perfect; but you who is nothing but attic scum showed up and had immediately gathered so much attention. Being worshiped by others.” Akechi swung at Akira, giving him a strong punch directly into the temple making him see stars. Akira groaned from the hit. Everything was so blurry, he didn’t know if it was because there were tears in his eyes or if it was because he just got knocked in the side of the head; probably both.

     Where did everything go wrong? Akira physically couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Akechi was his friend, wasn’t he? Why was everything so backwards now? Whilst he was in his head he hadn’t realized that he was staring at the ground while Akechi was going on and on about how much he hated him.

     “Are you even fucking listening to me?! Are you so fucking cocky that even now, as you sit before me tied up and helpless, you still think you’re better than me?!” Akechi’s voice was becoming raspier by the second as he screamed at the top of his lungs. His vocal cords straining to keep up with his howling. It sounded like the man was tearing his own vocal cords to shreds and he probably was. Akira didn’t even look up at Akechi though, just kept his eyes trained to the floor which enraged the psychotic man above him even more. He couldn’t even register what was happening before Akechi shot him in the knee.

     “Will that get your worthless attention attic trash?!” Akira’s ears were ringing, the adrenaline in his body only barely covering up the burning pain in his knee. Akira cried out, pleading Akechi to stop yet he was only met with maniacal laughter. Laughter that was ripping out of a man’s chest, tearing at his lungs and vocal cords in the process. Akechi screeched as he waved the gun around frantically, and once Akira shakily lifted his head took look at the man he once trusted with his life, Akechi thrusted the gun right between his eyes and pressed hard; throwing Akira’s head back.

     “Beg. Beg me not to blow your fucking brains out like the worthless piece of trash you are.” Akira’s eyes were blown wide open, his breath shaky while his tongue quickly darted out to anxiously wet his lips. He genuinely had to contemplate whether or not it was worth it. What if the other phantom thieves were already on their way to help him? He couldn’t lose his dignity like that. He knew he wasn’t exactly in the position to be choosing whether or not losing his dignity was worth losing his life, but for fucks sake he worked his ass off to get the respect he has now, he will not lose it.

     “Bite me.” Turns out that wasn’t the best answer. Because as soon as “me” left Akira’s mouth, a bullet entered his brain. So much for Joker’s dignity.

[eldritchlittleblackdragon]

WIP Tag Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

I was tagged by @juliannos

Considering the absolutely mind-boggling amount of WIPs, I’m probably going to just post a selection of them rather than every single one. They’re also scattered between my PC and Google Drive and in sore need of reorganizing- oof. 

Final Fantasy 15 - 

Fate and Entropy: Shameless self-indulgent retelling of Final Fantasy XV where a lot of folks who died in canon get to live this time around because my self-insert decides to use their knowledge of events to give a big middle finger to the Astrals (particularly Bahamut). Although she manages to save a few folks, she doesn’t manage to save everyone. Was planned to include a lot of fun lore building and my own version of a possible ‘Episode Lunafreya’. Intended to have Gladio/Self-Insert and Noctis/Lunafreya be the main pairings. 

Has a couple of chapters out on AO3 but I trailed off in the process of writing the next chapter.

The Heir of Rusted Gears: A fanfic that was meant to expand on Nifleheim, including adding more backstory to the Emperor and giving more of a view on the empires culture and day to day life leading up to and through the events of FFXV. It was meant to be from the perspective of an OC, Katerina Aldercapt, who is an imperial princess and child of Iedolas Aldercapt and his wife Leocadia (also an OC). She is actually the second eldest of five children, with one older sister (Leonora), two younger brothers (Iosif and Gavril), and a younger sister (Polina). She eventually becomes romantically involved with Aranea Highwind. 

Sadly never got to finishing and post the first chapter.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses - 

The Raven of Leicester: A Claude/F!OC fic. Oswald von Riegan is faced with a dilemma on who should inherit his position after he dies- either the daughter of a minor house who inexplicably has a major crest of Riegan despite no record of a relation between his house and hers, or his grandson Khalid (who goes by Claude in Fodlan). He eventually strikes a compromise and arrange for the two of them to be wed after both complete training at the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach monastery. Plays with the idea of someone with no crest originally surviving having a crest forced on them by TWSITD and what sort of consequences that might have, as well as a closer look into the Leicester Alliance and characters from the Golden Deer House in general. 

Not yet completed chapter 1 or published. 

Fire Emblem: Heroes - 

Sensible Selfishness: Seth (Sacred Stones)/F!Summoner fic I keep meaning to pick back up and never do. It was meant to have everything- slow burn, mutual pining, characters interacting who really should, an examination of Seth’s character, the summoner has a dog. What more could you ask for?

Smithing Courtesy: A Leo (Fates)/F!Summoner oneshot where the Askran royals host a party to get donations and support from Askran nobility. Leo teaches the summoner a few things about political maneuvering and the two of them enjoy a dance together. Not complete or published. 

Persona 5 -

Hearts and Hubris: A personal pet project of mine, centering around an OC, Mary Shaw. The narrative involves her developing a friendship and eventual romantic relationship with Goro Akechi. While they’re initial friendship seems like a perfectly good thing, Akechi pushes things towards romantic far more quickly than one might expect. And a few other odd interactions are missed red flags that things may not be heading in a good direction. The relationship quickly becomes destructive and abusive, and eventually the relationship ends in tatters. Another big part of the fic is her friendship with Futaba Sakura, and how they support each other in dealing with their respective traumas. 

The fic deals with heavy subject matter such as gaslighting and emotional abuse, how abuse victims can turn around and abuse others or do destructive or hurtful things themselves and draws heavily from my own personal experience of being gaslighted and emotionally abused. I made it five chapters but got stuck on Chapter 6. I’m planning a major overhaul of said chapter to try and get back on the horse. 

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All - 

A Little Selfishness Won’t Hurt: Oneshot where Lucifer and my Obey me Self-Insert Kiss for the first time. Not really much more to say about it.

Omen of the Reaper:  Oneshot. Not really more than idea at this point, but involves my Obey Me self-insert having a sort of ‘mishap’ during an attempt to use her copy of Nightmare. Instead of an aspect of one of the seven demon brothers, she instead summons an aspect of the Grim Reaper, which turns out to be an omen of Joey’s fate in the coming year. Diavolo attempts to try and devise a way to save Joey from her fate, but Barbatos tries to tell his master, without really telling him, that it may be in their best interest to let things play out as they will. 

Breaking Point: Oneshot. Lucifer and Joey get into a big argument that ends with Joey storming off and the two of them not speaking to each other for days. Eventually Lucifer is confronted with a harsh truth and a difficult choice: whether or not he may need to swallow his pride for once. 

I’m going to tag @radiantbard​ and whoever else wants to do this. 

[sterlynwrites]

July 2020 Writing Challenge

I have decided with friends to work on a small drabble/ficlet challenge for the month of June. I’m already a few days behind, but I think I can catch up pretty quickly. Here is the list of prompts: 

1. Loyalty - Kuroko No Basuke (Aomine/Kuroko)

2. Rain - Yuri on Ice (Otabek Altin / Yuri Plisetsky) 

3. Astound - Resident Evil (Albert Wesker / Chris Redfield) 

4. Luck - RWBY (Clover Ebi / Crow Branwen) 

5. Elation - Tales of Vesperia (Yuri Lowell/Flynn Scifo) 

6. Party  - Persona 5 (Goro Akechi / Akira Kurusu) 

7. Comfort - Haikyuu!! (Hajime Iwaizumi / Tooru Oikawa)

8. Weather - Red White and Royal Blue (Alex Diaz / Henry) 

9. Spicy - Axis Powers Hetalia ( Russia / America -IF YOU SQUINT- ) 

10. Full Moon - MCU (Bucky Barnes / Steve Rogers) 

11. Pancake - Final Fantasy (Ignis Scientia / Noctis Lucis Caelum) 

12. Wolf - Tales of Xilia (Gaius / Jude Mathis) 

13. Nimble - Tales of Zesteria (Sorey / Mikleo) 

14. Punk - Promare - (Galo Thymos  / Lio Fotia) 

15. Quirky - Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Byakuran / Tsuna Sawada) 

16. Riot - Foxhole Court (Andrew Minyard / Neil Josten) 

17. Suppress - Captive Prince (Damen / Laurent) 

18. Grow - Foxhole Court (Andrew / Kevin / Neil ) 

19. Lecture - Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Adult! Reborn/Tsuna Sawada) 

20. Paint - Yuri On Ice (Victor Nikiforov / Yuuri Katsuki) 

21. Delirious - Persona 5 (Akira Kurusu / Yusuke Kitagawa) 

22. Book - Assassination Classroom (Akabane Karma/Nagisa Shiota)

23. Brooch - RWBY (Oscar Pine/Ruby Rose) 

24. Leather - Dramatical Murder (Trip/Virus/Aoba)  **

25. Wicked - The Raven Cycle (Adam Parrish / Ronan Lynch) 

26. Practice - Tales of Vesperia (Schwann Oltorain / Flynn Scifo) 

27. Tall - Foxhole Court (Matt Boyd / Neil Josten) -Kind of-

28. Depress - Jojo’s Bizzarre Adventure (Jotaro Kuji/Kakyoin Noriaki)

29. Butterfly - Mystic Messenger (Saeran / MC) 

30. Love - The Song of Achilles (Achilles / Patroclus) 

31. Again  - Haikyuu!! (Tetsurou Kuroo / Kenma Kozume) 

Each prompt will be linked on here along with the fandom and pairing if applicable. :D 

** = READ THE WARNING 

[dread-red-queen]

🚫 Do Not Re-Upload/Edit My Shots/Art Without My Permission🚫

A few shots from my No Relic AU Cyberpunk 2077 Fic - Present and Future Finale.

[she-witch-inanna]

Alibi || Song Prompt

Y’all I’m back on my bullshit. Here’s another one of my Akeshu songs and the scene it inspires.

This one’s a little shorter but oh well.

Two cups of coffee stood steaming on opposite sides of the table. Between them, papers were scattered with various writings on them all. Pictures and notes scattered by two sets of hands as they tried to make sense of everything they contained.

But nobody was paying any mind to any of that.

One had pulled the other away from the table, burying his face against the jacket on tense shoulders and sliding strong, slender arms around a surprisingly slim waist. Gentle voice muffled by fabric called from one to the other to “calm down”.

A pair of gloved hands came to rest hesitantly on shoulders, trying to steady the body that was shaking. “I-...”

“No.” A firm voice, gentle and steady. “Stop. You’re panicking, Goro. Calm down. Breathe.”

Quaking fingers curled into Ren’s shirt and Goro pushed his face against his shoulder with a shake of his head. “I- I can’t-”

“Yes, you can.” Ren tightened his hold on the other, keeping his voice low and level, his breathing slow and steady. “It’s going to be alright.”

“He’s on to me, Ren.” Goro’s voice was coming out more akin to a whimper as he clung to Ren’s shoulders. “I can feel it every time he calls me.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

Goro pulled back, his maroon eyes wide and wild with panic. “Of course it matters!”

Ren shook his head, hands moving to cup Goro’s face. “No. It doesn’t. Do you know why?” He didn’t wait for Goro to respond, he simply kept talking. “Because I am not going to let him hurt you. You are safe with me. I swear it.”

Tears were starting to threaten at the corners of Goro’s eyes. “You can't promise that. He could kill us both, Ren I-”

Again, Ren shook his head, pulling Goro back against him. “I won’t let that happen.” A gentle hand ran through brown locks, trying anything to stifle the panic racing through Goro. “Calm down. He’s not onto you yet. And even if he is, he needs you. Nothing is going to happen to you. By the time he can touch you, it’s going to be too late.”

“How can you be so sure?” Goro’s voice was quiet, afraid. Ren hadn’t heard that tone since the night everything had come out between the two of them. It made him hold Goro closer.

“Because I promised you that I would protect you. I don’t break my promises, Goro.” Despite the situation, Ren found himself smiling. “We have a plan. As long as we keep to the plan, everything is going to be fine.”

Goro nodded, though how much of that was him just getting Ren to shut up was up in the air. He wrapped his arms around Ren’s shoulders and buried his face against him as if trying to suffocate the anxiety out of his chest. Ren couldn’t really blame him.

“Hey, Goro?” There wasn’t a response, but Ren continued regardless. “Stay here tonight. The trains are stopping soon, and I don’t want you wandering the city alone right now.” A soft chuckle as he added. “Plus maybe I just want you all to myself for a few hours.”

Despite his shaking, Goro managed to laugh. “You’re impossible, Ren.” He pulled away, looking over at the raven with a soft smile. “You know I have obligations to see to in the morning.”

“True,” Ren hummed, leaning his forehead against Goro’s. “But that’s a problem for tomorrow. Tonight-...” He let out a soft breath. “Tonight, just let me hold you. Sound good?”

Goro shifted slightly in his arms, tugging Ren back toward the bed where the pair flopped down in a tangle of limbs. Goro’s head found Ren’s chest and the sound he let out made it clear that he was no longer moving. It made Ren chuckle a little. “Just don’t let go.”

The quiet murmur against his chest made Ren pull him closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of Goro’s head. “Never.” He smiled against his hair. “I promised you’d never be alone again. That I’d protect you. We’re going to make it through this, Goro.”

They were both going to survive this. Ren was going to make sure of it.

[instabilitytm]

@justicerebelles

Goro Akechi had become quite used to whispers or looks, but he quite often did his best to be as likeable as possible. There were certain types of people that Goro didn’t take personal offense if they didn’t like him, in fact he would be glad they didn’t like him. ( Ex: Officer Gavin Reed. )

But one day as he sat at his assigned desk, tapping his pen against the desk as he read over some papers, he heard some of the other officers sharing soft words to each other.

“Why would they call in a child? What sort of work can he bring us that we can’t do? Some of us have worked here longer than he’s been alive”. Etc, etc. Perhaps if he wasn’t as exhausted, so distracted by his thoughts, longing for the company of a certain raven haired boy and the delicious coffee he made. ( No offense to Connor’s coffee, it just simply couldn’t hold a candle to LeBlanc. )

The brought two of his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, his legs bouncing under his desk. But that was when he heard Connor approach them…

        ▸       error, error : what are you doing ?      the   android   is   unable   to   comprehend   the   reasoning   behind   own   actions.   their   words   shouldn’t   matter   to   him,   it   was   not   disrupting   the   mission   so   the   words   should   matter   none   at   all.   &   yet...   he   finds   legs   moving   on   their   own,   fists   balled   as   he   approaches.   

                                                   error,   error   :   rk800,   turn   around   now.   

he   feels   his   programming   kicking   in   to   stop   himself   &   yet...   he   stops   before   the   pair   of   officers,   brows   furrowed   as   he   begins   to   speak.        “   detective   akechi   is   a   highly   intelligent   person,   &   far   more   qualified   to   be   in   this   department   than   the   both   of   you   combined.   “        words   come   out   laced   with   venom.   head   raises   very   slightly,   expression   laxing   from   the   previous   anger   that   distorted   it.        “   i   will   kindly   request   you   not   to   speak   poorly   of   the   detective.   i   will   not   be   so   kind   next   time.   “

[glassesandmasks]

“I mean, if you’re not busy, we could grab lunch together sometime?”

Fluff starter meme// Accepting

  Grey orbs fluttered curiously as the brunette waved at him idly in the train station.  It seemed the pair were going to interact more than they had originally thought, especially since their initial meeting at the television station.  Of course it was a bit daunting initially, though slowly Akira learned just how personable Akechi seemed to be.  It was almost as if he sought out the raven haired teen’s opinion on issues. 

  Canting his head to the side a bit, the teen found himself in shock at the inquiry.  If he had time?  Wasn’t Goro the one who was insanely busy between his school life and job as a detective?  Though, he had to admit, he was a bit delighted that someone new sought his company.  This also would provide a better opportunity to understand the brunette better. 

  A small smile found its way to Akira’s lips, grey orbs meeting ruby hues with an almost thoughtful gaze, “Yeah, sounds good,” he went to adjust his glasses, nodding his head in affirmation.  “Any place in mind?”

[kamvkoma]

1 fire emblem, 2 shuake, 3 Hannibal, 4 fate zero & dangan Ronpa

thanks pal :---) 

fire emblem

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: ike

Least Favorite character: god idk theres so many bad ones. ill go w oliver or w/e his name was. the guy who wanted to bad touch reyson.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): ikesoren, uhhhhh....its hard to think of more than that lmaooo. tibarn/reyson, m!corrin/niles, lucina/gerome, oh i guess raven/lucius??? that was hard lol.

Character I find most attractive: i want ike to punch me but also tbh yall i still think kaze is (eyes emoji) i mean his tiddies r out n everything

Character I would marry: im not gonna say ike again so i’ll say . chrom because thats who i accidentally default married in awakening lol.

Character I would be best friends with: nina

a random thought: why are there only two ikes in FEH? give us more ike

An unpopular opinion: i don’t actually like all of the girl tiddy fanservice in FEH. i feel like nobody really cares about that but the fanservice is def really one-sided. as per usual w japanese games.

my canon OTP: m!corrin/niles 

Non-canon OTP: ikesoren

most badass character: frederick’s crit line still fucks me up to this day

pairing I am not a fan of: any of the pseudo-incest pairings in fates lol.

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): tharja used to be more interesting i think but now shes just fanservice.

favourite friendship: eliwood and hector are my boys 

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: shigure is MY SON

shuake

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it: honestly not really until like halfway through the game, and then i sort of stopped after That Thing happened, and then it returned with a vengeance after beating the game.

my thoughts: i love them so much and pls give them a happy ending plssndjfsjsn

What makes me happy about them: they were fated to be rivals but IN THE END THEIR WISHES BECAME ONE....,,,

What makes me sad about them: GORO IS FUCKIN FAKE DEAD . i refuse to believe hes actually dead but its still sad. 

things done in fanfic that annoys me: im...im gonna say it....akira bottoming lmaoooo. 

things I look for in fanfic: (whispers) goro bottoming......BUT ALSO.... fluff honestly theres enough angst in goros entire fucking life thank u very much just give me cute boys being cute.

My kinks: love and affection

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: no one lol,,,, i used to ship them w other ppl but i cant now.

My happily ever after for them: goro comes back from being fake dead and wants to make amends for everything but the PT already accept him and are really happy hes alive and he and akira start dating and live together and are happy and cute the end.

hannibal

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: piece of shit. love him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: will.......... and also kinda thirsty scarf dad from that one ep of season 3.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: hannibal and bedelia are pretty interesting together.

My unpopular opinion about this character: i dont even know honestly i feel like everyones pretty much in agreement about how to feel about him lol. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: shoulda fucked will 

my het ship: none

my fem/slash ship: hannigram

my OTP: hannigram

my OT3: uhhhh none.

my cross over ship: no idea. lets ship him w another mads character. madscest.

my kink: his compassion for will being inconvenient.

a head cannon: he and will get married after season 3

my gender bend: um. hannah lecter. exactly the same as hannibal lecter but a woman now. 

fate/zero and dangan ronpa

004 | send me 2 fandoms and I will give you my crossover OTP: kiritsugu takes a very utilitarian stance in his philosophy, and i feel like komaeda does too...so it’d be interesting to see them together. plus they both have tragic af back stories. 

[echoeblo]

Found family pairs that are far too important to me

- Kei and Yamaoka

- Jun and Maya

- Sae and Goro

- Dickson and Shulk

- Joshua and Hanekoma

- Iroh and Zuko

- Jade and Luke

- Karol and Raven