#pattern is sus too huh

[callixton]

need to change my theme in like three days but idk what i’m gonna change it to bc i’m basically just hyperfixated on whatever that boy is doing at the moment*

*FLASHING DISCLAIMER COMES UP ON SCREEN BUT THE TEXT KEEPS CHANGING TOO FAST TO REALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT ITS DISCLAIMING

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

book 7 part 9 thoughts!!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 9 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

Kind of a short update this time! It spans parts 140 to 157.

As a reminder, only Vil is following Yuu and co. into the next dream. This is because traveling around with too many people may cause a bug in Idia’s dream hacking and/or it may make it easier for Malleus to notice them.

They land in Kalim’s dream!! There is a segment where Vil freaks out about falling and we get to see his cute squeaky-voiced vulnerable side again. (Yes, the others tease him about it 😂)

They use DREAM FORM CHANGE to swap between dorm uniform (for combat) and school uniform (for general interactions within the dream).

And this new location is…

HUH WHATm/s tHIS?????

It seems like the Scalding Sands, but we’ve never seen this before.

OOP THEre’S THE BOY

Those colors look really good on him!! But the hat looks like it’s floating or sitting on just the scalp… It feels like maybe it should be further down on his head. (Sorry about the weird screenshot chsvskwguejsk)

Kalim doesn’t seem to recognize our squad, nor NRC. He says that he goes to Qasr Sultanate Academy (guess that’s where the name of his new uniform comes from). It is founded on the generous spirit of the Oasis’s Master (the Sultan). The school was established 2 years ago by his rich ass father, since this area did not have a magic school prior to that. THIS IS NEPOTISM AT ITS FINEST, FOLKS

***Note: "qasr" -> castle or palace, "sultanate" -> a place governed by a sultan!***

Idia reasons that Kalim might be this way to avoid the tragedies that play out at NRC. The dream is sheltering him…

Everyone is dying of heat, so Kalim uses his UM to give them cool drinking water. He also has some servants (no Jamil) bring the roof over to them to help them cool off???

BUT THEN jAMIL PULLS UP AnD

iT’S SO WEIRD, WhY’ShE SO PERKY AnD KIRAKIRA…………………… ……. …… …. … . ……. .. . … …. . . . HE;S SMILING TOO MUCH, IT;S SUS...... THIS iS wROng (Side note, those colors are also nice on him!)

Dream!Jamil explains that he was hired by Kalim’s father but that their families never cared about their different statuses. In this dream, they basically grew up as real childhood friends and always talk honestly with each other.

The group reminds Kalim that Jamil isn’t REALLY like this. Vil especially lays into him, roasting Jamil’s character and going into how untrustworthy he is, etc.

Jamil tries to keep Kalim in the dream by using Snake Whisper. Eventually Kalim has his breakthrough, which is where the Groovy for his new card comes from. He realizes that he believed in a false yet convenient Jamil, he cannot face him anymore.

WAHHHHH look at him 😭 He’s leaking like a faucet… but he’s also trying so hard to wipe away his tears, to be strong and stand on his own to fight against the fake Jamil! Let’s give him a round of applause, folks 👏

(This also means that there is potentially a pattern being established with these new limited main story cards; the Groovies will probably be the character crying as they have their realization that this world is a fake one. Does that mean… Crying J word next time??????? Maybe??? Or nah??? 😭 GOD PLEASE NO MY HEART WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT—)

Vil tells Kalim that he also did something embarrassing in his own dream so it’s fine. Kalim callously laughs when he hears about Vil bossing Neige around, then quickly apologies because he realizes he was supposed to deny how bad it is.

Kalim joins the party!! He says it feels weird because usually Jamil is the one to wake HIM up.

They hop into Jamil’s dream!! They appear to have landed in a Silk City bazaar. Ortho takes headcount of them like they’re students on a casual field trip, lol

Kalim enjoyed the jump but Vil seems to be having a hard time keeping up. Ortho and Silver will stay with Vil while the rest of them look for Jamil.

Yuu and co. fuck around in the market a little, getting coconut juice (well, Kalim buys 10 at once) and whatever. Guys… now is seriously NOT the time.

While giving them juice, the vendor suddenly becomes hostile towards Kalim and demands payment instead of letting him put it on his family’s tab.

OMG?????? Apparently in Jamil’s dream, the Al-Asims are broke and scam free stuff from the vendors 😭 WHILE JAMIL IS RICH AF

The vendor is calling the POLICE

Silver comes running to save the day!! He says he will pay for his friends and we avoid being hauled off to jail ✨

We continue our search for Jamil, deciding to trek to Kalim’s home in Silk City since that’s where the Vipers live irl. INSTEAD THEY FIND THIS DESOLATE PLACE (reusing the dried up oasis background)

A bystander explains that the Asim familt’s business failed so they had to give up their house. It got moved and repainted black and red… AND NOW JAMIL’S THE MASTER 💀

A guard comes to chase them off and recognizes Kalim as a servant. Turns out, the Vipers bought the old Asim home and employed them as servants to help them out.

… I saw this coming from a mile away, but the cringe of seeing it for myself is too much to bear…

LMAO????? Now we get a rhythmic/twistune of Yuu and co. marching in a parade with Jamil at the head of it.

WhAT YHE FUCK iS ThiS InTERIOR DESIGN, THAT’S LITERLLY A STatUE OF jAfAR DoING THE GOLFING SWING

Jamil is not enrolled in NRC; he is also enrolled in a new magic school called Jahir Sahar College (?).

***Note: "jahir" -> jewels, "sahar"/"sehri" -> wizard or magic!***

Jamil scolds Kaim for wearing a uniform of the wrong color and “corrects” it for him. Kalim casually says thank you but Jamil tells him it is, “JAMIL-SAMA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!” He reminds Kalim that the Asims owe the Vipers a debt so large that they cannot hope to repay it in their lifetime, so be sure to be useful to him.

… Bro is power tripping so hard 😭

Jamil becomes suspicious of us but Vil plays it off like we’re students come to research the Scalding Sands for a Film Club activity. He allows us to stay but backhanded comments that we look dumb so we won’t pose a threat.

Jamil then offers to give us a tour SiNCE HE’S THE STUDENT COUNCiL PRESIDENT (Rollo called he wants his title back). I’m guessing this is the case instead of him being dorm leader so Jamil is the ONLY top dog around.

Oh yeah!! Minor thing, magic carpet comes in at some point. Its its colors are closer to that of the magic carpet in the Aladdin film.

He orders Kalim to prepare a feast; Kalim provides water with Oasis Maker and grabs food from the kitchen—all of Jamil’s favorites! But no matter how eager to please he is, Jamil tells him off and makes remarks about how useless Kalim is 😔

xbshgejwgsowkw Yuu and co. are like “WOW, Jamil’s imagination is so strong so it’s going to be hard to wake him up!!” It’s okay, you can say he’s delusional/j

Jamil wavers a little because Kalim begins talking about their childhood memories. It’s stirring up his own recollections, and I think the dream’s interpretation of these evens is clashing with the reality that Kalim shares.

Blah blah blah

Dream!Kalim arrives to kiss Jamil’s ass :v aaand Jamil descends into the darkness…

What we see is a potential future in which Jamil succeeded in book 4; Azul and the Scarabia mobs are under his hypnotic influence… Kalim is gone… and Jamil plans to use the dirt Azul has collected to blackmail the other dorm leaders and take them down. (This lends credence to the idea of him being student council president in his dream because he wants to be the ONLY one in charge.)

LMAO????? Jamil shit talks the dorm leaders 💀 Like saying that no one likes Riddle anyway, how Leona is probably another lazy nepo baby, etc.

AnD THEN AfTER THE DoRM LEADERS HE’s PlANNING ON GOInG AfTER CROWlEY’S iRRESPONSibLE aSS 😭 Jamil has his sights set on ruling over the entire school…

AyO??????????

I THINK KALIM PUNCHED JAMIL AnD THEYmRE fISTFIGHTING?????? PLEASE, THIS IS PATHETIC

They shout about the things they hate the most about each other. Jamil hates Kalim’s optimism, Kalim finally FINALLY declares that he hates how two-faced Jamil is. It’s so intense even the hypnotized students are stunned????

Sebek wants to pummel Jamil too but Silver holds him back. His reasoning??? Sometimes people get emotionally charged and it’s better for them to let those out through their fists instead of their words.

I cannot believe that Silver Vanrouge in our lord 2024 really went, “No, no. Let them cook :)” 🤡

Kalim starts laughing because this is a unique experience to him?? Apparently he and Jamil never fought for real in the 17 years they knew each other. Jamil agrees and says if he neat Kalim up “irl” it would cause problems for everyone… and he realizes his wording and begins questioning the dream world because of that.

He finally wakes up! xbsnbsjwkwkwvdk Kalim is so excited his live 2D model is bouncing on the screen!

The goop returns and drags Jamil to a familiar scene where he OBs and then squares off against his Phantom, similar to what happened with Idia and Vil. Jamil calls his OB self pathetic and always looking for someone to blame. He now sees that view as narrow-minded and limiting.

His Phantom tries to goad him by likening their situation to being genies trapped in a dark and small space, existing to be used their entire lives and not being allowed the freedom they wish for. Admittedly, Jamil has pretty cool lines, saying he doesn’t like the Phantom forcing its own wishes on him. He’s reclaiming his freedom by renouncing the idea of pitying himself. He doesn’t plan to spend his whole life inside that lamp and his wallowing, he is going to make his own wishes come true—not 3 or 10 or 100, but every single one.

(Cue insane Jamil laughter here)

He of course gains the upper hand and rises victorious. Jamil tells Dream!Kalim that he is so polite and subservient it’s disgusting, then he uses Snake Whisper to send him away.

Jamil says there’s no point in changing roles or positions because ultimately the power to decide what happens is his and his alone. He also says he is not interested in power or freedom granted to him by someone else… He will take what he wants on his own! (Not sure why he’s announcing this when no one asked, but pop off I guess 😂 Vil gave a similar speech when he was facing his own demons, but shorter and I don’t think Idia just mumbled to himself before getting back in contact with Ortho.)

Meeting back up with Yuu and co., Jamil is added to the party! (Kalim tries to glomp him in a hug but Jamil expertly dodges ‘xbssvzjav$c(/?/)

Okay, so Vil is staying behind because he doesn’t feel well and doesn’t want to hold the group back. Kalim also stays behind because he’s still covered in bruises and such from fist fighting Jamil. This will probably be another pattern that occurs moving forward; only the OB boy moves on with the group.

Next time… Octavinelle’s dreams and maybe J word crying card 👀!

I think by this time, we already know what to expect in terms of general events. Going into a dream, experiencing it for a short time, learning shocking news about the circumstances, character uses UM, character learns the truth, character cries and fights the dream (who is trying to keep them there), character joins party. If it’s an OB boy, then they will get more screen time and a dedicated segment to fighting their Phantom and then giving a speech about their character development before joining us. Then only the OB boy will dream hop with the Yuu, Grim, Silver, Sebek, Idia, and Ortho while the boys stay behind with the projected selves Ortho creates. Rinse and repeat the formula, and you can probably easily predict what’s coming in future updates.

In terms of this update, I gotta say that I’m impressed Kalim finally followed through on the promise of decking Jamil… a promise he made all the way back in book 4!! While he doesn’t do it with any malicious intent, I think it’s a large stride going forward in having Kalim assert himself and acknowledge the faults that Jamil very obviously has.

As for Jamil... I think it’s becoming pretty obvious what they’re going for in those OB boy scenes; clearly, they mean to have it be like he is speaking to his “other half” in the mirror, a reflection of himself. In this way, each boy confronts the worst aspects of them and comes to terms with it. It’s meant to represent their character growth from when they first appeared in the main story. I’m just… not sure if I like how it’s been handled overall; I do like everyone’s speeches so far (they are good; Jamil’s especially slays with all the thematically appropriate allusions to genies and wish-granting), but I’m less enthusiastic about the context under which these speeches are given. I will most likely make a separate post going into detail about this, but I figured I’d at least lay my general thoughts out here first.

ahbfbyoqwv8yfqwv8q The highlight of this update this time was just seeing how unhinged Jamil's desires are when given no limitations. It's such a shockingly large role reversal to stick himself in the head honcho seat with zero opposition AND force Kalim into being humbled. When the tables turn on him, Jamil is so quick to being a ruthless and cold master 💦 HE'S FR THE TYPE OF GUY THAT ISNT JUST SATISFIED SUCCEEDING, HE ALSO NEEDS YOU TO FAIL The more of these dreams we see, the more we get the sense that Malleus's idea of happiness is VERY shallow. This was something already verbalized by Idia last update, but I feel it needs repeating because of how difficult to resolve Kalim and Jamil's relationship is. The way his solutions are so... absolute (Kalim and Jamil being besties and/or a complete role reversal) reminds me of the points I often hear from fans who say, "Kalim could free Jamil! Kalim should talk to his dad!" There's good intentions behind it, but it ultimately misses the forest for the trees (that being the complicated social nuances surrounding their families). It's an out-of-body experience seeing that viewpoint displayed via Malleus's magic, but it also feels cathartic to see it being dispelled as being nothing close to reality.

Those are all my thoughts for now!! Really looking forward to the next installment :)) and its potential for... crying J word... Though who knows, maybe it’s just for light trio only and I’m delulu—

[starrieisdelusional]

why kairi might be the one who manipulated sora's memory

yes you read that right, and no i did not mis-type this (if you're thinking hey that should be namine!)

i was going back a few times to kh3 and i found many patterns and cutscenes in 3 that can be compared to previous installments of the game, even side by side, this one particularly caught my eye:

crazy am i right

so remember that scene in 3 where sora falsely exclaimed "the light in the darkness" to be kairi? (it's actually riku) where sora and kairi goes enters the light to made it back to the real world

previous clip in link because tumblr isn't working with me ("riku, answer me!!" comparison with "okay! i have to protect them (aitsu)! Namine can you hear me?")

as you've seen in the comparison i realized it probably a direct paralell to namine's fake meteor shower scene back in COM Sora's side. And these lines of dialogue in particular interest me

it got me thinking, and i think that kairi purposely did something to sora's memory at some point in their lives. The exact when i'm not too sure, but she had inserted herself into some of riku's part in sora's life as sora's taisetsu na hito (special someone)

i know this sounds crazy, but i think there's a valid reason to this theory

Why??

the motive is clear: that kairi is lonely. i personally relate to her character struggle, loneliness can be suffocating, just like how namine portrayed hers that resulted to the events in COM

kairi's main theme has always been about 'seperation' and being left behind by sora and riku. so it would make sense for her to crave attention

kairi might feel sad that sora and riku doesn't pay attention to her unlike how they pay attention to each-other, so i don't see it as off character for her to insert herself into a fake picture if she had the chance, especially as the love interest of her crush

she even said this back in KH1 which sora responded with "Huh!? What's gotten into you?"

or is it done out of malicious intentions? there might be a possibility for that, but i don't think it is as it goes against kingdom hearts thematic story that stays consistent over the years, that portrays every character struggle in a sympathetic way that honestly you can relate too

(xehanort is even a subject to this in dark road)

i think that kairi felt really guilty about it and didn't realized the impact that she had done to sora and riku's relationship. or maybe she thrived for it, because even if the affection is not real, kairi is still loved and remembered by someone as their precious person, and it feels nice especially with someone like sora

snippet from kh3 novel

in the novels, there's a strong hint that kairi cut her hair because riku cut his, which contributes a lot to the theory of kairi wanting to be sora's precious person (riku) where she somewhat mimics his behavior (she probably realized deep down sora cares more about riku than her)

Passing Memories

i think this also made sense lore wise, because why else would sora suddenly lost his memory of riku? and i don't think sora's sort-of infatuation with kairi is caused by comphet alone

forgotten promises is a recurring theme in sora and riku's relationship, everything up to this point has always leads to hidden thoughts and burried memories, you have to dig deeper if you want to find a connection between sora and riku, the examples currently are:

whatever is happening between soriku

passing memories jp name of oblivion keyblade that is owned by roxas

riku is the TRUE light

necklace theory: the fact that THE necklace is everywhere in the game but is never brought up like ever

aitsu (check full discussion on the internet)

COM the game (just everything related to COM, the only game with riku and sora beside DDD? it's sus if you ask me)

compared to sora and kairi who's relationship always seems shallow and on the surface. i think it made more sense with the 'why' factor answered, because every time sora is thinking of riku, kairi would replace herself in his position, just like the light-tunnel scene in kh3

the 'oathkeeper' (promise charm) and 'oblivion' (passing memories) also reflected sora keeping his promise to kairi, but forgetting about his to riku, riku might not be affected in the same way that sora does, so this happens:

+ the multiple and many instances, riku is straight up covered by kairi

some of those instances:

kairi is true darkness (ex: sea is metaphor for darkness)

xion (is said to be kairi but proven also to also be riku)

the final world

Power?

honestly, i think kairi is more than she lets on (like LUXU), let's talk about her nobody:

i think it's already suspicious that namine has the power to mess with sora's memories (because she's from kairi's body and sora's heart?) when existing nobodies like roxas and xion for example has powers directly tied to their somebodies (kingdom key), xehanort doing xehanort things, marluxia possessing the same rose petals as his somebody counterpart, (and a lot more...)

so, with a game like kingdom hearts, does namine's powers really came out of no where? we know that sora doesn't have the ability to manipulate people's memories, so who else could it be?? kairi's powers might even be more powerful

this would also aligns with the theory 'riku is light-kairi is darkness' because even at front value the game is telling you 'hey kairi is LIGHT and riku is DARKNESS' time and time again its always the reverse in certain situations, but you never got to wonder what it actually mean

yes riku is the light, but why is kairi the darkness?? yes she sort-of brings demise as xehanort's pawn, but is it really just that?

lastly, kairi is a princess of heart, and might even came from the lost masters era as it is decorated and spammed with stars (every symbol is replaced by stars i'm not joking)

it's very on-theme with the 'traitor' plot point that has been consistent in every khux game, so... (i have a theory that kairi is master ava, or master ava is her grandma, OR kairi is mom... or skuld)

in addition to all of this, i also think that kairi can also be a creature, maybe she's actually a chirithy:

however i do think as opposed to riku as a dreameater (spirit), kairi is a nightmare chirithy, as seen in their color pallet (might be a coincidence but who knows)

[magicamicitia]

WARNING: Mentions of suicidal/intrusive thoughts.

Volume One, Chapter Two

“You’re not alone anymore.”

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Click!

Sunset Shimmer once again woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, and carried on with her morning routine as normal. However, the memories of the previous afternoon refused to leave her thoughts.

She was aware of the existence of magic in other worlds, but… This one wasn’t supposed to be one of them. So what’s up with all of this? Magical girls? Witches? A talking cat-with-bunny-ears freak? It was weirder than anything she’d ever seen in any other world. Apparently, humans like her weren’t supposed to be able to see witches like she did. Sunset figured her background as a magic interdimensional traveller could explain that abnormality.

Whatever this all meant, she hoped Twilight knew what she was doing.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Twilight Sparkle skipped nervously around her room.

“Don’t worry!” the small white creature, who referred to itself as ‘Kyubey’, carefully groomed its fur in a corner. “If you ever need any help, you can always ask me.”

Twilight couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s real reassuring. The last time I asked for your help, You-“

Her train of thought was crudely interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Sweetie?” Her mother’s voice called. “Are you okay in there? You’re gonna be late if you don’t come out soon!”

“Shoot! I’d better get going!”

She left her home in a hurry as to avoid being late, despite her family’s attempts to tell her she still had twenty minutes until her usual time of departure. With a half-eaten sandwich in her hands and a trusty Kyubey over her shoulders, she was surely ready for another day as a high school student AND magical girl!

Huh?

Twilight Sparkle suddenly felt a strange weight on her chest. looking down at the soul gem ring on her finger, she noticed it emitted a strange glow.

“What’s all this now?”

“Your soul gem is reacting to magic,” kyubey answered. “There must be a witch nearby! We have to go after it!”

“NOW?! I can’t go after a witch NOW! I couldn’t even finish off the last one, and if I take too long fighting it… I’ll be…”

She gulped, terrified.

“…TARDY!!!”

“Twilight! You’re a magical girl now, the future of humanity relies on you battling witches!”

“I know, I know… But… Like, can’t you do it or something?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about witches in their physicial form. But once you defeat the witch, I can collect its grief seed and make sure it never comes back!”

“Ughhhh!!! Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll do it…”

Her soul gem’s magic led her to a beautiful hedge maze just outside an ancient history museum.

“Wow… this place looks so peaceful. Odd spot for a witch to make its lair.”

“You’re right, Twilight. Usually, witches will try to hatch in locations where they can collect the despair of nearby victims. But this maze is a total ghost town…”

“Well, then that must mean this one doesn’t feel like it needs any extra power, huh?”

“Yes. We’d better get ready; we’re about to enter the labyrinth, quite literally.”

As Twilight moved towards the center of the maze, she could feel reality around her become more and more distorted. But she noticed a strange consistency among the chaos.

“These patterns… these creatures… This is the same witch from yesterday!”

Kyubey backed up against Twilight’s legs, looking for refuge. “Looks like we got real lucky then. If we had decided to fight it then, with a human tagging along, things would have gotten real dangerous.”

Twilight spared no time - casting her magical power, she transformed into her magical girl self and barged through the horde of familiars with her shield. The familiars, however, laughed at her futile attempts. Their torn bodies sewed themselves back together to take on another form.

“P…Principal Celestia…?” Twilight felt an enourmous weight fall onto her shoulders.

“Twilight Sparkle,” said the mirage. “What are you doing here, when you should be at school? You used to be such a good student…”

“U-Used to be? No, no, I still am! In fact, I was on my way back-“

“It’s too late for that now. You’ve already been expelled from Crystal Prep, do you want me to expel you from Canterlot High as well? That won’t look good on your records.”

“No! I wasn’t expelled! Candace just thought it would be better for me if…”

Her legs were shaking.

“I… I’m… You’re not supposed to be here!”

Mustering up her strength, Twilight attacked the illusion of Celestia with everything she had. The familiars, however, simply dissolved themselves while laughing, leaving Twilight to fall to the ground, crying and defeated.

“What’s happening… Why am I… So weak…?”

The laughter around her turned to chants.

“End it!”

“What good is a magical girl who can’t fight a witch?”

“End it!”

“Give up your soul gem and feed us!”

“End it!”

“End it!”

“End it!”

Her vision was starting to get blurry. Why did she accept this awful offer in the first place?! She didn’t have what it took to be a magical girl at all!

Oh,

That’s right…

The reason was…

“Hold on tight, sugarcube!”

From the skies, a mysterious sillhouette came down to Twilight’s aid. Once it landed, she was surprised to see another magical girl, just like her!

Well, maybe her clothes were a little different. Very country. And instead of a shield, this girl took out five mint-condition flintlock muskets from her stylish cowboy hat. With the aim and confidence of a professional, she took down the monsters without missing a single shot. Then, she whipped her hair around, adjusted her hat, and turned to a baffled Twilight on the ground.

She smiled and reached out her hand.

“You alright over there?”

Before she could even say anything, four other girls made their way to Twilight and the mysterious magical girl.

“AJ, no fair! You said this one was mine!” A feisty girl with rainbow-colored hair rushed in first, clearly very upset.

“Oh, darling, please, that was clearly not the witch. You’re making a scene for no reason.” Added a purple-haired girl dressed in gorgeous modern-victorian couture.

“Wait,” said the multicolor girl. “Who’s that one over there?”

“I-I’m… Twilight… Twilight Sparkle…” She clumsily adjusted her glasses and got up.

“Pleasure to meet ya, Twilight.” The girl with the muskets smiled. “Name’s applejack.”

“I’m Rainbow Dash!” the spunky girl added.

“My name is Rarity, but you may call me Miss Rarity if you’re a fan.”

“Oh, I’ve heard your name before! You’re like, a prodigy star of the design world, right?”

“You’re quite right, darling! And those two over there are Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.”

“W…Woah… So, you’re all magical girls…?”

“ALMOST all of us. Flutter can’t seem to come up with a wish, so we just drag her along as moral support.” Rainbow Dash cut in with a sarcastic tone.

“Rainbow, don’t say that!” Applejack reprimanded. “Don’t you worry, sugarcube. I know how scary it is to fight them mean witches all by yourself, but you’re not alone in this no more. We got your back!”

[at-wicks-end]

a soul of determination | two

john wick x reader undertale au ; idiots to lovers <3 bored out of your mind, you drag your best friend, john, to go on a hike with you on mount ebott. who cares that it's a supposedly haunted mountain! those instagram pictures won't take themselves. until, of course, you fall through a hole, dragging him with you. ...whoops?

chapter notes: after a weird encounter with a flower, toriel leads you and john into the ruins. john finds toriel sus and does some self-reflection?? this is unedited.

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ii. ruins

This is a strange day, John thinks to himself as he follows you and a goat… monster further into the Ruins. While there have been more dangerous, stressful days in his life, such as the day of his first mission, or the first time he had met with Gianna D’Antonio for a bodyguard stint, he’s not sure he has ever been in such a strange situation. If it weren’t for the slight ache in his left knee (damn thing never healed quite right after a tumble down some stairs), he’d be inclined to believe that he was either dead or in a comatose state and this was just some strange dream his mind had cooked up.

Walking through the doorway leads the three of you to a foyer, with twin staircases leading up to another doorway, this one with creeping vines surrounding it. Everything seems to be covered by deep purple bricks, which while appearing to be maintained somewhat, reveal the passage of time with every crack that has appeared. Toriel walks up ahead, her dress rustling with every step. 

There’s a pile of red leaves in between staircases and something glowing. John narrows his eyes. Is that a star? 

You appear to be staring intently at it too, your eyebrows furrowed. “Huh.”

“Any idea what that is?” He says quietly. Toriel had no reaction to it at all when she walked past it. 

“Nope,” you murmur, seemingly mesmerized. As if in a daze, you step closer to it, reaching out to touch it. John waits with bated breath for something to happen, but you only turn back to him with a disappointed expression.

“Nothing happened.” You frown, walking back to him. “You try it.”

Never one to say no to you, John steps forward to touch the star. He waits for his hand to make contact with something solid, but instead he feels a wave of warmth wash through him. The ache in his left knee disappears and he feels strangely determined. Determined to do what, he doesn’t quite know. In any case, he reports his findings to you as you both head up to the doorway where Toriel waits. 

“I didn’t feel anything warm.” You muse. “My hand just went right through.”

Toriel smiles warmly as the two of you walk up the staircase. “Come, young ones. Allow me to educate you both on how the Ruins operates.”

The three of you walk into a smaller room (still aggressively purple), with six white tiles laid in a pattern on the side. There is a line of lighter purple right in the middle of them, passing two tiles. Before John can even ask what they’re for, Toriel walks over the tiles not touched by the line and pulls a lever. The door on the other end of the room opens with a soft groan.

“The Ruins are filled with puzzles,”  Toriel explains. “Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys. One must solve them to move from room to room. It would be best to familiarize yourselves with them.”

“I see,” John replies, trying not to let his confusion show. You, on the other hand, turn to John with an expression of what the fuck?

“Head into the next room with me and I will show you more of these puzzles.” Toriel smiles before walking through the door, leaving you and John to follow her. Upon noticing a worn signage  by the doorway, John halts to read it.

“Only the fearless may proceed,” John reads. “Brave ones, foolish ones—both walk not the middle road.”

“Well that’s ominous,” you remark. “Must be a hint for the puzzle.”

John turns back to the tile puzzle Toriel had solved earlier. The tiles in the middle, the ones right on the lighter purple remain unpressed. “Guess so.”

For the next few puzzles, Toriel leads the way, solving most of them for the two of you. She only steps back for what she deems “safer” puzzles, which can be solved by just pressing switches. The deeper Toriel leads you into the Ruins, the more confused he is. The Ruins are no doubt old, but it appears to be taken care of. However, other than Toriel and Flowey earlier, there appears to be no one else in the area. 

He’s content to let you take the lead in puzzle solving, stepping back and watching as you step on tiles or pull levers with Toriel’s guidance. He is not, however, oblivious to the way Toriel’s smile seems to falter whenever she looks at him for too long. It doesn’t take a genius to see she doesn’t trust him.

John doesn’t particularly mind. He doesn’t trust her or this place either.

It isn’t until Toriel introduces the two of you to a training dummy that John bothers joining in the conversation.

“As a human living in the Underground, monsters may attack you,” Toriel says seriously. “You will need to be prepared for such situations.”

The training dummy looks different from anything John has seen in his life. It doesn’t look anywhere near human. In fact it looks a bit like a character you’d shown him before. Snoopy? Except this has no face and no ears or limbs. It’s worn out and stitched in certain areas.

“Would one of you like to step forward?” Toriel says, looking at you directly. John doesn’t like that one bit.

“I’ll do it,” he says firmly. Lord knows he’s done more than fight a dummy.

“Ah! Very well then, young one.” Toriel beckons him to step closer. “When you encounter a monster, you will enter a fight.”

John stands just before the dummy, staring at it intensely. 

Toriel continues. “Your soul will be exposed, and you and the monster will enter a different plane temporarily. There, you will have to fight.”

“A fight?” You repeat worriedly, looking at John. “A bit dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Worry not.” Toriel smiles. “When you are in a fight, strike up a friendly conversation. Stall for time; I shall come to resolve the conflict for you.”

“That’s unwise,” John replies, a hint of annoyance. 

“It’s kind,” Toriel corrects. “Violence is unnecessary in the Underground, and monsters are not as strong as humans. The right thing to do is to spare your enemy when you get the chance.”

John wants to argue back but decides against it. Fine. He’ll play by the rules.

Stepping closer to the training dummy, he instinctively brings his fists up. Should he punch it? That what he would normally do, but in a heartbeat, he finds himself in a black void again. A maroon heart glows in his chest, and the training dummy is stark white before him. 

Right. Toriel said to strike up a conversation.

“Hello?” John says hesitantly. The training dummy merely stares back at him, and the world flickers back into existence.

You’re staring at him with wide eyes and he raises an eyebrow. Toriel, on the other hand, looks pleased.

“Well done, John.” She smiles. “Now, I think you are both ready for the rest of the Ruins.”

“Thank you,” you reply, moving towards John. Your palm rests just on the small of his back, offering him a tidbit of comfort. John leans towards you ever so slightly.

“For now, I must attend to some errands,” Toriel continues. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out an ancient looking brick phone, one that has certainly lived past its prime a long time ago. “Here. Use this phone to contact me if you need anything, alright?”

You accept the phone, staring at it bewilderedly. “Damn. How old is this phone,” you mumble to yourself.

“I would like to discourage you from leaving this room, given that it is quite dangerous to wander around. There are many puzzles I have not been able to maintain as nicely as I would like them to be…” Toriel trails off before continuing. “However, I cannot stop you. If you truly feel that you must leave, I only ask that you keep in mind what I have taught you.”

“Alright,” John says quietly. Toriel looks at him pointedly, before sighing deeply. 

“Very well,” she says reluctantly. “I will leave for now. Try not to leave this room.”

With that, Toriel rounds the corner and disappears from view. You immediately turn to John, waggling your eyebrows. “We’re totally not staying here, are we?”

The corners of John’s mouth quirk up. “I suppose not, if you have something to say about it.”

“Alright.” You chuckle. “Let’s give it a few minutes before we leave though. Just to make sure the coast is clear.”

The two of you head to a corner in the room before sitting down, your knees just touching each other. Not for the first time today, John found himself at a loss for words. There were a lot of things not adding up in his mind, but he couldn’t piece them together quite yet. One thing was for sure, however; he didn’t trust Toriel. 

He is used to getting certain looks from other assassins. Majority of them looked at him with fear, envy, or respect. Some looked up at him, and some looked down on him. In any case, John could at least hazard a guess as to why they reacted to him in that way. His reputation of being the boogeyman, an emissary of death, or lo spettro often meant that others had preconceived notions about him. It never affected his work negatively, and so he paid no mind to the whispers surrounding his name.

Toriel, however, is a different story. A mere two hours ago, John had no idea that she even existed, and she had no idea who he was either. So why did she look at him with such wariness? 

John glances at you briefly. You’re still leaning back against the wall, your eyes closed as you breathe in deeply. Toriel looked at you with a smile at all times, her expression sometimes bordering on affection. Meanwhile, Toriel looked at him with barely concealed suspicion.

“I don’t trust Toriel,” he mutters.

You blink. “Huh?”

“I don’t trust Toriel,” he repeats. “Something’s strange.”

“Is it the fight thing?” You lean towards him. “I thought that was a bit weird too… she can’t honestly be expecting us to wait for her to resolve things right?”

John nods. “I find it hard to believe that violence is unnecessary in fights.”

You hum in response, fidgeting with your fingers. “She seems nice enough, but the flower from earlier was…”

“Insane?” John suggests.

“Sure,” you snort. “I was gonna go for not as nice, but that works too. Just makes me wonder how the other monsters would be, if there are any.”

Another silence falls on the two of you. John stretches his legs out, subconsciously rubbing his left knee. The ache has slowly begun to make its return after walking for so long. 

“There’s gotta be an exit somewhere, right?” You say hopefully. “I know there are a lot of caves in Mount Ebott. We’re bound to find our way out eventually.”

“I hope so,” John replies. “We still have food and water in—”

Right. The bags had been left behind on the foot of a tree right before both of you fell.

Your enthusiasm wilts slightly. “Fuck, I forgot about that. Guess we should go look for that, then.”

He breathes in deeply, nodding. “Yeah. We should get going.”

The two of you get up, much to the complaints of John’s aching joints (was thirty five already old? Winston always said he was still in his prime, but right now his back begged to differ.) As the two of you dust off your clothes, neither of you notice a golden yellow flower observing both of you from a distance.

“Interesting.” Flowey smiles sinisterly. “This is going to be very interesting.”

author's note: the fanfic author curse has hit me, i fear... after the wisdom tooth fiasco, uni starts this week for me which means i'll be busier. don't worry, i'll still do my best to update every one or two weeks! reblogs and comments are much appreciated <333

[dearweirdme]

Okay, so I decided to do some self-torture and go and search "jikook" on youtube and I started watching some of the videos. I was almost a little afraid that I'd start watching the videos and have a panicked revelation that I was wrong all along and that there actually is something to jikook.

But let's just say I was laughing a big chunk of the time. The way people take such insignificant moments between the two of them and turn them into something completely crazy is hilarious. The grasping at straws is too funny.

I truly think it's strange how people just look at their interactions at face value. It's so bizarre to me. Even things that might seem "sexual" to them like an ass slap or something... doesn't mean it's sexual if you look at years of them interacting. They are so clearly just friends.

I've been an ARMY since 2015 and a Taekooker for almost as long. The amount of butt slaps they've all given each other is incredible. Does that mean they are all dating? lol But seriously, a big reason why I became a taekooker was not due to the individual moments between them. Because that's silly. All the members are super comfortable with each other.

It was the observation of the behavior over time that really made me start wondering about taekook. The patterns, the way they treat each other, etc. And I'm sorry, but it was always clear to me that Jungkook especially in the early years was smitten with Tae. He could barely look away from him and I could practically see the heart eyes.

Also, it's the way the company treated them throughout the years and how others acted around them as well. And I'm sorry, if jikook were and are dating, why on EARTH would the company be basically shining a giant spotlight on their relationship. That makes no sense. At the end of the day, the company wants to make money and highlighting a gay couple via a SHOW and also countless hours of content focused on them would be just downright stupid and dangerous for everyone. ALSO the military thing. I mean COME ON. Enlisting in the army...in KOREA...with your "boyfriend"?? I'm sorry but that's insane and extremely dangerous.

Whereas with taekook, they were (as we all know now) more hidden by the company and not as promoted together. I remember it at the time of their peak "separation phase" and I was always hoping to see them together in Bangtan Bombs or behind the scenes footage, but was always disappointed most of the time when they weren't. Not to mention the countless subtitles with "bro" and "friend" whenever they were filmed together. Be a bit more obvious, huh? Nothing like a little brainwashing to try to prove they are only "bros."

Idk, I guess at the end of the day, I'm still extremely confused about how jikooker's minds work lol I love taekook so much and will continue supporting them for a long time.

Love your blog! xxx

Hi anon!

😂😂😂.. notice to everyone.. no need to be afraid to watch Jkk videos. I actually did that when I first became aware of Jkk also being a ship, and I did it exactly because I wanted to know if there would be some sort of revelation. I mean, I’d rather know the truth than believe in something that’s not real. That revelation did not come. I had already watched a lot of official content when I started to watch Jkk vids, so I was kinda able to place everything real quick. I know there’s some moments that on their own look sus, but that’s all it is though, moments that appear sus, but really aren’t. I always just got the friends vibe from them, and I think Jm and Jk’s characters explain a lot about the ways they interact and why some make more of it.

[myeagleexpert]

The Silence of Seven

↳Synopsis:

❝ The peaceful atmosphere is shattered when Yuu finds one of her friends in a coma of unknown causes. Determined to uncover the truth, Yuu and her friends begin investigating the case and discover a curious pattern that links the victims. But as the investigation progresses, they find themselves in a tangle with powerful enemies, and this time the danger is out of Twisted Wonderland. Yuu and her friends will have to fight against unknown forces to find answers and unravel the mystery before it's too late.❞

↳Notes: Crowly being sus, Trey not handling the loss well, Worried Grim, YUU TEAM CAPTAIN, Leona crumbles because we'll have a proper feast later, short chapter to warm up the next one, always read to the end.

「 Chapter 2: Don't show and tell 」

“Keep this secret, what you saw and heard here must not leave this room. But don't worry, your benevolent director will solve the mystery.”

The scary mask Crowley wore was useless as everyone knew what he meant.

I don't have the slightest idea what's going on. I can't do anything.

Automatically, Yuu felt her shoulders heave as she felt the director's golden orbs collide with her eyes, an unspoken command hit her in the chest.

If you don't fix this, it will be your fault.

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“Deuce! You fool! Not to put that!" Ace complained to the ex-delinquent switching the potions before he poured them into the cauldron

“Oi, Ace…you think I don't know what I'm doing huh?” the already irritated student shook hands in a sign of struggle

“We can't reset one more test, have you forgotten? It is to put fifteen quinzel crystals before boiling and not put quincker crystals afterwards. Yuu tell him!”

Blinking her eyes and turning back to the scene, the girl just monotonously scolded them without even knowing what they were fighting over for the millionth time. And honestly, she didn't care.

“Guys, please.”

Surprised, the boys looked at each other in surprise. Isn't she going to fight with us? So… they went back to sheltering uselessly.

“BAD DOGS”

Taking a few lessons from Crewel, the two quieted down and how puppies with their tails between their paws finished their potions properly was almost funny to watch. But Yuu didn't find it funny at all, nor did he notice when she received the grade, a nice 80/100, Riddle had helped her improve her grades. Her gaze stuck out the window, with thoughts that wandered between hypotheses and nowhere. She was still shocked by yesterday, she hadn't digested the situation as well as Carter, this one, hid his emotions from him for years, and as much as Riddle's situation was disturbing, it just swept more sand under the rug.

Time seemed crazy to the girl today, disconnected, in loopings, in vacuums, she didn't seem to have the notion of how time passed and when she blinked her eyes she was already in the most precious time for grim: the lunch break!

“Aah…henchman, aren't you going to eat?”

They had arrived early today, the line was short, the delicious snacks were hot and they didn't fight with anyone on the way! Everything that never happens to their beautiful bad luck is happening today! Luck is on our side today! What intrigues the feline monster the most is that…just today Yuu doesn't want to eat! As much as Grim considered the missing as a friend, he wasn't worried about the tyrant, he was worried about Yuu who didn't even look at the mouth-watering, tasty meat Ruggie brought them, at Leona's behest.

“I'm kinda not hungry.” with a calm and tired smile the girl smiled at her friends, who studied her form.

"You better eat Yuu, you looks pale." - the beastman friend of the group, Jack was the first to mention causing Grim to stop eating his tuna so quickly.

“Hechmaaaan, do you want to trade the tuna with me? The Great and Powerful Grim won't let his henchman go hungry! Enjoy the special treatment, I only do it for you!”

“Thanks Grim, they look delicious but…I'm not hungry right now. BUT so you don’t get worried, I’m going to drink this juice ok?”

Juice taken, Yuu changes the subject and changes to a more lively tone of voice trying to make them not insist anymore, she invented the excuse of going to prepare for flight training to be alone walking quickly to the bathroom, Grim accompanied her, along with with painful sequences of memories.

“What do you think it could be?”

“I don't know, I've never seen anything like it. It must have been something really strong to catch him off guard and leave him with…”

“Are you bored? Then you might as well study the laws of Queen of Hearts.” “What if we studied something else? I really wanted your opinion on this matter.”

-Hello? It's Yuu, all right senpai? -A-ahh Yuu, I need you to come to the dorm now!

“You are so mysterious, everyone is afraid of me, but not you. It's not like I'm accepting your ways or anything."

“There were no signs of violence on the body, no spell fighting, no signs of poisoning….”

"Let's settle this, guys."

If you don't fix this, it will be your fault.

Washing her face, Yuu hoped that the water from the tap would wash away her disorganized thoughts, just like her uniform that she wore without even paying attention, putting her left arm on her right and missing several buttons. Regretfully, she sighed heavily.

“Yuu-chan! I found you~” a heavy hand touches the girl's shoulder who screams as she recognizes the voice “Carter-senpai!!”

Pulling her into a hug, her senpai whispers coldly in her ear....

“You are not disguising yourself well, dear kouhai. I know it's sad, but you need to be strong. Its gonna be alright, okay?"

Oh yeah.

No one is to know what happens to Riddle.

Trey busied himself spreading the lie that Heartabell's dorm-leader had to return home indefinitely, and everyone knows that Riddle's mother is a woman not to be disputed, and everyone swallowed the sweet lies exclaiming the how nice the air would be without Riddle.

As sweet as his cakes were, Trey couldn't get the guilty bitterness out of his mouth. For the second time, he wasn't there for his childhood best friend when he needed him most. He locked himself in his office, amid papers and regrets.

"So let's go?" Returning to his usual spirit, the redhead kindly organized the girl's uniform without magic, which organized her thoughts, stifling them in some dark corner of her mind and, like Carter, putting on a beautiful mask, smiling and waving to the world.

“If you wanna ask for advice for flying you should ask Carter instead of me. He has a great sense of balance.”

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“Look look who arrived!” “About time!”

His friends were already waiting for them in the field, warming up and lining up brooms. As celebrities, the overboot destroyer girl, the magican freak, and the monster cat arrived on the field and were greeted by not only their friends, but some admirers as well.

“Hey Yuu! Here- Ace shouted waving to the girl who ran towards him. “Yuu, can I join you guys?” a beastman ounce stopped her on the way, he clearly didn't need help. Did you see those muscles? That agility? What do you want with us?

“Can I too?” ‘I’ll go along, I won’t be alone!

Ace complained to Deuce, with these unknown students wanting to steal Yuu's attention all to themselves.

But Ace wasn't the only heartbreaker who couldn't get a little piece of Yuu's attention, a certain second prince had followed the female figure with his gaze from the moment she touched foot on the field.

“Let's start!”- Vargas shouted manly and a whistle was blown

The theory given was the time for practice. While Vargas was checking group by group the evolution and flight of each one, the students who had already been released and those who were waiting were left loose in the wind, without having much to do.

Um, magical teens with magic brooms in their spare time. What can go wrong?

The group of 5, became 8, which became 13, which became 20 and when Yuu saw it there was already a separate team to play some kind of tag game on these brooms. It was a mixture of elements of the famous spell drive with children's games

"Get him Epel!"- Yuu, the captain of the team, shouted to the spell drive player, he certainly knows the techniques to catch the jaguar that stole the ball from them. “I will now!!” the lilac-haired one flew fast and high, trying to reach an Octaville student who was using his reflexes to throw the ball far to a cat beastman

"Deuce! Cat!" commanded the girl, guarding the goal, next to Grim who held on with all his strength to the broom. For those who didn't eat anything it's pretty excited, huh, mentally Grim had already pushed Yuu off the broom because he did know how to score the goal..his words.

With all the speed and breath he had, Deuce flew quickly towards the beastman cat, this one with such agility escaped from all the ambushes that the ex-delinquent tried to take him, the ball seemed to enjoy being on the rival team.

We gonna loose.

“Ace, come over here!” Yuu was famous for having unpredictable actions and making a substitution in the middle of the game, changing from goalkeeper to striker, was something..different.

With Trappola in her place and Grimm at her back, Yuu identifies where the ball is. A jaguar is staring at her, he's the only one who noticed that she's going to play defensively now, exchanging defiant smiles the girl starts moving so diligently and fleetingly dodging her opponents and heading towards the ball, that Grim starts to dig its claws into its back like a scared cat that refuses to go to the vet.

“We will win, minion!” but he still supported her.

The sight of an unbridled flash chasing the ball was seen and heard on the field, the jaguar was good, ambitious to get the ball into the goal, but Yuu was quick, determined to win the game. The two literally played like cat and dog, cat and mouse and—- ohhh by the seven!

By changing strategy, Yuu “disappears” from the jaguar's field of vision, attacking from below and stealing the ball from him! And the opposing students chase her, she, who just flies higher and higher and faster, making sudden turns and then gaining space and angle for the much desired goal.

We will win.

Utilizing the same technique that Yuu used, a Scarabia student steals the ball from under Yuu causing her to lose her balance and fall off her broom.

“AAAAAAH!!””

With the world spinning and already out of air, it looked like Yuu's friends wouldn't catch her in time.

“HENCHMAAN!” “YUU!” “KANKANTOU-CHAN!”

The higher the top, the greater the fall. How ironic.

Before she fell to the hard floor, strong arms rescued her and held her in bridal style, trapping into a strong, warm chest.

Leona holds the girl in his arms, both breathing fast with adrenaline. Hearts beating so fast. He traces his fingers gently across the girl's soft cheek, and taking advantage of having saved her from a big fall, he uses it as an excuse to hold her closer, for longer, sinking his nose into the girl's neck, who even stunned felt they were going down.

Even as she touched the ground, Leona was too caught up in this moment, in the touch and the opportunity to get her closer.

“Aah, Leona… I'm fine now, thanks.” light pats were given to bring the lion out of his trance, who, when he realized that his annoying friends were approaching, dropped Yuu carefully to the ground, checking for any other injuries.

"Be careful." the forcefully angry voice did not reach Yuu's ears, still dizzy from the fall, she did not notice that Leona was running her hand through her hair, stroking it—putting the strands in place. Her hair was all messed up from the wind ok?

Stupid Herbivore

Yuu thanked the leader of the beasts' dormitory, apologizing for the inconvenience and running back to her friends, who were anxiously waiting for a new match. Except for Grim, who groaned at the strong scent of lion on his friend's uniform.

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[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 3

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: The next day

Location: At 'AIIE', the fourth experiment facility, known as "CRADLE"

Tomoya: “Welcome! To the AIIE project’s fourth experiment facility, also known as CRADLE!”

Hajime: “Fufu, we are your Guide Robots, and we will be showing you around ♪”[1]

Koga: Huhh? Don’t suddenly start spewin’ nonsense terms, this ain’t a sci-fi movie ya know?

More importantly. What the hell you doin’ here, Ra*bits?

Tomoya: “Ah, we aren’t Ra*bits!”

Hajime: “We have been created for the AIIE project, or more specifically, we are AI idols!”

Koga: ...? ...?

Adonis: Are you really— are you really not Mashiro and Shino? Or are you just playing a part?

Tomoya: “Yep, we aren’t real!”

Hajime: “We have no affiliation with any real person or organisation!”

Koga: No connection, huh… Is that okay? Did you get permission from the real people t’do this?

Rei: Fumu. This isn’t meant to be me playing the old man character, I’m honestly just commenting plainly but - technology has advanced in leaps and bounds. Honestly, I really can’t keep up.

So these Mashiro-kun and Shino-kun lookalikes are rather peculiar. I suppose this beautiful scenery we’re seeing is also an illusion?

Kaoru: I feel like we're being conned. This place is supposed to be indoors, yet opening this ‘door’ reveals a gorgeous view with the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Adonis: This is what is called VR, or virtual reality. Via the contact lenses fitted in our eyes, we can see a reality that doesn’t actually exist.

Since we don’t know exactly where the walls and boundaries are, it's best if we do not move around too much.

Rei: Ah, ouchie!? I hit my head!

Kaoru: You alright, old man~...?

Rei: Mhm… From the outside, this building looked rather spacious but the reality is that it’s probably only the size of a school gymnasium.

As Adonis-kun quite rightly said, we should keep jumping and skipping around to a minimum.

Koga: You guys have bigger bodies than me so watch yourselves, alright?

Kaoru: Fufu. That’s why if you line us all up, Koga-kun’s only a wee little thing. The fans love it, they’re like “ooooh he’s so cute.”

Koga: HaaA? It might make you feel happy, but it don’t me. Feels like I’m bein’ made fun of, it’s uncomfortable.

You enjoy playin’ around with other people’s inferiority complexes for fun, dontcha?

Rei: Kukuku. What’s more important, we weren’t called out here to stand around, but what is it that we’re supposed to be doing?

The fact that we have answered our agency about this AIIE thingamabob is wonderful, but they still haven’t explained anything to us in any great amount of detail.

Hajime: “We will explain!”

Tomoya: “That’s what we’re here for!”

“The AIIE project, as the name suggests, is a project to ‘manufacture’ idols!”

Koga: This smells super fishy.

Rei: This is the kind of thing Tenshouin-kun would enjoy.

Though that is mere speculation. He’s probably taking advantage of this by being a sponsor of some sort.

Kaoru: Well, isn’t that kinda better than being involved in a shady private business’ experiment that you know nothing about?

Rei: I suppose so… Anyhow, I’m struggling to understand. What is an artificial idol? What does it do?

Hajime: “We can answer that!”

Tomoya: “We are your Guide Robots, and that’s our job!”

Rei: Well, as you’re not the real Ra*bits, I can take a guess as to what artificial idols do–

Hajime: “Yes. As we mentioned earlier, we are artificial idols created for the AIIE project.”

Tomoya: “To give a brief explanation, we are idols created in the image of real idols, copies so to speak.”

Hajime: “This involves copying the physical aspects of pre-existing idols and pasting them onto robots, and, using AI, we can replicate accurate speech patterns and behaviour.”

Tomoya: “So at a glance, we are the exact same as the real idols.”

Hajime: “Although with the current technology, it is not possible to create exact copies, therefore the result will be similar but not perfect.”

Tomoya: “With your cooperation, we can continue to experiment and improve our technology until we can even copy your fans.”

“—Soon, we will be able to create perfect replicas of your parents and siblings!”

[ ☆ ]

these 'versions' of tomoya and hajime speak in keigo, which is fancy fancy speak. it's what ibara speaks in, though unrelated to ibara. just an example!

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

[thewickedbohemian]

Thoughts on a show CBS should make room for and its perfect "roommate"

So Help Me Todd

In medias res so in medias I can barely follow

Okay so why is Beverly in France

I would take that as a Tyle tease if they didn't both have a date

Lylex, please, not in that much public

Todd, Lyle can hear you

And yet again with thing I interpret as metaphor for show's issues, this time Susan's career (#savesohelpmetodd #renewsohelpmetodd #wrongdecisionCBS #makeroomforsohelpmetodd)

Oh hi Gus Oh hi three patterns at once

That's a little too-suspiciously suspicious

Todd being all ADHD again

Of course the burner plays Pokemon music

Todd got punked, of course

And Todd gets revenge via emotional manipulation and a whole lot of donuts

Susan totally looking like more Margaret's daughter than Allison

generation wars, girl athletes who sound like walking TikToks and sus tennis coaches, did the writers of Elsbeth write this

And the prank war's still on

Wow, Judy cleans up nice

Way to be subtle Todd and isn't those distractions suspicious

Ok, Alex isn't Alex, and my hopes for a potential S3 involving a Lyle/Todd/Judy triangle similar to the Leverage and Librarians OT3s just went up

To be fair Todd kinda deserved getting got by his own prank after the glue

More proof SHMT and Elsbeth are meant to be together, yet another "Ball Girl" (Elsbeth S1E5) reference with Margaret playing tennis in astrobrite pink

Of course parking tickets tipped off Lyle

Judy's turned on by detecting ;)

Margaret/Gus = Tyle parallel?

was she supposed to be the one who got glitterbombed (I'm surprised she didn't forcibly shut down their prank war)

And so a trap is laid

Susan seems like yet another "kid" of Margaret's she has to save

Spontaneous date night go

So Alex isn't even Mabel and I have a crazy idea for how we get CBS to get this back if the two remaining episodes of the season don't contradict this; we have the real her join the ensemble of one of the FBIs linking SHMT to that universe without diluting it

Elsbeth

controlling parents, creepy bosses and people not being who they seem, I guess this is a dual-way parallel

could the dance guy be more obviously gay

Another dumb Elsbeth murderer, the tape makes it not look like an accident

Of course she found the cake

I love the throughline of the murders mirroring her adapting to New York

Convenient sus affair is sus

Please tell me those fleeting mentions of Fosse and Broadway aren't all that count as our Broadway-reference-of-the-episode

What is Elsbeth wearing?

So not gay just Extra^TM

Of course Elsbeth wants to learn that Chicago dance

even more SHMT flashbacks as Kaya whose side are you playing

For half a second I thought they were going to pretend to be lesbians and this was going to be SVU with Benson and Rollins at the fertility clinic all over again

Having a bit too much fun with the golf cart are we, I'd be the same if I could drive worth a darn

Oh so that's where the tape went

I know it's not the exact one but it's more than just rainbow; Elsbeth looks like she's wearing Riley's sweater from Inside Out

Yoda are we quoting?

Please don't ADHD out near the dangerous things in the kitchen

Dissolves in water, huh...

Time for a science lesson

Oh so there's the Hot Honey Rag, I was worried we weren't going to get a proper Broadway reference (and now I'm wondering how Carrie Preston's singing voice is as Elsbeth could totally pull off a Psych-esque musical episode just like SHMT)

Elsbeth's place is just so Elsbeth and there's everyone from previous episodes who didn't turn out to be a murderer and I think the intern chick and hip hop tour guide are going to be a thing (and fingers crossed these people show up in more episodes that didn't just spotlight them)

Uh oh here comes the captain and now things are getting as whose-side-are-you-on as they are for Susan on SHMT

[bestworstcase]

Dammit, Tumblr ate my post, so I'll just get to the point:

I think Tyrian is part of the pattern of Faunus antagonists, in that he's the one who basically SNAPPED completely under the weight of discrimination and the idea that the world would never see him as anything except being evil.

This differs from other Faunus in that Tyrian likely would have been discriminated worse due to being an explicitly scary looking Faunus, having a scorpion tail that can double as a lethal weapon. He's also far too intelligent and erudite to just be a crazy person, which would only further highlight just how much discrimination brought out the worst in him. Adding in the fact that he seems to also have hailed from Mantle or Atlas (seriously, all the fucked up people seem to come from there), that'd only add an extra layer of misery on top of things.

Furthermore, given that his allegory is the story "The Scorpion and the Frog", it wouldn't be beyond RWBY to dissect the original intent of the story (namely that a monstrous person is always a monster who will backstab you because it's in their nature) with Tyrian. In RWBY's case, it's plainly made clear that NO ONE is born a monster, or remains a monster unless they are either forced to, or they CHOOSE to. Thus Tyrian cannot be innately a monster; he had to BECOME a monster.

And given all of the factors above, I think Tyrian just eventually broke so utterly that he'd rather burn everything to the ground than even bother to try to fix anything. Embrace being the monster completely and laugh in the face of everyone who thought nothing would come of it, that they'd suffer no consequences for harming him.

And Salem is his goddess because not only did she save him, but she also seemed to have an overarching goal that would allow him to exact his revenge, and laugh at the world as it burns. It also ties in well with his final location being Vacuo, given the theme of destruction.

But if Salem ISN'T that person he thinks she is, and the narrative reveals it as such...

I think he's gonna absolutely LOSE it. Because he sees no value in caring about a world that hates him, a world that he's dedicated every fiber of his being into despising in return.

...Dammit, I have some other thoughts about how this all ties back into the themes of the series, about systemic problems being the source of the true issues as opposed to being put on Salem alone, how this ties into his relationships with the other members of Salem's inner circle, but I've completely forgotten what it was after Tumblr ate my post.

tin hats ON!

so one aspect of the dynamic between salem and tyrian that has really interested me for a while is the possibility that she might legitimately be the ‘god of animals’, and if not the literal creator of the faunus then at least someone who became conflated with that entity in myth. i think there are a… suspicious number of circumstantial details to suggest this, among them:

- the close similarities between both faunus origin myths and parts of salem’s history (judgement and transformation by a stern god who seeks to enforce order, and subsequent persecution on the basis of a perceived connection to the grimm; transformation by willing submersion in a pool of magical water provided by a capricious, ambiguous god, followed by ostracism by humankind who resent the new faunus for being a reminder of what humans “could never be” <- weirdly coincidental phrasing there huh)

- parallelism in the lost fable of faunus persecution (strange creatures locked in cages etc) and salem’s apparent ostracism (living alone in the wilds among beasts and monsters <- tempting to read “beasts” as a euphemism for faunus here in light of the WOR faunus episode’s insinuation that faunus are traditionally seen as a halfway point between humans and grimm + WOR grimm episode noting that grimm historically were seen as demonically-corrupted animals)

- salem’s interest in recruiting sienna khan (a principled revolutionary) rather than support adam’s (an useful egomaniac) coup, and her choice to send hazel—by a wide margin the most dependably non-violent and reasonable of her inner circle—to make this pitch; especially in light of her conspicuous disinterest in attacking menagerie.

- and by the same token, the surprising non-presence of grimm in menagerie throughout V4-5, to the point that after arriving on the island itself blake does not encounter a single grimm until V6. likewise, the white fang being able to just fly grimm up to beacon and amity right alongside their own fighters. there’s… a genuine textual case to be made that grimm don’t hunt faunus the way they hunt humans?

- “your grace” is the style of address used for the chieftain of menagerie; salem’s disciples—most consistently tyrian—also sometimes address her this way, suggesting a possible connection to faunus culture in that “your grace” implicitly styles her as equivalent to the ruler of a faunus kingdom.

- and, notice how both faunus origin myths overtly and pointedly refute the cultural association of grimm with faunus? (judgment by explicitly labeling the belief that faunus lure grimm to attack human settlements as narrow-minded bigotry, and shallow sea by repeatedly bringing up the grimm for no other reason than to stress that the grimm really, absolutely, definitely DO NOT have anything to do with this story, we promise, stop asking.) if at one point the god of animals was explicitly identified as salem—as an immortal grimm-faunus lady with immense magical power, you know, maybe a “terrifying sorceress who commanded dark powers in the wilds among the beasts and monsters”—well, the cultural pressure that would drive faunus myth away from that identification is… obvious. if faunus historically embraced their cultural adjacency to the grimm because their god was a grimm herself, then the shift toward seeking full equal participation and integration into human civilization would have necessitated a concurrent rejection of the mythical closeness to the grimm and obfuscation of the precise nature of their god.

i think reading the story this way is really fun because it adds a neat layer to the narrative use of grimm as a symbol of faunus persecution—consider how things like blake miserably seeing herself in the grimm statue when she takes off her bow for the first time, or the white fang choosing to “don the faces of monsters” to rebuke humanity for “want[ing] to make monsters out of us” land differently if read against a historical context of faunus having to purge the grimm from their own religious traditions in order to seek acceptance from humankind and those older, deliberately obscured traditions lingering as pernicious, bigoted stereotypes. (particularly if the grimm really don’t hunt faunus—that would have given ancient faunus an extremely different cultural relationship to the grimm than what humans had, one of coexistence rather than existential conflict.)

*deep breath*

so getting back to TYRIAN

one idea that’s been sort of cooking in my brain for the last few months is, maybe there’s more to tyrian’s intense religiosity than simple nihilistic devotion. as you say, he’s erudite and remarkably perceptive* in a way that feels suggestive of either education or just being fairly well-read. that he gets along so well with watts also, i think, lightly supports this simply because i don’t think watts would be friendly with someone he couldn’t have intellectually-stimulating conversations with.

(*although i do want to firmly push back on the implication that “crazy” people can’t also be intelligent, well-spoken, or well-educated; psychosis, personality disorders, etc, the kind of mental illnesses that get categorized into the tyrian stereotype, all occur across the full spectrum of human intelligence and, likewise, aren’t Evil Serial Killer Disease and occur across the full spectrum of human morality).

i actually don’t get the impression he was from mantle or atlas; prior to joining salem he was a serial killer linked to a spate of murders and numerous other violent crimes across anima, and his file references a mistrali huntsman (f. pickerel) who spearheaded his arrest and was subsequently removed from the atlesian transport team for “failing to cooperate” after atlas personnel rejected his request for additional units to secure the transport. reading between the lines, it seems like pickerel was on tyrian’s trail for a while and knew what he was capable of, but the atlas military brushed him off. atlesian exceptionalism strikes again.

that does raise the question of why atlas was involved at all in the arrest and prosecution of a mistrali serial killer (one presumes he was being transported to atlas to stand trial), but… the same thing happens to torchwick after his arrest in V2; the vale council hands him over into ironwood’s custody, essentially outsourcing vale’s jurisdiction to atlas. it’s not outrageous to conclude this might be a common practice throughout the four kingdoms, with atlas serving as the de facto criminal justice system for mistral, vale, and maybe even vacuo too. (which: gck!)

anyway, all that to say, if tyrian isn’t outright from mistral (or an independent animan settlement), he at least seems to have lived there for a considerable portion of his life. if that’s the case, his apparent formal education and mistral’s reputation for being the worst of the four kingdoms on faunus rights together might suggest that tyrian received his education from a *faunus* institution—maybe in menagerie, maybe in whatever part of anima is home to the white fang’s secluded headquarters.

remember, the white fang has been around for a long time, but the aggressive revolutionary tactics sienna brought to the organization are a fairly new development as of the time of the show; she only took over five years ago. before that, under ghira’s leadership, the white fang focused instead on public protests and political advocacy… so while the narrative is light on the details (and this is very much getting into headcanon territory) two or three decades ago when tyrian was young and the white fang’s strategic approach prioritized uplifting faunus while critiquing discriminatory laws and practices (in contrast to sienna’s approach of direct action against the corporate apparatus of systemic discrimination), i don’t think it’s much of a stretch for the white fang to have been running or funding things like schools for faunus children who were unable to access human educational institutions; or alternatively, if tyrian was born *before* the faunus revolution (which is possible! we don’t know exactly how long ago it happened, only that it was after the great war!), any education he got would have had to be received from other faunus, because the legal right for faunus to attend human schools likely didn’t even *exist* yet.

either way, the possibility of tyrian having received, basically, an education grounded in classical faunus pedagogy (or perhaps less formally, just growing up soaking in faunus folklore and myth, the “didn’t get to go to school but devoured a bajillion books as a child” case) is. really fascinating to me in combination with the possibility that 1. salem might literally BE the god of animals and therefore 2. to someone with a thorough knowledge of ancient faunus folklore and religious tradition, salem might be immediately identifiable as such.

like… it brings such an interesting context to tyrian’s beliefs about salem to read him as, like, a faunus who grew up suffering brutal persecution in mistral but also deeply immersed in the ancient half-forgotten classics of his people. and there’s got to be, like, if you’re a person who is treated with endless hatred and cruelty on the grounds of an integral and immovable facet of your identity, and you try to cope with that by digging deeper and deeper into the past of your heritage, and eventually you start to unearth the really old myths from before your people began to seek acceptance from the same group that still viciously persecutes you thousands of years later… and those myths identify your people with the grimm in a positive way, perhaps even portraying the grimm as protectors of your people (imagine how ancient faunus might have perceived the grimm if the grimm mostly left faunus alone, but continuously and relentlessly attacked the humans who enslaved faunus and hunted them for sport)… you see where i’m going with this, yeah?

even if ancient faunus just wanted humans to leave them ALONE—which does seem likely, given how the shallow sea ends with the god of animals banishing humans from the homeland of their chosen people; i do get the impression that at one time in history the faunus didn’t really *want* to be equal participants in human society so much as they wanted humans to stop tearing down the societies they built for themselves—even if the ideal behind those ancient myths was simply to have a faunus society that could exist in peace, separate from human society, if you’re a modern-day faunus living out the consequences of a cultural shift away from that ideal and toward an ideal of equal status *within* human societies that are violently opposed to giving faunus equal status to humans…

…and if you’ve also, by virtue of growing up in human society, engulfed in the modern view—originally human but long since embraced by faunus too—that grimm are mindless, evil beings who crave the absolute destruction of mankind…

…like the reactionary leap to “our ancestors had it right, the grimm are our true kindred, but they didn’t go FAR ENOUGH!!” does seem. like it’s right THERE, you know? “we rejected the grimm to beg for acceptance from the humans and look where that got us; we should bring back the old ways and embrace annihilation”—and like yeah maybe tyrian just cracked so hard he landed on apocalyptic nihilism all on his own, but if you take as possibilities 1. a long-ago historical period in faunus culture when grimm were portrayed in a positive or even just neutral light, and 2. tyrian being well-read enough and interested in faunus religious history enough to be familiar with that tradition, the steps that get him into unhinged serial killer territory start to feel downright intuitive—and his immediate, overwhelming devotion to salem as his goddess then acquires all this fascinating context of like, in his mind he has Discovered the Truth about his own nature, this ancient long-obscured kinship between faunus and grimm, and rather than question the modern cultural belief that grimm Exist Solely To Kill Humans he has instead decided that this means he also Exists Solely To Kill Humans; and then he’s caught and handed over to the atlesian military aaand then the faunus goddess of those ancient myths leads a giant swarm of grimm to literally rip the prison transport apart to free him.

(it’s also hysterical from salem’s perspective. pov this serial killer decided to worship you on the basis of his wild misinterpretation of half-forgotten myths dating back to your miserable hermit era. he’s fantasizing about the blood-soaked good old days and she’s remembering that time she took a ten-year-long depression nap in a cave somewhere gsfksb)

anyway—it remains to be seen whether 1. any of this speculation is correct and 2. the narrative intends to explore it deeply if so, but this is, loosely, where my thoughts re: tyrian alluding to the scorpion tend to settle. the moral of “the scorpion and the frog” is something along the lines that evil people cannot help but hurt others, even to their own detriment, because to be evil is in their nature; but that is not the only variant of this story, and in one of its probable precursors, “the scorpion and the turtle,” the moral is actually this: “truly have the sages said that to cherish a base character is to give one's honor to the wind, and to involve one's own self in embarrassment.” in other words, the turtle—who is not killed by the sting, being protected by his shell—refutes the scorpion’s assertion that “my nature instigates me to sting” and suggests that the scorpion has, by acting as though he is no more than his basest instincts, simply made a fool of himself. the implicit suggestion here is that the scorpion could have chosen not to sting and is using his “nature” as an excuse to act on his every whim, good or bad.

which… aligns quite well with how i read tyrian and this. constellation of theories + headcanon regarding the grimm and the faunus and salem herself, the through line from tyrian finding comfort in these old stories and slowly leading himself down the path to believing it’s his nature and his purpose to kill humans and the eventual escalation to his present desire for pure annihilation. he isn’t acting out his true nature so much as he constructed an idea of what his nature is and then embraced it fatalistically as the truth; and while he killed his frog (pickerel), rwby has also quietly set the stage for tyrian to meet his turtle—the invulnerable friend who sees the truth behind his “irresistible nature” (and in some versions, retaliates by drowning the scorpion).

it’s salem. it’s salem. if tyrian dies i’m positive it’ll be by salem’s hand, and if he doesn’t i think it will have to be because she chooses to spare him; this:

is foreshadowing! this is what happens when salem doesn’t indulge the religious fanaticism! tyrian is at all times one ideological rebuke away from snapping and directing all of that pent-up rage and hatred at SALEM, and if salem’s decision to toss a beowolf at him after simply declining to forgive his failure is any indication, i think she knows that perfectly well. she’s carrying the scorpion across the river knowing that she’s going to get stung, inevitably, the instant his beliefs come into contact with reality, but he might as well try to sting a rock for all the harm it will do to her.

and then she either snaps his neck or does her thing of Being Immortal at him until he keels over from exhaustion and maybe becomes receptive to whatever she has to say—the former seems likelier by a wide margin but it’s also hard to predict what salem’s going to be like on the other side of the villain -> hero arc, which will necessarily involve her becoming less of a mirror, because it’s difficult to parse where she ends and the performance begins.

something of a final tangent, but there’s also a performative element to tyrian’s cackling lunatic behavior that i find really interesting; the mask slips a bit whenever somebody refuses to participate in the game. we see this most clearly during the fight with qrow in V4, when qrow just. decks him and tyrian is like:

tyrian is absurdly strong (i think he’s the only character we’ve ever seen tank a charged-up hit from nora? she knocks hazel clean through a wall and across a courtyard and tyrian just. blocks that. with his TAIL.) but he’s also… sloppy, undisciplined, and he relies on his unhinged, chaotic, creepy demeanor to compensate for that by throwing his opponents off their game. i don’t think this is a conscious tactic of his, but on some level he fights with the expectation that his enemies are going to be too freaked out to really hurt him. and then while he’s having a grand time toying with ruby by deflecting her bullets with his tail, qrow just fucking. cold-clocks him and then kicks him away. and he doesn’t know what to do! he’s so rattled that he can’t even DO ANYTHING except huddle there and stare while qrow casually walks past him to retrieve harbinger. qrow goes off-script and that *terrifies* him.

(and he pays this back in V7 by setting up the confrontation with clover and pushing qrow juuust enough to get that intense focus qrow always has when he fights to slip, and then stabbing clover in the back the minute qrow got distracted. it’s settling the score by taking away the thing that gave qrow this power over tyrian the first time they fought.)

i think this could be an interesting thing for rwby to dig into, with tyrian, during the vacuo arc. he’s kind of a one trick pony; he’s great at being a violent fanatical nutjob but as soon as he’s cornered out of that role—as soon as he has to deal with someone who doesn’t give a fuck—he kind of just. locks up. and now he’s in spearheading the campaign in vacuo, a country whose people pride themselves on not giving a fuck. so between that and his general… lack of any leadership skills to speak of and the difficulty he seems to have with adapting/improvising away from a plan as the situation changes, vacuo is, i think, not going to be very fun for him. especially if salem stops in vale first en route to vacuo.

[pocketramblr]

Don't try to lie to Adolin he knows you better than that oh come on

[polyghostfacehours]

IMAGINE GOING ON A NATURE WALK WITH BILLY AND TAKING SPOOKY PICTURES (+ Stu dressing up as a cryptid for added spooks in some of them)

OKAY INSPO TIME. I modified this a lil tho, hope you dont mind!

This can be read as either platonic or romantic

TW: Unhealthy friendship/relationship dynamics. Dark implications. Blood. The term "ladies first" is mentioned but can be interpreted as jokingly/condescendingly if male or GN!Reader. Su!cide Joke.

Halloween - poly!Ghostface x Reader:

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CLICK

The sound of Billy's camera echoed along the trees of the foggy forest, it's lens pointing at the murky gray depths of the lake you three usually frequented during the summer time.

You rest your face in your hands from your spot on the log, a towel draped on rotting wood in hopes of preventing your costume soaking in the moisture. You're lost in thought, buzz of cicadas in the air lulling you as you stare out at the waters. A groan rattles you from your reverie, and you blink towards the blond standing not too far from you.

"Billy, come oooon man." Stu whines as he traces patterns into the dirt with the stick he's holding "We've been here like, an hour. If we don't leave soon I'm gonna fuckin -Ccckkk - off myself." The blond sticks his tongue out dramatically as he performs a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat.

"Shut up Stu." Billy says, adjusting some setting on his camera, lifting it up again to take another series of pictures, not even bothering to look up and acknowledge the faux-offended gasp leaving Stu's mouth.

You smirk. "Do it. A corpse would just add to the atmosphere." The dark joke leaves your mouth teasingly, and you stick your tongue out at Stu as he flips you off with a grin before turning back to Billy, waving his stick like a wizard as he speaks.

"Look, man. I'm a growing boy. This right here?" He taps his temple. "Needs stimulation. Prefrontal Cortex development and aaaall that good stuff. You don't want me to grow up a stunted adult, right?"

Billy finally turns around to give him an unimpressed look before allowing a small smirk to grave his features. "Too late. That happened when mom and pops stopped hugging you."

You snicker and Stu pouts.

"Damn man. Is it Ouch-o-ween or what?" He grumbles before something catches your eye.

"Hey Stu, what's that?"

Stu's blue eyes look down to where yours are trained, and he squints before crouching down and poking the bumpy, rather moist looking thing with his stick. He moves the moss and a sharp grin pulls at his lips, mirth dancing in his eyes as he turns his head to you.

"Dead frog."

You blink. "You didn't kill it did you?"

"What? Noooo, I'm not some kind of monster Y/n." Something dark flashes in his eyes as he says those words, something that make an uncomfortable feeling pit in your stomach. It disappears almost as quickly as it comes, and Stu shrugs. "It was already dead. Probs starvation, since this place is also DEAD." Stu shouts that last word with an emphasis, startling both you and Billy as his voice reverberates along the trees. Stu chuckles at your reactions. Another poke and the stick almost breaks the rough skin of the frogs back.

"Let me see. Hey - don't fuck it up, stop poking it." Billy's speaks as he begins walking to where Stu stands with his camera in tow, not at all bothered by the mud tracking the boots of his Michael Myers costume.

An idea strikes you as you too make your way over to the two boys.

"Hey Stu, gimme that stick for a second!"

He hands it to you, and you get to work, the patterns and symbols etched in your mind being transferred onto the dirt as you encircle the frog with macabre sketches. Stu's eyes brim with mischievousness and curiosity in equal measure, and Billy's eyes mirror them.

"Aaaaand." You poke your tongue out the side of your mouth as you put the finishing touches "There! Pretty cool huh? Saw it in some cheap giallo film." You puff up your chest proudly as the two boys take in the pentagram and demonic symbols that now had the dead, rotting frog within it's center.

"Doooope. Looks like you got it, heh, dead-on." Stu cackles with his tongue out as you roll your eyes playfully. Billy gives you an impressed look as he tilts his head at different angles. He lifts his camera up, but hesitates and brings it down before locking eyes with you both.

"it's good. But...missing something." He says, and a shadow flickers in his eyes, one that had you hold back a shudder.

"What?"

Your breath hitches, and you hear Stu's does too, as Billy reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Buck 120. He unsheathes it, and his eyes dart between you and Stu's faces.

"Blood. For a little, hmm. Ambiance." He pauses. "You two in?"

You and Stu look at one another and you notice the excitement in his blues, pupil almost obscuring the sky-like color. You know immediately what his answer will be, and you pass your tongue over your drying lips as Billy looks at you both expectantly.

You nod at the same time that Stu confirms his participation with a loud quip that you don't register. All you can focus on is the steel that flashes with every subtle movement of Billy's hand. Something catches in your breath, tight and uncomfortable, as Billy opens his free hand towards you with a smirk.

"Ladies first."

You swallow the lump and nod, eyes squeezing closed as Billy's warm hand wraps around your wrist. He notices this and, in an almost soothing, very-not-Billy way, he gently runs his thumb against your wrist's pulse soothingly before bringing the knife to your arm.

As the sharp blade nicks your skin, you feel warm, and a brief fire lights in your veins as blood drips out of you slowly like water. it dribbles onto the frog, it's body as silent as the air around you as all your eyes train on your blood with bated breath. After a few large drops, you pull your arm away, putting pressure on the cut and hissing as it stings.

A grin that looks jagged stretches Billy's lips, and he lifts his eyebrows playfully as he now looks at Stu. Stu gives a nervous grin back, and it almost seemed like he was scared of Billy having a knife, but any trepidation seemingly disappears as he holds out his arm with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

"My turn!"

Billy chuckles, and does the same to Stu that he did to you, earning a hiss from the taller man as life leaves his veins in a thin stream. The two lock eyes as Stu clenches his jaw and Billy's eyes brim in excitement. They break this contact when Stu pulls away, gripping his own wound as best as he can, using the apron from his Bubba Sawyer costume to stall the blood flow further.

Billy sheathes the knife as you and Stu grip at your arms, placing it away as his hands once again grab his camera and lifting it to his face.

"Wait. What about you?" You ask, confusion marring your features, and Stu raises his eyes from his still bleeding arm to also give Billy a questioning glance.

Billy lowers the camera briefly, and a blank expression paints his face as he stares down at the frog and gives a nonchalant shrug.

"There's already enough blood."

You both look down and see that he's right. Red dribbled down green-gray skin and seeped into the dirt around it, trailing outwards in a way that looked like it was reaching for something.

You and Stu's blood painted the perfect picture for Billy.

He brings the camera to his face once more and the shudder sounds louder than it is as he takes a myriad of pictures. Come to think of it...this forest seems a lot more spacious than you remember it was back in the summer. The opposite of claustrophobia encases your heart.

Stu gives a shaky smile to the both of you, and you and Billy return it with varying levels of steadiness. Your mouth moves before you can stop it, earning a chuckle from Billy and a loud cackle from Stu.

"Happy Halloween."

[rotshop]

hiii welcome to me writing for me myself and i <3 werewolf reader n hank bc i said so <3333 takes place pre-madness for the most part with only a little bit at the end otherwise

[ tw violence , body horror (esp. bone related) , murder talk , references to mp1 (+ other first few episodes) at the end ]

-you two had been partners LONG before the red sky, seemingly always have been by one anothers side. at first, he didn't really see you as much more than 'weird kid who bothers me.' you were just someone in his classes that didn't really talk to anyone or go out of your comfort zone in general- much like himself. they didn't know why you'd initially approached them, only that you'd leaned over their shoulder to look at what they'd been drawing.

"Cat person, huh?" You'd chimed. It was less a question and more of a verbal observation. Just something you'd noticed and decided to speak aloud.

They'd given you a short glance, looking for any sort of mocking or planned malice in your expression. You returned a patient, blank one of your own. They'd shrugged. You smiled at their wordless response, "You're good at drawing them. What's your name?"

There'd been a short pause as he'd considered his options here. He really wasn't planning to get to know anybody, most people were too put off by his lack of speech and he didn't like always having to come up with something to say. You'd never been especially loud, though, only really speaking when called on or otherwise had to. Come to think of it, this was really the first time he could remember seeing you go out of your way to talk to anyone. Why you chose them of all people was beyond them, but they'd grow to appreciate it.

Sure, he could just lie and hope you'd go away. Sure, that would be a guaranteed silence. However, they weren't too sure they entirely wanted you gone. So, rather than go with an easy route out, they'd answered.

"Hank."

-It was a quick friendship that he hadn't been expecting. You weren't constantly together at first, moreso just talking every now and then. It'd started as a comfort when it came to group projects, not having to worry about talking to anyone new or really talk much at all. Then you'd stay with him at lunch, eventually showing him some corner you'd always go hide off at in the past to get away from all the noise.

-They'd found familiarity in most of your mannerisms, making way for some sort of personal connection. You didn't like being looked at, you didn't like loud noises, and you didn't like being around many people. He didn't know when he'd started making some kind of an effort to help you out, only that he'd made a habit of closing doors or setting things down softer. In the same breadth, you would talk or clarify for him when needed, you'd make a point of giving him personal space unless he'd said you could do otherwise, and you did your best to try and make sure your voice was quiet.

-They'd found themself much more comfortable with you than they thought they'd be as the years went on. You'd invite them over to watch horror movies and eat whatever sounded the best, usually ending in one or both of you falling asleep on the couch. (It was rarely ever an issue for them. They'd long since gotten used to you leaning on them and it was all too easy to pick you up. That was something you were particularly sour about, pouting when you could barely get them to budge when you tried to push them. You didn't seem as upset when it'd gotten a chuckle out of him.)

-There'd been no real pattern to the movies you watched, other than that a grand majority were horror related. You'd said you just liked them for how cheesy they could be, offering to change the movie only to get a relatively quick denyal. He'd later admitted he liked the bad jumpscares and the poor practical effects.

You'd been watching some bad film again that night, something about werewolves and a camp. You'd had your head against his shoulder while your eyes focused on the screen. They weren't sure why they'd gotten the urge to look over at you, excusing it as just wanting to see your reaction to whatever happened on screen. They were equally unsure why they'd instinctively tensed up as if to fight a flinch when you looked back at him.

"Something up?" You'd hummed, grinning a bit. They'd held their tongue for a good moment, unintentionally focusing on your teeth for a breath. They'd noticed early on in your friendship that you didn't exactly look like any one else he'd seen in that regard. Obviously, it wasn't something he was going to say anything about, not wanting to risk offense. They were far sharper than most's, your canines were far longer than his, curved outward in a way unique to you.

He'd finally shaken his head, satisfying your question enough that you'd just shrugged and looked back to the screen. He was glad you didn't pry any further than that, he was a little too focused on the teeth of the main monster in the movie. They did look awfully familiar, didn't they?

-Despite the casualness of it all, they were planned out on your part. Less in that you had any real itinerary those nights (you didn't at all, only a few vague ideas of what you could do) and more in that you were specific in when they'd happen. They'd never really noticed at first, helped by your variety of excuses that ranged from being busy with some sort of repetitive task to being sick, as well as the general distance between those restrictions. There was really only a handful of days you had some sort of limit on. He'd only really gotten a picture of it when you'd invited him into your room, you busying yourself with 'getting sorted' (shoving a few discarded shirts under your bed or tossing a water bottle in a random drawer) while he'd studied the calender you had hanging up.

There really wasn't much to note- a few project deadlines, notes here and there, and a few days you had crossed out. Those caught his eye, bearing a similar pattern when he'd glanced at the past month. One or two days were fully crossed out, then a few others had a dash through them.

"Full moon days," You'd spoken up. He'd looked back at you, only really registering you were talking to him when he'd found your gaze on him. You didn't clarify any further, not making any sort of move from where you stood or taking a breath to talk longer. That was all you had to say on the matter. He'd hummed in acknowledgement, straightening back up as he turned away from the calender. You had a curious look, something contemplative as you stared a bit longer. He'd made the move to snap you from your daze this time, walking forward to sit down on your bed.

"You really shouldn't keep so many drinks in here."

He'd leaned back against the wall as any tension disappeared from the moment, watching as you clicked your tongue before making your case. He didn't ask any further about it, even when you cancelled on those days again. You didn't give an excuse, he didn't ask for one.

-Eventually, you both graduated, deciding to move in with one another. You weren't exactly ready to be alone just yet and he could use the company. Nights spent watching slashers continued on, only really broken up by the steadily growing amount of times you'd fall asleep in one another's rooms. It was typically yours he'd fall asleep in after you passed out on top of him in the living room. They'd carry you to your room, you'd tug on their shirt or grab their hand after waking up from being set down, and they'd relent to lay down next to you. It wasn't something they minded, you ran warm and it felt more comfortable in your room anyway (He discarded the fact you had the same kind of mattress).

-it was the first time he'd ever really directly asked about the full moon thing, curious on if you'd go somewhere else for those days or if he should do something for you. You'd given it some thought, going quiet for a good few moments before eventually shrugging and saying you'd be ok, there were just two rules you had on those nights. Keep the curtains shut and give breathing space. They were plain enough, even if he didn't entirely understand it, he didn't want to dig any deeper. You'd never pried into his personal business and they were going to return that kindness. (They'd never said it aloud, but they were afraid to. They didn't want to push you too far and ruin your relationship. They were scared to lose you, and they didn't particularly enjoy the unfamiliar feeling.)

-you typically just stayed in your room those days, not leaving for very long. it could be worrying, but he trusted that you could handle yourself. (You'd always laugh a bit at his visible concern over the next day or so, him hanging around you awkwardly in some sort of silent 'hey im here if you need me.' You appreciated it, even if it could be a funny sight. You'd usually just ask for company.)

-It was less than a total fix for you, but you didn't want to scare him off at this point. Sure, he was an intimidating bastard, but at least he was just an ordinary grunt like everyone else. You didn't let yourself dwell on it too much, not wanting to rile yourself up over something that might never happen (if you were lucky, that is). Besides, it was easy to forget about when you were too busy fighting back sleep as you layed with him. Really, it was unfair just how quickly you'd pass out with the purring and weight of his arms around you combined.

-Of course, though, nobody's that lucky in Nevada. It was a stupid idea in retrospect, but you'd convinced yourself if you let yourself shift just once you could get through the month without feeling like your bones were about ready to rip through your skin. You were impressed by your own ability to stay quiet throughout the whole process, managing to get by with a few strained noises and hisses (sure, you'd done it a million times before, but nothing makes the sensation of bones shifting and skin shredding any easier). You'd been too busy focusing on your voice level to really consider just how loud cracking and popping of joints really would be when echoing in a room.

They'd always told themselves they would stay out of your room during these periods no matter what. They were obviously of great importance to you and you'd made the ground rules clear. However, they also had to make sure you were safe. Past times, you'd always turned out alright, even if you'd been cooped up in your room for a day or two. Those times though, it didn't sound like this. It was faint, just faint enough that he'd only really noticed it when he'd passed by your room. He'd stood there for a moment or two, still as a statue as he considered his options here. There was no clear way out, both having their own risks attributed to them. Eventually, with one last little snap, they threw caution to the wind and opened the door.

It took them a moment to adjust to the darkness in the room, the only real light source being the moonlight through the window. He could make out the outline of your bed and nightstand in it, along with something shuffling on the floor. A grand majority of his mind told him to move towards it, stopped only by the part that knew something wasn't right.

You were too exhausted to move, taking several long moments to notice he'd even entered the room, blood draining from your face when you noticed his gaze on you. Despite your body crying for the opposite, for just a moment longer of rest, you'd pushed yourself up with as much strength as you could muster. It was only enough to back up against the wall, lowering your head as you stared right back at him.

You didn't know what to do, where to even begin. You didn't know if you could find your voice- it was hard enough to speak when you were in this form, but when you were panicking this much? It might've been impossible to make any coherent sound. Maybe you could try and run past him, leave and come back tomorrow and say that a wolf got in your room and you got out through the window- but, he would've noticed the window was shut and that this 'wolf' was awfully big. You didn't know why he hadn't moved, why he hadn't run. You weren't sure if you were more terrified at the prospect of him running from or towards you.

God, he could kill you. Just the thought alone was enough to drum up a cold sweat, if not for your fur it would've been dripping off of you at this point. He could just run at you and slam your head against a sharp corner and you would be done for just like that, if not from the injury then from your reluctance to fight back. You just had to hope and pray this was nothing more than a nightmare that you'd wake up from and go to him for comfort for. You just had to hope you'd wake up on the couch while a movie played and rough hands ghosted your spine. You just had to hope that you would have someone in your life other than your own flesh and blood that bore the same scars that would stay.

You'd flinched as he took a step towards you, back brushing the wall and only serving to make you feel even more cold. He'd hitched in his movements at this, continuing forth while you settled for pressing as much of yourself against the wall, utterly trapped in place. He'd gotten down to his knees, lowering himself to something relative to your level. When his hands finally stretched towards you, you'd jolted from your spot, trying to make some sort of effort to shove past him. It was short lived, him catching your midsection to pull you against him.

It was over. You were stuck and he knew it and he was going to kill you. But his hands didn't move. He didn't make any move to strangle you as you thrashed and kicked at the floor. He didn't make any move to crack your skull open as you'd jerked to try and drag yourself past him. He didn't make any move to crush your ribcage as you choked something akin to a sob out. He just sat there with his arms around you like he always did and pulled you as close as he possibly could. If the moment were any better you could've laughed at how you finally were taller than him.

It was only when you finally stopped struggling that he moved, reaching a hand up to tilt your head towards his. There was a long moment, your eyes finally meeting as he studied yours. You didn't know what to think at that moment, too tired to and too torn up to want to even try to decipher how you felt. He'd stared a moment longer before he finally broke the silence that'd been weighing your chest down.

"Are you hungry?"

You wish you could've laughed in his face. Instead, you'd just nodded.

-There's a long conversation the next morning, one that starts shortly after you wake up in his room again (something he'd insisted on in the hopes you wouldn't make a run for it before there was some sort of closure here). Much to your surprise and relief, he's not too concerned about it. It's something he's willing to brush off for the most part- you've always been weird to him, this is no different (your pout at the sentiment almost makes him smile, you know they mean it affectionately).

-There's not too much change to your routine, only that he's instead the one that lays against you during full moons. Admittedly, it's something they're curious about and ask you about for a good while. They just like knowing little tid-bits that you're comfortable offering up. They're just happy knowing that you're able to confide in him about this now and don't feel the need to hide it anymore (even if he's gotten more than a good few affectionate bites on the arms, he grows fond towards them).

-If anything, it only adds another sort of odd unique layer of connection between the two of you. He smooths your fur while you dig your claws into the sheets and you help wash the blood off him when he gets home. Lucky you, without a sun you don't need to worry about any sort of required shifts now do you?

[nxtchios]

Reunion | Suguru Geto (contains slight jjk spoilers)

DO NOT REPOST

Summary: Suguru has a proposal for you, but you have more ties to jujutsu tech than he initially thought (gn! reader)

(contains: slight geto x reader, gojo x reader (mentioned))

WC: 1k

Warnings: n/a

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It would’ve been easier to dismiss the pit in your stomach as nerves if a debilitating sense of doom hadn’t hit you directly in the chest when Geto slid into the seat across from you. “y/n, its good to see you again.”  Despite the situation at hand, he seemed completely at ease, and almost happy, even.

You, on the other hand, faltered in your response.

It had been years since you had seen him in the flesh, and with the time and his unique circumstances in mind, you definitely didn’t expect him to look the same, but the man in front of you was a far cry from the one you knew from all those years ago. 

His dark eyes were unreadable as your eyes flicked up to the the stitch pattern across his head back to his face. “It’s good to see you too Geto.” You couldn’t really tell if it was a lie or not, and you were pretty sure he could sense your uncertainty. Lucky for you, he didn’t seem to mind it.

“I heard about your termination from Jujutsu Tech last year. It’s truly a shame that the higher ups would allow their pride to get in the way of having such an exceptional sorcerer and instructor on their side.” You hummed in response, not really knowing what to say.

You had been fired swiftly after voicing your criticism of the handling of the attack on the school last year. Allowing children, especially one as inexperienced with jujutsu as Okkotsu Yuta, to be on the frontlines of such an unprecedented attack was insane to you. Despite the win, they were put in unnecessary danger, and some of them nearly lost their lives thanks to the man sitting in front of you. You letting the higher ups know your true feelings was a very, very big no.

Satoru Gojo, your close friend at the time, had advocated for you to stay, but to no avail.

You were a freelancer of sorts now, taking jobs where you could. A few weeks prior to your meeting, a man named Choso had contacted you about a job. The details were murky, but the pay was more than you’d gotten in a while. After a few shady meet ups to plan, you were given a date, time, and location, and now you were sitting at a table in a small Tokyo cafe with your murderous high school sweetheart who was supposed to be, until 20 minutes ago, very much dead.

“I thought Satoru killed you.” A wry smile broke through the calm look on his face. “Satoru, huh? When did you two get so close?” You faltered again.

“Listen,” the nerves from earlier seemed to multiply at the confrontation. The Suguru you knew was long, long gone and logically you knew this. That didn’t change the fact that it felt like you had betrayed him somehow. 

After his initial killing spree, you and Gojo were left in shambles. He had lost his closest friend, and you had lost the man you loved. It wasn’t long before you two sought out each other for comfort and your friendship grew into something more. You two were each other’s anchors in times of unrest and over the years had come to love each other deeply; something that was only possible because of Suguru’s fall from grace. 

“Whatever it is you’re trying to do, I don’t want to be a part of it. My loyalty still lies with jujutsu sorcerers. Me not working with the school anymore doesn’t change that.” A low laugh rumbled from his chest, a sound so familiar that it almost hurt. “Do you love him?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, “I’m not doing this with you Su, I-“ he leaned forward suddenly, and your mouth snapped shut as his intense gaze met yours. The feeling of doom earlier intensified, and you felt your stomach drop to your toes as he leered at you. 

“The jujutsu world abandoned you and left you to die like a disobedient dog. The man that you love, despite his supposed strength, is still wrapped around the fingers of the same decrepit degenerates that allowed children to fight their battles. You and all the other underlings can claim to be radical, to have higher hopes for future generations, but me?” He grinned, his eyes glinting.

“I’m creating a new generation, one that will be free of the pathetic ideals of those conservative fools, and you spineless idealists. Im not only offering you a spot by my side in the fight, but a spot in the new world among curses. You’d be like royalty.” 

“Absolutely not,” you were tense in your seat as you watched his nostrils flare. Of all the ways you’d imagined your reunion, this was not how you expected it to go at all. You at least knew why Choso had kept such a low profile about who you’d be meeting now. If anyone above you found out you two had met, you were sure your execution would be immediate. “I think I should go.”

You made quick work of your bag. Geto watched you silently as you packed, and stood from your chair. Part of you was glad he didn’t press any further, but some part of you was desperate for him to beg you to be with him again. Any proof that the man you knew was still there would have been a comfort, but you knew better than to hope. 

——

You knew that the second you got home Gojo would sense your unease. When you did step in, you found him sitting on the couch, unpacking a bag of takeout. “Do you want to talk about it now, or later?” You smiled weakly, dropping your bag on the floor before making your way to the spot next to him. “Later, please.” He nodded before handing you a plate.  

“Later it is.” That night you two ate in a heavy silence, knowing that it would likely be one of your last moments of peace for a while. 

A/N: sorry for not posting for like 6 months, this semester was rough. but i’m baaaack :D pls send in requests if u have any

[nemeseos-noctua]

THIS IS FOR AETHER AND ALBEDO PLS--

May I request for a shy S/O that wants to kiss a certain area (For Aether: his tummy, For Albedo: the spark on his neck) they're just oddly attracted to it and wanna bury their nose against it I'msosorryifthisisweirdaha :"D

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: aether, albedo (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: albedo and aether might be a little ooc? does aether even have a character? also not proofread (is that even a surprise anymore)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: once again written at 12am! 12am is writing time yall idk what to tell u

he honestly won’t notice at first... and he won’t notice until you tell him

i mean, don’t get me wrong— he’s definitely aware of the way your [e/c] eyes trail down to his stomach... and he’s definitely going to blush and look away when you do

but still! okay! he thinks you’re just, err, looking! not like, you wanted to kiss him! or anything! nope! not at all!

(aether is such a child pls why is he like this just KISS)

“Oh, [Y/N]! Paimon and I were looking for y—“ Aether tilted his head, confused as to why your eyes were avoiding him like the plague.

“... [Y/N]?” Aether repeated once more, waving his gloved hands in front of you as you cleared your throat.

“Ah, Aether! Yes, did you need anything?” You responded, still looking away from the Traveler as he raised his eyebrows.

shuffling to the side so he can stare at you fully, you kept craning your head away from him no matter how much he moved into your sight

cupping his gloved hands over your cheek, aether tilted your head to gaze into his golden orbs, its hues flickering with confusion as paimon’s barfing noises could be heard behind the blonde

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to do my commissions with me... but is something wrong?” He asked, completely oblivious to the way you struggled to not stare at the skin below his croptop... was Aether always this fine?

“Nope! Nothing at all!” You tapped the side of your thigh anxiously, waiting for Aether to let go of you— which he cautiously did.

“Okay... but if something’s wrong, be sure to tell me, okay?” Aether spoke softly, his worry sending your heart aflame as you stiffly nodded.

you felt so bad for staring at aether (even though he was your man) but PLEASE did he have to be this fine?!

you. you can literally see his abs. like. the outline. like. like, like—

anyways!

after the two of you completed your commissions and checked in for the night, you waited until paimon left to eat everything at good hunter to confess your embarrassment to aether

look. if you were gonna stare, you were at least going to make aether aware of such beliefs... because, it was kind of embarrassing otherwise

“Ah, Aether...” You looked away, edging slowly to your side of the tent as the blonde merely hummed, staring up at the roof of the tent.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

“Huh? For what?” The Traveler turned over to you, gazing at you in confusion as you fiddled nervously with your fingers.

“Ah... uh, for staring at you.”

Stifling a laugh, Aether merely gazed at you and all of your adorable-ness. Why were you apologizing? You were literally his s/o! 

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything of harm,” The male reassured you, a comforting smile painting his features as your mind blared the most embarrassing thought ever.

I want to kiss you. You thought.

“You can.”

“What?” You yelped, eyes wide as Aether avoided your gaze, his cheeks dusting with a blush so soft he looked like a calla lily under the dim moonlight.

“No, wait! I mean—” Covering your face with your hands, both Aether and you were short-circuiting.

if you really want to kiss his stomach, you’re going to have to tell him... cuz aether ain’t the brightest when it comes to romance cues! 

you wanna kiss him? sure! you wanna kiss his stomach? su—wait what?

“... i wanna kiss your, eh... stomach,” you manage to stifle out before faceplanting into the floor of the tent. why? why?! NANDE NANDE NANDE NANDE— (jk lol)

aether was silent. i mean, not that that’s new or anything, but you could hear crickets

“i... okay!” aether sat up, his face exploding a bright red it matched the fire outside

“no! aether! you don’t have to—“ 

pulling you into his chest, aether looked away from you, closing his eyes as if all of his embarrassment would go away

“Eh?! What the heck is going on here?!” Paimon whisper-screamed, stumbling into the tent— only to see the sight of you and Aether’s limbs tangled together, your head resting atop the blonde’s toned stomach.

“Blegh!!” The mascot rushed out of the tent, vomiting at the sight of her companion being all lovey-dovey.

Disgusting!

he’d notice you staring at his neck pretty quickly

he’s very perceptive, thanks to his alchemy and him having to observe the tiniest of elemental reactions—you staring at the star on his skin is no biggie

in all honesty, he’d find amusement in teasing you about how obvious you’re being. like, oh? you want to kiss his neck? why don’t you tell him so? 

BUT HE MEANS IT ALL LOVINGLY! 

it’s okay. just kiss him fr and he’ll shut up 🙄🙄

“Is something the matter, [Y/N]?” Albedo quipped smugly, watching your eyes avoid his as you fiddled nervously with the pencil on your table.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm... is that so?”

Finding amusement in your hesitance, Albedo resumed his studies. The hour hand of the clock seemed to move quickly—too quickly for the alchemist to comprehend. He swore the sun rose just two hours ago! What did the clock mean it was midnight?!

Sighing for the nth time, Albedo pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the letters that scattered the pages, your figure moving like a candlelight in the peripherals of his vision. 

Tugging at the hem of his coat, the alchemist turned towards you in an uncharacteristic confusion. Albedo was so used to knowing the ins and outs of everything he laid his eyes upon—it was a part of being an alchemist— but when it came to you, it seemed as though you were some kind of unreadable book that’d take years to translate.

But perhaps, that was your charm. 

“albedo needs some sleep” you thought, getting up to usher him to bed

knowing he would decline your invitation, you mustered up the courage to do the unthinkable:

kiss his neck.

“You need some rest, Albedo,” You hummed, resting your chin on his shoulder as the alchemist swore he melted. If it were under any circumstance (if he wasn’t experimenting), he would’ve obliged in a heartbeat. But right now, he was busy! He was about to make a scientific breakthrough and—

The “I can’t,” that was about to slip from his tongue was quickly swallowed back down. 

His teal eyes widened once your lips came into contact with the star on his neck, his adam’s apple hanging right above the galactic pattern as his face exploded in a red cascade of blush. 

“Okay, I’ll go to bed first,” You shuffled to the bedroom, your footsteps clumsy from the way your mind fogged over with embarrassment, joy, content, and anxiousness.

Covering his nose and mouth with the back of his arm, Albedo straightened up—still suffering from a severe case of love.

Agh—why did you have to do this to him?

Resting his elbows on the table before him, the alchemist stared blankly at the wooden material, the redness on his face never leaving.

Just how was he going to experiment now?

— constellations!

[venenatd]

atsumu + reader; winning

a/n: this is the worst best idea my brain has ever come up with. i’ve been hard brainrotting over atsumu and i just love the attitude and over confidence i feel he’d have akjdsjahd. this is very unedited because it was just my brain sparking and then going off the rails. enjoy.

content: timeskip atsumu and VERY! PUBLIC! SEX! like. stupidly public. stupid. exhibitionism. orgasm control, “good girl”, “baby girl”, female bodied reader

18+ nsfw, minors dni.

atsumu had pulled you away from your seats in the third set. he’d tried to be patient and wait for the match to at least be over, whisk you away to his car. but no, you’d been so eager. jumping up and down in your seat as the other national teams competed. each time you sharply rose your tits would bounce slightly. and you weren’t even wearing his jersey. 

was it jealousy? your eyes watching over his competitors? atsumu’s large hand had found itself on top of your knee by the second set. each time someone scored he’d use your movements to his advantage, bringing his hand further up your thigh. they’re large enough that soon his pinky makes it’s way underneath your skirt.

“atsumu...” you warn, narrowing your eyes towards him. the response is just a squeeze to the flesh of your thighs, his big brown eyes looking down at you. like butter wouldn’t melt. 

but you would. as his hand continues to trace little patterns on your inner thigh you can feel that dull ebb form into a bigger want. wanting his hands tight on your hips, kneading the fat of your ass. 

both of you are barely watching the match as it enters into the third set. atsumu carefully watches how your chest rises and falls, knowing the affect he has on you. leaning over to oh so innocently rest his head on your shoulder, the crowd around you is unaware of the way his lips brush against you neck. 

all atsumu can think of is how your perfume mixes with your shampoo, his nose buried close to you. just the scent of you makes him want more. 

his ring finger and pinky manage to brush the hem of your panties, resulting in you whining 'tsumu under your breath, a plead for him. especially so when he murmurs, “i need you. right now”. 

“please ‘tsumu”

and so, atsumu had taken your wrist and pulled you away. luckily you’d already been sat in the quietest area of seating - trying to avoid fans where you could. each section were wrapped in walls and hallways, and he ducked you both into one.

you had expected to be in a bathroom, his car, the hotel room. anywhere but still practically next to the cheering crowd. immediately, atsumu was pushing you against the wall. his broad frame towered over you and caged you. he loved how small you could feel underneath him, how your eyes would turn vulnerable as you looked up to him with so much want.

“here? are you su-” atsumu’s lips capture yours before you can even finish the sentence. your gasp allows him to slide his tongue along your lower lip and inside your mouth. feeling your tension instantly soften, wrapping your arms up and around his neck goes straight to atsumus cock. how eagerly and easily you want to please him. 

pulling back for a moment, he looks at your wet lips and blown out pupils. a lazy grin spreads across his face, a challenging eyebrow raised. “if you’re game, then i am too.” 

nodding quickly, you pull at his hair to bring him back closer to you. “needy little thing, huh? you want me that badly?” he murmurs through kisses, before letting his mouth wonder to your jaw and neck. he sucks at your collarbones, relishing in the mark it leaves behind. his tongue traces back up to your ear, making your eyes flutter. “you’re going to be a good girl for me, hmm?”

“y-yes ‘tsumu. always.”

“you’re going to have to be quieter than normal, baby girl. but i’ve got you, okay?”  

his fingers move only to prove his point. dipping underneath your skirt, atsumu works over your clothed cunt for only a second. as much as he enjoys you building up, making you pant with desire, now is not the time. pushing the fabric to the side, he can finally feel how wet you are. 

“oh baby,” he whines, “you’re so fucking wet”. his forearm rests against the brick, head leaning against his own bicep as his brown eyes all but roll back. knowing how quickly he can turn you on is half of the fun, and feeling it for himself? nothing could make atsumu harder.

two fingers part your folds, swiping over your clit as you bite back moans. you clamp your hand over your own mouth as he pushes them quickly inside you. pumping back and forth, atsumu watches all your reactions. your eyebrows knitting together, your legs spreading as you try to balance on tip toes to meet him halfway. looking up at him through your eyelashes, he’s smiling back down at you. it’s cocky and full of confidence, but mixed with lust and desire. 

a moan breaks through your fingers as he curls long fingers to hit your g-spot again and again. “tsumu!”

“baby girl, you can’t, people will hear” he whispers against your ear, “you’ve got to be good for me, okay?” atsumu makes no effort to stop, however, if anything he works at your pussy more quickly. one hand presses into the muscle of his bicep, nails near breaking the skin as you tighten around him.

“oh.. oh you want people to hear?” 

how you wish you could say no, how you wish you could hide some element of your depraved mind. but the squelching between you both gives it all way. 

“a- are you gonna come?” he almost sounds surprised, thinking your orgasm wouldn’t arrive so quickly.

“pl-please fuck me ‘tsumu. i wanna- oh fuck- i wanna come on your cock,” you attempt in a whisper. truthfully to atsumu it’s moans and whines, drowned out by the crowd on the other side of the wall. 

he doesn’t need to be asked twice. quickly pulling his fingers from you, atsumu pulls his shorts down just low enough. coating his cock in your slick, he relieves the stress you’ve been putting on your tip toes. his toned body lifts you easily, effectively folding you in half against the wall. 

bringing your own hand between your bodies, you tug on him for a moment. slow tentative pulls just to see him attempt to keep it together. atsumu bites his lip for a moment, pink settling on his cheeks. but his eyes join with yours and narrow, pushing his hips closer to yours. 

angling him, you feel the blunt pressure against you. he’s quick to push in, dropping your weight down on his dick. both of you go to gasp, before you cling to him, pressing your mouth against his. it swallows your sounds of pleasure. 

once again, your back is placed firmly against the wall, and atsumu drags his thick cock from between you. it takes a moment to adjust every time, and he’s kind enough to give it to you even during these bursts of absolute desperation. 

giving him a slight nod is all he needs. atsumu quickly ruts back into you, starting and keeping a quick pace. his balls slap against you, and there’s nothing to be done about the sounds of wet skin that emerge from your hiding spot. 

his forehead presses to yours, a light sheen of sweat coating you both. “you’re so fuckin’ tight. fuck. you like this, huh? you like knowing anyone could see you like this?”

your cunt clenches against him as words coated in filth keep falling from his lips, “i can fuckin’ feel you. you wan’ someone to see me treating you like this? yeah? see what a good girl you are for me? letting me have you anywhere.”

you let out a cry, and atsumus hand presses over your mouth quickly. thank god for his long hours at the gym and on the court. the blonde adjusts slightly so he can support your body and keep his hand over you. the new angle has your eyes rolling back, his cock grazing against that sweet spot each time. 

velvet walls tighten around him again and atsumu can feel you drawing close. his ears turn to the announcer, analysing where the ball would be on the court beneath you. he can feel you teetering on the edge, your face giving away how truly lost in the moment you are.

“hold it for me, baby. just a little.”

you meekly nod against his palm, pussy clenching on atsumus cock so hard he struggles not to cum. your cunt is trying desperatley to suck him in, hold him close inside so you can release. atsumu keeps fucking you into the wall. shallow thrusts that have you seeing stars. 

he continues his movements, feeling your whole body tighten around him as you try so hard not to fall apart. finally he hears it, the ace is about to spike, and yes. 

“come for me, come on my cock”

just as the point gets called and the crowd lights up and cheers, atsumu releases his hold on your mouth. a flow of moans and curses erupts from you, as you spasm around his dick. your eyes fly wide and atsumu grins at you, fucking you through your orgasm and feeling the shock in your body be taken over by exhilaration.

he lets you be as loud as you want, knowing that this is the winning point. the crowd means that he gets to hear you come apart in his ear, whilst no one else will ever know. you’re impossibly tight, and soon atsumu joins you, painting your walls white. 

milking him for all he’s worth, he has to still his movements to rest deep insde you. he can feel cum dripping from you, sliding down your conjoined bodies. you still shake around him, and he soothes you, kissing your cheeks and forehead and corners of your mouth.

“you’re so good. you’re something else. holy fuck that was hot.” 

his confidence and complements of the moment have you squeeze around his softening length. he hisses out a “fuck” before pulling out, quickly sliding your panties back to keep your thighs clean of his cum.

you look so fucked out, eyes still glossy and dazed as you make your way back to your seats. resting your head on his chest, he drapes a big arm around your shoulders to pull you in close. constantly telling you what a good girl you are, how hot you are. 

who won that game? you have no fucking clue. 

i hope u enjoyed reading it because i enjoyed writing it. atsumu fuck me in a public setting challenge 2021.