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euphoria-looney · 5 months ago

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Idk if you’ve seen Nosferatu but I think a situation like that could totally apply to (Name).

Brief overview:

In Nosferatu, the main character Ellen grows up feeling lonely and isolated. She pleads for a supernatural being to arrive and comfort her and she wakes up ‘Nosferatu’ who makes her pledge herself to him fully. There’s loads of other stuff as well but I think this main idea would be interesting. Nosferatu in the movie is really, really old and ugly, but I think (Name) deserves a fit, hot vampire boyfriend/husband. But essentially he’s like a Vampire Count, aka Dracula.

How it’s play out:

(Name),as a young child, calls out for ‘Nosferatu’ (or whatever name the vampire will have) and he wakes up. He makes them pledge their complete loyalty to him for all eternally, essentially making them his ��bride’. (Name) is comforted by him, but this connection fades as they grow older.

Then, when they turn 18, Nosferatu calls out for them in their dreams and travels to Gotham, keeping them in his manor. He’s basically a yandere in the movie anyway, so (Name) is kept quite weak and docile due to his mind control, spending most of their time doting on him or sleeping.

Now, I think it’d be interesting for the Batfam to react because the thing about Nosferatu is that the oath to him MUST be consensual, give or take MAJOR manipulation, but still, (Name) has to willingly go with him. So the Batfam have to come to terms with the fact that (Name) literally chose an obsessive, undead (but fit) vampire husband over them.

And ‘Nosferatu’ is NOT going to play fair if they try and take his bride. Literally no Dracula variant does.

I Asked For a Friend, But Got a Husband?

"I sense her in my mind, she's my collar" She's My Collar (feat. Kali Uchis)

So Much More. (Should I name this something new? Since it's a different AU?)

Special (?)

Divider Creds: @anitalenia and @qqmariztwsse

Being young, barely seen or heard, I could only busy myself with books. Even then how many books could I read before feeling that loneliness knaw on me?

Okay, dramatic I knew but who knew this one feeling would lead me to immediately get married by the age of eighteen?

I know how bad that sounds, trust me, I was the one who experienced it.

"What are you thinking about right now, honey?" I felt arms wrap around me.

Meet Elzire.

(Cred to this art and oc: @♱⋆༒︎Ren༒︎ ⋆♱/lcttuve)

"Nothing much," I replied looking through our mail.

How we met, well I believe it because of this, but don't take my word for it, I might just be delusional.

I had gone to the library and saw [D/D] she ecstatically waved to me before Damian pulled her away giving me a sneer. I waved that off and looked around before spotting a book that I’d never seen before.

It had a blood red cover and the title ‘Forever’, curious, I opened it. It seemed like a child's story as they had short sentences and photos. It starts with a girl who, one day after being tired of being lonely prays to the gods of her world she doesn’t care who or what they sent no matter what they looked like or how they acted as long as they were her friends, and nice to her at least, she would be happy.

Then it happened, a boy her age descended to her and every day they would play before growing old together.

The end.

I put the book back before returning to what I was originally doing, studying for my next exam.

—

It had been a good week since I read that fantasy child’s book, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I went to the library at night when everyone was either on a mission or asleep and to my surprise the book was gone.

Someone must’ve thrown it out, there’s no reason to keep it here anyone.

I let out a sigh before heading back to my room and though I accepted the book was gone I couldn’t help but wonder, could I do that?

No, that’d be silly.

But…

It never hurts anyone to try.

“Please, whoever is out there, please accompany me and become the pillar I can lean on.”

…

Welp I tried, back to sleep I have a piano recital tomorrow no time for these goofy beliefs.

3RD POV

A figure descended into [name]’s room their black hair fluttered from the wind and their red eyes and fangs glistened in the dark of night, their hands like claws before stepping into the light a little more revealing a tall yet built man he looked angelic despite being a vampire that was friends with a demon, specially Barbatos.

He creeps a little closer to [name]’s room crouching to caress their faces. Making them blink open their eyes.

“... Am I still dreaming?” They question themself. Making the vampire chuckle holding their hands in his and asking.

“Do you mind becoming mine forever?”

“Woah, my wish worked… sure, why not.” He smiled happily placing one of their hands on his cheeks and relished in the warmth that their hand brought to his freezing complexion.

Before they had passed out.

He caught them before they could slam back onto their bed and gently laid them down.

“Don’t miss me too much.”

—

Holy crap what was that dream?

Maybe I shouldn’t mind it.

For the next few years, nothing changed except my dreams. Then I turned eighteen and it was out of pure luck that I met him, his name was Elzire.

We got married that same year after a few months of dating which I was totally against but then he convinced me and it hasn’t been like our marriage has been going great. I don’t like that he wanted me to be a stay-at-home wife.

Don’t get me wrong I appreciate him wanting this for me because he doesn’t want any workload on me but I just feel that it’s unfair for him.

Too bad the only payment he wants from me is to do simple household things but even that he just hires some housecleaning or helpers instead of letting me do it and when he comes home to get his pillow, it’s nice to play with his hair, might be better than mine.

Today again though I’m stuck at home and there’s nothing to do as I finished everything, it’s not hard when only two people are living in this house.

I went to look through the mail before finding a letter addressed to me.

It’s from Alfred, but I had never told him where I moved… It’s fine, this is Alfred we’re talking about.

“Dear young master, [name],

How have you been? It's been 7 years since we last saw you or contacted you, I managed to get a glimpse of you and was able to deliver this to you.

Your family has long awaited meeting you again, if you could give them the chance to see you that would be lovely.

Sincerely,

Alfred Pennyworth.”

I looked over my shoulder to Elzire before responding.

“I got a letter from my old butler Alfred, saying that my family would like to meet with me again.”

“So suddenly, darling?” He raised his eyebrow at that. Seems he was as lost as I was. I told him everything like he was my therapist so he knew too well himself why this wouldn’t make sense.

Despite my hesitance, I decided to go.

"Really Sweetie, you don't have to this isn't something that I would waste my time on, so neither should you." One hand on the steering wheel and the other holding my hand.

"Come on, El, I'm curious, 23 years of my life and only now do they care to see me. Wouldn't you also wonder why?"

"Wonder, not meet. but because I love you and I care for you we'll still go." He squeezed my hand a bit before softening his grip again.

We pulled up on the driveway and saw Alfred come out of the manor.

Elzire got out of the car first before opening the door for me, helping me get out.

I approached Alfred before bringing him into an embrace.

"Alfie, it's been so long." I pulled away before directing his attention to Elzire.

"This is Elzire."

"Pleasure to meet you, young sir." Alfred did his bow before leading us to the living room where the whole family was.

"[name]" [M/D] whispered, tears welling up in her eye, standing up and starting to approach me.

I smiled but didn't reciprocate the hug she was trying to give me.

"[name], we realized our mistake. it's time to come home." Bruce told me.

"Well, as much as I'm... grateful for that offer, I've already moved on and had a life, where you guys no longer matter or are related to me anymore."

"What are you-"

"This is my husband, Elzire. And I don't plan to leave him, for this."

Guys I quit on this if you couldn't notice the ending was rushed so badly, I'm so sorry to the one who sent the request I know this isn't what you would like but I kind of had a mind exploration, and now I have no idea what or how to write this request.

Maybe I'll rewrite this in the future but for now, this is the main result. If you were looking for a confrontation. It's kind of the situation of this Special.

Genuinely y'all could make your own or imagine this scenario. I have no idea what I'm doing anyway, thank you so much for reading this I don't think I'm tagging anybody on this and supporting other batfam authors, especially with all the hate that I've been seeing Luckily I haven't received anything.

Bye-bye, if anything is too unclear and grammatically wrong inform me!

Elzire:

(Cred to this art and oc: @♱⋆༒︎Ren༒︎ ⋆♱/lcttuve)

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kaechu1 · 1 month ago

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Do you still take requests? If so,can I have a platonic Hera with a Daughter reader, let's say the reader got cheated on and Hera came and comforted her and possibly cursed the cheating ex. That would be all thank you

platonic! hera with a daughter!

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ note: omg anon i love you so much, art from @/messymoonmad

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ warning: none

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ content: hurt/comfort, hera being the best mom ever, cheating , curses... alot. hugs and kisses ;3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you were hera favorite child, after all you were HER child who she had all by herself just like heaphestas. without needing to zeus.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 hera loves you and took care of you all by herself, now allowing anyone to even look at you ahem ahem zeus ahem.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and she always try to keep you away from zeus other bastard children, she only allows you around athena and her children aka your real siblings, like ares and hebe.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 hera try to keep you away from getting in any relationship knowing it'll only ended breaking your heart specially as young goddess. but when she saw how happy you were with your lover she couldn't really do anything, your happiness matter to her after all.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but when you first came to her crying she was shocked, who on olympus dare to make her daughter cry like this?? she was ready to curse them no matter what the reason is but when she knows that your lover cheated on you she was smitten with rage.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she try comfort you, hugging you closer to her kissing your head telling that's everything will be fine and they will pay for leaving such a goddess like you. after all, her daughter could never do wrong.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'll try to take your minds off it, like taking you trying new dresses, jewelries, or even making your siblings spend time with you while she go talk curse to your ex. but hey!! at least ares take you with him to Aphrodite, she'll take care of you<333

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if your lover was mortal who cheated on you with another mortal, then she'll curse both until they wish they never even exist. how dare mere mortal like them to even disrespect her like this and leave her daughter for a disgusting mortal?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if your lover was a god then she won't be afraid to do the same. they might be a god but she's the queen of the gods for fuck sake. and we all know what to happened when you piss off hera.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 aside from this hera would be always at your side, after all she knows how it feel like to have your trust breaking by the person you loved.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 anyway you can kiss the idea of having another lover goodbye because she's not having her daughter heart broken by another mere creature. unless you change her mind, then she might approved but depends on the lover you're chosing.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if they're mortal then no. nuh uh. nope. not happening. not on her watch. even if they're royal she doesn't want her daughter crying if one day that mortal decided to die for a stupid reason like getting struck by discus during a game (i have no regrets and not sorry)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if they're immortal them depends, god or goddess? sure as long as they're not zeus children (which is rare) then she might accept it, but if they're demigod then no. she's not having her daughter dating some basterd child.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's hard to please but she just a mother, she can't go let her daughter date anyone and getting heartbreak like unresponsible parents (omg who said that???)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but in the end, she just wants to see her daughter happy, so if you're happy with your partner, she's not going to stop you. but she'll definitely threaten your lover until they are afraid to even breathe wrong around you. but who cares you're happy and that's what she wants <3333

#cherry write🪶#epic the musical #x female reader #x fem reader #epic x reader #epic #epic the musical x reader #hera #hera x reader #greek mythology #hera greek mythology #greek mythology x reader #zeus #Aphrodite #aphrodite x reader #ares #platonic x reader

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ayyy-pee · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Story Summary: Following his mothers passing, Nanami inherits his family's rundown bakery. With the bakery on its last leg, Nanami reluctantly takes on the task of trying to save what his family has worked to keep for decades, but he can't do it alone.

Genre: Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Warnings: Workaholic meanie Nanami, employee x boss relationship, but also enemies to lovers, death, grief/mourning, profanity, jealousy, fluff, angst, Nanami owns a bakery, parental loss, Nanami is bad at feelings, I don’t know if I’ll do smut for this one but sexual tension, mutual pining, Nanami is sort of an asshole here

Art by: Ilameys + (Unknown artist (right pic). I'd love to credit the artist so if you know who it is, please let me know!)

Chapter 2 - Wienerbrød

Chapter Summary: You try to bake something new!

You kick your shoes off as you enter your apartment. With your phone wedged between your ear and your shoulder, you groan in irritation as you storm into your living room.

“I’m telling you, Shoko. This guy is such a fucking asshole. Shut me down the second I asked him a simple question,” you’re ranting as you flop down onto your couch. “He’s got to be the most pessimistic person I’ve ever met. He did nothing but pick apart the entire bakery and tell me how shitty it was, tried to establish some strange dominance thing in the kitchen after offering me the job… the kitchen,” you stress dramatically, wavering your arms as if Shoko can see you. “My domain! Can you believe him? He doesn’t give a shit about the actual bakery. He’s a total businessman type. Stiff, boring as hell and a dick. I don’t know why I said yes to the position. I’m going to hate my life.”

You exhale sharply once you’ve finished your tirade. On the other end of the line, you hear your friend inhale deeply. You didn’t have to ask to know she was sucking on a cigarette, likely almost finished with it and prepping her second, maybe third. After a short beat of silence, you hear her exhale. “Hmm, is he hot at least?”

“Extremely,” you admit through gritted teeth, rubbing away the tension quickly forming between your brows. “That’s the worst part.”

You hate to think it, you loathe to admit it, but Nanami was so very fucking attractive, like stupid hot and it pissed you off! Those thick arms practically bulging through his dress shirt, those veins that exposed themselves and ran enticingly along his forearms when he rolled his sleeves up. His chiseled features, those sharp cheekbones, even his frown was attractive. And god, you didn’t even want to think about his waist.

Anyone with eyes could see Nanami Kento was an insanely beautiful man, modelesque even. But it only served to piss you off more. His constant gloomy attitude was so off-putting, it almost took away from his beauty, like a rain cloud threatening to cover a blue sky.

“Anyway,” you sigh, putting a stop to your own thoughts as you stare up at the ceiling. “That’s beside the point, Shoko. He’s an asshole, but it’s obvious he needs help to get his bakery up and running. I think it’s family owned. He told me that he grew up in the bakery. Seemed miserable about it, though.”

“Interesting,” Shoko manages, though she sounds rather disinterested. “Well if he had to pick anyone, he definitely hired the best person for the job. You’re annoyingly positive.”

“Okay, rude.”

“I just mean you’ll balance his negativity well. Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?”

You hum, your mind already accepting your fate. “I guess you’re right.”

“You know I am. The guy clearly needs help and you love this kind of thing - taking something old, miserable and rundown and making it loveable again.”

You hum again, listening as Shoko blows out another breath of smoke. “And who knows? Maybe you’ll do the same for the bakery, too.”

“Right. Wait– what?”

“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” She says, voice light with humor. The line goes dead and you roll your eyes at your friends comments as you let the day's events wash over you. Nanami said he wanted to sample some of your desserts on Monday and see some new recipes. You can do that.

The moment you’d stepped into the bakery’s kitchen, your mind raced with possibilities. You felt at home there. The kitchen felt like it had been loved, like it was properly used and cared for, albeit old and a little rundown. That was okay. It gave the kitchen personality and you loved that. You wanted to continue giving the kitchen the love it deserved.

Nanami told you he’d grown up in that kitchen, but he truly seemed to hate even being in the building. You tried to picture a chubby little blonde boy with his arms crossed and a scowl etched across his face standing in the kitchen covered in flour and icing. Adorable, but definitely not the man you’d met today. You wondered how it came to be that he now owned this bakery when he seemed to despise it.

And you wondered if there was a way to get him to learn to love it again.

You shake your head, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t your job to turn his frown upside down, so to speak. It was your job to make sure the bakery was successful as it’s Head Baker and that’s what you intended to do.

- - - - - -

The weekend came and went just as quickly and now you find yourself standing in the kitchen of the bakery with Nanami as the sun barely begins to rise over the city. You pile your notebooks onto the large metal table in the center of the room. Nanami reaches over, taking the notebook sitting atop the stack.

“Are these your recipes?” He asks, flipping through the pages.

“Yep. These are some pastries I created on a whim. I was thinking we could go through and select what you like, maybe tweak some so that they fit more of the vibe you’re going for with the bakery. Or are there any pastries you’d like to keep from the previous owner?”

Nanami’s dark eyes shoot up from the notebook to look at you. You hold his gaze, trying to find anything behind those eyes aside from the clear hatred he holds for this bakery, but you don’t. It’s frustrating.

“No,” is all he says.

“Okay…well, we can start from scratch then. Let me know what you see that you may like.”

Nanami replies with something between a grunt and a hum. “I’ll review a few of these and will follow up. If you want to get comfortable and organize the kitchen to your liking, go ahead. Please try and have a sample pastry ready within the next few hours.”

He turns to go into his office without so much as a look back.

You sigh, trying to get used to this silence you were sure you’d be working in everyday whether Mr. Nanami was there or not. You couldn’t wait to establish a menu so you could bring staff on. At least then you wouldn’t feel so alone.

You wander through the kitchen with a notepad, looking through all of the smallwares and jotting down what you see in case you need to place an order. There seems to be many of the supplies you need here already and in good condition - spatulas, mixing bowls, flour sifters, icing tips. The bakeware also seems to be well supplied with an array of bread pans, muffin tins and cake pans. This place was fully stocked as far as you could tell.

You shuffle over to where three mixer appliances sit on a counter against the wall, setting your notepad down to inspect them. They’re a little older, but they turn on and mix just fine. You’d bet they mixed better than some of the newer models. You decide you’ll keep them.

As you lean one of the mixers over to check its condition, you find a small booklet lying underneath the stand. You pick it up, gently setting the mixer back down before you open it to inspect it. It’s a tiny black leatherbound journal with very faded gold lettering in a language you definitely don’t know.

And you? Well, you’re nosey as hell, so you carefully peel back the cover, taking in the elegant writing etched onto the first page.

To my baby boy

There’s some strange writing scrawled beneath this in what looks like English letters. You can’t really tell, but it seems to be some message in whatever language this is. You turn a couple of pages and let your eyes roam over what’s written within. The rest of the pages you can read fairly easily as they’re in English. You can see immediately that these are recipes. The booklet is full of pastry dishes, both sweet and savory. They appear to be foreign pastries and you feel your heart race with excitement as you imagine making them because while you were adventurous with your baking, you’re positive you haven’t tried to make any of these.

And Nanami did want to sample your baking, so why not give him something he’s not going to see in your portfolio?

Eagerly, you begin moving through the rest of the kitchen equipment, taking out what you need to begin.

- - - - - -

The kitchen is full with the smell of fresh dough baking. The quiet hum of the ovens working calms you as you sift through the recipe in the booklet you’d found earlier. You decided to make one of your original creations while also trying your hand at this new mystery pastry in case Mr. Nanami liked both…or one…or none. Shit, you didn’t want to imagine him not liking either.

You stare down at the ingredients already in the mixing machines.

“Alright. So, water, 2 large eggs, a teaspoon of salt, unsalted butter, active dry yeast…” You read through the remaining list of ingredients until you reach the end. “And now…flour?” You squint down at the notebook, the words scribbled messily on the paper, time having faded the ink. You can’t really make out the measurements written out. It looks like 2 ½ cups. You’ll try it and hey, if it doesn’t work, you’ll simply adjust the recipe to find the right mix. Easy.

Just as you’re sorting through the measuring cups, Nanami emerges from his office with your journals, mouth set in its usual hard line as he makes his way to you. He sets the books down, and you swear you see him inhale the sweet scent of the pastries currently baking in the oven before softly exhaling. You open your mouth to say something before quickly shutting it because he’s back to business in about .02 seconds. You really can’t read this guy, so you don’t try to. You redirect your focus back on to your task.

“These look good,” he tells you, his finger tapping on the book stacked on top. “I placed a post-it note on the recipes I think may work for the soft opening, but I’d like for you to make a sample of them beforehand. Maybe just a few a day.”

You nod, acknowledging his request but far too focused on scooping your guesstimate of flour. Nanami eyes you carefully, brown eyes staring as you carefully run your finger over the top of the flour. The excess falls carelessly onto the table and just before you pour it in, Nanami speaks, his voice halting your movements.

“What are you making now?”

“Hmm?” You ask, glancing over at him. “Oh, something called…” you peer down at the booklet, “Wee-ner-brod?” You’re one hundred percent positive you butchered that pronunciation, but how do you even pronounce ‘wienerbrød’?

Clearly Nanami knows because he surprisingly lets out an amused chuckle before he asks, “Wienerbrød?” With what you assume is perfect pronunciation. And you’re not sure why, but the sound of his deep baritone laugh makes your stomach twist in a strangely pleasant way.

“Yes! That!” You point to Nanami with your free finger. “I’m making…” you stumble your way through the pronunciation again and get another small laugh from Mr. Nanami which makes your own lips curl up in a smile.

“I didn’t know you knew how to make Danish pastries.”

“I don’t, but you don’t learn without trying.”

“True. What step are you on now?” Nanami asks curiously, coming up to stand next to you. This close to him, you can truly see just how large he is. Not to mention, he smells incredible. You ignore the way the mix of the aroma of baked goods and his cologne almost makes your eyes want to roll back. You’d never smelled something so tantalizing before.

Nanami calls your name and you clear your throat, trying to re-focus.

“Oh, um…well I’ve added mostly everything and now I need to incorporate the flour - about 2 ½ cups.”

“Your calculation is off.” He affirms gently, eyeing the measuring cup in your hand.

You snort, “Are you suddenly an expert in Danish baking or something?”

“I can throw a few things together.” He says and you peek over to see him rolling the sleeves of his very nice (and probably very expensive) shirt up to his elbows. Your eyes roam over, drinking in the sight of those thick veins that you couldn’t get out of your head over the weekend protruding from his forearms, the way his muscles flex with the slightest movement and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to grab onto those arms while he –

“As I was saying,” Nanami’s quiet voice interrupts your reverie. “2 ½ cups is close, but you actually need 2 ¾ cups for this recipe.” He reaches in front of you to grab a ¾ measuring cup and again, you’re assaulted with the scent of his cologne. Your mind erupts with thoughts of nothing appropriate for an employee to be thinking about their boss, but you can’t help it!

You blame it on that damn smile of his and that laugh. It’s thrown you off of your game.

Nanami takes the measuring cup you’re holding and replaces it with another. “You also need to use your hands to mix this.”

You might faint.

“Is that…” you lick your lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Is that completely necessary?”

Nanami slowly adds small amounts of flour into the mixer bowl while kneading with his other hand. “It’s time consuming, of course, but it allows for more control over the dough. You can feel the dough's texture…if it’s too dry or if it’s too wet. From there you can determine if more water or more flour is needed.” You watch as his brows furrow in concentration, a little surprised by his knowledge around dough. Though it shouldn’t be surprising given that he grew up in this very same bakery. Of course he’d know.

And once again, your stomach does somersaults.

Damnit, he was definitely going to need to stay out of the kitchen if you were going to stay employed here.

As Nanami continues working through the recipe, you chat idly about general things. He tells you a bit about his time as a businessman, but doesn’t elaborate on what exactly led him to own a bakery. And you tell him a bit about yourself, trying to keep the conversation light as this was the most you’d both interacted since your interview and you’re surprised by how well it’s going. You don’t want to ruin it by poking and prodding.

As the conversation goes on, you watch him very carefully as he works the dough, ignoring the way your heart races watching him do the very thing you do almost daily.

“The end result should be somewhat sticky,” he states.

And oh god, something was getting sticky alright…and it lay between your legs. Your eyes are glued to the bulging muscles of Nanami’s forearms working the flour into a thick doughy substance between his large, thick fingers. Your gaze moves up his stupidly sexy arms, to his biceps straining against his shirt and you imagine him flexing so hard, it rips to shreds, falling in tatters to the floor. The cartoonish image almost makes you want to laugh. And you would have if your eyes hadn’t continued their journey, higher to his tight shoulders moving in circles as he presses his palms into the dough. Higher to the tension in his jaw, the muscles rippling as he grits his teeth with focus. The kitchen suddenly feels unbearably hot and you’re not sure if it’s the ovens running causing the temperature to rise or the view in front of you.

Nanami had never mentioned he knew how to bake. But why would he? It was your job to know. You also never thought to ask after the sour note your interview ended on despite you still being offered the position. You could not stand him upon first meeting and now here you were practically drooling into this batter over how incredibly sexy he was when he was baking.

Nanami slowly pours flour in again as he kneads the dough with expert precision. The way he grips it in his hands, the way his fingers deftly sprinkle flour into the mix. You wonder what else those big hands can do.

The oven timer dings and you snap out of your lewd thoughts, pretty sure sweat is forming on your forehead from your fantasies. You spin around quickly to slide on oven mitts before you pull the pans from the oven. You’d chosen to make miniature fruit tarts with a vanilla pastry cream. A simple recipe, but absolutely to die for. Setting the tray down, you return to Nanami’s side just as he finishes kneading the dough.

And you try to hide the frown pulling at the corner of your lips when you realize you’d lost your perfect view.

He moves to the sink to wash the remaining dough from his hands, returning with plastic wrap to cover the mixing bowl. “I hope you weren’t planning on completing that today,” He says before turning to head toward the walk-in refrigerator. When he emerges, you shoot him a questioning look.

“I was going to let the dough rise for a few hours while I worked on some other things.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but shakes his head. “For this dough, you need to do a long rise for the best result. Overnight is best.”

“Okay, you’re the expert Danish pastry baker apparently,” you tease, earning you another small chuckle from him and you feel your face heat up at the sound.

What is with you today?

“How did you come up with the idea to make Wienerbrød anyway?” He questions suddenly. “Just seems a bit random given what recipes you’d given me to review.”

“Oh!” You rush back over to the mixers excitedly and grab the booklet, holding it up for Nanami to see, a wide grin on your face. “I found this under one of the mixers. It has some strange language I can’t read in the front of it…I’m assuming it’s Danish? But some delicious sounding recipes from what I could understand when I skimmed through. I decided this would be a good idea to take myself out of my comfort zone to try something new.”

Nanami takes a step forward, squinting hard at the little journal in your hands. Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly and he snatches the book from your hold. He opens it to the first page, where the foreign message is scrawled down before he snaps the book shut, his lips pursing in displeasure.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in clear irritation. “Next time you find something that is very clearly a personal belonging, please bring it to me before you take it upon yourself to poke through something that isn’t yours,” he snaps, his voice clipped.

The shift in tone takes you aback.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Mr. Nanami. It just seemed to belong to someone who knew their way around baking so I–”

“I didn’t ask for the reasoning behind your nosiness,” he cuts you off and you feel your own irritation begin to slowly rise. “Is this a habit of yours? Digging through people’s belongings and taking things that aren’t yours?”

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest defensively. “If you’d let me finish, I’m trying to apologize –”

“I don’t want an apology. I want you to show up here, bake and leave. Not spend your time digging through someone else’s belongings.”

You inhale sharply, trying to gather your thoughts. This conversation has taken an unpleasant turn and the last thing you want to do is have a blow up with your boss. You feel like you’ve actually made progress with him today and this feels like a setback waiting to happen.

“Again, Mr. Nanami, that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to try something new. I had no idea this book…” you wave your hand in his direction. “...would be such a sore spot for you.”

At this, Nanami seems to bristle. “My sore spot,” he stresses the words, “is nosey employees who don’t just do the job I asked them to do. I asked you to make a sample pastry –”

“And I did,” you cut him off, gesturing to your tarts cooling on the table. “And I had enough time to try my hand at something new, which is why I wanted to try something new and present it to you.”

You sigh when Nanami meets your response with silence.

“What’s the issue here? You had no problem with helping me make this until you saw that book,” you say, pointing at the small black journal he holds. Your gazes lock in an intense staredown and even as Nanami annoys you, you can’t help but find his frustratingly pretty brown eyes completely mesmerizing.

Ugh, stop.

“The issue,” Nanami stresses, “is you sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Excuse me? It’s just a recipe book. Why are you so upset about it? Is it yours or something?”

“Again, poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Mr. Nanami, with all due…respect,” you grit out the last word because he was really starting to piss you off, “if we’re going to be working together as closely as we are, there needs to be some trust here. It’s just a recipe book. I apologize for overstepping, but you can tell me why referencing this book to make Weenerbrod is such a big deal.”

You could swear you see the ghost of a smile on his lips just before he rolls his eyes, correcting your pronunciation of the pastry again, just as he turns his back to you. “You are my employee, I am your employer and that’s it. My helping you to bake a simple bread does not make us friends. Please complete the sample pastries I requested of you and we can reconvene once they’re finished. End of discussion.”

Nanami heads to his office without another word, slamming the door behind him.

You can only watch him disappear from your sight, seething. Left standing in the kitchen alone after yet another faceoff with your new boss, you’re suddenly reminded of your earlier conversation with Shoko.

Just try not to let him walk all over you. You’ve worked with plenty of dickheads before. What’s one more?

You resist going after Nanami and giving him a piece of your mind, instead following his instructions to finish your samples. You won’t push him. Clearly that little book meant something to him and he had no intention of sharing. And he was right. It wasn’t your business to know…

…But you can’t help feeling upset that the light mood of earlier is now gone.

You sigh, ignoring the pit in your stomach as your anger begins to subside. Instead, you move to the walk in refrigerator, gathering the ingredients to make the vanilla cream for your tarts.

Your mind is still racing with the conversation that just took place even as you mix your ingredients and pack the cream into the icing decorating bags. You realize for the first time since meeting Nanami that he wasn’t only this stoic tyrant that enjoys barking orders. He was someone with interests, someone with depth, someone who clearly enjoyed the art of baking the same way you do. You saw the look in his eyes as he guided you through making this pastry. And while you’ve barely known Nanami, you’re familiar with the look on someone’s face when they’ve participated in their passion. He looked…happy. Clearly, there’s more to Nanami than you know.

More to him than what he was willing to show you. For now.

You’re annoyingly positive.

Shoko’s words make you roll your eyes as they echo in her head. Because you know she’s right.

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hazymoonlinh · 8 months ago

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Art.

Logos x Reader

(Reader can be doctor if you want)

Why am I cooking this at 2AM 💀🤟

…

___

“Who should you love?”

It was a title of a post that y/n saw one day. It was a boring night after all, so she didn’t scroll down, instead, she keeps reading it.

You should love a poet, a musician, a painter.

An artist.

Because when they love you, they will create masterpieces of you.

Y/n thinks this is something that only happened in stories, so she just let out a silent chuckle.

But oh now how wrong that is.

Unknowingly to her, she’s now the muse of one.

That man, that artist was Aefanyl.

And you too, are an artist of love.

___

Logos will not admit it to anyone, but you've become his muse. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you smile.

Everything about you is a masterpiece to him, one that he wants to commit to memory, to write poems, to immortalize it with words...

But most importantly, to hold you close to his chest, to feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his, the feel of your breathing, the sound of his name...

His name, on your lips.

He feels... inspired... to write. For the first time in a while, Logos feels the inspiration hit him. He knows what he wants to write. That spark of inspiration he hadn't felt in quite awhile.

His pen moved with new found vigor, his words flowing...

It's you.

Logos use a bone pen to elegantly cast incantation, a bone flute to let the banshee's music echo.

Being a Sarkaz means using even those things to fight, to accept the blood flowing in his veins, to fight for eternity without rest.

The talented young Banshee has known it since he has awareness of his surroundings.

But now,

He finds himself writing poems with that pen, instead of casting spells or incantation.

Or playing a tune for you to hear, this time the song doesn’t burn his blood anymore.

_____

You haven’t touch the brush for a very long time, it has become dusty under a pile of old documents. But now, you saw yourself painting him, the brushstrokes are a bit different.

He has the most beautiful appearance that you have ever seen. Even prettier than a lot of woman.

Delicate features as if crafted by the gods themselves, long eye lashes, soft lips, smooth skin.

His red iris-a red iris is truly mesmerizing, almost otherworldly in its intensity. Its vivid hue is captivating, exuding a sense of mystery and rare beauty.

The deep, rich color draws you in like a gemstone glowing with an inner fire, making it impossible to look away. It’s a bold and stunning feature that leaves a lasting impression, hinting at stories untold behind those eyes.

After finishing the painting, you feel a pride in your chest. But what do you do with it now? Whatever, let’s just hang it in your room.

You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

________

Logos once wish that his mother would sing him the elegy if he dies in the battlefield, that way he would be in the arms of his kind until the end.

But now, with you here, he wishes to live a bit longer, praying to himself.

“Please, let me stay with her until the very end.”

He wants you to also sing the elegy. Logos's mind is filled with the thought of you. That was his new wish, with the thought that if he's to die one day, he'll die at least knowing you'll be singing for him...

Love still bloom in this doomed world, like how he still finds his way back to you after every battle he faced. In your arms, he’s not the lord of the Banshee, nor Logos, just Aefanyl.

He loves all of it. The way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you hold him. He loves it all. He loves *you.*

The way you kiss him, the sounds you make, the way you hold him close, the way you wrap your legs around him. The way he gets to hold you close, to feel your breathing and your heart next to his.

He can't seem to get enough of it.

_____

He finishes writing, quietly setting his pen and paper aside before gently holding you close against his chest, his lips pressing gently against your forehead.

(It’s 3:30 now bye 💀)

#logos arknights #arknights #logos #arknights x reader #logos x reader

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harpstring · 4 days ago

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hello!

omg i was not expecting to get accepted so fast i still have some finishing touches i need to put on things so please pardon the mess! i am carly (she/her) and this is my pathetic little flower jiyul. please do not trample him and instead help him grow big and strong by writing with him a lot 🌻 i will slowly be following the masterlist throughout the night so tumblr doesn't sh*dowb*n me, but i would love to plot with anyone and everyone interested!! please like this post and i'll come to you 💓 i can plot either through tumblr ims or dc, just let me know what you'd prefer! i have jiyul's about page up and ready for everyone to browse 👁️ but i'll also yap about him and offer some ideas under the cut!

ABOUT JIYUL

4th year undergrad, musical performance strings major

he is a twin, born february 24th, 2002. accidental babies!

their parents knew they would not be good parents at the time so they left the boys in the care of their paternal grandparents while they continued to travel and live out of their car

the boys' grandparents wanted their son to be a star musician and that did not happen so they set their sights on the twins next with the intention of molding them into classical music superstars or at least one of them had to succeed right

jiyul ended up being the "successful" one. his brother fought with them all the time and come middle school their parents offered to homeschool the boys and have them travel with them if they wanted

grandparents were not so willing to release jiyul from their clutches and jiyul loved them and didn't want to upset them so he stayed with them. his brother went with their parents

jiyul really should've just left and he regrets this now LMAO

because his grandparents were very strict and harsh and placed an immense amount of pressure on him. raised an anxious lil perfectionist but he sure was (still is) good at classical string instruments!

harp became his instrument of choice and grandma and grandpa were like. what the hell sure

high school comes and jiyul starts getting debilitating migraines

grandparents basically tell him to suck it up and go to school anyway and naturally they just get worse and he starts throwing up and passing out and can't even see sometimes

ultimately it is his school who contacts his parents bc his grandparents won't do shit and they're like what the fuck. and come to get him and take care of him asap, thank god

this naturally happened to be during college entrance exams and jiyul was like convinced he was dying

to jiyul's shock his parents do NOT force him to go to uni and instead suggest he travel with them and see if some doctors could figure out what was going on and generally focus on Healing

so he does that for a year and ultimately the only answer they get is that the migraines are stress related. there's gotta be some truth to that because as soon as he's away from his grandparents the migraines aren't nearly as bad anymore! who knew

he does end up going to uni after he thinks he has the migraines under control, and here's where yeonhwa (FINALLY...) comes in woohoo!!

he is a really good student and ultimately really successful and as long as he manages his stress he's okay BUT he is always a bit terrified the migraines will come back and ruin his life again

he is just naturally a bit anxious and timid. very shy and quiet. very much hides behind his instruments and feels most comfortable there

howeverrr his parents did encourage him to join clubs so he could make some friends, so he's in polaris, music, art and photography clubs! he's just a creative guy in general but he's definitely better at music than art

he also has a part time job at a music store! think instruments and sheet music and equipment

he isn't totally sure he's on the right path, and if this is HIS path or someone else's, but he's just gonna keep walking and see where he ends up...

PLOT IDEAS

people who think he's soooo cool for playing harp and he's just kinda an oblivious loser

former high school classmates would be rly fun! he's not from seoul tho (but where he's from outside of seoul is negotiable ljkasdjflsd)

people he helps study/unofficially tutors. he's probably really good at it and he will also do it for free because he's too nice

people to take advantage of his kindness in general tbh LMAO it'll be sad but i fear he needs to learn some lessons

Exes, he would be a very sweet albeit kinda distant bf. i think he's only dated girls but he is definitely male-leaning bi at best 😭 #internalizedhomo/biphobia

guy he hooks up with who gives him a crisis. it would not be the first time but he does still have a crisis every time

fellow music people he uncharacteristically yaps with. he loves music!! playing music listening to music (nervously) sharing music with others talking about music all of it

he also likes learning languages and knows a bit of a lot of them! english, japanese and mandarin are all in his repertoire and he loves to practice even if he's shy so it would be great for him to be friends with foreigners

fellow club people, he is in polaris and i think he sometimes regrets it because he gets Overwhelmed but i would love for him to have some pals there 😭

someone offers to buy him a coffee and anxious ass jiyul has to awkwardly figure out how to tell them he doesn't like coffee it'll be funny trust me

he lives in the b612 building so neighbors! he is boring and mostly keeps to himself but he probably quietly leaves cute things on the communal cork board when no one is looking. drawing of a flower, quote he likes, kind reminders, etc. someone who catches him doing this perhaps? he will get so embarrassed if he gets called out

someone who asks him to teach them how to play harp (or some other classical instrument) he will try!

i have honestly not looked at any event stuff yet but i would love event related things! i'll update this with ideas for that too once i catch up

okay i've been typing this for over an hour so hopefully this is a good starting place aljksfjklasd pls plot w me i love to brainstorm and ty for reading if u made it this far!!

#dg:intro #✧ ⏤ ooc #mom come pick me up i'm scared.....#((positive))#i should go to sleep soon so if i disappear that is what happened but #chances are i will Not and will be around a while!

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fanme25 · 4 months ago

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I know some PJO fans don't let other people have their ships. I want to understand the reason. My ships are Perclarisse and Perachel. Have a problem with that? I'm sorry. Perclarisse is not that much different from Percabeth and Perachel is better than Percabeth. But, this is just my perspective.

(Already made some posts about them. But, what i got from comments and scenes, i think they have a bigger potential than Percabeth and it could have turned the story more interesting)

What about Pernico/Percico or Percy + God?

Pernico.

Nico is growing up, right? He's not the same little boy as before. So, if someone ships ADULT Nico and Percy, what is the problem? Wouldn't Nico be older than Will, but stuck in his young body, like a vampire? The same thing can happen to a god.

Percy + God?

The gods don't have DNAS. They have incest relationships. Demigods also date their cousins (cough Percabeth) and some people may ship a demigod with his aunt/uncle if it's a couple with a son/daughter of Zeus or whatever. Gods are like vampires, old people stuck in a young body. But, in their case, they can have any body they want. Apollo would be like a cousin to Percy, right? So, why can't ADULT Percy be shipped with him?

In real life, this happens a lot. Adults with 10 years from difference of age. They are happy and healthy. Nobody gets bothered by it. Example: A man with 50 and his wife with 40. So, let's not be hypocrites. If Annabeth had the same age as Nico's or was a goddess, maybe even a Hunter, people would still ship her with Percy.

Sorry for my English, not my first language. I won't say 100% facts here by lines from the book because it's not being the best source recently. There are fanfics with better stories than this. I go by my own analysis based on how the character behaves and his/her personality. So, i guess any other couple would be more interesting than Percabeth that was developed by the books. If they at least had a good development....

I'm not saying my ships are the best or another one is, just giving an opinion what i think would be more interesting to read or to watch.

Rachel has her oracle thing. She's also a mortal like Percy's mother that can see the monsters. She's very smart and tries to help with good causes. Despite being a human, she tries to handle herself in the best way she can. I think she doesn't care about money. I don't remember if her father is rich, which could be something good to see. Percy's family could meet the rich side of the family of his girlfriend. Even having a rich father-in-law, Percy would want to archieve his dreams by himself, something that Rachel would agree with. She literally threw a hairbrush at Kronos and used an helicopter, please! From someone that seemed not wanting to get stuck with his demigod side, Rachel could have been a great option for Percy.

I already made posts saying my reasons to like Perclarisse. So, i won't say them again. I'm not a Percico, Perpollo or Percy+ any god shipper, but i think respect is the least we could do, you know?

I'm creating a new group where people can talk about their ships and post arts, stories or share their opinions. I don't accept any hate towards a ship.

#ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy series #pernico #percico #anti percabeth #perpollo

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bright-eyed-sinner · 8 months ago

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Wizards: A Controversy

I acknowledge, full well, that I am going to step on some toes with this one. Some of what I'm about to say will definitely rub people the wrong way. Before I begin, I want to say that I agree wholeheartedly that my stance is uncommon, morally questionable, and faithless. I am not here to question your faith, nor your validity, however- only to express how I have coped with my own. I've said before that I self-identify as a wizard. Not a magician/magickian- ceremony isn't my tallest teacup. Not a witch- the line that determines what makes a witch can get shaky when you examine the claims of influential witchcraft figures. Not a sorcerer- my magic isn't inherently malfeasant. Not a druid- I love nature, but I fear the wild. I am a wizard, which to me, means two things: I am really good at knowing things that other people don't bother to learn; and I live in a world where idea and analogy are inherently tied to matter and action. I have a saying: "Wizards are not good con men- con men are just bad wizards." The reason I say this is because I don't believe in magick. I use the Crowleyan spelling here because for as much as I believe that I can affect the world tangentially, through symbolic words, art, and rituals- I know that's a result of interpretation. I am only using magic because that is what I have decided to acknowledge this practice as. And if I can get consistent results in that mindset, I don't need to look at it any deeper than that- most people will see the results and accept, at least, that "The Wizard Did It Somehow". And that's that. The public doesn't care how Granny Fitz makes her famous apple pie, it's still the best damn pie they've ever tasted. We magic-users all talk in a kind of advanced, unspoken-of code, I've found. Aphorism, analogy, and fable all blend to create this rich landscape of phrases that are all too easy to take literally. Running around the forest with friends to restore dopamine becomes 'a moonlit coven ritual.' An anxiety episode or a deep depression that we cannot explain becomes a 'spiritual attack.' Problem solving or brainstorming with a visual aid becomes 'divination.' Therapy is shadow work. Cleaning and airing out our homes is consecration. Doing arts and crafts to deal with a break up is cord-cutting. Stopping to acknowledge our needs for rest and a warm drink is meditation. Our hopes, ambitions, fears, and loves are gods. (Deity work primer post) It never stops. And just in case you're frothing at the mouth with rage that I would dare reduce your spirituality to this- I don't ever want it to. I don't ever think it should. We live through analogies and ideas, and they have re-enchanted our lives, uplifted our mental and physical health, and improved us as people- all because we give enough to ourselves and spaces that we are able to take back from them when we need to, in the form of comfort, and reminders, and something to do with ourselves when we have nothing else. Please know that I am making this post for the little magi, the reluctant wizards, the beautiful curious enchanters- it is so easy to fall prey to pseudoscience and cult behaviors, and equally easy to dismiss this entire thing as a LARP or a farce because "that's not how the world works." Be reasonable, with yourselves and others, I beg you. Let the magical live alongside the mundane, because the 'us and them' is exhausting for everyone involved. It is magic. It is amazing. It is real, valid, useful, moving, empowering, and beautiful. It is not a substitute for the world around you.

Blessings, with love from this long-winded madman.

#witchcraft #grimoire #magick #baby witch #spirituality #ritual #spellwork #witchblr #please be kind #i mean no harm in saying this #ars practica

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billie-black · 2 years ago

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Thread of odd connections between Ikora, Elsie and Eris

I was scrolling through concept art when I noticed that, despite not being so in-game, The Stranger's rifle is Branded as a Cassoid weapon. This wouldn't mean much, bungie tends to use decals at random, except-

The curse of osiris variant, The Machina Dei 4, is also branded with a slightly altered version of the Cassoid logo, which I think proves that it has been upgraded with components from the foundry.

But let's put a pin on that and talk about another Cassoid weapon, The Invective shotgun, Ikora's signature weapon. The Invective has an ornament called Iconoclast, a word which here means "Destroyer of images used in religious worship." This nomenclature is very similar to-

The Vex Mythoclast, a weapon which, thanks to its sister weapon, The Worldline Zero (which coincidentally also has a prophecy variant), we know to be made by Elsie Bray. Canonically, we earn the Mythoclast as part of-

the "Not forged in light" quest, which ends with Elsie gifting us the No time to explain. A weapon which eventually ends back up in her hands and she gifts to us again earlier in the timeline as-

The stranger's rifle, which hangs around until it becomes the Machina Dei 4 (later Adhortative). And the prophecy attached to the Machina Dei 4 desribes Eris Morn and the events of Shadowkeep, when Eris discovers stasis and starts using the darkness.

A charnel but effulgent orb.

beacon in a loathsome dark.

Fêted, fetid corpses rise.

a too-long-absent gibbous spark.

Now, it's generally accepted that No time to explain (and all it's variants by proxy) was created at some future point in a distant timeline, this is incorrect. Ghost specifically points out that "parts" of it shouldn't exist, because the rifle itself is a common suros frame.

Going back to The Invective, you're probably more familiar with its legendary sister, The Comedian, and its D2 counterpart, Deadpan Delivery. The Comedian's flavor text reads "A. A ha. A ha ha ha. A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha" In D1 the joke wasn't really clear, but with the addition of a lore tab in D2, the joke has become the vanguard's falling victim to a hive god's deceit. Now, let's take a little trip to The dark future.

In The dark future, Beyond light never happened, Eramis was allowed to grow her armies and master stasis, which led to a massive attack on the city by Cabal remnants, Savathûn, and the glorious House Salvation, all masterminded by Eris Morn, who up to that point was believed to be an ally, but had been corrupted by stasis and the darkness.

Coming back to our timeline, let's look at differences between our case exotics and their variants. Elsie's rifle has undergone many more modifications than Invective. Matter of fact, Invective has barely undergone any changes from its default. It's painted red, AND It has tape wrapped the handle and the grip, just like No time to explain. (I know I'm talking about grip tape right now but please don't go, it gets better, I promise)

It's a weak link, many weapons have grip tape, but I think many of these small details add up and point to The Iconoclast being one of Elsie's gifts. Let's review the similarities between Iconoclast and other gifts from Elsie.

>It's sourced from one of the city foundries and later received Cassoid upgrades (Invective and it's variants are nadir products)

>It has grip tape where the original does not.

>Mythoclast and Iconoclast are very similar terms and could point to a connection.

>It has a perpetual ammo function, like No time to explain and The Mythoclast.

But we should also look at Iconoclast within it's own context. Invective being her weapon, what does it mean for Ikora? She's never been been known to combat or really oppose any sort of religion, at least that I can find. And let's make it clear, the gun is not the Iconoclast. Just like the Mythoclast is not The Mythoclast. The weapons, in this case, are named for the wielder. You kill Atheon and so you become the Mythoclast, the gun is more of symbol. So, what religious figure is Ikora supposed to kill in order to become the Iconoclast?

Well, just this season, the hive have come out with a brand spanking new god, one very close to Ikora. Now I don't think Ikora is going to kill Eris. Eris would need to do something completely heinous for her to even consider that. Like, idk, bombarding the last city with House Salvation and the shadow legion... i. e., what happens in the dark timeline.

Look, I really don't believe Eris is going to turn evil all the sudden, that would be character assasination of the highest magnitude. But from Ikora's point of view? She has a supposed time traveller yelling at her that she's letting everything go sideways.

So my theory is that Elsie took Ikora's Invective from some other failed timeline (possibly the one where they smooch) and gave it to Ikora as the Iconoclast, along with the idea that alternate Ikora ruined everything because she failed to act and put Eris down when she could.

And this is where Deadpan Delivery comes in. You see, Ikora doesn't use invective anymore, and she doesn't use the Comedian. She exclusively wields Deadpan Delivery. Now, I know this was probably just the animators being faithful to her character, seeing how she prefers shotguns-

But the retroactive additions to the Comedian's lore, outside my crazed theories, implies a statement from Ikora. The Comedian's joke is the vanguard falling victim to a hive god's deceit, and in the dark timeline that god, the Savathûn figure, is Eris morn. And so-

By maining Deadpan delivery Ikora is subtextually saying "It's not funny. I'm not laughing. I don't subscribe to the narrative put forward by the comedian or Elsie. I trust Eris". And by rejecting the Comedian she's additionally disavowing it's older sister, The Invective, which is a symbol of the gung ho attitude which defined her in her youth. And wether my Iconoclast theory is correct or not, we can definitively say: Ikora is against what it represents , she is a guardian, and she will make a new fate no matter what.

#eris morn #ikora rey #elsie bray #destiny 2 #season of the witch #ikoris #ikora/eris

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diminuel · 10 months ago

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Sup! So like I know the Stinky Child AU is mostly just a happy fluffy Everybody Lives And The Fam Is Together AU but, and idk if you've answered this before, how do the Vivi and Robin plotlines go? As in, I'm assuming Crocodile is chill and ain't attempting manufacturing civil war to take over BUT I gotta know how it goes when it comes to Robin cause it'd be so funny to see these poor parents react to YOUR SON AND HIS CREW BEAT UP CP9 AND DECLARED WAR ON *THE WORLD* FOR THEIR FRIEND (who may or may not have been your assistant Wani)

The problem with my art and AUs is that I make AUs of AUs.

Stinky Child AU has the premise of "what if Crocodile and Dragon raised ASL" and it tries to stick closer to canon - i.e. the world cannot know of the relation between them.

And then there's an AU of that premise where Dragon and Crocodile make their kids everybody else's problems *lol* (i.e. nothing bad happens, it's fluff and comedy)

I've rambled before on Alabasta which you can read about here!

Regarding Robin. Crocodile would not tell Dragon about her, even though he knows Dragon has been looking for her. He's informed Robin about that probably, but he most likely gave Robin a promise that he'd keep her secret and that means also from Dragon. And he wouldn't try to kill her of course. When she refused to tell him what is written on the Poneglyph he accepts it as the final nail in the coffin that everything he's tried to do in Alabasta has ultimately failed. It's over. I'm not entirely sure how the fight against Luffy would go, but I assume that Crocodile suggested that Robin should join Luffy when everything is said and done, which she eventually does.

And Crocodile would already be in prison when the whole Ennies Lobby incident happens but Dragon would probably be very pleased because he's a "fuck the Government" kind of guy . Even though Luffy does it just to save one person, so his motivation is quite different. Dragon will take it anyway. That's probably the thing to put a smile on his face after his husband got his ass sent to Impel Down and Dragon can't really do anything about it. (Though the joy probably doesn't last too long because Ace gets sent there too and oh god. But I'm getting ahead of myself *lol*)

(And in the comedy version, Vivi and Robin most likely grew up as sort of family to Luffy as well. There's an AU out there where Vivi is Crocodile's biological child. Whether it's this one or not I don't know. I'll let people decide that *lol* (In every AU there's at least one break up between Dragon and Crocodile so we can sneak in some chaos.) That said, Crocodile would find Robin very early on because Dragon is looking for her. If Dragon makes puppy eyes about this poor child, Crocodile is getting him this poor child. Congrats on your new child. Declaring war on the world - or the world government - for a friend/ sister is a very Luffy thing to do, so nobody is surprised. Sengoku probably thinks about resigning because this is getting too stupid for him. What did CP9/ the World Government think was going to happen??! Don't they know what kind of family Robin has? Haha.)

#Anon #Diminuel replies #Stinky Child AU

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thou-confess-to-thy-servant · 8 months ago

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Greetings.

I am Eclipse, servant of my Lord, Lunar, however, with the existence of the multiverse... I am to be addressed as Phobos, and my Lord is Crescent.

I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, however I care not for the lot of you, I am simply here because Sire Crescent decided this would be an interesting new form of entertainment.

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klaus-littlestwolf · 2 years ago

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Can you please do anal with Klaus and Y/n

Or something like that

Maybe klaus fucks her with a vibrator up her ass

Of course if you’re uncomfortable I understand, after reading the highschool klaus I thought you might be someone who would write it

Modern!Highschool Klaus M. Pt.4

Warning: Smut! Anal sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, and tooth rotting levels of Dd/Lg sweetness from Daddy!Klaus

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‘Okay, let’s go mail them!’ Y/n grinned, hopping up and down excitedly, somehow she was more excited about me going to Art school than I was.

‘I still don’t like that you paid for this, I-‘

‘You need to let it go Daddy, I’ve already paid for your applications and it’s only to 3 schools. All of which you’re going to get in so it’ll be worth it!’

We’ve been together for a week now and in the last week Y/n has insisted I apply to art schools that I’m never going to get into. I know that she wants me to pursue my dream but I don’t know if I can take the rejection. All of the schools I would consider going to are extremely prestigious and competitive, they also only accept 150 kids every year but she insists that I try. I agreed to 3 of the applications of which she has helped me with the past few days, my top school however I refused to even apply. The price for the application was 150 dollars and Y/n had paid for the 3 I was sending already which cost 120. I hate her spending money on me, I should be spoiling her, that’s my job as her boyfriend, then again her parents gave her money instead of caring for her so she really didn’t need me to.

‘I love how optimistic you are for me Babygirl.’ I loved that she believed in me so much, though I hated how much she doubted herself. She had gone on and on to me about how dumb she is and I assumed she was failing out of school when she has a 3.8 GPA, however I convinced her to apply to schools in the same areas as the ones I am, with any luck we will get to at least be close if not get an apartment together.

‘I’m not optimistic, I’m realistic! You’re fucking talented Daddy, they would be stupid as fuck not to pick you!’ God I love this girl.

After mailing the applications for the both of us we ended up back at my house where Y/n had been staying with me for 4 days straight now.

‘You realize it’s going to be your fourth night staying here in a row, right?’ I questioned and she looked up at me from where she had sat on my bed, pulling out her math book.

‘Yeah…?’

‘Don’t you think we should talk about that?’ I changed into a pair of sweats and removed my shirt, getting comfortable to not do anything for the rest of the night since it was Friday and we could lounge around the entire weekend.

‘Oh…um, okay. I mean, I can go. I didn’t realize that you-‘

‘What? No! Y/n, no! I mean we should talk about you bringing stuff here if you’re going to be staying from now on. I can move some stuff and you can have a couple of drawers, you can bring your shampoo and shit so you don’t keep going home to shower. The shower thing is becoming very inconvenient as I would very much like to take a shower with my girlfriend, we are doing that tomorrow whether you like it or not.’ I teased, pushing her back onto the bed and lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist as I crawled over top of her.

‘Is that right?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Her eyebrows went up before I leaned into her neck, sucking a dark red mark onto her skin.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to get used to the idea then, won’t I?’ I grunted an affirmation while continuing to kiss her neck, trailing my hands up under her shirt. ‘We can go and I’ll pack a bag tomorrow if you’re okay with it. My parents won’t care, probably won’t even notice if I’m perfectly honest.’ She said it as if it was normal and she didn’t care but I knew deep down it bothered her a lot that her parents didn’t give a shit about her. ‘My god you’re a fucking horn dog!’ She teased, feeling my hard cock pressing against her pussy.

‘Yes, we know this. I’m a 17 year old boy, it’s common sense to assume that…I love you.’ I had previously told her that I love her in passing, teasingly but also serious however she looked at me shocked as she could feel how deeply I meant it.

‘Nik-‘

‘I love you. I’m sorry you don’t have enough people telling you that because you deserve it and it’s their loss that they don’t get to know what an amazing, generous and wonderful girl you are but I love you Y/n.’ She nodded slowly as if taking it in before a huge smile overtook her face.

‘I love you too Nik. I love you so much.’ She pulled me down to press her lips to mine hard. ‘You know what else?’ She asked against my lips and I pulled back to look at her.

‘What?’

‘I trust you.’ I felt honored by that, I know she has a hard time trusting people so to know she trusts me is a wonderful feeling.

‘I trust you too, and I would never hurt you. You’re my Princess.’ I trailed my lips down her neck, continuing to suck marks there knowing how much she loves and hates it, constantly having to cover them with makeup.

‘Maybe we try something new tonight?’

‘Mmm, like what?’ We’d only been together a week but we’d proved to be a very horny and adventurous couple. I couldn’t imagine what she meant by that.

‘Like maybe another hole?’ She whispered as I continued sucking on her skin until my brain caught up to her words and I pulled back, looking down at her in shock.

‘Really? You-you want to-I would need to stretch you out first.’ She shook her head, taking my hand and bringing it down to her pussy, my fingers grazing something against her asshole and I quickly realized something was already stretching her little hole out for me. ‘Fuck!’ I practically ripped her shorts and panties from her body to see the green jewel on the end of the butt plug that she knew was my favorite color. ‘You’re so fucking perfect, you know that? Are…are you sure?’ She nodded, grinning excitedly and I didn’t need to ask again, pulling my sweats and boxers down before moving to grab the lube I had in my drawer. I placed the bottle beside me before leaning down, ready to shove my face into her cunt when she pulled on my hair.

‘If you want to do that later, fine, but I have had a butt plug in my ass for almost 2 hours, and I’m already dripping. If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to God, someone is going to!’ Her tone was playful but I could tell how serious she really was and I growled, pulling the green jewel from her ass and hearing her whimper as it popped free.

‘Fuck!’ I cursed, seeing her hole open slightly and quickly squirting the bottle on my fingers, pushing them into her and feeling how tight she still was before practically filling my hand with it and lathering my cock in the slick substance. ‘You tell me to stop and I will, okay?’ She nodded firmly, determination covering her face as I lined my cock up with her hole and began pushing in, hissing at the tight squeeze. I had thought her pussy would kill me when I fucked her the first time, and now as I pushed all the way into her hole I’m thinking I may be reincarnated during this she’s so damn tight. ‘GodDammit! How many times have you done this?! Fuck you’re tight!’

‘Never…’ she whimpered and I froze, looking down at her in shock. I had just assumed, clearly incorrectly, that she had tried everything with James…and here I am in her ass for the first time.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that-‘

‘Don’t make it a big deal, I never trusted him…I love you Nik.’

I just stared at her for a moment in shock. It was one of the very few times she didn’t call me “Daddy” while I’m inside of her and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. ‘Y/n, I…my God Princess, I love you so fucking much!’ I leaned down to press my lips to hers and as I did we both cried out at the pressure.

‘I wish it had always been you, wish I could have given you my virginity-‘ I covered her mouth with my hand, resting my forehead onto hers as I took a deep breath.

‘You’ve given me everything that means anything Y/n, virginity is a fake construct created by men to shame women. You’ve given me your love and trust, your body is just a plus…a fantastic plus that I’m deeply in love with-‘ she smacked my ass as I teased her and made her giggle which only made me grunt as she squeezed my cock when she laughed. ‘Okay. Breathe.’ She nodded as I leaned on my arms and pulled back out of her, pushing back in again and not being able to stop the smile as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful.’ I pushed back in 2 more times before speeding my pace up a bit as she began to start moving as well, relaxing under me as she grew used to the new feeling and wrapped her arms around my neck.

‘Yes Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Ahh!’ I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I was determined to make her cum before I did, also knowing we would definitely be doing this again.

‘Are you gonna cum for Daddy, Princess? You gonna cum from Daddy fucking this tight little hole?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Yeah? Daddy’s fucking your tiny babyhole right now, I know that makes you want to cum! You need it!’ My hands gripped her thighs and lifted her legs up, pushing them onto my shoulders and she wailed! I shoved into her once more before her back arched and she squirt all over my lower body and the blanket which was the single sexiest thing I believe I had ever fucking seen and not a second later I was cumming right along side her, filling her asshole as full as I possibly could, crashing our lips together as we came.

I couldn’t tell you how long we stayed in that position, unable to move until I felt her shiver against me. Being covered in cum in a basement with the air conditioner on is a bad combination, however I keep it on almost always as Y/n likes to sleep in the cold and be able to snuggle into my warm body under heavy, fuzzy blankets. It makes me feel like I’m in the arctic sometimes but I like how happy she is when we cuddle under 6 Sherpa blankets with a heavy comforter on top.

‘Hold on gorgeous, hold on.’ I pulled myself out of her gently and moved to the bathroom, washing my cock off from the pint of lube and cum before getting a wet cloth. I grabbed 2 pairs of my boxers and 2 shirts before quickly cleaning her off as well.

‘Don’t feel gorgeous, feel sticky.’ She mumbled, grimacing as I wiped her thighs, before sighing.

‘Well you are, gorgeous as always. Daddy’s perfect Babygirl. You’re the most perfect girl that’s ever walked this earth and I am the luckiest man in existence that you’ve decided that I am worthy of getting to love you.’ Her face blushed a deep red and I loved seeing how flustered she got when I said things like that. She deserved all the love in the world and for some reason she had never gotten any until me, so I will be making sure she knows how perfect she is every chance I get. ‘How do you feel? I didn’t harm you, did I?’ I wondered, lifting her legs and maneuvering the boxers up her body to cover her before sitting her up and pulling the shirt over her arms and head.

‘No Nik, I’m okay. A little sore but totally fine, wonderful, absolutely perfect! My Daddy made me feel so good! I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.’

‘Well that’s good, because you squirt all over me.’ I smiled, kissing her nose before seeing her eyes widen and quickly pressed our lips together before she could do something stupid like apologize to me. ‘It was hot, I would say the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen but I think watching my cock push into your asshole has to be the sexiest thing.’ I brushed her hair out with the brush on the bedside table before putting it up for her and removing the damp blanket on top of the bed that we had been on, laying a new one on top and crawling in beside her.

‘I love you Daddy…promise me we’re going to be together forever.’

I pulled her close, resting her head on my chest and kissed her head, my hand rubbing up her back. ‘I promise Baby, it’s you and me, Always and Forever.’

4 Months Later

‘Nik! Where are you?!’ I heard Y/n call from the front door. She had officially moved in a week after moving her stuff into my room and after seeing how much of an effect she had on me my mother didn’t mind at all, loving my girlfriend like her own child nearly instantaneously.

‘Kitchen with Elijah and Kol!’ I shouted back, pulling the potatoes out of the oven and finishing playing up our dinner for the night before my brothers tore into the rest.

‘Hey.’ She greeted, pulling me close and kissing me excitedly. ‘I have something for you.’ She told me, holding up a letter.

We had gotten all of our college letters back last week and surprisingly I had been accepted to all of them like she said I would and we had decided on Columbia university. It had an amazing arts program and she was accepted to a school not far, but as she seemed to be holding up a college admissions letter I was confused.

‘What’s this? I got all my school letters back.’ I said just as Rebekah walked in, hugging Y/n in greeting, they had become very good friends despite my pleading them not to.

‘What’s this about school? I thought you got accepted.’

‘I did…what did you do?’ I questioned her and now everyone was looking at us.

‘Well you adamantly refused to apply to the school you wanted to go to most of all and so I paid to get the admissions forms and forged your application. All I had to do was fill in your information and make a portfolio of 20 of your most recent pieces. I picked my favorites…I used my painting as well.’ She blushed and I just stared at her for a moment.

‘That cost $150 Y/n! I told you I didn’t want to do that and you picked paintings I didn’t want to use on top of that?! Why would you-‘ I huffed out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair and turning away to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

‘Rhode Island School of Design.’ Elijah read, having taken it from her.

‘He’s afraid he won’t get into his dream school so he pretended that the price was the reason he didn’t apply.’ She told him and I turned around, glaring.

‘You Spent $150 Dollars On Me For A Rejection Letter!’ She flinched and I instantly relaxed my body as much as I could, never wanting her to be afraid of me. ‘Why would you do this? I told you I wasn’t going to apply and you fought for it but I still said ‘no’. Why would-‘

‘You’ve been accepted.’ Elijah spoke and I spun to look at him, staring for about 5 seconds before snatching the letter and reading over it to see that he was right. It read that they were impressed with my assortment of unique art pieces.

‘I got accepted to a college about 5 miles away if that’s any help in making your decision for-‘ I cut her off by shoving my lips to hers roughly and hugging her to my body, face in my neck.

‘I’m so sorry. Thank you Y/n. Thank you!’ I took hold of her face in my hands and felt like I fell in love with her smiling face all over again. ‘You believed in me when I didn’t, this whole time. I still don’t like you spending money on me but…thank you. Looks like we’re going to Rhode Island next year.’

‘Damn straight Art Nerd, you ain’t goin’ without me! All those art nerd girls, can’t have you being stolen away.’ She teased.

‘Not a chance in Hell Princess. You’re mine. Always and Forever.’

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therobbycuepitt · 1 month ago

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let this be clear: we are not overreacting over the interviewer calling Shawn "Daddy"

Let's put on our grown up person pants on and listen: fandom language and fandom behavior is only intended for fandom spaces--NOT OFFICIAL INTERVIEWS AT THE ACTORS WORK SPACE.

Please for the love of God or whoever that is that you believe in(or don't) this is not acceptable behavior. It's like taking time from Scarlett Johansson's day to sit her down, mic her up, set a camera in front of her face just to ask her: "The Black Widow suit looks really tight. Do you wear any underwear in there?" 🤦🤦🤦 please be so fucking for real.

Sure, Shawn was a real sport about it laughing and saying it's making him blush, it's PR training. Take the compliment. Don't ruin the air by showing discomfort. Let it be lighthearted. This man has been in the business for DECADES, this type of response from the audience is possibly very new to him. And yes it is very fucked up to be constantly sexualized for even just existing. Make your edits, write your fics, draw some shit--whatever. BUT DON'T GO SHOWING IT TO THEM TO GET A REACTION. I, personally as someone who draws and writes smut for their characters, would actually rather die than watch the actor I'm a fan of see the unhinged side of the shit I create FOR THE FANDOM. (Yes I have tagged some of the actors on art I've posted abt the pitt--PG art okay. Never the explicit ones.)

We can all 'haha' and kiki on the internet because he's trying to interact with fans but at the very least let's show this man some respect to his actual face. There's nothing wrong with finding the man attractive/hot/sexy but please stop trying to shove weird fandom behavior down this man's throat. Let him have his fun on the internet but please don't make it weird and uncomfortable. He's literally one link away from stumbling into reading a fanfic about him getting pegged or whatever. Leave the man alone.

Imagine the whole fandom space as a big group chat you have with your friends. Would you want that shit leaked? No. God I have so many things to say but all of this is making my head spin.

Anyway, please don't act gross towards actors. Thank you 🙂

#it has happened TWICE with him now #im mad low-key but also so disappointed by ppls behavior

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tokiro07 · 3 months ago

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Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2025, Issue #21: Fakeout Death Week

One Piece: The Gods Knights prove too much for the Straw Hats to handle without the Monster Trio present; Gunko reveals that the plot to kidnap the Giant children is meant to coerce Elbaf to fight on the World Government's behalf in the upcoming world war; Sommers laments the WG's original deal with Harald falling through. / As Mr. Morj pointed out in his video this week, this chapter highlights the need for the rest of the crew to make some hefty strides to catch up with the Monster Trio, which may be exactly what I personally need to feel more invested in this arc

Roboco: Motsuo and Gorilla get into another one of their patented Bromantic 4D Chess Matches, this time trying to force the other to apologize first for a stupid fight that they both want to end. / I feel like I've read this exact chapter before, but I guess that'll happen when you establish a specific formula for running gags; either way, it's a gag I enjoy, so I'm not mad

Sakamoto: Oki throws Shishiba and Osaragi to a horde of Rank-and-Files with the promise of a seat on the Order to whoever kills them - this goes as well as you would think; the ensuing bloodlust awakens Takamura's personality within Uzuki, resulting in Osaragi taking a grievous wound; Kamihate betrays the Order to protect Osaragi. / I completely forgot that Kamihate had any feelings for Osaragi, but he's so based for that

EluSam: Ayako and Momonoi are confronted by Moronao's nephew, Moroyo; the Elusive Samurai disguise themselves as deities to take advantage of a superstitious rumor spreading through Moronao's troops that the gods seek vengeance for the temples that they've desecrated in their conquest. / It's very fun how Matsui deliberately notes when historical record is left vague and finds a way to believably fill the holes; unrelated to the chapter itself - NEUROOO!!! Matsui, PLEASE at least do a one-shot so I can see the Neuro cast in your current art style! Let me see my boy Higuchi!

Witch Watch: When Morihito threatens to fire Ban for her slovenly attitude, Ban has Nico cast a spell on him that turns his anger into a thundercloud that puts off his rage until it gets too big; instead of using this to gauge when she's pushing his buttons, Ban takes advantage of Morihito's inability to retaliate - this goes as well as you would think. / As much as I enjoy seeing Ban get pushed down the proverbial stairs, seeing her strongarming Nico into helping her tells me that she probably should be fired

Blue Box: Taiki and co. go on a shrine visit for New Years; on the train home, after overhearing Moriya's boyfriend talking about how he doesn't view Kyo as a romantic threat, Kyo and Hina reflect on their respective unrequited feelings. / Kyo's supposition that there's more unrequited than requited love in the world is certainly a mature viewpoint, but I think he's trying to take that perspective to avoid dealing with his emotions rather than accepting them

Akane: During Akane's absence, Karashi earned second place in a major comedy competition using an unconventional Rakugo performance in response to Chocho's assessment that he plays things too safe; Karashi agrees to a rematch with Hikaru and Akane at the upcoming Zuiun Prize. / Huh, the way he was being portrayed lately, I thought for sure Karashi was down and out, but it looks like he's doing fine - I wonder if there's more to his emotional state than what we're being told here?

Kill Blue: Juzo lets himself get swept up in a fortune-telling fad and ends up just humiliating himself in a torrent of bad luck and financial loss; despite this, he refuses to break an appointment he made with the head of the Divination Club so as not to be rude, and quickly learns that he's actually Student Council Secretary Iyori, who immediately determines that Juzo is a hitman. / Iyori realizing that Juzo is a hitman would be a lot more impressive if I didn't already know that the Student Council is trained to fight off hitmen - like, yeah, obviously he'll recognize a hitman, it doesn't seem particularly mystical since the trick is already known

Nue: unable to get close to Suzaku directly, Gakuro opts to go through Ishu's sister Mikumo instead, a fellow Gakuro-stan; Mikumo fights for her life to not let her feelings for Gakuro force her to betray Suzaku, but she inevitably folds and warps Gakuro straight to Raisei. / The pacing of jumping from a silly romcom chapter to a direct confrontation with a major enemy is absolutely blistering, but we'll let Kawae cook; I like Mikumo well enough, but at this point it seems like we'll be getting a new girl added to the harem every eight hours until they're showing up every four minutes - I hate the idea of Gakuro manipulating these girls to help him succeed, but it doesn't feel like Kawae intends to commit to every single new heroine

Kagurabachi: Hiruhiko gets the okay from Yura to kill Samura and ups the potency of Banquet to show Samura visions of his family suffering; while distracted by the hallucinations, Samura gets stabbed by the corpses manipulated by Hiruhiko's Play, seemingly sustaining several fatal wounds; however, this allows him to activate Suzaku, an ability fueled by damage. / Once again, Hakazono really had me going and made me think that Samura was actually going to bite it, and I realized exactly WHY I fell for the same fakeout two weeks in a row - the three abilities of the Enchanted Blades are inherent to the blades themselves, therefore it doesn't matter who wields them to demonstrate those abilities; if Hiruhiko died last week, someone else would take Kumeyuri, and if Samura died here, then surely my theory that Iori would get Tobimune would be proven correct and she'd be the one to show off Suzaku

Chojo: When Lily is invited to hang out with some girls from school, she worries that she won't be able to make friends with them and asks Chojo to use his powers to figure out how she can do so successfully; Chojo refuses, having plenty of experience with how relationships based on psychically attained knowledge go; instead, he forces Lily into showing off her gaming skills, which impresses the girls and allows Lily to be herself around them. / A very cute chapter for Lily, but I'm way more interested in Chojo's motivations here considering how serious he was in rejecting her request; I feel like there was a chapter dedicated to that earlier on, but I can't remember, so I wouldn't mind a bit more exploration on the topic

Astro Royale: Hibaru defeats Tendo and retrieves his Daybreak Ore, and receives a vision of his sister Sora; she explains that she's an alien, and that the Daybreak Ore was made from her body after government experimentation; another Yotsurugi sibling, Tsubasa, is revealed to have used one of the Daybreak Ore to cause the disaster that toppled the government, at the cost of his life; Hibaru resolves to find the rest of the Daybreak Ore to use their power to restore the world and put Sora to rest. / Gotta love that Axeposition; given the flow of this arc, I don't think there was any other way to end it than a Story Goes On ending, but I can't help but feel that revealing all of those mysteries that hadn't actually been built up was perhaps not the best note to leave this series on; if it were me, I think I would have used this chapter to hint at those answers and leave whatever fans there are with something to chew on; as the saying goes, "leave them wanting more," while this actively left me literally wanting less

Kiyoshi: Hitsugi faces Kurose Sata alone, and in remembering the death of his Cross Paladin mother, is inspired to find a number of ways to overcome Kurose's cold barrier. / Hitsugi is definitely, absolutely, my favorite character in this series; not only did he find a ton of cool ways to apply his water abilities (taking advantage of the bullets becoming solid, creating a water jet, boiling his water), but he even called back to his fight with the elder Sata when he refused to give Kurose his name; we also learned that his mother died saving a boy Hitsugi's age, who just has to be Kiyoshi

Hima-Ten: Himari adopts a kitten and Tenichi helps take care of it even when he's not on housekeeping duty. / Basically every comment on this chapter was about how Tenichi passed some kind of stealth Father Test, and really I don't know what I could say that would sum this up better

Ichi: When Gokuraku realized Bakugami's true nature and attacked him, his father swept the incident under the rug by confining Gokuraku to the palace under threat of exile; this isolation gave Gokuraku just enough freedom to experiment on his magic item designs and augment his body; now, Bakugami presents a roulette to decide who will take his Trial, only for Gokuraku to smash through it and whale on him like he always wanted; when the damage proves incapable of preventing Bakugami from targeting Richia, Ichi arrives to give Bakugami another good stomping. / The helplessness of Gokuraku's situation is really the most heartbreaking part; no matter how smart or gifted he was, everyone around him kept getting taken in by Bakugami, and no amount of rage or violence could overcome the systems in place to keep him from overthrowing his oppressor

Shinobi: When Aoi fails her exams and needs to study for a makeup exam, Yodaka offers to take her wherever she wants to go during summer break to motivate her to pass; as Mimizuku considers the possibility of a mole in Public Safety, the Fugitive Ninja plot their next move to capture Aoi; Yodaka and Aoi exchange contact info, and decide to go to the beach. / Huh, Tsubame and Tobi are still around? Apparently Tsubame still hasn't gotten his Kekkai yet, which tells me two things - 1) he's going to get stronger and therefore may become The Rival, and 2) just because Yodaka doesn't have a Kekkai doesn't mean he'll never get one; other than that, just a very cute chapter, I'm really enjoying Yodaka and Tsubame's chemistry

Syd Craft: As the chapter cold opens, we learn that...Elio has been murdered?! By Lulu?!?! We flash back to Lulu finding the children of the orphanage missing with a message from Zero Craft - "kill Elio, or the children die;" unable to bring herself to harm the people she's come to love, Lulu instead tries to kill herself to remove Zero's reason for holding the children hostage, but is saved by Syd; Syd and Lulu then stage Elio's death so they can identify and follow Zero Craft's goons back to base. / Hrk...this was uh...a bit of a rough chapter for me...I get they needed make the corpse look convincing but...this is supposed to be for kids, man...Anyway, given the timing of this development with the incoming new series and the poor volume sales, there's a non-Zero Craft chance that the series has been canceled, which I greatly hope I'm wrong about - not only do I desperately need this to have a poly ending, I haven't even gotten to see an official color scheme for Misery yet!!!

Embers: After Kosei beats Iba Seiryu, Oshimi approaches to congratulate them, and reveals that he's actually Yukizuki's grandpa!; Oshimi is revealed to be a legendary former player at Kosei, whom Yukizuki is constantly compared to, and the current coach to Kosei's main rival Kurobayashi; this is a dire situation to everyone but Haitani, who's excited to have a rematch with Oshimi, but Kurobayashi's ace Nerima finds the prospect of their game extremely boring. / Takami and Yukizuki haven't had much interaction yet, but the fact that both of them are being crushed by the weight of expectations gives them an interesting angle to establish a rapport with; Haitani really has the right attitude for this situation, because there couldn't be a more perfect way for Yukizuki to get out from under her grandfather's shadow than coaching a team that defeats his; Nerima seems like an interesting foil to Haitani, as while they both have short tempers, Nerima seems bored with soccer while Haitani is inspired by it, and the shape language of his hair conveys a softly burning flame rather than the violent sparking of Haitani's

Beethoven: While on their head-clearing walk, Beethoven and Yaso end up at an amusement park, where Beethoven finds himself thinking back to his strained relationship with his nephew and adoptive son, Karl; Beethoven realizes that Yaso is being held back by his idealized admiration for his Master and orders him to abandon those feelings, a request that severs their relationship; Lexi and Marsha arrive in Japan. / This was probably a forgone conclusion for anyone already familiar with Beethoven's history, but Yaso seems to be an opportunity for redemption for Beethoven's relationship with Karl, while Beethoven is an opportunity for closure for Yaso's relationship with both his own father and his Master; together, they analyze both perspectives of the mentor-student relationship and the expectations people place on each other and themselves in such dynamics; like with Syd Craft, the timing of this feels like a Third Act Breakup building to the climax, which I deeply hope is not the case; if it isn't, though, I honestly have no idea how long this series can even go, at the pace it's gone the entire time it feels like it's only meant to go half a year in the first place

Nice Prison: Following in the footsteps of her father, Tera Adachi has become a prison guard at prison city Nobana-Shi, so lawless a place that the guards are about as effective as kindergarten chaperones; in the 12th Block, the only one who can keep the prisoners in line is Horo Mitsuboshi, the Super Model Prisoner, who was born in prison and got arrested on purpose just so he could go back home and help restore order; Horo defeats a romance-obsessed clown and rescues the block's warden, who explains that the Super Deathrow Inmate is responsible for Nobana-Shi's current state after having all twelve wardens abducted, establishing Horo and Tera's long-term goal. / There were...certainly a lot of gags in this chapter...I found a couple of them kind of funny, but honestly the pace of the gags was a little overwhelming, making it difficult to remember any given one; the unappealing character designs also make it difficult for me to feel endeared to the setting, though I am at least somewhat charmed by Horo's handcuff pince nez, even if the chain hangs a little too low on his nose for my liking; I won't jump straight to saying I hate it, but it's going to need to be a bit more focused to get me on board

Ruri Dragon: When Ruri's newest Ability, Frost, starts to freeze the classroom, Takemoto explains to the class that this is a kind of terraforming behavior that dragons use to adjust their territory to their liking; Ruri finds doing normal activities very difficult with this new power, as she keeps getting stuck to surfaces and freezing her drinks, so she's at least able to condition her classroom to make everyone comfortable in the summer heat. / So there's a difference between Traits and Abilities, huh? Does that change the number that we can expect to see, or are there still nine in total? Either way, I wonder if they're waiting to introduce us to Ruri's dad until after we know all of the Traits so we'll have a complete understanding of the kind of lifestyle he leads

Looks like Me & Roboco was ahead of the curve this time with Second Year's fakeout death coming before Samura's in Kagurabachi and Elio's in Syd Craft, though both of them resolved in only one chapter rather than two. One could also argue that Karl's suicide attempt in Star of Beethoven and Nami using Brook to block Zeus' redirected lightning in One Piece both serve as fakeouts, though not quite in the same capacity

Then of course we got a couple of real deaths from Hitsugi and Gakuro's mothers in Ultimate Exorcist Kiyoshi and Ichi the Witch's flashbacks, so I could have called this Dead Mom Week. I considered combining the two titles, but I didn't want to give the impression that the mom deaths were fakeouts. Very unfortunate combo, honestly

This Week's Top 3:

Ultimate Exorcist Kiyoshi for Hitsugi being so god damn cool (bonus points for his hot mom)

Ichi the Witch for Gokuraku's satisfying if ineffective beatdown on Bakugami

Star of Beethoven for the deepening theme of familial bonds and personal/interpersonal expectations

My three current faves all made it into the Top 3 this week, that's shockingly rare!

Still, a lot of the magazine gave them a run for their money! Kagurabachi's sick presentation, Ruri Dragon's exposition, Embers raising the personal stakes of the cast, Shinobi Undercover's cute shipping moment, Nue's Exorcist giving us a new cute girl, Syd Craft's Lulu realizing that she loves the rest of the core cast...if any of the top 3 had been a bit weaker this issue, any of those could easily have made the cut for me

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