#ruri writes

[ruris-world]

｡･ﾟﾟ･ My sweet oblivion. ｡･ﾟﾟ･

➳ pairing: yandere!charlotte katakuri x fem!reader

➳ summary: you adapt to your new life, and your husband shows you his biggest insecurity, your reaction surprises him.

➳ content warnings: mention of previous non-con, male mastrubation, inappropriate use of devil fruit, uhh..voyeurism? dubcon,fluff, insecurity, kinda of dom!reader/ sub!katakuri, uhh, emotional breakdown [?? idk, lol ] ooc katakuri, err marriage kink?? [ i seriously don't know ], oh! a bit of a breeding kink, a smidge of a size kink [ i mean come on, he a big boii ], emotionally vulnerable katakuri doesn’t know how how to deal with feelings, a smidge of food play, I guess implied virgin!katakuri, reader is shy yet shameless, handjob, blowjob, pussyjob, no mention of aftercare, kind of rushed ending, also first time writing actual smut

➳ word count: 8.7 k [ 8,751 ]

➳ author note: i have katakuri brainrot, and he needs some love, so it's a win-win situation. also unedited and kind of a rushed ending. Please mention any warnings I missed. Inspired by this ask. English isn’t my first language, and I accept constructive criticism and any advice :)

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It has been a while.

7 months since the wedding, maybe.

you aren’t allowed out often, the few times that you are out you are attached to him, your husband, quite literally by his mochi.

you find it ridiculous, a power that is so powerful due to its user, you saw him fight once and it wasn’t a fair fight, if you could even call it a fight.

whatever…

days tend to blend in each other, especially if its spend in just one room, sure it’s a huge room even while not compared to your ‘normal’ sized body, but there isn’t one to really keep you company.

sure, servants come and go to bring you food, clean and organize, but they don’t speak

well, not to you at least

which you also find ridiculous, you find a lot of things are quite ridiculous.

the first month was spent crying, thrashing, and escaping, trying to at least, he would always find you, or one of his siblings would.

you stopped trying to escape when he emerged from a literal mirror

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the second month was just spent…existing?

you were, are scared of him, you just spent it in a haze, you guess, you don’t remember much but you do remember the time you almost caught him with his scarf off.

It was by accident really, but before you could even glimpse at what was hidden you passed out, and woke up with an aching head, and flowers with a bunch of donuts on your side of the bed.

you didn’t really care what was under the scarf to be honest, but after that incident you went out of your way to avoid him if you even thought his scarf was off.

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the third month…, was when he ‘forced pleasure’ on you.

you guess he is a man after all….

he never did anything other than use his fingers, but even that was too much for you, if you would compare it, its like using a human cock.

well, that’s a lie…

he did use his cock once, just not his real one.

can you even consider a mochi finger shaped as one, a real cock?

you don’t want to think about it.

he never force himself at you, at least not in that sense, even when the budge in his leather pants looks so tight it may just burst.

he makes sure you are cleaned on clean sheets, then he gets off in the bathroom, and sometimes he doesn’t.

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the fourth month, is when you got invited to his mother’s tea-party, it was…nice, to go outside that is, the party itself was chaos.

believe it or not, you tend to fall into routine once you are kidnapped and aren’t allowed to get out of the room being held captive in.

so it was a breath of fresh air when you were let out of your room, and into the tea-party, and yes his siblings are a handful, and you are scared half to death from half of them , but it’s nice.

nothing much happened during the month, you don’t expect much.

…except that one instance.

he makes sure to come back at night, no matter how late the time is, he is always back, and he always gets up early, his side of the bed messy and the distant smell of him still present in the morning.

most of the time you are asleep when he gets back, sometimes you are not.

it was in the latter end that it occurred.

it was late at night, can borderline be considered a morning, no one is supposed to be awake, but you are

you were on your side, glimpses of a well-rested sleep taunt you as the door to the room opens, you don’t get up, you already know who it is, and you’re too tired to entertain his bullshit.

when you hear him call out to you, you don’t respond.

you would’ve called yourself foolish, if not for the fact that he doesn’t use his future-something-haki when he’s with you.

evident by the time, someone walked in when he was pleasuring you, and you never saw that servant again.

there is a rustling present, and it almost lures you back to sleep, except that he calls out to you again

you are annoyed, and very much on the verge of snapping at him, but you ignore it since you aren’t stupid, that is until you hear it

“darling, fuck—j-just like that”

is he…?

he wouldn’t…

“ah—you’re s-so—shit—so good”

would he?

“mmhm, you’re—hah—so sweet f’ me”

what are you supposed to do? do you turn around? talk? pretend to be asleep? ignore?

his pants continue mixed in with a couple of curses and groans, most of them are stifled and you hate that his voice alone sends blood rushing to your face and awaken a second rhythm within you.

you shift to test the waters, he doesn’t make an attempt to stop based on his noises, maybe you shouldn’t…

you ignore that part of you that says you shouldn’t, as the ‘squelnch, squelench, squelench’ drowns your thoughts.

you just wanna see, peek at his tip, see what the obscure sound is, surely his hands and cock aren’t the only thing that can produce such sounds, and bring him such pleasure, right?

it should be fine, right?

you’re his wife, it’s ok, right?

right?

right.

you slowly shift your body, trying not to make such ruckus that you do stop him, and his pleasure from escalating any further.

‘fuck it’ you think as you lay on your other side, eyes closed and make a sleepy sound, you hope it won’t deteriorate him or the situation.

his grunts don’t last another second, as everything around you stills, and silence fill the air, the sound of your deep breaths, and his harsh ones are the only thing present, seconds pass by and then-

hands are on your head, they trail to you cheek, and you feel one of his fingers trace lines on your cheek, and then they let go.

you don’t feel or hear anything after that, and you worry that you caused him to stop, and not reach his end.

not that you should care if he does cum or not.

that thought is interrupted by the noisy sound of slapping of his skin against something that continues, only this time faster and louder.

you are afraid to open your eyes, but that fear disappears when you hear his next words

“i’m going—fuck going to b-breed, you, be -hah- be a good w-wife and take it” accompanied by a loud moan.

all caution is out the window, as your eyes fly open, and what you see leaves you breathless and dripping.

there he is, charlotte katakuri, sweet commander, cold, merciless, the perfect brother, the man who brought you here, your captor and husband, fucking his fist.

his mochi fist, that looks like a cushion and is suspiciously moving along with his hips.

you don’t dare look up, eyes transfixed on his hips moving in and out of the cushion, his cock looks so big and you can even see its imprint —despite the dim lighting— from inside the makeshift cushion, his other hand is gripping the mochi with a death-grip, and you can only imagine what his face looks like.

you hate what the image does to you.

you hate the fact that you can feel your slick drench your panties, even more and then it occurs.

“f-fu—ck!”

holy shit.

you think you can cum from the image of him cumming alone, his hips stall in their movement as he cums, his thighs tense, yet shakes, and his cum spills into and out of the makeshift cushion or fleshlight or whatever; no other thoughts enter your mind other than that you want that thing to be you.

you almost scold yourself for the thought, but then he starts moving again and he do so with a whine you can’t watch it, you wish you could but you honestly think you would cum if you would do, so you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

that night you sleep to the sounds of him panting, and wake up to the same messy sheets with no evidence of the night prior other than the drench in your pants and an almost un-noticeable tear in his pillow.

it’s also the month when he starts to become least present.

sure he sleeps at your chambers with you, but he doesn’t visit or stay or talk, not like he used to, and you find it ridiculous.

you find it ridiculous that he makes you crave his presence, you find it ridiculous that he makes you miss him, you find it ridiculous that you cry yourself to sleep twice a week because of him.

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the fifth month, you snap.

he comes in one day, it's midday if you would assume, there are no clocks in your shared room so you have no way of telling, you are reading a stupid romance that can’t catch your attention, when the door open and the ‘clink, clink, clink’ of his steps appear.

you look up at him, as he shrugs off his jacket, and wanders to your shared closet.

you would have admired his back, if you weren’t so blinded with rage, you look at the mirror, think twice, shake your head then get up from your place.

you stalk towards the closet doors in the big room, and come face-to-face with his leg, oh what did you even expect?

you look up at him, as does he look down on you, he speaks first “darling? do you require anything?”

you stare, and stare and stare, a million thoughts rush into your head, a million more you want to scream at him, in the end just tears fill your eyes.

you sniff, gather all your strength and hit his leg, he may punish you but you don’t care, you are hurt.

“why did you leave?” another hit

“who do you think you are?” another hit

“you can’t j-just—just leave me like this!” another

“what? you can’t even spend time with me?” and another

“you’re so so…selfish!” another, and another and another, and then he bends down, and you break.

your eyes are closed, sobs recks your body and fills the air, your tears fall to the ground, and you probably look like a mess right now, but you don’t care.

your breath escapes in gasps, and you feel yourself being picked up, you’re so tired you can’t even yelp.

he brings you up to him, and when you open your eyes, blurry vision can barely see past his scarf, sobs, snot, tears, and even a bit of drool are falling all over his gloved hand.

god, you are so pathetic.

before you can wallow in more self pity, his other hand come to wipe at your face, and trying to save yourself from more humiliation, you go to help him, he doesn’t let you, and you don’t have the power to fight him.

your face is flushed, and you try to calm your harsh breathing that is broken by a few sobs.

once you have calmed down enough, he speaks, voice filled with an unknown emotion “I apologize darling, I hadn’t quite thought of how my actions may affect you”

you look up at him and hold his stare, after a few moments he pats your head.

you stare off at his scarf and decide to just spit it out before you chicken out “w-will you stay with me?”

his eyes soften, and you feel your heart flutter as the words “of course, my dear” are whispered into the air.

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the sixth month is…messy.

your relationship is improving somewhat, there are still awkward moments, not that you are the one to blame; after all it's not like you asked to be kidnapped.

it’s the month he lets you out the most, he takes you on walks, and strolls, he combs your hair once, well at least he tried, he makes you sleep on his chest that month, you refused at first, but he didn’t care and either way you both know that you can’t do anything about it.

you think that his chest is warm and smells like mochi, and you had asked him to take you with him when he went to do his work, surprisingly he did.

he makes you a mochi bed thingy, which you quite enjoy as it is very comfortable and bouncy. You stopped asking for it though, since he would become red in the face almost every time you did ask for one, and would sometimes leave you alone in the room.

you find being left alone ridiculous.

you find the fact that you miss him, more so.

you find yourself catching feelings, the most ridiculous fact of all.

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the seven month, this month is…

you are in your room, getting ready for bed, he isn’t here, however you find comfort that he would be in the morning, after all tomorrow is your anniversary, and he had made sure that he got the day off, well half-a-day but it’s better than nothing.

you are in your nightgown, about to get under the covers when he enters the room, and locks the door, which he doesn’t normally do, unless he leaves you alone in his office.

something is wrong

the air around him is tense, you can tell from the frown present on his face, and the slight rigidity of his movement confirms your suspicion that something is wrong.

you are debating whether or not to ask him when he sit on the bed, you blink and tilt your head, the question lingers in the air, you ask nonetheless “is something bothering you?”

he looks at you, you hold his stare, your frown mirrors his, it deepens when he sighs, he looks to the side.

this is new, he is usually…well, straightforward, blunt.

you sit upright when he mumble a “it’s nothing”

“katakuri…, what is it?”

he looks at you, off to the side again, back at you, closes his eyes, then sighs.

“kata—”

“I may be a monster, but I will always protect you, you may find it unpleasant, many before you have, however that won’t deter my affection for you…”

you are confused as fuck.

his eyes are on you, watching you as if you’re the only one that matters, and in that instant you feel like you are.

“it’s an unsightly matter, I will not put the blame on you, if you may wish not to view.”

what the hell does he mean?

he stops, and makes his way into the bed adjusting himself so that his face is near yours, and then he continues.

“this mark of shame that is constantly on me, i will not be saddened if you may not require to view it, again…”

you can see the intensity of emotions in his eyes, and despite all the words spewing out of his mouth, you think that you can get lost in the pretty amber.

“after all it is the reminder of my failure, a-as a brother, my imperfection…”

his hands go up into his face, you feel obliged not to look away, as if you owe him this, grips his scarf with one large hand, stays there, waits.

his breathing is hard, like he has been waiting for this moment, knows how it will end.

…and in one swift movement the barrier between the both of you is broken.

his eyes scan your face, as you do the same.

you want to laugh, honestly.

scoff at his face, and laugh at him.

for thinking all of that, and making a speech over some fangs.

it’s laughable, but you don’t.

laugh that is.

what you do is scan his face, his lips are kissable, his fangs are nice, gives him a charm about him, you wonder how they feel, are they pointy? or soft? could a nip penetrate the skin? you want to touch them, no you want them to touch you.

you want to feel them, really feel them, want to kiss them, want to feel them running down your body, want them to go up and down, want to feel them between your legs, nipping at your—

his scar stretches all the way up to his ears, and you never thought a scar could looks so attractive before, you want to kiss it, every inch of it, you want to run your hand through it, you wonder if the skin feels different there? would the texture feel different than his skin, his lips? how far is he willing to let you explore him?

you intake a sharp breath, his eyes flicker to you, right now though, right now, with his heated cheeks, laboured breath and flickering eyes, he looks so, so…

“cute.”

he blinks, you do too.

a blush.

“you’re so cute, katakuri”

your hand goes to his cheek, his eyes follows.

your thumb runs over his scar, it does feel different.

not bad…, just different.

he blinks at you, you can feel the heat rising to his cheek, when you look at him, he holds your stare for no more than a second then immediately invades it, you swore you saw a glimmer of tears there.

a few more beats and breaths, his hand stops you from touching his fangs, his eyes still haven’t caught yours.

“s-stop, it’s not—you may hurt yourse—”

his words are cut off by your hum, you can almost feel his doubt, guilt, he’s nervous, anxious, and you never wanted him more.

you slip your hands out of his, you take a large hand into your tiny ones and begin pulling it towards you as your words fill the air between you both

“you don’t believe me, hm? well, you can use your whatever haki, or…”

your eyes goes up, up, up, as the hand that you captured goes down, down, down.

“you can check for yourself…”

until it reaches below your nightgown and presses his enormous fingers into the damp spot, leaves them there.

you take a deep breath, consider your choices, this man is the one who took you, forced himself on you, you feared him for the longest time, he left you alone multiple times, felt like you were abandoned, but…

his eyes speaks volumes, there are tears and disbelief present, and that speech that left his mouth still makes it so that he is open, vulnerable

you want to take care of him, eventhough….

ah, fuck it, you think and then speak.

one.

two.

three.

“…my dear husband”

he intake a sharp breath, and stills, you swear you could see his eyes darken, his fingers push where you left them, which makes a surprised moan leave your lips.

and then you pull yourself up into him, your hands are on his cheek, a few beats then he looks at you, a frown on his face.

you pay it no mind as your lips crash into his.

a beat, then another, and another, then he responds, and oh, does he respond.

its inexperienced, messy, your lips don’t mold together, but god is it satisfying.

you don’t think you have been kissed like this before, you don’t think you will ever be kissed like this again, and in that moment you don’t think you mind it so much.

at first it's slow, then escalates and escalates, and then there is tongue, and spit, and drool, and teeth, and fangs.

you find out that the fangs do break skin, well at least the ones on your lips.

a beat, and a second, then a third, your heart throbs against your ribcage, and escalates until you are almost sure that he can hear it, you want to stay there forever, trapped into an infinite kiss but alas you are a human and you need oxygen.

you pull back, he chases after you, trapping you again against him, you smile, pull back, want to tease him yet his hand pushes your head pressing into him, he wants more and more and more.

he is greedy.

he is insatiable.

he is selfish.

but only with you.

only for you.

you put your hand on his jaw, he jolts, you break free, with only a string of spit trapping you to him.

pants escapes you, making you breathe harder, and harder, he isn’t in a better state than you, in fact you would say he is in a worse state.

drool escaping from the side of his open mouth, face flushed till his neck, you can swear there are hearts in his eyes, along with unshed tears—your heart clenches at the sight.

your lips brush against his, and he almost captures you again, if not for the grip you have on his hair, one tangled in his now messy hair, another grabbing at the nape of his neck, he groans as the grip you have on him causes you to pull on his hair. 

he presses his fingers into you, both of you are playing a dangerous game.

none of you mind.

“wait, kata…lay on your back.”

his eyes that were previously glazed with a haze clear a bit, yet there is a confused frown on his face.

“huh? b-but you—”

“shh, kata, let your wife take care of you for a split second, and relax.”

“come on, katakuri…” a peck on his lips, “be a good husband and lay on your back” another peck, this time near his fangs, “let me make you feel good” another peck, this time on his nose, his eyes flutter close at the contact.

with a groan he gets off you, and lays on his back on the bed, you follow after him, straddling his heaving chest.

your hands slowly travel along his abdomen, towards his pecks, slowly trace over each nipple, lingering there and then escalate towards his neck, to his jaw which is slack open for you, his eyes continue to follow each movement as your hands stay at his jaw a bit further.

you dully note that a past you would call you ridiculous, what you are doing is ridiculous, would probably shout at you, tell you that you shouldn’t do this with your kidnapper, the man who strike so much fear inside you, the man who hurt you for far too much, that you should hurt him just as much, and even if it was a lie call him ugly, disgusting, a monster.

you leave that part behind you whenever you press your lips to his jaw, trailing pecks over there, he jerks in your hands, you guess he is pretty sensitive there.

you hum, with a smile, and whisper in his ear “what’s wrong kata? did i hit a spot?” he shudders in response, and you get more wet at the thought that a man so big, powerful, and beefy is reduced to a shuddering and blushing mess with just a few touches.

Katakuri has no idea how to feel, or process the situation before him.

He didn’t expect your response in a million years, and the mere thought that you not only said those words but continued to mark him with your wet kisses and wandering hands makes his head spin.

and while surprise and bashfulness full him and heat his cheeks at the way you called him your husband—the tone, the hidden emotion, and the way you looked at him—he can’t deny that it turned him on, immensely.

perhaps he should feel more grateful for you and your reaction, however he can’t help feeling that maybe you do deserve to feel some level of disgust at viewing his face, that maybe you should have screamed, or that maybe you should have—oh

“Fuck”

“Hmm? now tell me dear husband of mine—” he almost whines “—where have i lost you”

he flushes more under your gaze that captures him feels like it will swallow him whole, it's lustful and full of want, he duly notes the effect you have on him, and that a past him wouldn’t be so appreciative that he is allowing himself to be weak and vulnerable.

but that’s ok.

because the past him doesn’t have you around.

because the past him doesn’t have you kissing down his tattoos.

because the past him doesn’t have you whispering hushed praises about him.

because the past him doesn’t have your lips kissing and licking down his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you willingly blushing and fumbling as you ascend his body.

because the past him doesn’t have you, just you, so tiny, and exposed to him.

his hands flex at his sides as you kiss down his happy trail, leading you to his prominent bulge that's straining against his leather pants.

you hum and look at him through your lashes, his breath catches in his throat, god he’s so weak for you, its almost pathetic.

Almost.

your tiny fingers go to his belt, trying to free him, yet as you fumble with the skull on his belt, his hands come to join you, he’s hesitant, you note “can you help me?” you encourage him and the blush is consistently increasing down his neck as he whispers a “yes”

you let go and watch in fascination the way his hands quickly and masterfully unbuckle his belt, then proceeds to remove his pants, your hands flies to his, “take those off too” you motion to his gloves.

he nodes then does as he is told, and you inspect them, you know how they feel, but seeing every little detail in them? appreciating how his hands are much bigger than yours? how are his fingers longer? knowing they could reach spots you never dreamed of experiencing?

god, they were pretty, looked calloused and rough, like they have texture, and the veins that ran down them, you could drool.

your thighs unconsciously rub against each other to gain some friction, but you remind yourself that this isn’t about you, it's about him.

“kata, kata, you’re so pretty..”

his closes his palms at that, and flexes them open, you can’t help it, your hands go to grab his fingers and bring them to your lips “can i?”

“yeah.” he says the word breathless, and you don’t wait a second before you put two fingers into your mouth, both of you groan at the contacts. Your hands goes to hold his hand and guide more of his fingers into your wet cavern, you suck on them and run your tongue under them, as response he presses on your tongue, weighing it down, you moan at the feeling, dragging his fingers backwards and forth, a few more times until you feel harsh breaths blowing into your face, you open your eyes that you haven’t even realised you closed, to meet amber ones.

Katakuri’s eyes were wide blown, watching the way your mouth sucks his fingers off like its a cock, and the way you seem like the simple act of having his fingers in your mouth has brought you pleasure, he couldn’t help it, he normally has enough self-restraint, but it was like his fingers had a mind of their own.

you are taken aback by the taste of a mochi-like substance that suddenly erupts in your mouth, and you stare at him yet find his gaze distracted at the way his fingers escape your mouth to make the liquid dribble down your chin and into his leather pants.

You swallow what you could of the liquid, and he watches with eyes of a predator as it gobbles down your throat, you lose yourself for a moment in his face, and once again you are captured by the beauty of the man infront of you.

Katakuri can feel the heat of your cunt on him, and the realization that he is the one who got you all hot and bothered turn him on more than he cares to admit, he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, and when his eyes flicker to you, he is stunned by you for a second, and just when he is about to be captured in your spell again its broken by your small “hi”, and he thinks you never looked more adorable than this, so flustered and tiny, cute little gasps escaping you, and the way you keep fidgeting around.

“Hey” his voice rumbles, a rare smile crossing his face, and the giggle that you let escape warms his heart a bit more.

The wholesome moment is yet again interrupted, by the gasp he lets out as you adjust yourself directly into his bulge, and the shocked expression, followed on by the smirk on your face lets him know that he’s in for real.

You continue your previous actions, and pull down your kata’s pants, he helps you by raising his hips and then continuing to pull them down further down, and yet again you are infatuated with the man below you. The way his thighs are flexing and twitching, they looked so muscular and you find yourself wanting to bite them, kiss them, and worship them, yet the only thing that you find more delicious is the way the now much larger bulge is wet, you’re not even sure if a man can spare that much pre, without cuming.

You wont lie, you are intimidated by his size, that isn’t fully revealed, yet you find yourself strangely aroused, you’re not even sure why, thus before you can back out, you pull down his boxers, and your jaw drops.

The way he almost slaps your face as he springs up, only to be hung down by the sheer weight of him, the way he has veins running up and down his shaft, the way he is continuously twitching and the way he throbs, the angry red tip that is all but leaking delicious pre, all that and more makes a second rapidly fast heartbeat in you awaken, and all you can think is that you want him i– no.

you need him inside you.

“Darling, y-you don’t have to do this if you–oh fuck” he is cut off by your mouth leaching on his tip, and sucking on him, you can’t fit him inside you, yet you hollow your cheeks and push more of him into you.

Katakuri is convinced he has died and ascended to a heaven-like place for monsters like him, not only is he feeling toe-curling pleasure, he is receiving it all from you, and katakuri has never felt more loved as he does now.

Laying on his back, with you pleasuring him, and both of you having such a vulnerable yet intimate moment, he would have never imagined this the day that you came into his life, not by the way you reacted at first, screaming and thrashing all around.

No, he was fully prepared to live all his life loving you while you hated him and despised him, you are his everything, and as he gasps at the way you littered him with kisses, all wet and sloppy, he can swear that he has never felt more loved and in love than in this moment.

You lick up the pre from the underside of his cock all the the way to his tip, where you kiss it, before smearing some on your lips, you lick your lips as you watch the way your hands continue to pump him, he’s so big, both your hands can’t even fit around him.

“You taste so good kata, like mochi” you giggle at the sound that escapes him at that statement, before going back to licking and sucking him, one hand goes to his balls, while the other sneaks its way to rub at your embarrassingly wet panties.

You close your eyes shut, as you hear the few groans that he lets out, his mouth otherwise covered by his hand, you would have told him to let you hear him, if you couldn’t feel that he was close.

You try your best to relax your throat, its painful you won’t deny but you know you will be rewarded with the sight of him cumming, so you push through, you force your muscles to relax, to fight the discomfort, you bring both hands to stroke his twitching length, you try what you know, your drool and his previous pre helps serve as lube.

Your eyes snap to him, intent on watching him climax, katakuri’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his mouth is covered by one hand, drool escaping the side of it, his other hand gripping the pillow beside his head so hard that you worry about it for a moment, yet the best treat of all is his eyes, rolled to the back, and if the light focused just right you could see the tears mark down his flushed cheeks.

it’s all too much for you, and yet it proves the same for him as his hips suddenly jolts, with a keen moan–more like a whimper of your name–and then he cums, it’s sweet, yet thick and is too much, your eyes water trying to swallow as much as you possibly can, however it proves futile as after a few seconds you’re getting off him, choking and gasping for air, you try to get your breathing under control, and when you do, it’s when he just finished cumming.

Katakuri does not recall what happened the moment his orgasm has him, all he know is that the pleasure was too much, and then he was seeing stars, he barely registers the sound of choking, nothing but pleasure that he never has felt before registers in his veins, it’s as if every fibre of his being is experiencing it, and he thinks he passed out for a few moments, he cannot recall.

All katakuri knows is that by the time his eyes are opened again, he feels at easy yet so ridiculously sensitive for the first time in his life he doesn’t have the words to describe how he feels, only that he was feeling an after-glow of pleasure he can’t comprehend however that was contracting the look on your face, your eyebrows are crossed in a frown, and you had your hands holding the side of his face.

your thumb rubbing his cheek, which was a weird sensation, not unpleasant…just different; he feels exposed, like he is showing something meant to be a secret to everyone and everything around him, yet he never more close to you than at that moment, and he quite liked that, he liked having you and him alone, intimate, vulnerable together, to be able to indulge in each other like this has to be a blessing, or divine intervention to have an angel like you gifted to him.

“You’re drooling, kata”

He didn’t think he had the energy to blush even more, nevertheless you prove him wrong once again in the same night, yet the sound of your laughter makes it worth the temporary embarrassment, without him noticing a smile stretch into his face, he feels safe and content with you.

But then he remembers, “darling?”

“Kata” he can hear the smile in your voice, he takes both hands in his, and your smile flatters a bit, “what’s wrong? Did you not like it?”

He shakes his head, before pressing his lips to your palms, he’s careful not to graze you with his fangs. “No, i did, i enjoyed it quite a lot, frankly”

“Then what's wrong, do you-”

“Darling, rest, i just…”

“Hm?”

“Well, i–you, i want to return the favour…i need to make you feel good” he feels like a fool, stumbling over his words like that.

“...you don’t have to do that”

“No, I want to, I need to bring you pleasure, as the one you have brought upon me, only if you are comfortable with that too. darling , do you want this?”

“Yeah” it's breathless, the way you say it, just like he previously did and the way your lips are, it’s like every movement you make is to tempt him, tease him, it feels like a trap, and even if it was, he would gladly fall into one, if it's for you but now, now he wants to kiss you.

So he does.

You’re surprised for a moment, and he thinks that he did something wrong, before you respond back, with the same intensity. It's passionate, full of electricity and emotion, it's like two lovers have met after a long time. It's pleasant, but then it’s not. It quickly escalates, until it’s all drool, teeth and tongues clashing with each other, it’s like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit, something that you know is wrong yet feels good, too good, both of you want more, so more you take of each other, until the moment you can’t go longer with oxygen is reached.

God, this must be the millionth time you kissed him tonight, yet you can’t get enough; you want to makeout with him forever, his lips are addicting, and the way his fangs feed that addiction is unmeasurable.

Somehow during that process katakuri managed to get rid of your nightgown, you don’t even notice until you feel one of his hands creeping up your back, and that sends signals down your spine.

The way his fingers are delicately running up and down your back, and fiddling with the strap of your bra leaves goosebumps down their path that you are sure he can feel, you would be too occupied with the thought of that if it weren’t for his lips that are moulding against yours.

You let out a gasp that is swallowed by his tongue, as he manages to get you out of your bra, he keeps a hand on your hips, holding you still with one and the other one goes to your cheek pulling you away but not before ending it with a peck on your lips, you try to deepen it drunk off the taste of him but he doesn’t let you, instead he chuckles at the whine you let out and the sound goes straight to your core.

“patience, pretty…” his voice is sharp, deep, and sends tingles all over your body, the ability of his voice and the entirety of him that has a hold on you can’t be denied any longer, no matter what you try it always catches up to you.

katakuri ‘s thumb rub over your bottom lip, teasing you, everything stalls for a moment, it's like there’s only you and him, he looks majestic like this, almost heavenly, the way his amber eyes are gazing at you, almost devouring you, and then the cold air hits you, and you realize your bra has abandoned you, almost instantaneously his eyes widen with an emotion your brain cannot decipher.

Your hands go to cover yourself, suddenly feeling shy and bashful under his intense gaze, he doesn’t say anything for what felt like forever, until he grasps both of your wrists in one broad hand, and rubs circles into the back of your hand.

The other hand still trapping you against him, almost like he needs you two to be close, intertwined with each other, desiring you, becoming selfish and indulging himself for once, and yet he will be selfish, if it's with you, never once daring to think of a warm embrace, a chance to rest, to be vulnerable with no judgement, he needs you, and you need him. It’s a simple fact, yet one that seems as a sin, and yet, yet…if a monster like him is to be able to serve you, bring you pleasure, will it be less of a sin?

“Darling, don’t hide from me..” he sounds almost hurt, as if the mere thought of you thinking you’re undesirable brings him pain, as if you’re anything less than perfect, the mere thought of you not seeing yourself as he sees you, not being treated like you deserve to be makes a flame lit inside of him, he needs to show what he sees through his eyes when he dares lay his gaze on you, and he starts by pulling your hands away.

The hand on your hips brings you further into his chest while the other lets go of your hands, not before placing a kiss on each of them, your hands land uselessly into his pecs, as his mouth graze the tender flesh on your breast, hesitantly he begins placing kisses there before taking a nipple into his mouth, the euphoria you feel from such a simple act causes your hands to press down on him, and such a simple act makes you feel a heartbeat raising under your touch.

He gains courage the longer he keeps nursing on you, one hand is already playing with your other nipple, teasing you as he rolls it in-between his fingers, he’s good at this, almost too good. A choked moan escapes you at a particularly hard twist accompanied by sharp fangs scraping your skin, it’s too much and yet not enough, your hands somehow found their way into his hair, pulling at him, and you feel rather than hear the growl that follows your actions.

“katakuri, please” your voice comes out more pathetic than you would like, yet you don’t have time to dwell on it, as he releases the bud from his mouth with a ‘pop’.

He leaves a wet kiss into your other nub before whispering against it “no one else likes seeing me like this” Your hands grips his hair harder, pulling him away from your chest, his eyes unhoded and hazed with lust takes a moment to adjust to yours, ignoring the way his saliva and cool air makes your nipples stand hard you took in a shaky breath to arrange your thoughts.

“…stop” you don’t know what else to say, this is the same man who kidnapped you, and took you by force, and yeah sure your feelings for him developed into something, but it’s complicated.

it’s within your right to be upset at him, you should curse him and after all the things he had done to you, be ingratiated to be within his vacenitg yet you can’t bring yourself to do it, you look at him and his eyes stare back at you.

There it is again, that look in his eyes, it makes you want to scream, why? why? why?

You can feel tears brim near your eyes, he blinks at that once, twice, “stop, just stop!” it comes out more than a sob than you would like, yet you can’t do anything about it, you don’t want this, you don’t—

Katakuri’s lips are on yours, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, other hand on your back, pushing you more into him, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle, connected, pulling away just to whisper sweet nothings against your lips, apologizes spill from him, and continue doing so as his kisses trail down your jaw and into your neck, his fangs scraping along them, neither painful nor pleasurable, just applying pleasure.

You gasp as wet kisses are being planted into your collarbone and descending further downwards, yet not fast enough, large large hands busy themselves by pushing you into him, other hand hovering on your thighs, hesitant, before grabbing a handful of them.

“kata, please…” It's amazing how a couple of words can make your husband snap, as soon as these words are let out into the air, his grip on you tightens where it can almost be considered painful.

He drags you closer to him, and the feeling of countless hard years of training runs deliciously against your clothed cunt. Your moan is wet and full of sound as the first real friction of the night is received by you. Familiar fingers push your ruined panties to the side before proding against your entrance, they move slowly coating themselves in your juices before plunging into you.

The wanted touch of his makes your back arch, and suddenly your back hits the mattress, and his mouth is on your nipples again, it’s all too much stimulation, the way his fingers is constantly moving in and out of you, the way his tongue leaves marks and kisses everywhere, the hold he has on your hip bone preventing you from running away from his ministrations.

Too much.

Too much pleasure, it's almost painful.

And yet.

Yet you want more.

Need more.

Your thoughts are in a jumbled mess, and it takes way more effort than you would care to admit to speak, still you do; because as his desire for you is insatiable, so is yours for him.

“W-wait, wait, please stop!” his hands stall almost immediately, he detaches his lips from your body, and his hand is again in your cheek rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, which you lean into, before meeting his gaze.

It’s full of worry, his brows furrowed, a pout on his flushed lips—really all of him is— before asking in a whisper, as to not startle you “are you alright, darling? have I gone too much? Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

You feel bashful under his gaze, and the way he is so concerned for you, you try to regulate your breath, but you want it so bad, need it in you. “Hah- god no…no, no, I-I wanna cum on your cock…”

“Darling.., I–We can’t…”

Katakuri feels bad for the frown on your face, he doesn’t want to deny you it saddens him and as he watches a frown settles on your face, your lower lips wobbles, it pains him to see you like this and he is ready to apologize again, offer you another option to bring you pleasure as the one you brought him, yet his thoughts are interrupted again by you.

“We– you don't have to put it in…” your voice is small, mumbled but he is sure that he had heard you, he is confused for a moment before you say again, your voice wavering “you.., I can just rub it against me..” your hands immediately goes to your face.

He doesn't say anything, too stunned to say anything, his mind is running around trying to figure out how that will be possible.”We–we don’t have to do it…it’s ok, just forget I said anything” God, he really is terrible at this whole thing, however he won’t let his inability to express himself to you get in his way.

“Yes.” you sniffle and peek between your fingers to look at him “Whatever you want, just show me how to please you and I will.” The way he says those words makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You whine as he pulls your hands away from your face, he kisses them as an apology, before his breath hits your face, “whatever you want…” he whispers, so genuine and full of emotion that you almost burst out crying, but you don’t, and the only thing that manages to slip out of you is a tiny “uh-huh”

He pecks your lips, and looks at you expectantly “lay back” he does as he is told, slowly manoeuvring his way so he is sitting with his back to the headboard. His cock is semi hard, laying on his stomach twitching every other second.

Katakuri watches you intently as you fix yourself on top of him, keeping a hand near your hips to support you whenever you need it.

Your hands go to grab his cock, coaxing a bead of pre from him, his groan makes you clench, impatiently wanting to have him against you.

“Hah, you can touch katakuri, help g-guide me” you say breathing harshly, it’s not like you can go around his whole length by yourself, you need some form of assistance.

His hands grab your hips, thighs spreading widely to accompany his size, helping you align yourself with his cock. Your clit is swollen and twitching, desperate for some sort of stimulation, his precum serves as lube mixing in with both of your juices.

Your hands are on his abdomen searching for stability before you make contact with him, an embarrassingly large moan a result of that

The drag of him feels heavenly, your eyes don’t tear away from the sight of where the both of you are mixed, your lips are spread open, you can feel every vein on his shaft, every throb of him, the entirely of him, you slid easily against him, the pre of him helping you in accomplishing that.

Your breathing is harsh, biting your lips to conceal your moans before wet lips press against yours, you gasp unsuspecting of your husband's actions, before reciprocating trying to shove and mold your tongue against him

He pulls away just just for you to chase after him missing the familiar warmth, he doesn’t let you, capturing your jaw in his hands, cupping them before breathing into them, you’re practically breathing each into each other and sharing the same breath.

“Please…” you’re not above begging and thus you find yourself with a thumb in your mouth and his dark voice whispers into your ear “don’t hide, darling, speak to me, let me hear you…” you don’t think, you just nod, desperate to have him against you again “i need to hear you say it darling…”

“I-I won’t hide…just please” He can never deny you, your head is thrown back yet you can feel his gaze on you, moans escape both of you—an indicator and reassurance of the pure bliss and ecstasy you both are feeling.

He guides your hips making you feel the drag of your clit, so puffy and desperate against his cock, feels like paradise to you, the only thing that would feel better is having him inside of you—but that’s for another time.

You’re enthralled to have him like this, countless nights you have been spending thinking of a moment like this, with him, charlotte katakuri.

Your husband.

You can feel the coil in your stomach reappearing, you won’t last long—that you know, yet as you look down on your panting husband you feel the need to hold off your orgasm a bit longer, in hopes of seeing him cum.

His face is concentrated, and all scrunched up, the warmth of your cunt against his frustrated cock is nothing like he had imagined, and he distinctly notes that he can’t go back to a mochi cushion after feeling you since he can never replicate the feel of your pussy, something so divine.

Any sense of rationality katakuri has disperse as he hears your voice, high pitched, whiny and desperate—so heavenly to him “I’m gonna cum, please, wan’a cum, fe—ah!—feels good”

Your hands dig into his skin, and his speeds up, frustrated desire accompanies him, intent on watching you unfold before his eyes, he can feel his end too, never imagining something like this could feel so good.

“Go ahead and let go” and just like that with a broken moan the coil in your stomach snaps, it feels beyond heavenly to be rewarded after such a long time, and katakuri keeps you upright with a hand while the other still stimulates you, makes you ride off your orgasm and he keeps going even your orgasm washes over you in waves, it’s too much stimulation for your brain and body, no coherent thoughts are present in your body “too much, ‘s moree pleaseee….”

“Fuck.” with a curse word that seems too improper for your husband, he manages to cum for the second time of the night, semen splattering all over his stomach, his grip on your is the only thing keeping you stable from falling into his heaving chest.

The afterglow of your orgasm basks you into sleep, you’re sure when you wake up in the morning your body will be filled with bruises and an ache in your muscles, but you can’t seem to focus on that with the way your husband’s voice lures you to sleep, baking you and consuming you whole.

“Darling, you did so good, I didn’t hurt you, did I? Was I too rough? Do you require a—“

“Mhmm, want you..please, don’t leaveee…”

“Never.”

“Mhmm”

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[rui-drawsbox]

Step 3 posting!

Ik step3 bax wouldn't say *matching* rings but i had to get the joke in two panels (him getting all soft for a second when he notices the mc still wearing smth they bought together or smth)

Ruri is based off me (duh) but i wanted to give her a little more of her own stuff so she paints murals and stuff in walls

We can have a full telescope in our room and I WANT TO USE IT so late night date watching the stars in the poppy hill (+i put the same outfit as ruri the other day and I wanted to make sure i was different than her)

[scattered-irises]

When you log onto Duel Links, decide to travel to this new place called "Arc-V World" and everyone and their mother claims to know you but you have never seen them in your life

Sure, you’ve murdered a ton of people in cold blood (to save your brother) but surely, if there’s a god, he wouldn’t be this cruel and make a world entirely out of all the people you’ve murdered

Right?

There’s these two guys and a girl who are talking to you like you’re their best friend in the whole wide world and it’s so damn bizarre because they’re so nice but you don’t know them at all. They say you’re schoolmates.

School?? You have never been to a school with other kids in it. Your social skills have been shot to death because you’ve been living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere for more than half of your life

From how nice they are, you probably didn’t kill them

Right?

Anyways, you’re not gonna tell them about the blood on your hands to avoid raining on their parade (even if you did, they’d say "We know" mixing up yours and the other Kaito’s victims, but you don’t know that and it’d mess you up even more. Oh and the tall broody guy would say "me too" which is supposed to be comforting but it really isn’t)

You come home (sweet home), relaying the bizarre story to your mentor (and the only friend around your age), who tells you to lay off on coffee and late nights

You tell him to piss off and shame him for his LEGO spaceship collection which really wasn’t cool of you and make him sad

You go to sleep, more fucked up than usual

[katabby]

Thinking about one of my shyest most virgin ass characters as a goddamn incubus absolutely REARRANGING the insides of a young succubus (which will be you for reasons :3)

Cw: tentacles, monster fucking humanoid, deep ass voice, female reader (might make male ver), being restrained, cursing, implied breeding, rough fuck

Probably not gonna be proofread because my fucking horny ass self wrote this good God I love this character

Your arms were pinned above your head, your wrists being uncomfortably held within his rough, burning hot hands as his cock rammed through your body.

Two of his tentacles were being used just to hold your legs open for him, to keep you from squirming out his grasp and onto the floor like the damn snake you were. His cock was stretching you to the limit and you weren't sure how long till you would black out. You could feel his damn tip pounding against your cervix as if begging to come inside. You swore you could imagine it all vividly in your head.

It hurt so much but felt so good, the way every deep vein on his dick you could feel rubbing at your gummy walls. And with the way he stared down at you, biting his lower lip and smIRKING?! how dare he. Making you see Heaven's gates and enJOYING IT?! the audacity

The sheets were already stained and sickeningly damp, yet he kept slamming his hips against you, his heavy balls about to leave a fucking bruise against your ass from how hard he was. You were on the verge of blacking out when he spoke in that dirtily deep and arousing voice.

"Come on, darling. Don't give up on me yet. I need to see the look in your eye when I fill you."

I am pissing myself from excitement. Goodbye.

[xxri]

tell us abt ur prsk unit....

it seems i ahve been found by prsk oc tumblr helloo. girl band with something very wrong. more under the cut i guess

helloo.... garden of eden posting.... vkei band that mostly plays vocarock and metal (i dont really know specific genres Heart emoji.) very much inspired by leia by yuyoyuppe I LOVE LEIA.

they don't really shoot for a huge goal like the other units they are all learning to love playing music for themselves and not for fame or whatever. they play together just for the sake of it ^_^ ive posted everyones profiles but here are their ref sheets

they have a cover song list here ^_^ (many of these would be rearranged but do u see my vision....)

and voice claims . i kind of designed all four of them with the singers in mind i am a #Big fan of all of them. ruri, tsubaki, kanna (1 / 2) (she is so greedy she has two), sumire

also vaguely inspired by musicians i like . i wanted there to be more obvious references in their unit outfits but i guess i can do that for card sets (if i ever design any)

as for story ......... idrk how to summarize their story on a surface level WHAHA . ruri is a vocaP and recruits the others to form a band for fun. tsubaki is her childhood friend, sumire is a huge fan of her music and brings kanna along (BAD IDEA) 99% of the problems in the band are caused by kanna arguing with everyone over nothing

at first the focus is on tsubaki and the others helping her search for her true passion before she graduates. she joins the band to spend time with ruri, she doesn't actually gaf about music (she doesnt gaf about anything) but slowly learns to love it and enjoy being in the band.

everyone else has their arcs, kanna is very annoying and pretentious and wants to be popular while the other three are like "hey man. maybe being in a band isnt all about fame ^_^;;" sumire is a total beginner at music and is seen as "weird" but finds friends who accept her, ruri arc happens much later cuz everyone else is just learning things she already knew. but she learns to be more honest with everyone.

basically they all join for superficial reasons and eventually learn to really truly love music ^_^ also the sekai is haunted mansion ish and the vocaloids are all ghosts Here is miku and flower probably. i am very indecisive on how they will look

ermmmm Idk what else to post. relationship chart and ruri and sumire instrument models (Ruri stolen from toko kirigaya #I LOVE MORFONICA!!!!!!) idk anything about drums or violin models so they just get whatever. their main motif is flowers i guess but they're not very flowery that's mostly just ruri's influence being a big flower fan. ok i will not make this post longer than it needs to be Thank you for asking i love my daughters ^_^

[wosemi-sama]

i dont feel like putting this on main but do u know that thing people did where they would assign the brothers names they thought they would name their kid or wtv.... i would like to dump here that i think levi would name his daughter either lorelai or hannah HERE ME OUT PLEASE THIS TOOK A LOT OF MENTAL GYMNASTICS,,,,

hannah - derived from ruris last name, hana.

ruri = rori = rory = lorelai

bam. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[kasururigoth]

I love ruri. I need her to be more brutal. I need her to be terrifying, and gruesome. I need her to have long sharp fangs that tear through flesh, bloodshot eyes that signal danger, and pointy claws that leave deep cuts. and I need her to stick her teeth inside kasuka's right wrist, or in the crook of his neck, until his body is twitching and shaking against his will. until he's weak and lightheaded. his heart beating faster than ever from the mixture between fear and euphoria. making ruri delighted with the taste of adrenaline that's filling her mouth. and despite the stabbing pain that she's subjecting him to, he loves her, he loves her, he loves her. and he loves being useful for her.

[enter-the-performapals]

@arcvmonth Day 18 D/D/D- Different Dimension Day!

Even though its a little late (because I wanted to color these lol) I wanted to talk about my Mermaid AU- concepted while I drew my big piece for Mermay this year! I was originally going to turn it into a series basing them on the En cards, but I didnt have time (maybe next year?)

This is a high fantasy AU, of course, and each of the stories happen around the same time-which Ill get into later. All of the Bracelet Girls, Dragon Boys and Zarc + Ray are in their 20's here, with romantic interactions between the expected couples (Fruit, Apple, FallenAngel, Predator, Genesis). All of the stories are unrelated but take place around the same time, with the the exception of the Genesis which takes several decades before.

Just slapping the word 'Mermaid' on a character and not basing them on a sea creature has never been an option for my autism brain, so I based the girls off of sea creatures I thought suited them!

Yuzu is based on a Betta fish- the only freshwater mermaid out of the five- mainly because I think theyre gorgeous with their lovely flowing tails, but also because theyre highly territorial, which I will get into later.

Rin-Rin is based off of one of my favorite sea creatures, the Lionfish. Bright and beautiful, but venomous and a ruthless predator. She's also Siren.

Ruri is based on a Parrotfish. Beautiful, iridescent scales and placid nature who live in coral reefs. Also, bird pun becuase I couldnt resist.

Serena is a Human-Mer hybrid whose based off an Angler fish. Scary creatures who use beautiful light not to illuminate their surroundings, but to draw in prey. She requires more oxygen than a normal mermaid, so like a mudfish, she can chill out near the surface of the sea and take in oxygen when she needs to.

Ray is based off of a Sea Angel, which is apparently a sea slug. It's pretty and I dont know much about it, which is the exact same thing I can say about my girl Ray.

Under the cut ill get into my thoughts for each of the AUs! Including a minific which kind of adds a little context to my piece from Mermay!

Ill go over all my ideas for the different storylines - marked by their ship- and at the end is minific! Sorry for any punctuation/spelling mistakes!

Genesisshipping:

Zarc is an apprentice boatsman on his first voyage on a big ship. After smashing into rocky bluffs, the boat he's on capsizes and falls into the ocean. Almost drowning, he is rescued at the brink of death by Ray, who takes him to an uninhabited island to bring him back to life. Over a year or so, the two fall in love and while Zarc does want to escape the island he beleives its futile and doesnt even try. Eventually a ship does come to rescue him, and he promises Ray that he'll make it back to the island one day to be with her.

After hes back on land, people ask him what happened, howd he survive, ect; he eventually lets slip that a mermaid saved him. This makes it around, and eventually wealthy prospectors hear. Entranced by money and power wished to him, he leads hunters to the island to capture Ray.

Thinking that hes back to start a life with her, Ray's shocked when other people come from the boat and try to capture her. Realising Zarc had sold her out, she escapes to the sea, never to be seen again. Realising the error of his ways, Zarc decides to stay on the island after the disgruntled hunters leave in an attempt to attone for his greed and to hopefully see Ray one more time.

Appleshipping:

Hugo had always heard tales about sirens in books and wanted to if they were real or not. After attempt of humours faliures to become part of an actual reputable ship crew, he falls in with some pirates who decide to take him out to the seas. On his maiden voyage, he is so nervous that he cant fall asleep on his first night. Thats when he hears it. A siren's song in the distance.

The rest of the crew asleep, he steals a rowboat to find the source of the singing. He finds it- the most beautiful girl hed ever seen, singing the most beautiful song hed ever heard. He falls head over heels for her at first sight.

While Rin just wanted a meal, she now has to put up with idiot pirate trying to woo her. She is severly displeased about it, and makes it known. Then she realises- this dude is a grade A idiot with the luck of god on his side and now has to live with a human taking up her favorite rock. Ridiculousness insues

FallenAngelShipping:

Ute grew up in a port town that had a great relationship with the fellow merfolk. He and Ruri grew up together, and eventually became a couple. One day, the village was raided by hunters, who both killed and captured the humans and merfolk, burning the town to the ground.

While hed somehow escaped from the raiders, he knows he has to break in to the enemy camp as they transport prisoners and set everyone free.

After weeks of planning and watching them from afar, he finds the perfect moment and storms the encampment, setting everyone free, including his best friend Shun and his lovely Ruri.

While they are displaced, remaining survivors help rebuild the city, and they try to rebuild their lives. Now with round the clock border security :)

Predatorshipping:

Joeri is a wealthy buisness man who found success selling various snake oils in his teens. Feeling bored of scamming people out of their cash, he goes to a beah town in an effort to refresh, regroup his thoughts, and figure out his next buisness move.

While walking a beach in the dead of night, he notices a glow coming from a little cave in the distance. Sneaking a peek, he notices Serena stting, resting, and his mind races. Mermaids are uncommon, but not unheard of but most people havent seen one, so what if he could show her off?

Practically smelling the money from the buisness opportunity, he approaches her. She startles, and draws a weapon on him. That night he tries to talk her down and using all of his sales knowledge and charisma, tries to get her to warm up to him.

While it ends up in faliure, the next night she is in the cave again. And he makes up his mind to convince her to join him, whether that be by convincing her with his words, or bribing her with anything he can get his hands on. He has a goal and wont stop until it's realised.

Fruitshipping:

Feeling wanderlust in his early teens, Yuya decides to dedicate his life to becoming an adventurer to see all the beautiful sights hes read about in his beloved father's old travel diaries. After about a decade of seeing what the continent has to offer, he takes a wrong turn (not the first time) and accidentally stumbles into a serene clearing blanketed in cherry tree blossoms nestled in between foothills. In awe, he explores the adorable little field, picking wild dasies as he goes, and spots a lake fed by mountains. As he investigates, he is jumpscared by a mermaid who warns him to leave immediately or face the consequences.

After a breif moment of shock, he starts to laugh. Yuzu is flabbergasted, as most humans would have fled at that point. He tells her that meeting a mermaid was always on his bucket list and that hes pleased to make her acquaintance, which leaves her even more shocked.

While she is standoffish at first, Yuya sets up camp near the water's edge to really drink in the scenery, subbornly telling an annoyed Yuzu that it was the best vantage point in the clearing.

While he'd oly planned to stay for a couple of days, as he talked to Yuzu- her sharing enchanting stories about the depths of the lake and the merfolk who lived there and in turn, her avidly listening to Yuya's travel stories- he decided to stay through the end of spring... and then summer... until eventually autumn's chill prompts him to eventually- begrudgingly- forces him to start packing up his temporary home.

Over the months the two talked and talked and became best friends. Through the wilting daisy chains they made, to the silly splash fights they shared on hot days, to almost sombre monitoring of deciduous leaves starting to fall as the lake theyd made memories in starts to slowly develop its winter shell, baring the aquatic from the terrestrial.

As they say their goodbyes, Yuya noticing Yuzu shivering slightly as she sits above the water, he promises her to come back in the spring with even more travel stories, handing her one of his earrings in a jesture of his vow. And she is overjoyed.

As they part ways, he catches her tightly gripping the blue crystal of his earring before she slips below the water, and he wishes that winter would just leave and never come back.

Over the winter, Yuya can't stop thinking of his time in the clearing. The curiosity that Yuzu would have for the camp meals he'd cook. The sparkle in her eye as he'd describe one of his adventures. Her concern over even the most miniscule of old wounds hed accrued over the years. Her witty remarks that never failed to get a laugh out of him. That no matter where he went, he'd always wonder what Yuzu would think if she'd been there with him.

As the weather started to turn from hail and snow to bright skies and sunshowers, he practically made a mad dash to the little clearing tucked away on the forgotten road near the foothills, hoping that the ice had melted in the area- if not for the whole pond, at least around the crude dock he'd put together to sit with Yuzu on, so close to where he'd set up camp.

As he approaced the sea of sakura, the blooming daisies, the grass rejuvenated after it winter hibernation, he noticed a figure waiting where she always was early in the mornings before he awoke, brushing her beautiful magenta tinged hair, facing toward the mountains in the distance.

He grinned and picked the prettiest of the wild daisies he could see on the bushes around him.

He was back home and couldn't be happier.

[mihotose]

games mentioned by megu:

minecraft (played as a kid)

animal crossing

splatoon

kirby

party animals

pokemon scarvi (+ white since her mom played it when she was a kid) (her favourite pokemon is reshiram) (one of her dreams as a kid was to ride it)

pikmin

[always-a-joyful-note]

the part about ruri and momo's relationship that hurts me the most is that they both loved each other so much and yet that love is also what broke them both. it's the way ruri wanted to cheer her little brother on even if she felt sort of inferior to all his achievements. it's the way momo wanted to make his big sister happy. it's the way ruri didn't communicate her honest feelings and how momo was a oblivious and a bit insensitive. it's the way that when he revived re:vale, he really did seem to put himself in every place ruri loved. it's how ruri could have avoided it all if she had been more honest with her feelings. it's when momo told tsumugi that what hurts idols most is an overwhelming love and expectations they can't meet, that it's no one's fault, and how that parallels the way the sunohara siblings hurt each other out of love for something else but also for each other (thinking that his sister would be happy her beloved band was kept alive, staying quiet because she didn't want her little brother to be burdened by her envh) but it was no one's fault. it's -

i7 stop hurting me with sibling drama challenge, i'm actually begging you

[universestreasures]

@enterpainment (Nobles Apples, Because We Need More Of Them)

Ever since the day Yugo managed to overload his inhibitor collar by sheer force of will, Rin couldn't stop thinking about it and what it meant for their current situation. All this time, she thought the work of her father and Dr. Faker was perfect, ones with no noticeable flaws to exploit. And yet, through sheer force of will and dragonic instinct, her retainer was able to break through the inhibitor and utilize some of his true powers in a moment when he thought she was in danger. She knew dragons were resilient and unpredictable creatures, but even she was caught off guard by the act.

It meant there was a chance, a chance at freedom at long last from this gilded prison she called home...

The following days were filled with almost nothing but reading, Rin studying every single book in the library she could find that might garner some useful information as to how to make a counter to her bracelet and his newly upgraded collar. She had always been the best student of the four teen Akaba daughters and her ability to absorb and gather information rivaled even that of Ray and Reiji, especially when she was motivated. And never in her life has she been so focused, for she had a true reason to learn.

Though, it didn't mean that such a process was simple. Distractions were plentiful, mainly coming from the pouting and confused dragon who accompanied her as she read. Yugo couldn't read human, meaning he could be of no help in the search of information. The girl could tell that bothered him. He's had a desire since day one to help her out in any way he can. More times than not it was either not needed or caused trouble, but his heart was in the right place and she wanted to give him a chance to do something than just sit and look like her like a kicked puppy.

That's when, after seeing a specific picture of a magical geode in one of her books, Rin gets an idea, one that would allow him a chance to contribute to their escape plan that no one would find suspicious.

"Yugo, I think I know now just what you can help me with." She grabs her book and stands up from her seat, moving instead to sit next to him on the floor. "You know how you're really good at finding things? Well, if we're going to make something to help us reach our goal, then we're going to need to find and gather a lot of special materials. And I don't think there is anyone I know who is better at that than you, Mr. Hoarder."

Rin then opens her book to the page she was on before she points to the picture of a blue geode with a green crystal inside. "Do you think you can find me this and bring it back to your treasure trove in my room? This estate has tons of enchanted nature materials that my father uses for his research, so I'm sure we have this somewhere. Probably near the waterfall pond if I had to guess."

[merryfortune]

(dis)Respect the Routine

Day 3: Routine | Unexpected

Title: (dis)Respect the Routine

Ship: Swiftshipping | Rin/Ruri 

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,223

Tags: Alternate Universe - Dance, Rivalry, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Classist Themes

   Ruri could almost understand where city planning was coming from when they placed a fine arts school across the road from an alternative arts school and adjacent to a skate park. It made sense. Just down the road from all these locales was a traditional fine arts school and related facilities and then the rest of the cultural precinct could be dedicated to western talents or anything else similarly eclectic.

   However, in the practice, the very one that Ruri lived, she would like to send city planning a VERY strongly worded letter on why this was a terrible idea. 

   The ballerinas, like herself, did not get along with the skate park rat pack as well as the other strange lot they attracted. Like the interpretative dancers or the punks or the hip-hop kids. Both sides of the street - more like cliques - were very tight knit and very obnoxious over it.

   Ruri and her company wanted to prove they were grace and fidelity incarnate. The kids from across the street wanted to knock them off their high perch using their loud and dirty, expletive soaked music. It was a constant back and forth with a prickly rapport. 

   However, there was this one miscreant, in particular, whom Ruri was all up in arms with a bee in her bonnet over, however: Rin.

   Rin was from the wrong side of town and embraced it. She had a wild side and was unafraid of getting up into people’s grille. She always had a friend or two by her side because there was strength in numbers but make no mistake: she was large and in charge. 

   She had fluffy green hair and sharp yellow eyes and really nice cheekbones, too. That didn’t matter, however, its just that whenever Ruri thought about Rin, in a bad mood or not, those things about her appearance, baggy overalls and tight leather pants, occurred to Ruri as well but whatever.

   Not only did she have a bad personality - she was a loudmouth and enjoyed scolding people - but she was an excellent dancer.

   Inside her own discipline, anyway. Ruri would love to see her slut drop to Beethoven. It simply was not possible. She could do all these headspins and get down on every level, use her hands or her feet. Rin was a good hip-hop dancer but she was all self-taught and it boiled Ruri’s blood.

   Every now and again, they would encounter each other and usually went like this:

   “Hey Swan Princess.” (Or some other similarly condescending cat call)

   “Shut up, Rin. as if you know your Odette’s from your Odile’s.” (Or some other clever rebuke which stood Ruri’s ground).

   “Blegh!” 

   But it would end with Rin poking her tongue out at Ruri. Seriously! The girl had no manners. Didn’t matter what Ruri said, if she ignored her or if she rebuked her, it would always end with Rin pulling down her lower eyelid (gross!) and then sticking out her tongue. It was so childish and it always got on Ruri’s nerves every single time. It was Rin’s ultimate trick to tick Ruri off.

   That was the dull and trite routine that they went through every single day. 

   Ugh. Why couldn’t the artsy-fartsy kids be scattered through the city rather than be concentrated on this one particular block. Ruri genuinely dreamed of when she could go to university or go on a world tour as part of the national ballet, dancing in opera houses and other theatres of renown and importance. All the capital cities! Tokyo, New York, London, Sydney,  and more! 

   That would be amazing. That was very much her dream. She was all tulle and tutus and she wouldn’t have some rat pack kid make fun of her for it.

   However, until that glorious time in which fourteen-year old ballerina Kurosaki Ruri became an adult and a primadonna, she had to put up with all the weirdos from around her hometown. Hence why Ruri didn’t particularly think much of it when she and Rin got into yet another altercation. That was just another day for her but there was a different outcome to all their other petty squabbles than usual.

   It started the same way.

   “Hey leotard-in-a-knot.” Rin called out to Ruri as she tried to walk past her.

   The sun was setting, there was a crisp, summer breeze in the air and it felt like sunset could last for hours, as they usually did in the early-summer, late-spring. Rin was perched up on one of the skate ramps: not the tallest but not the smallest either. She leered out from over it, like a king on a castle looking down on the peasantry.

   Not that Ruri would consider herself a common in such a metaphor but whatever. Her attention was piqued and already, her brow was furrowed.

   “Oh buzz off!” Ruri spat. “Go and buy some clothes that actually fit you.”

   “Girlie, you know I only thrift.” Rin winked at her.

   Great. Now they were locked in a duel, a battle of wits. Ruri huffed. She stamped her foot.

   “I really need to go.” Ruri said.

   “You got a spare minute?” Rin asked.

   “Literally, what did I just say?” Ruri asked in turn, more than a touch irritated.

   “Go where? To another hoity-toity party or what?” Rin asked.

   She got up and spun on her heel. She looked like the Fool in a tarot deck, dithering on the edge and it gave Ruri a heart attack just to watch but Rin was lackadaisical and laughing. 

   “Just… Home.” Ruri got out through her clattering teeth. “Now, would you get down from there?”

   “With pleasure.” Rin said and she swung the other way. “On one condition.” She swung the other way again and Ruri hiccupped out of fear. “Since it sounds like you have a minute.”

   “Just get down from there!” Ruri yelled.

   Rin laughed but she did get down. In the worst way Ruri would consider possible. Rin jumped off the edge of the skate ramp, it was at least metre taller than Ruri and Rin nailed the landing. Completely walked off anything she might have jarred as she circled Ruri.

   “We have a lot of fun, you and me.” Rin spoke like she was lecturing Ruri.

   “That’s news to me.” Ruri sourly replied, she folded her arms in front of herself as she watched Rin go to and fro. She was as loose as the breeze that fettered them both.

   “We do!” Rin said. “Which is why, I want to propose, a truce.”

   “A truce?” Ruri sceptically echoed.

   “We can do our usual back-and-forth all we like, til the end of time and the sun explodes,” Rin said, “but I realised something. You’ve seen me dance-”

   “Uh-huh…” Ruri interrupted her to show Rin that she was listening. She simply wasn’t impressed with what she was listening to. After all, she wouldn’t exactly call what Rin did “dancing”.

   “But I’ve never seen you dance!” Rin exclaimed. “So, I want to change that.”

   “There is a reason why I’ve never danced in front of you,” Ruri stuck her nose in the air, “and that is because I only want to dance in suitable environments. On the side of the street is not a suitable environment. I could get hurt or-”

   “It’ll be a dance battle. You win, me and my crew will leave you alone forevermore.”

   Ruri’s eyes went wide. Well, okay. That changes things. If only slightly. Her piqued attention, however, was like an open book for Rin. She grinned, hungry for attention and a duel.

   “What’s in it for me if I win?” Ruri asked. She tried - and failed - at sounding too interested.

   Rin hummed, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, she really chewed on the noises she made before she came to a decision, “I’ll do whatever you want. For one whole day or thing. Absolutely anything.”

   “Deal.”

   Ruri didn’t even have to think about it. She could have Rin grovel on her knees or surrender some money to her. There was plenty of humiliating and gratifying things Ruri could do if she could just trounce Rin and trump her once and for all. It was simply too delicious. 

   “Awesome. Then, let’s get into it, Angelina Ballerina.” Rin taunted her.

   “Whatever you say, Little Miss Baggy Pants.” Ruri attempted to trash-talk Rin back buuuuut it just made her laugh instead.

   Not a great start but the glares they were exchanging were pretty fierce so that was fine. From there, they figured out how exactly they wanted to do this: Rin had a boom box and Ruri had her MP3 player. So it was mostly going to be a thrown down of tinny, acapella proportions but it was better than nothing since Rin barely knew her Sugarplums from her Fur Elise and Ruri couldn’t keep a modern beat to save her life.

   With a one, and a two, and a three.

   Ruri went first. Because of course she did.

   She went through her own routine. From the practice of getting herself limber all the way through to the end of what was, like, a six minute song of pianos and violins. Ruri was nothing less than excellent - or at least close to it. The cement side walk wasn’t exactly the stage she was used to, cracks were potentially deadly but she did her best in front of Rin.

   She portrayed all her favourite heroines. Clara and Odette, Coppelia and Sleeping Beauty. A mix and match of every story she had ever danced a ballet of, her favourite moves and story beats to the beautiful, silvery music as it came out of her device.

   Rin watched, admittedly entranced.

   She didn’t want to be but Ruri was skillful. She had been mentored and configured, it was showing in her beautiful, movements. Every hand, every foot, it was all so precise in what she was doing and by the end of it, Rin applauded her. Begrudgingly, of course.

   Ruri smirked, “See, even you have class.”

   “Every once and while.” Rin replied.

   “Your turn,” Ruri said, “but I’d like to see you top that.”

   “Well, you're in luck. ‘Cause I am.” Rin smirked in reply.

   Rin stretched out and she looked all cheeky as did so. It would have been adorable if it wasn’t so annoying as her expression was so tinged with arrogance. Not that Ruri could talk.

   Rin took a couple steps back and then she brought it down.

   Her beat and enthusiasm was contagious. Her music sounded like all noise to Ruri (but hers had sounded like elevator music to Rin) but Ruri couldn’t deny that Rin didn’t have rhythm. The routine that Rin went through was natural and organic, coming and going with every new idea that she had, evolving with inspiration. She built up from something small until it got bigger and bigger and yes, did involve some spinning on her head which made Ruri’s head spin, too, just from watching.

   Rin finished up with a grand finale which had her begging on her knees. Her chest thudded, up and down, as she panted. A drop of sweat glimmered on her brow as she grinned.

   “So. What do you think?” she asked.

   Rin got up and she was like melted rubber. All loosey-goosey, easy on her feet as she rose up to her full height to meet Ruri’s mean girl, discerning gaze. One which was unreadable but the quibble in her lower lip betrayed her. 

   She was on the cusp of saying something nice. Heaven forbid. But she simply couldn’t help herself. Credit was due where it was due.

   All because, in the end, neither girl was unbiased enough to come up with a conclusion of who won over won. 

   Ruri thought she did. Rin thought she did. But they both thought the other girl had put up a good fight. 

   Ruri’s dancing was elegant; Rin’s dancing was eclectic. For every virtue, there was a vice, for everything they knew they got wrong but the other didn’t, there was still plenty they both did get right and could acknowledge. Not just in themselves but each other.

   Simply put, both were exhausted and there was begrudging respect between them.

   “So… truce?” Rin suggested. “No one won but no one lost either, don’t you think?” She extended her hand to Ruri.

   Ruri nodded and accepted, “Truce.” she said. “But since we both still won, I don’t want you or your friends making fun of me anymore.”

   “Okay. Deal.” Rin agreed. They both shook hands on it. “And what about me, what do you want me to do? Grovel on my knees? Give you my lunch money?”

   “Not quite.” Ruri said, feeling a little flustered, all too aware of how Rin’s hand felt against her own, not to mention how discerning Rin was as she had thought about that as a possibility, too. “I thought I would request that we spend more time with each other. Maybe without quite so much competition. What else do you like, aside from dancing? We can do that, so long as its not dirty, dangerous, or unsafe.”

   “You're such a priss.” Rin laughed at Ruri’s expense.

   She frowned.

   “But,” Rin continued, “that doesn’t sound too bad. It's a date then.”

   “It is.” Ruri smiled, pleased that Rin was picking up what she was putting down.

[rui-drawsbox]

your Baxter art. makes me feel so insane. and if you ask which one, please don't. you know, That one. 😭😭😭

FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS I'VE BEEN HAVING SPONTANEOUS DAYDREAMS, WHILE AT WORK, STARRING THE SUITOR FOR A SEASON, MR. VICTOREAN EMO MAN HIMSELF, AND THEN THE END SCENE IS ALWAYS THAT PANEL THAT YOU DREW.

THIS AND THE TENS OF BAXTER FICS I'VE READ. GOD.

I feel like I need to be put down.

Anon do i look like a psi-- the one in the couch? Please make it the one in the couch it would be so funny

Anyways I'm happy that i dragged you into Baxter hell, one of us one of us♪

[diabolikpersonals]

Do you have a DL oc or of you dont what type of Oc would It be?

the most important to me is ruri!! here's a quick drawing of her! hopefully her fic will be making its tumblr debut soon and then I can finish it properly.

she was born out of my desire for a gay dialovers route, so she's a romanceable character for yui. and she's subaru's little sister! I'll keep quiet about the rest so I don't spoil the story :3

[chibi-taylormoon]

Ask a character: The Bracelet Girls (ones that u haven't answered for yet) (u can separate the posts if they get too long)

Ive only done Yuzu of the b-girls, so here are the other girls!

Rin!!

How I feel about this character:

my second favorite of the bracelet girls! Love a good strong girl, from the little content we get of her she is just very amazing. Her design is cute, her deck is awesome, shes a cool mechanic! Outside from her temper, she is known to be very sweet and motherly too, and thats a cool aspect of her character. Out of all the girls, she was the only one kidnapped without her duel disk, if she had it she would've fought Yuri very strongly to protect herself. I feel very strongly for Rin.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Yugo!! Those two are soulmates, Yugo is her stupid idiot. I like ships where its just "clueless idiot that absolutely adores his best friend to the ends of the earth and the girl that would give him a good smack up if he does something stupid" they're such a good match. Those two worked so hard when they had so little to build that d-wheel together, it was their dream! Rin absolutely had equal feelings for Yugo too, she would just be very tsudere about it compared to Yugo who is not shy about his feelings.

my non-romantic otp for this character:

idk, actually. Rin and Yuzu would've been a great pairing if they interacted. Best friends. They'd bond and share stories about how silly and dumb Yuya and Yugo are. They'd look out for eachother and protect eachother if they were able to get away from Leo Akaba before they were infected by the parasite or put into the machine. They'd kick butt together.

my unpopular opinion about this character:

I love everything about Rin. I have no complaints or unpopular opinions personally.

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

Really wanted more content from Rin, it sucks that she gets infected by that parasite and duels Yugo and the d-wheel they built together got damaged. That whole concept was just way too sad and Rin as strong as she is deserved better. It would've been much better for Yugo to beat her and to have Rin defend herself and not be anywhere near that machine to be used for Ray to be awakened. Rin had a lot of potential to be more than just the girl kidnapped and needed to be rescued only for that all to go to waste and for her to not get her body back.

~ ~

Ruri!!

How I feel about this character:

Ruri is so cute, I love her design so much. I just wish there was more content of her! There is a lot of potential with her character not only being a friend of Yuto, but Shun's sister. She is a sweet bird girl and shown to be a strong duelist! From what content Ruri did have, I adored her very much!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Yuto!!!!! I am a major fallenangel shipper, they are the most canon yu/bracelet girl for sure. So glad there was content of them being cute together before the invasion! Yuto literally started crushing on Ruri the moment he watched her duel and he was so mesmerized when they met, its just so very sweet. Unlike the other girls, it was clear that Ruri had mutual feelings for Yuto and even was much more forward out of the girls with her feelings. Which is seen when she rests her head on Yuto's shoulder. THEY'RE CUTE

my non-romantic otp for this character:

I like the idea of Ruri and Yuzu being very close friends. Ruri would just really adore Yuzu and if need be she can kick butt to help protect her. Ruri has a secret scary side.

my unpopular opinion about this character:

Ruri had a lot of potential outside of the fact shes Yuto's kind of love interest or Shun's little sister. There should've been more of her and her dueling outside of the one where she was infected by the parasite. Such a cool character kind of wasted.

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

It would've been so cute to see a full flashback scene of Ruri and Yuto dueling. Ruri probably also even wins! She is so happy and smiley that Yuto is just a puddle of goo watching her that he isn't even upset in slightest that he lost. Yuto smiles and holds out his hand for Ruri to shake it and tells her good job. But Ruri hugs him instead of shaking his hand.

Serena!!

How I feel about this character:

I love Serena!! She is so cool, and a strong and brave girl. Also her deck is my favorite out of all the bracelet girls. Serena takes no crap, and I love that about her. Its just really sad that she joined the lancers only to be taken by Leo and given that parasite, its crap. her character deserved WAY better than that.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I like Serena/Yuri despite them having zero interactions. Its a shame. they could've been such a great deadly pair together. There is just so much great potential with those two being close like the other yu's/bracelet girls.

my non-romantic otp for this character:

Serena and Yugo to be honest. They would be an interesting pair of friends. Yugo is a dumb sweet puppy and Serena respects him cause he is a good duelist and was able to beat her, but my god sometimes she wants to trap him in a headlock. They're just comedic besties.

my unpopular opinion about this character:

very upset she got infected by that parasite. she was an important part to the lancers and she wanted to help and do good, instead she got taken back to the fusion dimension and controlled. Serena deserved so much better than that!!!! Very upset with her ending.

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

I like the ending where you see Serena taking a swing at Yuri when he wanted to talk to her. I WISH that were a canon thing in the series with a flashback. Serena and Yuri deserved to interact, and maybe do so secretly behind the professors back. Yuri would approach Serena in secret and brag ALL ABOUT praise from the professor or all the people he defeated. While Serena acts indifferent and for fun, takes a swing at him with her duel disk, Serena would've always challenged him to duels too...and she gives him a hard time.

[obeymeow]

being neurodivergent is all fun and games until you remember those hourly quote bots on twitter and think well maybe I can't make a bot anymore but I could schedule a few quotes a day, that shouldn't be hard. it sounds fun to have a bunch of quotes of my favorite character Thirteen from hit mobile game Obey Me! and its sequel Obey Me! Nightbringer. and then you think about how arduous collecting the quotes is going to be but she's only been in the games for maybe a year and a half with little screentime and you love collecting things so you start but then you remember that you love collecting things so naturally you have ALL of her screentime in the game and suddenly you have 45k characters of quotes and are several lessons into season 4 (which is truly a trial in and of itself) but not nearly close enough to the end but you refuse to just stop collecting the quotes and make the account with the EXCESS of what you have already because you literally only have season 4 to get through and if you don't do it just seeing the bot (because now you've been informed you can make tumblr bots instead) will haunt you with that knowledge even if nobody else would ever know. this is a general anecdote of a situation that could easily happen to anyone though and not in any way related to my life