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catfuyus · 13 days ago
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resting your poor, drunken head on mikey’s muscular shoulder. and he smells nice. like his usual musk and the cologne he sprayed on earlier. smells so warm. smells like your mikey.
he keeps talking to the guys that’re over tonight. not quite a party, kinda a kick back. you know you saw keisuke and mitsuya earlier. that was about four drinks ago.
mikey rubs his cheek against the top of your head. you can’t help but hum and giggle into his neck.
you hear his voice over the chorus of the party, the familiar voices of all your friends gathered for a long weekend. you can’t exactly distinguish what he says, just relish in the familiar timbre of his voice.
and then he’s moving, leaving a little cold spot near you where he was. and then his hand reaches out to you. you take his forearm instead, standing and somewhat colliding with his chest. mikey says something again to your friends, you can feel it in the rumble of his chest, and then his hands are around your waist, body at your back, as he guides you up the stairs.
mikey kisses your cheek as you sit on the bed. you drape your arms over his shoulders in a messy but firm hug. you love being pressed against him. love being near him.
“did you have fun tonight?” his voice is soft and all encompassing in the small room.
you hold him tighter in affirmation, not daring to be parted from him for even a second. “yea,” you nod into his neck.
“me too,” mikey runs his hands up and down your back, massaging you in a reciprocated hug. “can’t wait to be home though,”
you sigh at the thought of your warm fuzzy bed, the familiar heater and your comfy pajamas. “me too…”
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lovesickchild · 4 days ago
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The gang is what I trust
🔴 not mine credit to the original owner
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bumblekast-thumbnails · 4 months ago
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BumbleThumble for August 21st, 2024
Lineart, @kiimeranova
Coloring, @nintendoni-art
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rakeisu · 1 year ago
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▪ Song Recs For (Anime) Simps ▪
▪ Mano "Mikey" Sanjiro ▪
▪ Genre: Chill R&B ▪
▪ Honorable Mentions: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji, Mitsuya Takashi, Chifuyu Matsuno, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Keigo Takami, Shota Aizawa
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am-i-tho · 2 years ago
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fighting for my life rn so I don't start watching one piece for a ship that is not even canon
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lo-55 · 10 months ago
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When does suzume's dads sentance end ? When does he get released from prison ?
waaaaay back in chapter 4 I said 5 years. So by present time, it’ll be a little over 2 more years before he’s release. The exact paragraph was right at the beginning. It was “It’s light, all things considered. The charges are heavy. Murder in the first degree, conspiracy to commit murder, and a bunch of other things. He should go away for life, for sure, but there’s some kind of clerical error that no one tells her the full length of. Missing evidence, and a breach in his miranda rights. Instead of life in prison he gets five years. Suzume is relieved, but the family of his supposed victim is furious.”
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flyby303 · 2 years ago
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Mikey-kun ❤️
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adrayellinaeth · 2 years ago
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The Villain’s Mark
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(( BOLD always or almost always applies  | |   italics are situational or occasional ))
aggressive | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold / cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | hard | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messianic | mistrusting | murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-righteous | self-indulgent | serial killer | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful
Thank you to @spiral-cut for the prompt. It's been a long time since I've made one ahah. I almost forgot to answer :'D because I have a bad memory, and because Adrayel is nothing else than a Hero DD: But I have a lots of other OC ehehehe. And here come Sanjiro. Tada. He's not a Hero.. more like... Anti-hero? He's not a bad guy or a real villain... But he's difficult to live with and has a shitty character :'D
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wayward-travelers · 4 months ago
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Tagged by @thefreelanceangel (ty o/) Tagging @adrayellinaeth (Jaeth & Sanjiro?), @confusedtia-archive, @miqojak, @thefrostflower
@airis-ray @nini-dirthara-lothlenanas @wpip-raham @hares-and-hounds
@stalwart-spirit @houserosaire @biff-adventurer @briar-ffxiv @tea-and-conspiracy
@gatheredfates @fatewalker @emahriel @lilbittymonster @prudentfolly
and anyone else who'd like to do it! (no pressure if I tagged you and you're not interested though)
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catfuyus · 22 days ago
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FROST ME, BABY | 12 DAYS OF XMAS - UNCUT EDITION
NOTE: based on the 12 days of christmas selfship event going on ! This is an extended version of day 3 and still largely selfship coded! DNI if selfshipping makes you uncomfy, mdni divider by @/cafekitsune PAIRING: manjiro sano x reader WARNING: food play, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, cervix fucking, smut no plot, this post contains adult content so minors dni !
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“What’re we gonna do with all this leftover frosting?” you giggle as you scoop another mouthful with the tip of your finger. It’s still warm from the pan, even after you both devoured more than a healthy serving of freshly baked cinnamon rolls.
“I have a few ideas,” mikey smirks across from you, pulling you by your hips until your back’s against the counter, right next to the dessert tray. you watch him scoop a bit of frosting up with his finger, and gasp as he smears it on your neck.
“What’re you—” and then his hot mouth is on your pulse, sucking the sugar and frosting and replacing your complaints with a sudden gasp. your hands are in his hair, tugging his mouth towards you, but his lips stop just a breath away from yours.
his head turns, lips curling up into a smile, and you don’t need to see what he’s doing to know what he’s doing. he brings two fingers full of frosting back up to your lips. you open your mouth obediently and suck the frosting off his digits, soaking them with your tongue. mikey pulls them out of your mouth before the frosting is done and replaces his fingers with his heated kiss. his tongue pushing past your lips and stealing the sugar from your mouth. you can still taste the cinnamon and dough as he nibbles on your lower lip.
“Let’s take this tray to the bedroom, yeah?”
there are two towels laid out on the bed. one to keep your mess from spreading out on the bedsheets, the other to set the tray on. it’s all just one giant mess waiting to happen. even as you sit naked on the towel, reminding him not to fuck outside the lines, you can’t help the giggle that escapes from your chest as you dip your fingers back into the frosting.
“we should just fuck on the floor” is his last coherent thought before he smears white, sticky frosting across your breast.
“wait, you’re making a mess,” you giggle as you spread some sugar just below his navel. mikey’s making quick work of the frosting, glazing you much like the real cinnamon rolls from earlier. his hands are sticky where he touches you, and you kiss and lick at his shoulders, his fingers as they move across your face.
at this point you’re just groping at each other, your hips grinding into each other. you lick at the tattoo on his shoulder before mikey takes your nipple into his mouth. sucking and swirling his tongue around the peak, the pink muscle dancing across your skin and onto the other breast. “you’re so sweet, baby” he bites you roughly, and you have to remind him you’re not a real dessert.
his sticky fingers find your clit, and you know you should protest just a bit, but all sense is driven out of your mind as he rubs that soft sugar around your sensitive lips. you don’t know if anyone’s ever cum from having frosting rubbed on them before, but mikey knows how your body works, and his skillful touch applies just the right amount of pressure to hitch your breath in your throat and have your muscles clenching on empty sugar.
your juices are melting the frosting, and mikey finally dips one sweet, delicious finger into your aching core. he moans as he pumps it in and out of you. his fingers are longer, thicker than yours but it’s not enough, not even as you squeeze at his finger with a vice.
two more pumps of his finger and his lips find yours, kissing you passionately before he slips another finger in at the same time as his tongue. you moan as you let him get you off with his sticky hands, body clenching in his pleasure. your own hands grope at his shoulders, arms, his muscular body, getting tacky and stuck with each squeeze of joy. you giggle as you break the kiss for air, fumbling blindly for the tray of frosting before bringing some more to his lips. he sucks your fingers into his mouth, fucks you harder with his hands and you keel, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden intensity.
and when the pressure builds, he pulls his hand away. kissing the side of your head tenderly, one last peck to your lips to share the sweetness of his mouth, and then he’s readjusting to sit up.
you lay on your back as your sweet boyfriend kisses your tummy, sticky with sugar, and licks at your navel. he trails kisses and bites down your body until your thighs are spread around him, licking and nipping at the inside of your thigh. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are.”
it’s probably something he’s said hundreds of times, but your new added flavor has you blushing with embarrassment. “wait…” you breathe out, not sure what you’re begging for.
mikey doesn’t wait. mikey doesn’t wait for anything, not when it comes to desserts or motorcycles or fist fighting but especially not when it comes to you. he devours you every chance he gets, with an open mouth and hot tongue, pressing right up against your drooling pussy. your toes curl as he sucks at your clit, tongue darting between your folds and messily slurping at the mess of juices your body and his frosting have created.
you always get embarrassed receiving head, but your body has a mind of its own as your hips grind up against his mouth. I’ll apologize later you try to promise yourself as your hands find mikey’s dark hair, fingers lost in his tresses and you press his face deeper into your pussy.
he lets out a deep moan, getting off on your debauched pleasure, pushing his two thick fingers into your soaking cunt with a sudden force. you can’t hold back the cries as you moan into your shared apartment while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your voice filling the room as you grind and squeeze against mikey’s torment. It feels so good. It feels so good. your voice is becoming a whimper, begging, pleading with mikey to just fuck me, fuck me harder.
when he curls his fingers against your aching sweet spot you squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars. that delicious pleasure spreads across your spine, goosebumps springing to life on your skin as your orgasm spreads through you, soaking you in a shaking after bliss.
it’s a lot quieter now that you’ve stopped begging, your ragged breaths filling the space of the apartment. mikey kisses your thighs tenderly, pecking your skin with sweet kisses even as he smiles devilishly. “think I’m gonna make you squirt today.”
“no!” you shoot up, mikey meets your gaze with hazy eyes, pinning you back against the bed in a soft kiss, his hand gently around your throat. “you know—“ kiss “I don’t like—“ kiss “squirting, baby” kiss. he slips his tongue into your mouth and you taste a mix of your cum and frosting, a surprisingly delicious combination. you kiss sloppy, and feel him grinding his cock against your sensitive entrance.
“anything but that, baby, please, we’re already so messy…” your hips rock against his as you plead, the grinding building you up again. you try to angle your hips so that the tip of his cock catches at your entrance, but he teases you by letting it slip away and back up against your clit.
mikey chuckles darkly before hovering his face over you, “I want to absolutely wreck you.”
a wave of pleasure crashes up against you, it has you opening your legs wider for him, settling against the bedsheets more pliantly for him, every pore of your body is aching for him, and all you can do is stare into his dark eyes and hope he devours you whole.
mikey tenderly kisses the side of your temple. kisses your cheek. kisses the tip of your nose. he plants little, soft kisses all over your face before he leans his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut, “I love you.”
it’s a slow, languorous push of his cock into your aching heat, your mouth falling open as he finally fills you with his length. every thought you’ve ever had dissolves like sugar on his tongue as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your cunt.
he breathes heavy into your throat, sucking deep red welts onto the surface of your skin. every bite, every lick submerging you further and further into the heavy bliss of your joined bodies. you moan his name. you moan his name again, wrapping your legs around his waist, begging for the intensity to increase.
he doesn’t waste a second, picking up on the queues of your body before he thrusts back into your cunt. hard, rough, his hips begin slapping against yours hard, fucking you until the whole bed rocks and the tray of frosting clatters to the floor.
“more, harder,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck you for all he’s worth. hips slamming against your pelvis, cock head bullying your cervix over and over until you’re whimpering and squeezing him between your thighs. “mikey—“ between gasps, “mikey,” just his name over and over as he leaves love bites all over your neck.
mikey groans as he picks up his own pace, the thrill of chasing his pleasure right at his spine, “my baby,” he calls after you, grunting between thrusts, “all mine, all mine. cunt’s so sweet baby, ugh—”
“m all yours baby,” you whisper back to him, trapping his face between your hands so you can look deep into his black eyes, “love you so much,” you relax your cunt to take him deeper, let him fuck right up against your cervix, as deep as it’ll go. you bite your lip, furrow your eyebrows as you feel it push and fill you up with his length, your body suddenly shaking with the intensity of it all as your eyelashes flutter between shut and open “love you so much—“
you watch his pupils dilate as he breaks, cheeks flush from the effort of his orgasm rocking through him. his hips thrust at an erratic pace, eyebrows creasing his perfect face as he never looks away from yours. your eyes going hazy as the pleasure explodes in your bellies, the slow roll and strength of your orgasm suddenly bringing tears to your eyes. he moans into your mouth, holding your face delicately while grinding his hips flat against yours, not separating for a moment to trap your mix inside.
he brushes his nose against yours with a smile as you catch your breath.
“you’re soooo lucky I’m soooo good to you,” he jokes, and the giggle bursts free from your chest like bubbles to the surface.
“yea i really didn’t wanna squirt today, I can’t believe you would threaten me like that” you jokingly put your hand to your forehead for dramatic effect.
mikey kisses your cheek, and then kisses you again at your neck. “I really wanted to do it though.”
“yea, not with all the frosting around—! the frosting!” you try to turn your head to see where the tray landed, but mikey doesn’t let up from where he’s trapped you under him. at most, you can move your head.
mikey laughs as he gets comfy on top of you, dragging a pillow over your shoulder so he can rest his head and fully rest his body on top of yours. “we’ll probably have ants by tomorrow.”
you gasp. “Mikey! No ! Get off of me, we need to clean up!” And even as you panic and half heartedly try to push him off, you can’t help but smile and laugh, bribing him into letting you up with the promise of a shared shower and some more fun tomorrow ♡
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day four, mornings in the bedroom with mikey .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆
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lovesickchild · 7 days ago
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Oh simple thing , where have you gone ? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on .
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ota-division · 7 months ago
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Birds of Prey Drama Track 1 - The Future Is Now
Pt. 5
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— Ōta City Police Station, Kira's Office —
[Kira slowly exhaled as she rubbed her forehead while consuming her second cup of coffee. There was no beating around the bush; she was tired. No, tired was too weak a word. She was completely worn out. Fatigued, burnt, exhausted, depleted, on her last legs. Call it whatever you want. But she was all of those things and more. The last time she felt this drained was after a week long march she and her men were forced to endure back during her days serving in the JDSF.]
[Just why was the young woman so exhausted, you wonder? Was it the constant workload from both this job, and her secret one at Chuohku? Was it the consistent training sessions she and Taria had with Chinami over the Hypnosis Microphones? No, though those things did have something to do with it. No, the real reason Kira was tired... was due to the relentless attention she had received since the news broke out about her and her sisters entering the D.R.B.]
[Somehow or other, Akemi had gotten wind that the city's own Chinen Sisters were entering the Division Rap Battle. And once she had gotten wind of it, you knew that the local town gossip was going to put it in her papers. And even though, most people in town took what the infamous news reporter said with a grain of salt, the rumor, itself, was too good for anyone not to believe. And as soon people heard it, the sisters' household was filled with nearly half of the city's population, asking if the rumor was true. It took Kira the better part of hour to clear the people away from their household.]
[Unfortunately, the problem with fame is that it never goes away, especially if the news is still fresh. As a result, all three sisters had been questioned relentlessly throughout the day. Taria, a lover of fame, didn't mind the newfound attention. Chinami, having been a famous rapper in the past, was used to the attention, though that didn't mean she liked it. Kira, however, she hated the newfound fame. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, but that was too much to ask, even at her place of work.]
[That was the main reason why she was hiding out in her office right now with the door locked and the curtains drawn. It was meant to be a barrier between her and the well-meaning but overwhelming congratulations from her colleagues. The investigator sighed once more as she completely downed her cup of caffeine, hoping it would put some pep in her step. As she did, she looked as some of the liquid fell on today's issue of "The Ōta City's Early Bird", written by none other than the Iseri Akemi, herself, the woman purposely responsible for Kira's newfound fame.]
Kira: *Glares at the name on the newspaper* I swear, Kimmy, when I get my hands on you for this...
[The middle sister is knocked out of her thoughts as she hears a buzzing and a ringing coming from her coat pocket, letting her know she has a call on her cell phone. Looking at the caller ID, the investigator frowns as it reads 'The Mayor' on the screen.]
Kira: *Irritated* Not today, Sanjiro.
[Hitting the 'Ignore' button on the screen, she ends the call and shuts her phone off, not in the mood to receive any more unexpected calls. This was another reason she hated her newfound fame. Ever since it was announced she was entering the D.R.B., the mayor of Ōta, Nishikawa Sanjiro, was obviously planning to use Kira's publicity as a footnote to not only usurp control of the police, but also to help him when he decides to run for another term as mayor. The thought that she would be used for something so juvenile made Kira shake her head in disbelief.]
[Sighing, Kira leaned back in her chair. Her thoughts on the mayor soon had her shifting her thoughts toward Chuohku, and the conversation she had with the Deputy Prime Minister just a few days ago...]
A few days ago...
— Deputy Prime Minister's Office, Chuohku HQ —
[Upon arriving at Chuohku, Kira was notified that the Deputy Prime Minister, Ichijiku Kadenokoji, needed to see her immediately. The Vice Chief of the Administrative Inspection Bureau sighed as she already knew what this conversation was going to entail. Taking the elevator to the office of the "second-most powerful woman in Japan", Kira stepped through the doorway where Ichijiku was already waiting for her, one hand on her hip, while the other one was on her signature cane.]
Ichijiku: Chinen.
Kira: Kadenokoji.
Ichijiku: *Frowns* The proper term is "Deputy Prime Minister". Or did your time in the JSDF not teach you how to address your superiors?
Kira: *Frowns back with her arms crossed* It did, but I was always taught that in order to get respect, one must first show respect. If you aren't going to address me by my title, I see no reason to address you by yours.
Ichijiku: You would do well to curb your attitude, Inspector Chinen. I am already quite cross with you as it is.
Kira: *Raises eyebrows* Oh? And for what reason, Deputy Prime Minister? As far as I know, I'm not behind on any work. I've completed all of my assignments. And there have been no complaints against me. So what exactly have I done to make you so upset with me?
Ichijiku: *Coldly* Do not play coy with me, Inspector. I am referring to the matter with your elder sister, Chinami Chinen.
Kira: *Scowls* And what about my elder sister, Deputy Prime Minister?
Ichijiku: You know exactly what I refer to, Chinen. You were supposed to convince your sister to join Chuohku, not join her team when she decided to participate in the Division Rap Battle.
Kira: I don't recall you or anyone else ordering me to do any such assignment. And even if you did, I wouldn't have accepted. You've no business going after either of my sisters. I am already working for you here in Chuohku. You don't need either of them here.
Ichijiku: Otome-sama, herself, requested your sister's presence here in Chuohku! She would have been handsomely rewarded for her service. And even if she wasn't, she should have been honored that the Prime Minister asked for her specifically. Anyone else would have gladly have taken this opportunity to work for her, let alone Chuohku!
Kira: *Scoffs* That's what you think...
Ichijiku: What was that?
Kira: *Sarcastically* I said there's nothing that can be done. Chinami won't join Chuohku no matter what you or Otome-sama say or do. So my advice is to be glad that she's even participating in the D.R.B., and move on.
[At this, the two women locked eyes, disdain for one another, clearly simmering between them.]
Ichijiku: Chuohku will let you do as you please—for now. But I advise you to perform well in the tournament, Inspector. Your career—and perhaps much more—is on the line.
[Understanding exactly what the Deputy Prime Minister was saying, the woman in question was shocked to see Kira quickly close the gap between them, a dangerous glint in her eyes.]
Kira: *Glares* I take you to be a very smart woman, Kadenokoji. After all, you have to be smart to have risen as far as you are in the government. ...But even smart people can make errors every now and then. So that's how I'll interpret what you just said right now: nothing more than an error. Errors are fine to make, so long as you don't make them again. Which is why I'm telling you this for future reference...
[The Deputy Prime Minister looks in surprise as the former JSDF officer leaned in close, getting within kissing distance to her face, the dangerous glint still in her eyes.]
Kira: *Speaks low and dangerous* ...ever threaten my family again, and the Prime Minister will be searching for a new right-hand woman.
[With her statement said, the Vice Chief of Chuohku's Administrative Inspection Bureau moved out of the Deputy Prime Minister's space, with the woman in question still looking at her shocked, as if she had trouble processing what had just occurred.]
Kira: Now then, if there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave. Give the Prime Minister my regards, please.
[With nothing else, Kira turned on her heel and exited the room, leaving the second-woman in charge behind, not looking back at her.]
Current time...
[Kira sighed as memories of what had transpired played in her mind. She knew that Kadenokoji was going to do something to make her pay for her words. Truthfully, Kira was surprised at herself. She had always believed and prided herself on having very good control of her emotions. But when someone threatens or attacks someone the investigator cared for, she lost all sense of logic and reasoning.]
[She wouldn't attack the person; she wasn't a barbarian after all. But she would let them know what would occur if they continued their actions. More often than not, the individual got the hint not to push their luck, less they incur Kira's wrath. It worked for her numerous times in the past, and she wasn't disappointed to see it still proved effective.]
[The investigator sighed once more before her thoughts drifted to the final round to determine who would be the team to represent the city of Ōta. So far, she and Taria had done well to assist Chinami. But Kira knew it was only due to her elder sister that the three of them had made it this far.]
Kira: *Resolutely* I've got to pull my weight in this next match. I don't want Chinami to have to worry about me and Taria forever.
[Seeing as her work was almost over, she began to gather her things. The final round wouldn't wait, and neither would she.]
A week later...
— Senzokuike Park, Ōta City —
[In one of the largest parks in Tokyo next to a beautiful pond, a large crowd of people were gathered as the sun set in the night sky. Why? Because this was the final round to determine just which team would go on to represent Ōta in the Division Rap Battle. The stage was set under the open sky, the crowd's energy palpable as the announcer took center stage, his voice booming through the speakers.]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final showdown of Ōta Division! Tonight, we decide who will represent the city of Ōta in the Division Rap Battle! Will it be the team of...
[Pointing to his left, a group of young teenagers stood off to the side of stage, cocky looks on their faces.]
Announcer: ...the Ōta Guardians? Or will it be the team of...
[Now pointing to his right, the recognizable team of Chinami, Kira, and Taria stood off, all with various expressions on their faces.]
Announcer: ...the Birds of Prey?!
[The crowd erupted into cheers, a sea of divided colors waving banners for either the 'Ōta Guardians' or the 'Birds of Prey'. The BoP watched from the wings, the crowd's roar reaching them even where they were.]
Taria: *Scowls with her arms crossed* I hate how Chuohku's just using this to boost their popularity. It's all just a show to them.
Chinami: *Places a hand on Taria's shoulder* It's more than that for us. This is our chance to make a statement, on our own terms.
[Back on stage, a coin glinted in the spotlight as it was tossed into the air. The announcer caught it, his smile wide as he announced the result.]
Announcer: The Ōta Guardians will take the stage first!
[At his announcement, the crowd cheered as the teenagers took the stage, commanding the crowd's attention as they began their song. As they were rapping, the Chinen sisters all huddled together, listening to the distant verses of their opponents.]
Chinami: We'll perform the song we've been perfecting these past weeks. It's time to trust our practice.
Kira: *Fidgets* But we haven't finalized everything. Are we really ready?
Taria: *Grins* Ready? I was born ready! Let's show them what we've got!
[As the Ōta Guardians finished their set, the crowd's applause was thunderous. The stage was now set for the 'Birds of Prey'. The sisters stepped onto the stage, the spotlight embracing them. They each exchanged a nod, the music cueing up as they prepared to unleash their song, the culmination of weeks of hard work and passion.]
Bring the Beat!
[Chinami:]
Here comes this town's top runners
Time for Birds of Prey to take the stage
Sisters that clean out the wackos
[Birds of Prey:]
Birds! Birds!
[Chinami:]
We run this city
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[Chinami:]
Don't stop your feet, step forward
Those who strike back will go down
This is our district, Ōta City
Run through
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[Kira:]
I'm the Huntress in the night, in the truth I trust
Through the city's darkest alleys, I chase the unjust
With every case I crack, I'm protecting our nest
Against all foes, I'll put my skills to the test
In the rap battle's blaze, I stand with my kin
My resolve is iron, we're determined to win!
For justice, for honor, we'll fight till the end
With the mic in my hand, I will not bend!
[Chinami:]
Call me Oracle, with foresight I lead
Through time's tangled web, I see where paths lead
For my sisters, I stand, a shield against fate
In the rap battle's fury, I'll demonstrate our weight
The future's a riddle, wrapped in a rhyme
I'll unravel the enigma, beat by beat, line by line
With visions of victory, clear in my sight
We'll claim our triumph, in the heart of the night
[Taria:]
Oh, look at these Guardians, thinking they're so slick
But against Misfit's rhymes, their words, they just will not stick
I dance in the shadows, where the wild things play
In the rap game's jungle, I'll lead the fray
Don't underestimate the power that I wield
In the battle of verses, I'll never yield!
[Chinami:]
Here comes this town's top runners
Time for Birds of Prey to take the stage
[Taria:]
Sisters that clean out the wackos
[Birds of Prey:]
Birds! Birds!
[Kira:]
We run this city
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[Chinami:]
Don't stop your feet, step forward
Those who strike back will go down
[Taria:]
This is our district, Ōta City
[Chinami:]
Run through
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[Chinami:]
Here comes this town's top runners
Time for Birds of Prey to take the stage
[Taria:]
Sisters that clean out the wackos
[Birds of Prey:]
Birds! Birds!
[Kira:]
We run this city
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[Chinami:]
Don't stop your feet, step forward
Those who strike back will go down
[Taria:]
This is our district, Ōta City
[Chinami:]
Run through
[Birds of Prey:]
We run this city!
[The final notes of the Birds of Prey performance linger in the air as the crowd erupts into a thunderous applause. The announcer steps back onto the stage, his eyes wide with excitement.]
Announcer: What an electrifying performance! Now, it's time to decide. Who do you all want to be the ones to represent Ōta? Will it be the 'Ōta Guardians' or the 'Birds of Prey'?
[The crowd's response is immediate and overwhelming, a chorus of voices rising in unison.]
Crowd: Birds of Prey! Birds of Prey!
[The sisters exchange a look of disbelief, joy, and pride. They've done it. They've won.]
Chinami: We really did it. We're going to represent Ōta.
Kira: It's more than I could have hoped for. We stood together and we conquered.
Taria: Let's show the rest of the world what we're made of!
[As the cheers continue, a chant begins to build among the crowd, growing louder and more insistent.]
Crowd: Encore! Encore! Encore!
[The sisters smile at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. They step back up to the microphones, the crowd's anticipation palpable.]
Chinami: For our fans and for Ōta, let's give them one more.
[The beat drops, and the Birds of Prey launch into their encore, a victory lap for the new champions of Ōta.]
The End
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luvvchiitose · 2 years ago
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Harry Potter and nintama rantarou crossover i–
Do you think those students will enter which dorm?
『Hogwarts dorm headcanon !』
Summary: which one of the character will enter Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and ravenclaw! (🍡+🌻)
[Author note: i add the kunoichi too because there's a lack of content of them :(. It's hard to divide them when they all seem to fit into Gryffindor. many may feel that what I put here may not suit some of them but this is what I think is most suitable for the headcanon I wrote for them ]
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⌗ Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• rantarou
• shinbei
• kirimaru
• danzo
• torawaka
• denshichi
• tsurumachi
• heita
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• saburouji
• sakon
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• sakubei
• sannosuke
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• takiyashamaru
• ayabe
• takamaru
• mikiemon
𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• saburou
𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• kema
𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
• yuki
• ukko
• mika
• oshige
⌗ Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• heidayuu
• sakichi
• hatsushima
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• magohei
𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• heisuke
𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
• ayaka
• naomi
• iiko/inoko
⌗ Hᴜғғʟᴇᴘᴜғғ
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• isuke
• kisanta
• kingo
• sanjiro
• ippei
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• shirobei
• haniwa
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• kazuma
• samon
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• hama
𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• takeya
• raizou
𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• isaku
• koheita
𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
• souko
• akko
• eeko
⌗ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• shouzaemon
• hikoshirou
• ayakashimaru
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• kyuusaku
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• tounai
𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• ohama
𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
• monjirou
• senzou
• chouji
𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
• tomomi
• shiori
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rakeisu · 8 months ago
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ᵕ̈♡︎Song Recs For (Anime) Simps ᵕ̈♡︎
*Credit to the artists for the art used. I'm only responsible for the edit.
3-Way w/: Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, and Sukuna Ryomen
Genre: R&B, Sensual
Honorable Mentions: Mano Sanjiro (Mikey), Izana Kurokawa, Baji Keisuke, Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Geto Suguru, Toya Todoroki (Dabi), Tenko Shimura (Shigaraki), Uzui Tengen...
But there's a downfall... (Fuck...) That boy like me, but he don't like my friends... And he can't see me with nobody better than he... Got a problem with me taking authority... He like control... (He like control...~) That's my control freak...~ (That's my control freak...~)
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ask-thsc-blog · 7 months ago
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?: o-okay
???: Sanjiro has been stabbed right there
There was a stab wound on his stomach
??: I thought you were on vacation!
Alex: It was cut short Rengoku!
BURT: "hm...hold on-"
He bandaged him up
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caotixxs · 1 year ago
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✎ Meet our extravagant characters!!
Class of 76:
Orochi Kazuchiyo
Kohana Yua
Youta Hasahito
Mori Haruka
Atsuko Ren
Mime
Daiki Shin
Taishi Taro
Noboyuki Taro
Honoka Tomichi
Yoko Jin
Etsu Akari
Hikaru Toshiro
Ruri Misako
Atsushi Sanjiro
Enmei Tadashii
Hizashi Hiro
Saeko Asumi
Tomiko Sadashi
Yumi Kiaria
Ichika Ume
Leiko
Tora
Others:
Zuri
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