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agustdiv1ne · 1 year ago

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congratulations on 3k!!! can i request beomgyu + the devil wears prada + smut please

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pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: smսt

wc: 2.2k

details + warnings: mdni!!!, assistant!beomgyu, boss!mc (girlboss moment), mc is Mean, power imbalance, dom!mc, sub!gyu, oral (f receiving), hair pulling (m receiving), mc calls gyu: good boy, baby (once), gyu experiences slight subdrop but it's ok in the end !

note: thank uuuu ^^ enjoy!!

beomgyu knows next to nothing about fashion. in fact, he has no interest in the subject — that’s more his friend, yeonjun’s, speed — and he’s quite critical of the industry itself, so he’s genuinely unsure why he decided to accept the position of junior assistant to you, the devil herself.

he initially found it hard to believe that you, someone a mere few years older than him, had climbed all the way up to the top of the corporate ladder to become the editor-in-chief of a major fashion magazine. nepotism was his working suspicion, but he quickly realized that you were just that good at your job. fashion is what you live and breathe, it’s what runs through your veins, and while he doesn’t have a particularly keen eye for cohesive style, he can tell that your outfits are intentionally put together. he gets an eyeful of your wardrobe (and, if he’s being truthful, your ass) each day when you come into the office, throwing your designer coat and bag onto his desk without a single glance in his direction. recently, he’s found himself trying harder to curate his own sense of style, though he is not entirely sure why — perhaps he’s seeking approval from you, even if the words you direct towards him are consistently scathing in nature. he kind of likes it, though.

(what can he say, he’s a bit of a masochist.)

he’s well aware that your chronically stoic, unimpressed expression and sharp tongue help you keep everyone pinned under your perfectly manicured thumb. you may not have authority in age, but you sure as hell do in attitude. the whirlwind that the office becomes right before you enter is enough to indicate the sheer amount of influence you hold over his fellow coworkers — and evidently, him as well. it’s fear-based admiration, he thinks. fear, yes, but there is that tiny little part of him that experiences this overwhelming attraction to you as well.

on the bright side, even though his lack of fashion knowledge has gotten him in trouble more often than he’d like to admit, he’s eventually gotten in your good graces, albeit with quite an unorthodox method — one which also satisfies his odd fascination with you.

“tell him that i will not be accepting the girl he sent for that layout. i asked for clean, athletic, and smiley. i received dirty, tired, and drabby— no, i will not be changing my mind. if he does not fix his mistake by tomorrow morning, i will not be working with him in the future,” you sigh on the phone, voice monotone and unaffected despite him kneeling beneath your desk between your legs. this is his master plan: if beomgyu can’t get you to approve of him through his (to be fair, subpar) work as your junior assistant, he’ll just have to prove himself worthy in other ways. please you in other ways.

“so, what i’m hearing is that you want to whore yourself out to me in order to keep your job. what an…interesting proposition,” you had said to him when he’d first come to you with the idea, while he quaked like a leaf in the wind as he sat across from you. your stone-cold face allowed little of your internal state to slip, your eyes scanning over his pressed suit jacket and fashion-forward button up shirt (that he had, admittedly, stolen from yeonjun’s closet that morning). he didn’t expect you to savagely twist his words and throw them back in his face. though once you put it that way, he realized how naïve, how utterly idiotic, it all sounded. his ass was going to be fired and out your office door in t-minus three, two, one—

but then you beckoned him around the desk with a stiletto-shaped, red-painted fingernail, urged him down onto his knees, and spread your legs to reveal thin, lacy black panties beneath your tight, mouth-watering skirt. your expression still hadn’t changed, though your words caused his mouth to water.

“you have five minutes to prove your worth.”

several months have passed since then, and he’s officially demonstrated himself useful to you in ways other than what he was originally hired for. beomgyu finds this type of work far more gratifying than taking calls, cleaning out files, and organizing potential magazine spreads for you to review. he’s sure the his co-workers wonder why someone in such a lowly position spends a significant amount of time in your office with the door shut — but he couldn’t care less about their stares. maybe it’s the sick, perverted crush he’s formed on you that’s talking, but the thought of being used for his body isn’t appalling. rather, it actually really, really turns him on. whenever you call him into his office, he has to suppress a pathetic hard-on and ignore the twitching of his cock while he wonders if you need him for something practical or for…relief.

relief is what you require today, it seems. the slight furrow of your brow is enough to indicate that you’re stressed. being an editor-in-chief at your age is no joke. the job demands all of your time and energy, every waking hour of your day — and he’s grateful that you’ve given him the chance to be your reprieve from the pressure, even if it’s only for a small percentage of your time. sometimes, he wishes he could take up more of your day, bask in your attention for longer, sit beneath your desk for hours and allow you to use him like a stupid sex toy — but at the same time, he thinks this is enough for now.

his teeth dig into his bottom lip as your hands curl into the locks of hair at the crown of his head, pointed nails pressing into his scalp, nipping at the sensitive skin. the gel that slicks back his hair crunches beneath your unrelenting grip, his head stinging as you jerk it back. his eyes nearly roll back into his head at the sensation, a pitiful whine falling from his lips as he feels his trousers grow the slightest bit tighter. narrowed eyes meeting his, you press your mouth into a thin, straight line. the phone is no longer curled between your fingers, attention now fully on him. scrutinizing.

“twenty minutes,” is all you say, and he takes that as his cue to get to work. gently, he slips your skirt off of your legs and lays it out next to him, knowing how much you’d hate for it to wrinkle — it’s unfashionable, trashy. you scolded him the first time he attempted to bunch it up at your hips in haste. now, he knows better, has learned the vast majority of your quirks and preferences, as strict as they can be — he’s your good boy, even if you don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing it that often. he’ll do anything to hear that come from your painted lips.

thumbing your panties to the side reveals your glistening folds to his hungry eyes. he swipes his tongue over the seam of his lips before kissing up your right thigh, avoiding using his teeth because you don’t like marks. he hums as he tongues your folds, the muscle dipping down to your entrance and he nearly moans at the taste that hits his tongue. fuck, why do you always taste so good? it’s like an addiction at this point, the way he needs his tongue buried beneath your thighs every day to feel sated.

above him, you sigh out, stiff shoulders relaxing into your chair. he takes this as a positive sign. fingers curl into his hair as soon as his lips find your clit, enclosing around the tiny pearl, tongue laving across it with practiced motions. typically, you don’t moan, but today, you allow a soft, breathy curse to slip — oh, fuck, he’s done for. he’s on the verge of losing it and cumming in his pants right now. whining against your folds, his incoherent words vibrate against your clit. fingers curl into his hair and tug just hard enough to sting, but he doesn’t stop, insatiable as he drags his tongue from your clit back down to your entrance. his nose bumps against your clit now as he takes laps up the juices flowing from your hole, feeling your walls clench when he dares to dip the muscle into you. dizzy, dizzy is how he feels. dizzy with the warmth of your thighs muffling his ears, with the scent of your musky perfume that you seem to dab on your inner thighs, on your taste, on everything about you. you’re more reactive today, less mean, and he has a half a mind to wonder why.

“fuck, good boy,” you sigh, nails scratching at his sensitive scalp, making him moan. his trousers feel painfully tight, and he can’t help the hand that comes down to stroke over the hardness straining against the fabric. his eyes roll back into his head, eyelids fluttering shut as he switches his attention back to your clit, basking in the sensation of your legs tightening around his head, your hips grinding up into his lips. your breathy pants spur him on further, and when he finally looks back up at your face, he finds your lips bitten to hell, your eyes dark and hooded as you stare right back at him. the eye contact is enough for you to warn him of your impending high, your squirming growing worse until you freeze, legs quaking and hips jumping as he continues to ravage your folds, his hand squeezing himself harder. he could burst at any moment now, but he can’t do that. he has to hold it in, he has to prove that he can listen.

“get up, go handle your problem,” you’d usually say afterwards, leaving him to fend for himself in a bathroom stall, fist pumping his red, aching cock until he spills all over his fingers. today, however, it’s different. instead, he watches as you pick up your phone, dial some number, and say, “yes, tell everyone not to disturb me for another hour. if anyone does, they’ll be fired.”

oh. you’re not…making him leave. what’s going on? is this some sort of cruel way to fire him? he just did so well for you though, you can’t. no, no, no — you can’t get rid of him. he needs you. you need him. dewy tears line his eyes, the amber hue of his pupils shining beneath your warm office lights. as you set the phone back down and look back down at him, your brows pull down into a frown, though there’s little concern and more confusion.

“up,” you urge with another tug to his hair, and he swallows down the squeak that hitches in his throat, blinking back the tears. as he stands, head tucked into his chest, you question, “what is wrong with you?”

“i–i just,” he whimpers. “i—”

your eyes trail down to the tent in his pants, a nail coming up to trace along his covered erection. he visibly shivers. humming, you grope it softly, and he emits a tearful whine. “look at me.”

one, two seconds pass before he follows your command, red-rimmed eyes somehow making him prettier. while he’s a tall man, he’s shrunken into himself, hair mussed, lips still slick with your arousal — you think that he must be deep in some vulnerable headspace, so you decide to say, “you’re not in trouble. you did well.”

the words come out flat, monotone, but it’s enough to cause the panic swelling within his chest to recede. he nods, still unable to look you in the eye. he feels you stand in front of him, reaching for his chin so he has no choice but to face you. your expression remains neutral while you slide a finger back and forth against his jaw. soothing, in a way, lacking the typical sharp edge that your actions have. gently, you push him to the side, and he watches with bated breath as you sit atop your desk, legs dangling off the dark wood. with a single wave of your finger, you guide him between your legs, hands on his hips as you start to help him grind against your panty-covered core.

“do you want to be even better for me?” you ask, and he nods silently. “words, beomgyu.”

“y-yes, i do,” he whispers, watching as your tongue swipes over your lips. a ghost of a smile plays on your lips, barely there — but he notices. he notices everything about you, really, even in this hazy state of his.

“good,” you sigh, reaching down to stroke him once more. he sighs, eyes squeezing shut and vision blurring as they open again. he mouth falls open before he can stop it, a shuddering moan falling from his lips. tilting your head, a single quirk of your brow has his heart pounding harder.

“then go ahead and fuck me, baby.”

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kinardsevan · 1 month ago

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this was actually a Send Me Asks list I posted back in June, but I'm bored and want to answer these anyway sooooo. enjoy.

🫓 What is your most popular fic? -this really depends on which metric we base it on. hits: empty bones. comments: empty bones. kudos: the saboteur (in terms of WIPs and not one shots, aneurysm fic is first) bookmarks: it's gonna be alright (piece by piece) [aka aneurysm fic] that all said, these two get just about equal attention (which is why I love them both equally)

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under? 😂😂😂😂😂 emotional angst, hurt/comfort. my friends have a lot to say about it too 😂😂😂😂

🍲 When did you start writing and why? literally as a little kid, because my mom told me about her writing poetry as a little kid and gaining recognition for it. i thought that was cool. given the fact that I'm now a published poet and have had a group exhibition, I'd say my artistry is paying off.

🍱 Do you read your own fics? yes and no? I don't read all of them, but with stories like aneurysm fic and empty bones (and a little bit the devil doesn't bargain), I need to refer back to them for information. Plus, I tend to write shit I end up being really proud of, and I like to read those scenes back to myself.

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both? make me laugh? all the time. @im-turnip and @girlwonder-writes always entertain me with their responses. I haven't really ever had one that's made me cry, but every time I've gotten a review on Empty Bones (or Lost That War in the PLL fandom) about the way people could relate... I screenshot and save those babies as memories that someone else understands it too. Makes me feel less alone and more understood.

🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write? fuck yes. I thrive off of positive reinforcement, and at one point last summer I was posting EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. Waking up to those reviews drove me to write even more. Now that I'm back in school and have less time to write, it's harder to generate content, but I still crave that attention. But even beyond that, I know there are people waiting to see what's going to happen (fun fact: you and I are going to find out together 😂), and I don't like the idea of letting them down.

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part? ....depends. if I have the time, an 8-10k chapter can be cranked out in about 3 days, sometimes less. For something with chapters the length of aneurysm fic (which started at 10k and now have some as long as 20k)....weeks? chapter 6 probably won't be done before November. Honestly it just depends on how much detail goes into one scene and how much I've mapped that dialogue out in my head.

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic? yes. not in the 911 fandom (yet...that i can remember lmao), but way back when I was a teenager writing in the tslotat fandom, I got it more than once.

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write? music. youtube videos. little 'what-if' scenarios.

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

DON'T ME PICK BETWEEN THE TWINS, OK?

Ok ok, though... it's empty bones. BUT. It's my heart and soul and I just... you know?

But also, it's aneurysm fic, because of the level of work and research and it's my little baby and and and. So.... you know?

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward? I know at the end of the summer I was closing in on like 400k on the year. I'd like to hit 5 and maybe even further. in the depths of my depression in 2013, when I quit writing, I'd done roughly 750k that year (for a fully calendar year), and there's something enticing about breaking that record, especially knowing my mind is in a completely different place these days.

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write? One Tear At A Time. I wrote that entire series off the heels of my friend dying when we were 21. I had a really hard time dealing with it, especially because I was living at home with unmedicated, severe depression and no prospects for my future. He was married, in the army, with a baby on the way. I used that story as a vehicle to really face my issues with the fact that I was angry about my own situation and also talk about what it's like to lose someone you were once in love with at such a young age, but I still cried while working on it.

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned? oh absolutely. 40 Days was supposed to be a 4 story arc. I wrote two of them and started the third....and then fell off hard.

in terms of what I'm working on now.... I mean I still have my list of ideas. I wouldn't say I've abandoned anything newer, mostly that I'm just super busy and haven't found time to get back to them. even with Your Arson's Match, I know what happens next. I just have to get around to it 😂😂😂😂

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention? I mean selfishly I want them all to 😂😂😂 However, I realize that I write a particular brand of fic (angst) for a ship that, while it's doing well, isn't the #1 ship for its show. That all said... empty bones and aneurysm fic 😂😂😂😂😂😂

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing? .... .... .... ( @girlwonder-writes no one asked you 😂😂😂) ...fluff.... LIFE IS PAINFUL OK. I NEED TO PROCESS THE ICK. 😂

#mel's musings #writer questions #writer asks #about my fics #about my writing

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saras-devotionals · 8 months ago

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Quiet Time 3/23

What am I feeling today?

I wish I had woken up earlier. I feel like I had been asleep forever and wasted the majority of my day so I’m kinda beating myself up about it. Also, I dreamt about my ex last night and it brought back all those emotions but I think it brought some closure too. Also dreamt about the guy I like, it’s not fair, every single time I think ‘I’m over him! I’m totally over him! It’s never gonna happen!’ then I see him again (I saw him last night) and my heart goes wild all over again and I’m so tired of it. I want to be able to move on from him bc that’s the advice I’ve received, that it’s probably never going to happen and sure it stings and hurts every time I’m told that and I wish it didn’t and the only way it wouldn’t is if I could move on!! sometimes I kinda just wanna scream or cry in frustration bc I’m just so sick of it! Anyways, I’m sorry about that rant, I guess I just needed to get that off my chest.

Bible Plan: Spiritual Wilderness

The Spiritual wilderness is a place of wandering. It’s a time when our feelings can fade, our finances might get dry, our relationships get sour, our experiences with God seem to be shallow, and our doubts get amplified.

Spiritual wilderness is spiritual warfare. There is one key that can help us win this spiritual warfare and move us from a spiritual wilderness to victory. That key is worship!

In the wilderness, we will either whine or worship. Chronic complaining may seem natural and come easy, but it has dangerous consequences. Complaining is to the devil what worship is to God.

Wilderness is a dry place; worship is the water! Naturally, we get water from a lake, river, or well. The children of Israel got their water from the Rock. The Rock symbolizes Jesus Christ. That speaks to us today that our worship must flow from who God is especially in our difficult days. Even if our life is currently not doing well, God is good. Worship is essential to surviving wilderness. It will keep us spiritually hydrated.

Not only does worship help us get through hard times without becoming whiners, it is also our spiritual weapon. We are created to worship but called to warfare. One of our weapons is worship. God wants us to have praises in our mouths and His sword in our hands. Spiritual warfare doesn’t work if our mouth is full of complaining and admitting defeat.

Complaining is to the devil what worship is to God. <- this line stood out to me! I kept in mind what the Bible says about grumbling and I caught myself a couple days ago and it really hit me! And with this line!! It hurts even harder!! My goal is to not complain for the rest of the day, whatever I have to get done, whatever I have to do, I’ll do so with worship on my tongue, not complaining because the Lord desires and deserves worship!!

‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43‬:‭5‬-‭7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west. I will say to the north, ‘Give them up!’ and to the south, ‘Do not hold them back.’ Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth— everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.””

I think this is really sweet🥹 talking about how He’s with us and will gather us from the end of the earth🥹 also keep in mind that God formed and made you, I know some people can get on about how they look and even I can get like that too but remember your creator, remember that He made you and He loves you and creature you for His glory!

‭‭Acts‬ ‭16‬:‭25‬-‭26‬ ‭NIV‬‬

“About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose.”

Tbh this just further shows you the power of praise! Even though they were in prison, they never stopped praying and giving glory to God!

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mammonistheman · 7 months ago

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Hellloooo! This is my first time requesting, and I hope I write this request okay for you to understand because English isn't my first language.

Could I, by any chance, request Casino Cups Mugman dating headcannons? Perhaps fem! reader who's a bartender at the casino? (a cat maybe as well of your comfortable with that? if not it's okay!)

Hope you have a great day/night!🫶🏻

Guys.. I'm back 😈😈 also thank u for requesting!! I literally love Mugman with all my heart oml and thank you luv, I hope you have a great day/night too!! And that you enjoy my headcanons :3

Head cannons for dating Casino Cups! Mugman, with fem! Bartender! Cat! reader !!

First of all, we all have seen how he reacts and stuff with the thought of Cala Maria—it's absolutely adorable how he swoons and stuff just like that over you, before you two get together.

Before dating, he'll probably be a rambler and it would be a lot harder then his crush on Cala—seeing that you work in the same establishment, and with communication a lot for ur job requirements

I'd say you'd somewhat have the same vibe as Cala, like a mature, godly beautiful kind of thing? Does that make sense? Do ppl know what i'm talking abt 😭😭

But BOOM!! that was before you two were dating, and now that you are I wouldn't say a lot is different.

He'll definitely be a lot easier to talk to as time goes on, usually whenever he can— sitting at the bar and ranting about whatever is on his mind. Cuphead? The card tricks from King Dice? Some customers that were there not so long ago, that Mugman could barely bite his tongue at? At some point the conversation moves along or in a full circle, but trust there will be conversation about a new magic book he got his hands on or something at some point.

You're probably more of a listener and him being the yapper, in a situation where he can spurge all his thoughts out for you to here as your serving drunken customers or cleaning up the cups for the night.

And if it's in my more secluded area for the both of you, he may even get more personal like the details of his life with Elder Kettle—and how it was before the whole 'gamble and contact' situation, leading him to work for the Devil himself.

And everytime he gets reminded, he thinks of how your past must be like—especially with the chip in your upstanding ear and the little scar on your jaw. You basically cover your body from top to bottom otherwise, and he doesn't try to think too much about if you have any other scars underneath your clothes for obvious reasons.

There had been times where Mugman notices your feline tail, a part of him wanting to reach out and feeling the distressed fur but refuses to ever actually do it. He finds your cat features interesting, often when it's your turn to speak he'll take mental notes of the ways your ears twitch if Cuphead is talking in the background—arguing with another employee, or something along those lines.

But when you let him feel the fur of your tail, the first time he goes really silent and just seems to be analysising it, but only a moment before he perks up and begins speaking again—his touch still lingering on your tail.

Cuphead is forever teasing him of the both of you, but overall finds you alright to be around. You don't snitch on his harmless pranks, sometimes you even do pranks with him, and he appreciates the loyalty of keeping your word. You sometimes end up playing pool or a card game with Cuphead from time to time, which is alright if he wasn't so competitive, but funny to see him lose all his attempts against you. The difference between you two is that he's impulsive, while you're controlled on your gambling addiction.

Mugman always appreciates your words of comfort or reassurance, especially during a hard or overwhelming day. With your relationship with Cuphead, whenever he rants about him you drop little hints on both sides that's speeds up the process of whatever petty argument they're in currently.

But sometimes you are mysterious and sometimes unreadable to him, like when you two are alone you can be heartfelt and reassuring—but with those of your colleagues, like King Dice or the Devil, you can almost become withdrawn and only speak when you're spoken to.

It's difficult seeing the change, especially when you're so hard to read but when he brings it up—you don't have an explanation—but it gives him more insight on how to read you well, since he seems to be the only one that can really understand the small signals and ect.

Its a really sweet dynamic, I wouldn't say black cat x golden retriever, but I can say it's something along those lines.

And it's very different when the two of you are drunk, you both become lovedrunk and giddy fools—clinging onto eachother and following alone with Cupheads wild activities, that everyone eventually gets involved in willingly or not.

Overall, I say it would be a more talker x listener kind of thing, but the relationship would be based around pure communication—comfort used of both sides, and the two of you having an incredible understanding of eachother. Outside the Devils deals and Cupheads antics, there's a calm and true connection between you two that would be hard to be similar to anyone else's. There's a deep understanding for eachother, and a connection that makes you two seem almost made for eachother :3

I'm sorry it was short but I'm still trying to get back into writing 😭😭

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years ago

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This samstevebucky concept just popped into my head:

A college!AU where the three of them are all dorm-mates. Maybe Steve and Bucky were friends all their lives or maybe they met at college, same with Sam.

Anyway, Steve and Sam notice Bucky put on that ‘freshman fifteen’ pretty quickly into fall semester. Maybe more than fifteen. Individually and without communicating about it, Steve and Sam both encourage Bucky’s eating habits with trips to the dining hall and using Sam’s truck to drive out to get fast food. And, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker

Eventually, this all comes to a head in some messy, wonderful way 🤤

Yes.

I love this idea. This is fucking great.

I specifically love the “and, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker” because YES!

Warning for unbeta'd sambuckysteve belly kink nonsense. Lots of stuffing, weight gain, teasing and encouragement, mentioned of immobility, EXPLICIT descriptions of fucking, etc.

Modern Bucky, to me, feels like he would be the closest to pre-war Bucky in the MCU. Like, completely charming. Well-kept hair. Pretty eyes with lashes like a girl. A smile with dimples. Knowingly dressing well. He can charm anyone do to anything; he could tilt his head and smile and sweet talk an angel into falling from Heaven for him at the same time he might turn around and fix a devil with a heavily-lidded gaze, smirk, and get them to rise from the ashes of Hell. It just depends on what he wants.

With Steve, Bucky doesn’t even have to try - he can just put on his puppy-dog eyes and pout the tiniest amount and Steve is automatically like, yes, yes, whatever you want. Whatever you need. Of course, I’ll walk with you to the dining hall to get more food. And while we’re out, why don’t we go to the dining hall in the dorms all the way across campus, they have the good food there. C’mon, I don’t mind the walk! I needed a break from studying anyway.

Eventually, when they get there, Steve helps Bucky by carrying an extra plate or two for him. He also helps Bucky by pointing out all the dishes that he knows are Bucky’s favorites. They’ve been friends since they were little kids after all, Steve should know what gets Bucky’s mouth watering. While they eat (or, usually, while Bucky eats because Steve has a reasonably sized-meal that he polishes off pretty quickly) Steve lets Bucky off the hook of talking. Steve either talks about his most recent art project, bouncing ideas off of Bucky or verbally painting him an image of what he finished or whatever. Steve is a spitfire, he can go on and on and on without Bucky’s help. Once Bucky is finally done, he’ll sometimes look longing at the food, as if he wants more. Steve always tells him he deserves more and if he’s still hungry, he should eat. He’s gotta feed his brain after all! Learning his hard work!

Bucky is feeding more than his brain… he’s feeding his slowly softening belly and his widening hips and thighs and his rounding butt.

With Sam, Bucky has to try a little harder. He has to work for it more. Partly because they’ve just met - Sam is the wild card in their dorm arrangement, not having known Steve or Bucky before freshman week when they all moved in. Partly though, Sam likes to play hard to get. He likes to tease. He’s not as easy to wear down as Steve (which is fair, Steve is exceptionally soft for Bucky, so soft it’s laughable). Sam likes to play hard to get as if he doesn’t enjoy all the late-night drives he and Bucky go on even though once they’re out of the dorm - in his truck together - Sam is all for it.

It’s just in the beginning that Bucky has to work for it because Sam does get a thrill out of going through Drive-Thrus and ordering for Bucky. Sam orders for Bucky because Bucky smirks at him and says that because he put in all the effort to drive him here, he can have the pleasure of ordering anything for Bucky he wants. Like doing more work for Bucky, thinking about what he should shovel down next, is a pleasure. An honor. And it is.

Sam, almost without realizing it, begins ordering more and more for Bucky. It’s not just a late-night milkshake or two McDonald’s apple pies. It’s sandwiches. It’s burgers and fries. It’s a drink to wash down the real, actual food he’s getting only hours after going to the dining hall with Steve which… a burger, fries, and a drink?

That’s an entire meal.

A whole extra meal that… when Sam looks over from the driver’s seat, his eyes looking Bucky over from head to toe, catching the way his stomach is becoming a thing under his clothes… he can’t totally justify. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be making Bucky’s gain worse. He should be a good, new friend, and he should tell him to take it easy before his health is sacrificed.

(Sam would love to say that he’s concerned for Bucky’s ability to use his charms to get whatever he wants, whoever he wants, but embarrassingly, he’s not. Sam doesn’t think the puffy little double chin that’s starting to show hurts Bucky’s prettiness any. He also doesn’t think, in the semi-privacy of the shared showers that more puffiness would hurt Bucky’s prettiness. It might make it better.)

It’s not just Bucky that becomes friends with Sam though. Sam and Steve become tight too. They go off and do their own adventures together. Now that Steve has finally grown out of his health problems in his youth (thanks to some very helpful drugs and an odd surgery or two), he’s able to play sports. Sam, with the help of the people in the college’s clubs, teaches him football and baseball and laughs his ass off at Steve when he does something spectacularly wrong or clumsy but also whoops and hollers and hypes him up when he gets something right or makes a good play. They have some deep conversations… they both apparently share the trait of having their soul set on fire by injustices.

Yeah, they get along just fine.

They just don’t really realize how much they’re both feeding Bucky.

Until…

Steve meets Natasha, Steve and Natasha run into Sam, they get introduced, and then Bucky bumps into them as well.

Steve and Natasha meet because they share a painting class and Steve could not help but let his mouth drop open and his eyes widen as he saw what painting Natasha was working on. A beautiful, snowy landscape that was both cold and threatening but also so stunning he couldn’t help but want to walk right into it. She also paints on a large scale with these little, tiny brushes. Steve doesn’t know how she gets anything done so quickly with those detail brushes. It’s magical. Natasha laughs at him, saying he’s going to catch flies or some accidentally flicked paint in his mouth if he isn’t careful. They go out to lunch as friends eventually.

Sam sees them but doesn’t interrupt. Not the first time.

The second or third time he introduces himself obnoxiously, barging in, because why wouldn’t he be annoying to his friend when the opportunity presents itself?

Sam and Natasha get along well. And all their schedules this term line up on Mondays well enough that they can get lunch together. So, they do.

Once, while at the food court, chatting and eating, Bucky wanders in. One of his classes was let out early, so he came for food early. He spots Sam and Steve and comes over. Thus he meets Natasha too.

Later, Natasha asks Steve, “so, your friends Sam and…”

Steve is distracted so he doesn’t answer right away, giving her Bucky’s name.

She continues, snapping her fingers, “B-b…” she gives up on the name, “the one who’s your other roommate. He’s white, brown hair, kinda chunky?”

Chunky?

Steve’s heart skips a beat. Bucky? Chunky? The Bucky that comes to his mind is the Bucky from the summer after high school graduation. Soaking in the sun. Slim but a little soft. The way he’s always been since Steve can remember. Broad shoulders and fit but never with abs. Always a little softness around his waist. Comfortable.

“Bucky?” He answers finally.

“Yeah, Bucky,” she rolls her eyes though, “took you long enough. Did you forget his name? Jeez, I thought you two had been friends since you were kids.”

Steve scoffs. “No, no, I’m just,” he waves his hand toward his drawing, “in the zone.”

“Sure,” she says then carries on…

Steve can’t stop thinking about Bucky being chunky. So much so that he blurts out to Sam, “do you think Bucky is getting chubby?”

Sam gives him a weird look, “I don’t fucking know, man, you tell me. You’ve known him your whole life.”

Steve sighs, “yeah, but…”

After a moment of silence, Sam answers, “now that you mention it… probably. Freshy fifteen?”

“More than fifteen,” Steve replies before he can think anything of it.

That’s the end of the first conversation they have about it. But. More conversations happen. All the while, Steve keeps accompanying Bucky to his dining hall binges. He keeps telling him he deserves whatever he craves. He even transitions into getting more plates for Bucky when Bucky says his first few plates aren’t gonna be enough to fill him up. Steve doesn’t want him to run out of food. Steve… Steve is starting to want Bucky to stay put, so he can always bring him his food. So he can see his belly come closer and closer to kissing the edge of the table they’re sitting at.

Also, Sam keeps driving Bucky to Drive-Thurs, sometimes even to grocery stores or real restaurants. He stops having the same ability to deny Bucky whatever he wants. He can still pretend to deny Bucky what he wants though - bantering. It’s like Steve’s weakness is rubbing off on him that the same time that Bucky wears him down. Every night, Sam gives Bucky a look, up and down, and tries to decide if he looks bigger than yesterday. The answer is yes every night.

Sam and Steve talk about it. Steve sounds worshipful when he talks about having watched Bucky take his shirt off to change in their dorm room. He’s got stretch marks apparently. He looks soft all over. Sam imagines it. He also imagines squishing Bucky into the tiny middle seat of his truck with Steve sitting in the passenger seat while he drives and shivers.

Sam starts bringing little treats to Bucky throughout the day. It’s finals season again. He needed them to keep his spirits up.

Steve follows his lead.

They fall into a routine.

Natasha can’t take their stupidity eventually. She bluntly prints out an article on feedism, perfectly titled Feedism for Dummies, and hands one copy to both Sam and Steve. Somehow she knows they’ve talked about it, but haven’t talked to Bucky. She tells them they have to talk to him about it. It’s spooky, embarrassing, and very helpful.

They talk.

Steve and Sam.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Bucky doesn’t want it to stop. He… he likes it as much as they do.

This makes for such wonderful occurrences as:

Bucky waking up in his bottom bunk

(he seems like a bottom bunk kinda guy, Steve is on the top of their bunk, and Sam is in his own bunk bed on the top bed. Steve and Bucky volunteered to share at the beginning of the year because Sam was new)

and being told to just sit up slightly. Looking so soft and so fat. Sam and Steve then take turns feeding Bucky breakfast in bed. They got way too much from the dining hall as soon as it opened. All of it is going to go into Bucky. Their growing little pet.

Bucky is too big for one of the other fully grown men to climb into his twin bunk bed with him, so it’s one at a time. Sam will feed him and rub his tummy, teasing him. Then, Steve will feed him and rub his tummy, cooing at him. By the time they’re done, Bucky is groaning and holding his belly together himself, moaning about how he’s never going to make it to his afternoon classes today. They’re going to have to roll him out of his bunk.

The bed creaks so much that Sam says they had better take him up on the offer now before he breaks his little bed. Not designed with all of him in mind.

Later, Sam does get Bucky in the center seat of his truck. It’s a sandwich with Bucky as the filling and the filling is getting filled. They go through one Drive-Thru after another. It’s their entire Saturday. Sam driving. Steve riding passenger. Bucky in the middle.

By the time evening falls and Bucky is whimpering his way through dinner, stuffed before they already began, they’re all so horny they feel a little crazy with it. They are alone - parked in the city park with the sun setting and no one around them - but they’re also not really alone. They’re in a public place still. Sitting in Sam’s truck.

So… they can’t do anything about their too close, too much horny. Even though Bucky’s fat is rubbing against Steve and Sam and it’s making them all insane. Bucky’s wedged in. Sam is whispering to him, low and dirty, how by the time summer rolls around, they’re gonna have to toss him in the bed of the truck to get him anywhere. He won’t fit in the truck cab. He’ll be too big. Steve playfully argues that instead, they’ll have to buy a bigger truck. A whole new one. One that Bucky can fit in. Sam shoots back that there’s no point in that because they’re gonna work together to make Bucky outgrow any truck anyway. Might as well start putting him in the bed anyway, so he can get used to it.

Extra kinky, but… they would all fucking love double penetration. I’m not talking spit-roasting with Bucky taking one of their cocks in his ass and the other’s cock in his mouth at the same time. No, I’m talking true DP.

Both of their cocks in Bucky’s ass at once.

It would have to wait until they have their own space - their own shared apartment off campus with a bed big enough for all three of them.

(Throughout the time they’re in the dorms, they often end up fucking on the floor, even when it’s just two of them, not all three, because Bucky’s ass (and everything) is too big for a twin mattress.)

Bucky is on his hands and knees, shoving handfuls of cake into his mouth, while Sam and Steve take him from behind. Splitting his fat ass open wide with both of their cocks. He’s moaning like crazy. Loving every fucking second of this. It’s so good. Everything his gluttonous heart wants. And...

Steve can’t stop panting and moaning and gasping, telling Bucky he’s being so good, taking so much. Sam is keeping a running commentary over Steve’s sounds and nearly incoherent words, he’s swearing up a storm and telling Bucky how spoiled he is - taking both their cocks and eating an entire fucking cake after a huge dinner. He’s getting so fat. He’s so good for them. So big and greedy. So sweet, so hot and tight.

I hope you enjoyed that ❤️

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambuckysteve #chubby bucky #fat bucky #stuffing #weight gain #writerkenna

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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Are you still answering those author asks thing? If so I'd like to ask for number 4 and 5 for fftd 💫

I absolutely still am, friend!! And I'm happy to answer these, but wow number four (my favorite line of dialogue) is going to make me think because there's a lot of lines that come to mind! So I'll start with number five (what part was hardest to write) because that's an easy one for me.

Spoilers ahead for anyone who has not read up to part 52 which occurs during Big Angst.

The hardest part of FFTD for me to write was the entire installment "The Breaking Point." That installment was meant to be rough in more ways than one. I've said I like to explore all the sides of Matt in FFTD and I feel like in that installment, with what happened right before and with his fear of almost losing Reader, the man lost his shit and got stuck in his Devil mindset. Especially after how many times he warned her to stay away from that story and how many times he told her he was worried about her getting hurt. He did not react well in the end. And that was the point.

It was also difficult to write because of the delicate handling of the emotional and mental states of both parties while still trying to convey that the whole situation was ill-timed but consensual. It was meant to be jarring and hard to read after what Reader had just been through, and then made all the worse by the way Matt just left her afterwards. But Matt isn't perfect by any means and up until that point he'd mostly been portrayed that way in FFTD. This was an eye opening experience for both Matt and Reader, one that they had to work through and learn to grow from. One that showed Reader a darker side of Matt that does exist that she needed to meet if she wanted to say she truly loves Matt. I mean, this series is called Falling for the Devil after all. He's not all perfect charm and sweetness.

And I'll tell y'all this: while the Big Angst Arc focused on Matt's flaws and that effect on the relationship, the slowly approaching Second Angst Arc is going to focus on Reader's insecurities more and how that affects things.

As for my favorite line of dialogue in this entire series so far, well, that is harder for me to pinpoint because there's like...almost 400k words to this series now 😅 Though I think I can safely say at least a big one that I love is from the previous installment "The Stray" when Reader tells Matt that she feels like she's coming home to her "little family" that is Matt and Mittens now. Because for Matt, that was huge. I feel like he just desperately wants to belong to a family and be loved, and the closest thing he's felt like he's had to family most of his life was Foggy's family. Because he lost his dad young and only recently found out who his mother is--but even that is complicated considering that she abandoned him and then lied to him about who she was for so long. And when he gets close to Stick, he leaves him, too. So I think that line was an incredibly powerful one to Matt out of everything in FFTD. So much so that he's buying a ring finally in this next installment that I almost have written!! 😆

Thank you so much for the questions!! These are always so fun to answer if you can't tell by how wordy I get when I respond to them 😅

#bella answers #some thoughts on Big Angst and Second Angst Arc #my favorite line of dialgoue in the series

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crazycatsiren · 2 years ago

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Mother Lorelei, I apologize in advance, but I need your advice.

My birth mother is disabled. She suffers from severe chronic pain and fatigue, and physical exertion, unsurprisingly, causes her to feel far worse. But it often seems as if she prides herself on pushing herself past her limits despite that, and that she thinks because she's always forcing herself to do more than she should to her own detriment, that should be the standard everyone else holds themself to. Any less, and you've disappointed her.

While I find her willpower admirable, and I understand the pain she goes through daily to get things done, I wish she wouldn't expect me to do the same. I don't suffer from the same illnesses as she does, but even so, I'm incredibly weak, and have next to no energy or stamina at all. Even walking across my school's campus can get exhausting and painful, so any form of actual labor is pretty much impossible for me; almost immediately, I start to feel incredibly dizzy with vertigo and and feel faint, my muscles begin to ache and/or start to give out, and I become exhausted and unstable. This is to say nothing of the post-exertional malaise. I'm beginning to suspect that I myself am chronically ill, but no one seems to know what's wrong with me, other than that I'm an absolute wet noodle of a person.

Whether it's because I'm as weak-willed as I am physically pathetic, or because I, unlike my mother, know my limits and refuse to push myself to a breaking point, I always fail to "do my best" or "put in the effort" enough when I have to help do physically demanding tasks (like moving/carrying things out of storage, for a relevant example). I'm consistently below my mother's expectations, and she gets upset at me every time, saying how I need to try harder and that I'm being dramatic because I don't want to put in the work to get anything done. It's true that I'm not very good at doing these things and that I never get much done, but even though I give up so easily by her standards, I work my hardest until I quit. It's emotionally as well as physically painful and exhausting at times. But she keeps telling me I'm being lazy, and I don't know whether to believe her anymore. Do you think I'm in the wrong for not trying hard enough, or that I'm being lazy? Once again, I'm very sorry to complain and overshare to you in your ask box, but I'm not sure who else I can ask.

Internalized ableism is the devil, that's for sure. Not only does it distort your own perception of what's reasonable for you, but also it greatly skews your expectations of others.

And I think your mother is filled to the brim with internalized ableism.

Believe me, I tried the mind over matter method. All it did was made me sicker. It didn't make me any more abled, and it didn't change one bit of the reality that I will most likely never be abled again.

Capitalism glorifies grind culture. Anything less than pushing yourself past the breaking point is deemed unacceptable, and the solution is you just have to try harder.

It doesn't work this way. It never has and never will. And people keep wondering why so many are burnt out, even though the answer is literally right in front of them, and everyone knows it.

Our society doesn't want to allow anybody to become disabled. It's become so deeply ingrained into every aspect of life, that it's almost human nature. All the toxic positivity and inspiration porn sure as hell don't help.

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constantvariations · 2 years ago

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V9C8

I cannot believe I’m awake when the episode drops holy shit. I’m also drunk af bc it’s my weekend off so I might not be as sharp as I’m usually am (not) but guess we’ll see lol. Also the devil works hard but pirates work harder. Bless them yardee hars yo ho

Post Ep: uhh I genuintely dunno what to say here :/ MKEK fucked over literally the only aspect of v9 i liked so i guess imma rot or smth idk

Genuinely funny (by which I mean what the absolute fuck) that the warning does not, in fact, warn the viewer of fucking anything. Reminds me of the conversation in Criminal Minds where the unit receives a bomb threat and have to wait for it to explode because sending out a general bomb alert would halt the entirety of the country in a panic. Wasn’t there a tiktok about this exact thing? One that went liek “TRIGGER WARNIGN! TRIGGER WARNING!“ but never told you wh at the warning was? Feels like this shit

Back at it again with this pov shit? With the hentai panting? Why is it always with the hentai panting???

“Why did you shout at everyone like that?” Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Little is supposed to be like... a child? I guess? in the Wonderland spectrum of things, so them not knowing what a mental breakdown looks like is both in character and entirely unhelpful in the narrative, considering how easily Ruby brushes off the inquiry

This is probably the most tolerant Ruby’s voice acting has been in the last many seasons. It’s not high and nasally enough to scrape my skull!

Not gonna lie, having Ruby finally break down against the shittiest of tree textures is so fucking funny I can’t take this seriously. It looks like she’s wailing into a painted wall

“If you’re going to stay with me, you’re going to end up dead, too.” Ruby, the only dead people that you supposedly gave a shit about are Penny and Pyrrha. You don’t know about Clover or Ironwood, you definitely didn’t give a shit about that Forrest guy from V7, and it’s still up in the air if you know about Penny 2.0. You haven’t even mentioned Qrow, your father, or the rest of ORNJ, so what the fuck are you referencing here? Your mother, whom you only started being compromised about 2 seasons ago? Big fuckety whoop, no one cares

Ohhhh noooo not the shithead mouse character being saddddd and left behinddddd whateverr shall we doooooo

Aight what’s with the butterfly thing. If it’s supposed to symbolize Summer Rose in some way, it was never foreshadowed and only the barest of threads (butterflies being pollinators of flowers) would connect this shit. There’s a difference between subtlety and bullshit

Uhhhh did Ruby stumble into a casino house of Neo? Is this Neo backstory we’re getting into? Honestly, that’s way more intriguing than anything our heroes have going on

OH SO NOW RUBY CAN USE HER FUCKING SCYTHE WITHOUT GETTIN TRIGGERED

Why did they have to drag Roman into Maya? Didn’t they do him dirty enough by having him be eaten by a stupid grimm? Is this even the same voice actor? It’s not as... sultry

WHY YOU GOTTA DO PYRRHA DIRTY LIKE THIS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER MOUTH THERE’S NO TEXTURE ON HER CLOTHES WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Holy shit the animation of Roman jumpin on the table is sending me into the fuckign statosphere fucking hlep

Can’t even have a normal transformation animation between scythe to snipe it’s gotta be a spinny bullshit thing ugh. Take me back to episode 1 I miss that shit

Who is voicing Roman there’s no way this is the original VA Imma strnagle this bithc

“But we all remember how that ended.” Is this based on actual events or what Neo has interpreted? This entire scene has been nothing but bullshit so far, and not even the fun kind that Roman used to produce

“You still blame me for what happened to Torchwick?” Bitch what the absolute fuck makes you think that? What clues could you possibly have that Neo blames you specifically when there are so many random people at this table? It’s not like you’ve ever claimed to be responsible for any of these peoples’ deaths, so why is this the fucking conclusion you make? Other than having writer’s clairvoyance of course

Okay, despite not knowing at the moment what it means, I do like the detail of Roman not stepping on the teacup before but once shit gets real he demolishes it. Still don’t like how ugly he is though. Leave my dead gay son alone

I don’t know if I’ve said it before but I fucking HATE the eyeshadow on the character in Maya. Why is Neo’s fucking mint green? She’s NEO-FUCKING-POLITIAN WHY IS THERE FUCKING GREEN IN HER GODDAMN COLOR PALLETE WHEN IT’S FUCKIN WHITE BROWN AND PINK

“I’m going to enjoy watching you break.” Does Neo not have any sort of contact via her clones or whatever? Did she not see how helpless Ruby was last episode to her Jabber? Because it was very heavily implied she knew when that one turned into her before shattering. Neo didn’t have to do shit to make Ruby break, her so called friends were doing that better than Neo ever could Also, the smiles on everyone’s faces as they say this is 100% me when I write my characters going through some fucked up shit. Neo should’ve gone into theater and literally none of this would have happened lmao

It’s uhhhhhh kinda telling that Yang is the first to stop and bitch about Ruby’s behavior. “How could she jsut run off like that?” damn it’s like your sister knew you ddidn’t give hafl a flying fuck about her and dipped Yang OHMYGOD YANG BEING PISSED THAT RUBY DIDN’T TALK TO THEM I’M FUCKING WHEEZING Girl you were so busy being buried in the pussy you didn’t notice your own sister having a full ass breakdown. I do not feel sorry for you “She could’ve just talked to us” like you talked to her after you lost your arm? Oh, wait, YOU DIDN’T FUCKING DO THAT YANG. You literally told her to LEAVE YOU ALONE. Ain’t that a bitch, huh

“We say things like ‘we believe and you’ and ‘we can count on you’” holy shit this is smth I would expect from the yt exercise gurus I watch after work shifts not from my close personal friends this is so fuckign funny

“It’s not like we’re asking her to be perfect” well mf did you ever, idk, COMMUNICATE THAT. Because, lmee tell you as someone who WAS expected to be perfect at all times, that shit be damaging as fuck. I can’t even let typos happen in funny instances without a voice in my head screaming to fix them

Oh great we get the generic meandering vocals during a pvp platform fight. Do they write these lines knowing they’ll be translated into a game soon? There’s no way “I was the best and brightest Beacon had to offer” comes off naturally otherwise

Ruby literally clambered onto the only structure in the room for defense? Girl at this point you are asking to die lmao

AND HER AURA SHATTERS AT THAT MEASLY DROP I AM FUCKING SOBBING JUST KILL THE BITCH AND BE DONE WITH IT

“Just like you were too late to save me at the Vytal festival.” Bitch that literally didn’t matter shit since you came back in V7. You’re literally wearing your V7/8 outfit. Shut the absolute fuck up you fucking waste of potential and hair space goddamn

“Can you imagine what it’s like to be failed time and time again by someone who meant the world to you” oh like Oz? The guy you demonized for the last few seasons? The guy who was roasted alive by his wife after she butchered their FOUR FUCKIGN CHILDREN?

Also Ruby does not use her FUCKIGN SEMBLANCE BITHC ARE YOU WANTING TO FUDCKIGN DIE THEN DIE ALREADY GODDAMMIT

Okay I can’t put my finger on it, but the animation of Pyrrha going around her staff to kick Ruby is really fucking weird. Maybe because it seems like her spear is merely resting on the ground instead of impaling it? (My current MC had a similar move so this is important to me lmao)

While I do appreciate the line of “have you stopped to consider if you’re doing more harm than good” coming from Ironwood, it’s not really Ironwood saying it, is it? How the absolute FUCK would Neo know this? Was she witness to what was happening, did she figure it out with context clues, or is this another case of writer clairvoyance?

While I guess it is within canon rights to have Neo know that Oscar is Oz’s new host, I’m very much confused about this particular course of action [turning Ozpin into Oscar] from Neo. When it was her vs Cinder, Neo just tried to annihilate her, but with Ruby she wants to be Jigsaw??? MKEK learn character consistency I am BEGGING

Listen... I know Ruby is in an emotionally compromised state, and that in any other scenario this would be intensely heart-breaking, but with how contrived this entire scene is, I cannot give half a flying fuck about Ruby’s mental state because it’s too damn funny how easily she falls into Neo’s lap. You walked into this giant ass casino, can’t you just walk out? We ain’t seen you try yet, so either you (and the writers) are too stupid to think of it, or it was shuffled off screen, neither of which are a good look babe. Especially when that damned mouse is in the wings for SOME goddamn reason. Probably the next fucking deus ex mouse

RUBY’S HICCUPS SOUND EXACTLY LIKE MY PRINTER IM FUCKIGN WHEEZING

Okay, so Neo offering the tea makes it seem like that’s a path to the Ascension that everyone’s so gung-ho about, which makes me question why the paper pleasers needed to have a whole ass suicide dam-break to ascend if all they needed was some leaf-tea. I also think I’m putting more thought into this than the fucking writers, which, honestly, is par for the course

WAIT WHOA HOLD UP that was some geometric shit hitting Neo into the fucking next generation. Everything in Wonderland is ~whimsy and frolic~ not Square (tm) so wtf is going on

Goddammit again with this pov shit? Whoever suggested it in the group orgy should be drug out to the street and shot

CURIOUS!!! THE ONLY BITCH THAT MATTERS TO ME even if he is ugly as sin

“(Ruby) I don’t want to be me anymore” well aint that just more gasoline to my theory that Ruby’s gonna try to sacrifice herself to the tree No joke, if RT (and for any dumbass who needs clarification, CRWBY is 100% RT property) tries to imply in any goddamn way that sacrifice is the only way to achieve happiness (especially when it comes to other people’s happiness) I will come to each of their houses and shred their shoes, their paintings, and dismantle their ovens

Altho, no joke, I would much rather prefer Curious as our MC instead simply because they are curious and would potentially be able to ask questions about the world that our actual mains would take for granted, like idk wtf is dust and where does it come from? (Mainly stemming from my hc that dust is the remains of human souls that grimm devour but can’t actually process. Like... how else are you gonna reconcile the dust that made Adam ((the original biblical man)) with the dust of Remnant?)

Oh wow so we’re actually going for the take that the cat was evil the whole time? Is that what we’re doing? No nuance about a creature merely curious about a world outside its own? We’re going full fucking body snatcher?

I absolutely HATE this take on the Curious Cat. MKEK. Give me your addresses so I can beat your asses in the nearest Dennys parking lot. I think you sorely need some lessons in humility. Suck my entire asshole

Is Little really fucking hurt by being slung .2 feet from a tail whip? Fucking really?

And now Neo and Curious are fighting over Ruby’s fate. Someone bring back the forced love triangle of Hunger Games (which was forced by the publishers NOT the writer btw) instead of this shit before I throw myself into a lava pit because honesty it this is far shittier than HG

Wtf are Ruby’s fingers bloodied from? Wielding Crescent Rose for .2 seconds? Girl you have been handling this weapon for fucking years, but spinning it around a couple of times makes her bleed? Bitch play Paganini’s 24 Caprices then say how your fingers feel (For clarification purposes, I only know this because I’m writing characters who know how to play the violin, not because I know violin myself despite how much I fucking want to. V from DMC5 has me in a fucking chokehold lemme tell you-*dies*)

“I have been trying to wear you down for so long” BITCH FUCKING WHERE. WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN WEARING RUBY DOWN MORE THAN HER TEAMMATES OR GENERAL FUCKING LIFE HAS ALREADY BEEN. BITHC FUCKING WEHRE

“I need to know why my makers left me here.” This makes me think that the Wonderland was structured by the shitheel gods of light and dark. Perhaps the cat was one of their compromises, which is why they’re such a wildcard? But that would make so many questions about the purpose of Wonderland itself and we all know that MKEK can’t be bothered with things like worldbuilding or nuance or anything remotely resembling intelligence (also I read once that black scelera ((the white part of the eye)) is a sign of pure truth/desire so honestly this is incredibly intriguing even though I know it won’t end in anything satisfactory)

NEO STEPS ON LITTLE BEST CHARACTER EVER 10/10

The cup sliding into frame after Ruby’s frantic eyes is literally so fucking funny how do they expect to take me seriously when the framing has the subtlety of a drunk elephant?

Ohmygod the way JWBY ran into the room like PS2 characters I’m fucking wheeazing

Ohmygod this is literally the most flaccid way to force a person into your perspective. Like... Ruby got kicked around a little bit after venturing into an OBVIOUSLY NOT GOOD PLACE and then decides to drink the airport jungle juice right as she’s about to be rescued and not ONE FUCKING CHARACTER WITH RANGED ARSENAL SHOOTS THE MUG OUT OF HER HAND

Honestly there are times where it really hits me how RWBY is a show about plot that isn’t plot instead of characters, and it’s moments like these where I’m like “damn, these people are acting to the script instead of their character huh” Like... it would’ve been something profound if the tea drinking had happened moments prior to their arrival instead of “hey watch me drink this fuckin tea while I reflect in your stupid eyeball instead of you doing literally anything about it despite that the supposed fact that you fucking raised me YANG, so watch me drop into this fuckkin hole I guess”

At the very least I guess the writers realized that Neo’s sole purpose was offing Ruby because... Roman was in her vicinity when he died???

OHMYGOD THE FACT THAT THE PERSON WHO REACTS TEH MOST TO RUBY DRINKGING THE FUCKIGN JUICCE IS CURIOUS IS FINEING SENDING ME

SHES A FUCKING CORN COB BSBE IM FUCNG CRYIGN

Okay, Curious fixating on Neo is one BILLION percent more interesting than anything jrwby has going on. Once again, fuck this main storyline bullshit and give Curious their own damn show

Also, nlg, the facct that Curious is Geometric rather than Organic in terms of design (squares vs spirals for the at home group) is super fucking cool and I desperately need an entire goddamn story abt them pronto. I would absolutely love to see how they interact with Remnant and if they’d be able to have their weird ass powers in the dimension of mortals. That is so much more interesting than literally anything our main crew has proposed in literally years, especially since these dumb mfs aint ever talked about whether or not its okay to kill a whole ass human being for their cause (and faunus are human beings. Fuck off if you think that some shtity tail or ears makes you not a whole ass person)

These mfs cannot let the bee train go for a single second can they? These bitches gotta be hit inot the sam efukcin wall while Weiss gets left all alone. Yknow. Like her family let her be for th emost part. Glad to see that RT’s priority is rainbow capitialism instead of genuine storytelling

Well that is a hentai trope I did not expert to see today. Though the fact that it’s Neo does not surprises me at fuckign all. Mmmm love me some fcking body possession. Great job Rt on making on your female characters be absolutely consumed by a foreign entity that surely isn’t a fucking metaphor for antyhign yknow the fucking facehuggers were’nt a metaphor for shit didnt yha know????

May I say to MKEK, absolutely fuck you for makign the cat an undeniable villain. Can you guys not handle even an iota of moral greyness? Can you not conceive of the idea of a situation that is not merely good vs evil? I ask you to look at the world today, and tell me that evil arises merely because it can rather than as a symptom of a society that refuses to care for all its citizens. Can you not idealize a person who, when pressed to their absolute brink, will take upon violence to ensure that the seeds they sow will bring sustenance to those who come later? For fuck’s sake I’ll take a person who idealizes themselves for morally grey reasons other than what the fuck ever these dipshits are trying to sell to me

Wow aint it so spectaculaar that Curious invaded the one person who wasn’t important to the writers plot adn now our heroes can now kill her without any iota of guilt? Aint that fucking nifty? Aint that fuckign grand? And not even a fucking thought extended to teh idea tha Crurius wanted to see the outside world. THat was their main reason for helping the siblings right? Because Alyx promised them that she would bring him to Remnant? But taht whole plotline is gone because it’s jsut TOO SPICY FOLKS. Can’t have anything interesting in our show about FAIRTYTALES whene we’re in a FAIRTYTALE LAND

Honestly, fuck you MKEK, fuck you RT, fuck you any god that ever alloweed existence to happen. THis is fucking bullshit

It was only through looking up the info on the internet that I learned that Roman Torchwick’s og VA died of colon cancer prior to this volume (2022). Mr Kametz, I hope you rest well and know that your expertise was greatly appreciated. May you know peace in the beyond

#rwde #soorry that i'm like suer fuckign drukn for thos shit but works been albsoulte hell this fuckign weeek #i was like half as drunk whe writing the main shit than the tags so hopefully it all makes sense #either way its a shit fucking episdoe #why the fuck would anyone green lite this hit i have no fucking clue #rt must have no fuckign standards bc if my drun k as shti ass can still laught at your 'emotional scenes' then you got a fuckign problem #my dumb as can cry at jsut about antyhging #i cred at that shthead snape findign lily's body in harry terfly pottery #so if i dont cry at your bullshti then you fucked up in ways that not even god can correct

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harudnae · 11 months ago

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As part of the Great Draft Eradication Plan, today's fic is a Buggy x Shanks OPLA-inspired smutty fic!

Long story short, brain went brrr with OPLA Buggy and I imagined Shanks visiting Buggy at the end of Season 1... I wrote a darker Buggy than I'm used to, but it was fun toying with the idea.

Guaranteed spoiler-free for manga & anime!

Also posted on AO3 on 2024.01.08

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Buggy x Shanks

Summary: Shanks pays an impromptu visit to Buggy.

Content warnings : Top Buggy, Bottom Shanks, rope bondage, unprotected sex, anal sex, begging, handjob, creampie, Buggy's mean but Shanks is too much of a simp to mind

Word count: <1.5k

🌟 Earning back the spotlight

"C-Captain Buggy!"

Buggy's attention is drawn away from his performance rehearsal, and towards the flashy freaks that apparently thought that interrupting him was a good idea with the shitty mood he's in right now. "What", he deadpans, glaring daggers at his crew members.

"S-Someone's there to see you. It's– It's–"

Buggy sees red.

Literally, an all-too-familiar shade of red perks into the big top.

Buggy inhales deeply, then exhales a long heavy sigh. "Leave us alone."

His men quickly scurry away.

Shanks waltz in like he owns the place. "Long time no see, Buggy", he nonchalantly says, "So I heard you met Luffy?"

"The other Monkey D. menace? The one that says he'll be King of the Pirates? The one you gave your goddamn hat to?"

"Yeah, that would be him", the redhead smiles wide.

Was Shanks' smile always that pretty? "Doesn't ring a bell", Buggy shrugs. "Why should I help you anyway?" He glares. "Traitor."

"What are you talking about?"

Buggy feels a lump growing in his throat. He gets up and throws a flying punch at Shanks, with extra knives between his knuckles.

Shanks barely flinches away, and glances at a fallen red stand. "Careful, you're going to hurt someone."

A cold, sour rage seeps through Buggy's body as he reattaches his wrist. "That's called vengeance, shithead. Did you forget how you hurt me first?"

Shanks does that little smile again.

So pretty.

The redhead has the audacity to say, "I would never hurt a friend, though."

Pretty, oh so pretty. So pretty I want to ruin it. Buggy actively has to bite back on the sudden urge to ruin that damned face rising inside him. He swallows and almost chokes on undignified noise that rises in his chest. "Friend?" He grits his teeth. "You're missing an arm, but you're not blind. And you did not forget about the past either, Red-Hair."

"I'm here now, though." The bastard even sounds coy.

Buggy huffs. "Don't tell me you just came here to catch up some time."

"What if I did?"

Buggy's blood boils. "Fine, then", he says, voice ice cold as he picks up his knives and presses a blade against the tender skin of Shanks's neck. "But we'll do it my way. This is going to be a flashy show."

Shanks pants, fully naked, spread and bound in bright red rope over Buggy's bed.

Buggy's by the edge of the bed, trailing a gloved finger from the base to the tip of Shanks' leaking cock.

"Buggy", the redhead whimpers, "Stop teasing me..."

Buggy undoes his pants, pulls out his hard cock and detaches it from his body. He uses his Devil Fruit powers to bring his cock near Shanks' mouth. "If you want me so badly, why don't you get to work?"

The redhead obediently parts his lips and draws his tongue out.

Buggy shakes his head. "I can't believe that now you're compliant."

"I want you", Shanks mumbles against Buggy's floating cock, nibbling at the heated skin.

"Then show it", Buggy growls.

Shanks gets to work and gets him all slick, messily blowing him off and drooling spit and precome.

Buggy puts his hands back on Shanks' body, exploring and teasing, then pinching his nipples and pulling them. He slides his cock further down Shanks' throat and admires the way he struggles to take it all.

Shanks moans around his cock, the sound vibrating around Buggy's shaft.

Buggy pushes harder, forcing Shanks to deep-throat him. Meanwhile, he removes his gloves and gets some lube to spread between Shanks' ass cheeks.

Shanks' moans get louder when a first, then a second finger slides in.

Buggy allows the redhead some air by pulling his cock out while he slips a third finger into his ass. "To think I used to worship you... Look at you being this pathetic. False idol that you were, now it's time for me to shine brighter than you ever did."

"Confidence suits you", Shanks says, a breathless chuckle on his lips just before a throaty moan takes over.

Buggy pushes his fingers further into Shanks' ass, a wicked smile on his face that he floats around to bask in Shanks' expression. "Yes, it does. I used to think it suited you too, but now..." Buggy huffs a chuckle. "I think broken will suit you more." With that he curls his fingers and rubs his fingertips against Shanks' prostate.

Shanks cums there and then, dick untouched, with a broken moan that drags on while Buggy milks him dry.

"You're so weak for me, Shanks."

The redhead still pants from his recent orgasm, but he still nods the affirmative.

Buggy spreads lube on his cock and slides in.

Shanks moans at the intrusion, then locks eyes with Buggy.

"Look at you. So hot and tight, still clenching when my cock slides inside you. You can't get enough of this..."

"More", Shanks pleads.

Buggy's eyebrow twitches, and he starts thrusting in and out of the redhead. He imposes a relentless rhythm, hard and fast, firmly intending on driving the other crazy.

At some point Shanks starts to complains, "It hurts..."

"Good, because pain leads to art."

Buggy, magnanimous as ever, adds more lube and resumes his intense pace.

"P-Please, Buggy, I can't..."

"Nuh-huh. You can do a better performance, I'm sure."

"Fuck– 's too much..."

Buggy's lips curl upwards, and ice blue eyes dive into amber ones for an extra encore. "Come on, Shanks, beg."

"I want– I need you to cum inside me, please."

"Come on Shanks, beg like you mean it."

Tears prickle at the corners of Shanks' eyes. "Please , Buggy. Please cum inside me, I want to be full of you. Just– Just you, please."

Buggy sneers, "See, Red-Hair? After all this time, I'm the only one that sees you like this, that make you feel like this."

"Y-yes, Buggy", Shanks moans between pants, "Always. It's always– ngh– always been you..."

Buggy feels something warm tighten inside him. Feeling as though he's about to burst, he places a possessive hand over Shanks' throat, not quite clenching down on him but putting enough weight that the redhead's focus sharpens instantly.

Shanks is pinned under him, begging and craving for more, about ready to cum again if the intense throbbing between their stomachs is anything to go by. Disheveled, slightly teary, drooling, sweaty, cum-stained, he really is too fucking pretty.

And Buggy knows his flashy charm seduces many people, and he knows, has known for so long that he has Shanks wrapped around his little finger, but he craves the praise so he can't help but ask, "And why is that?"

"Because–"

Buggy intensely watches Shanks' face, the way he bites his lower lip in an attempt to stifle his moans. Buggy detaches a hand and drags Shanks' lower lip down, releasing a sigh. "Why is it that I'm able to reduce you to–" He angles his hips back and finds Shanks' prostate. "–this?" On the way down to reattach to his wrist, his hand gives a couple of long, slow strokes around Shanks' neglected cock, and he smirks at the sight.

The redhead's whole body shudders, and his shoulders shake with soft sobs. "B-Because I love you."

Buggy stops moving and blankly stares. "You really make the shittiest jokes", he deadpans after a slightly uncomfortable silence.

But then Shanks looks up, holding his gaze with the last of his pride glowing.

Buggy cups his chin, a little too rough with his hunger renewed. "Don't you dare play that game with me, Shanks", he lowly says, leaning in and grazing his teeth against the column of his throat while he resumes pounding into him.

The redhead does that stupid little smile of his again. "Too late... You already ruined me."

Buggy's eyebrow twitches, and he bites the side of Shanks' neck, sucking on the tender skin with the intent to bruise.

Shanks cums right there and then, a broken sound on his lips.

Buggy fucks him through the afterglow, Shanks' ass milking him dry soon after.

Shanks whines at the loss when Buggy pulls out, and sighs while his release dribbles down between his thighs.

Buggy unties him and throws him a wet towel so he can clean himself. He cleans himself up on the opposite side of the room, back turned to the redhead, not gracing the bastard with a single word.

Once he's dressed up again, Shanks embraces Buggy from behind, inhaling his scent while he rests his head in the crook of his shoulder. "Missed you."

Buggy stiffens against him. "Whatever... Get out of here."

"Oh, and before I forget... What about Luffy?"

Buggy shrugs out of Shanks' arms and glares before flipping him off.

#one piece #opla #op fic #nae's writing #shanks x buggy #or more accurately:#buggy x shanks #thirst material

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I've been seeing your works and its so great btw.Here's some silly request..

So i was wondering,may i ask for vergil x male!reader headcanons? (I'm like beginner,sorry if i'm doing it wrong) The reader will be a half demon if u like. (Or you can make the reader gn! too)

So the male!reader have a complicated relathionship with vergil,like love-hate relathionship.They often have little or even big argument,but still can be likeee...keep their relathionship cool.But sometimes they also had a hard time to express their feeling for each other.(mostly bcs they r embarassed & they want to keep their pride lol)

The reader has a good relathionship with dante too,ofc in platonic way.(bcs reader & dante have a smiliar carefree characteristic,they got close quickly) Unfortunately Vergil would find it annoying,or hes just jealous lmao.Oh! just for the record,reader often doing contract/job? with the others too like dante,nero,lady,trish...

Thanks!!

(Please do not take this as rude, I only mean this in the nicest way possible; I just am a littler direct sometimes! Thanks for the request!!)

Okay so, if understand correctly; It would be a story about a male!reader (possibly a half-and-half like the twins, I'd have to think about that) and Vergil having a "complicated" relationship. One where they argue and fight a lot but, at the end of the day, can go home together and be chill. During this time, the reader becomes closer with Dante and Vergil has a problem with that. (Then like I'd do like some fluff or something--similar to my "Deep Regret" Dante oneshot) one-shot.

Is that correct? Lol

For the headcanon stuff, I have it on my AO3 (Linked here). Each person has their own chapter (Plus a bonus about dating the twins at the same time) that would/does apply to male readers (most of my work, if not all, is written with a male in mind; even if it's G/N--if that makes sense). If there is something in particular that you were looking for that I don't talk about, please lmk.

For the contract thing: Yes, in most stories are based with the reader being a devil hunter at the DMC; alongside whichever character is needed for the fic (and if it isn't required on who exactly needs to be with the reader, I default to Nero).

Trish, Nico, and Lady are harder for me to write--so I don't use them often.

Although I am not sure I figure I should state this; I don't do one-shots based on a relationship with any of the ladies. I can't write them well and I can't apply myself when writing something I can't picture (a lot of my stories are based on my maladaptive daydreaming lmao). I do Vergil, Dante, Nero, and V (I, at some point, will also try doing x Sparda as well).

#devil may cry

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firebuug · 1 year ago

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13, 14 and 31 for the uncommon oc questions? for whatever ocs come to mind first

(also A and B for the creator questions for whoever comes to mind too :> )

before i look at the questions UHHH ill choose eva and centi because theyre bouncing in my head (eva bc brainrot centi bc hes my icon).

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

eva was raised as a little nestie boy and in my mind very fancy rich colors are always light and pastel like marble and stuff and my brain always sees him dressed in white. i think he thinks he looks most dapper in white. maybe even gray. monochromes mostly because its hard to coordinate an outfit when your hair is fuckin Blue and you don't want to look like a stupid clown.

i however am in the impression that eva would look nice in red. and golds. and pale greens. and black. i just like eva

centi does NOT CARE in fact he HATES UNNECESSARY HUMAN CONSTRUCTS. what do you MEAN i cant go out to the supermarket in the human's PAJAMAS eva you are an IDIOT a FOOL a DOG to abiding to such STUPID human standards i am CONSERVING MY ENERGY . he doesn't care....but i guess he'd like colors that help him stealth or that he's had on him as a centipede bug

14. What animal do they fear most?

i . have never thought of this. UH. man i feel like animals are weird in PMworld. do they have zoos. obviously they have animals bc a lot of abnos are animal based but like. are they frequent. do people go to the zoos and see lions anymore. man. anyways i think if Eva met a chimp he would be scared. i feel like if he saw a hippo he'd be kinda scared. i dont think he'd be scared of horses he'd think theyre beautiful. i think, to a city dweller, animals arent as scary as the Daily Horrors you face, but at the same time, eva is a nestie what animals is he seeing? birds?? white eye crust dogs??????? lizards????? i think he'd be scared of snakes. oh my god he'd be scared of snakes. OH MY GOD HIS BOYFRIEND DISTORTS INTO A GIANT SNAKE BUG i think he'd be scared of snakes. i don't think he'd like bugs but he is fine with taking bugs out in a cup or throwing a newspaper at them but i think his parents kept his childhood house as bug-free as possible

centi is scared of anything that is scarier than him because it usually means it is a stronger devil than him. he is a predator bug outside of his fiend form and eats other bugs that are weaker and is very scary but he'd know his fucking place in front of Spider Devil or some shit. also he would probably not like dogs and cats. anything that poses a threat to a little centipede. however. as a human somehting like a bird? he laughs at now. dogs and cats? those can still fuck him up and put him in his place (owww scratches)

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

theres very obvious answers here. but genuinely even if they annoy him sometimes or make his work harder eva does appreciate meeting his friends and his future bf at lobcorp because, if he had worked here for this long without making friends with ANYONE. no matter what he tells himself he would have been so much more miserable. having friends isnt what he came here for but its what happened and hes grateful that his friends somehow didnt get tired of him and put up with his rocky beginnings because he doesn't know if he wouldve ever found joy in this work without them

he is also, as expected, very glad to have met julian because otherwise after the wing fell he probably would have no other reason to be on this earth other than "maybe make weird art until you run out of money and starve". jules kind of rocked his mindset too and helped him realize the people around him at the corp Arent just dumb npcs who are expendable, they are Human and Mortal and Will Die. they experience emotion just like him. and even if they ar einsufferable they are human and you will ifnd yourself crying when they die even if you only knew them as the guy from info team who made your life worse. he cant fester in hatred and hope someone innocent eats shit because one day theyll die and he'll be stuck with those emotions, and not everyone comes back like jules did

centi.... well. this is mostly just inner oc stuff with my friend and i's ocs hehe. but he is happy to meet another bug devil like him. because well...i like to think theres SOme sort of solidarity in being a scary bug. maybe hes a bit jealous. but then theyre just..homies. he doesnt have to face the isolation of feeling like an eldrich monstrosity living in some dudes apartment and getting yelled at for being an eldritch monstrosity and being Different and being Caged in a Stupid Inferior Human Body God FUcking Damn It alone. he has another bug guy going thru the same. we must imagine the bug fiends happy

also despite how much he despises eva at first he eventually realizes this weird as fuck THing is actually. not killing him. this is a devil hunter yet he's making me a grilled cheese. whats wrong with hinm. i can throw his stuff around and he can get upset but he will still let me sleep in his house and stand up for me. whats wrong with him. eventually he will slowly warm up to him...but he'll still bother him. thats what fiends do

A) Why are you excited about this character?

for eva? I DONT KNOW . I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!! HES JUST SOME DUDE!!!! BUT I GAVE HIM MY LOVE FOR MUSIC MY LOVE FOR FISH AND GAVE HIM MULTIPLE NEUROSES AND NOW I LOVE HIM . THE FUCK. i also really love his distortion. just. grips heart. a lot of my ocs and stories have this theme of isolation, i guess it's something i like to explore a lot, and considering eva is a (count with me) autistic transgender mentally ill born-rich kid who was raised kind of sheltered from the full extent of horrors and Forced to go down a pre-determined path from birth . and not only that but he becomes even more of a fish out of water post-lobcorp and literally experiences the isolation of not even having a true god reach him through the metal walls of the corporation. idk. i think he's pretty isolationcore and neurosispilled and his distortion is fun because YES WE CAN FINALLY GO APESHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! CATHARSIS!!! BUT PAIN AND GRIEF MANIFESTED INTO A PHYSICAL BLIND RAMPAGED BEING!!!!!

centi because he is a fucking BUG!!!!!! AND HES EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HES SILLY!!!!!!!!!!! CARTOONISHLY EVIL FREAK WHO USED TO BE A LEGIT THREAT!!!!!! I LOVE THOSE FUCKERS!!!!!! and not only that HE SHARES A BODY WITH THE POLAR OPPOSITE AND IS A HORRIBLE MONSTER BEING FORCED TO LIVE AMONG HUMA---god damn it its another isolation and not fitting in story. BUG DYSPHORIA

B) What inspired you to create them?

nothing crazy here- eva was randomly generated employee number 2 in my lobcorp facility, i grew attached to him thru keeping him alive and also i liked his grumpy little face. survived to the very end of my playthrough, and juleva started as a crackship but i did like their dynamic a lot..................... things just escalated from there

centi because ummm i made a csm au of my ocs and i wanted julian to be the Centipede Fiend to reference his distortion but i created a whole new personality for the Centipede Devil inside of him and went oh my god i love them, i need them to be a new person, i love them, oh my god

thanks so much for the opportunity to ramble! if you made it this far im marrying you.

#ask #anon #rambles #ocs #eva #centi

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hansomeskz · 2 years ago

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Devil Like Me Chapter 4

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

The three of them keep their word, plotting when Jisung is not around. They spend spare time between 3Racha events whispering, huddled together. Jisung chooses to mind his business, carrying out any tasks handed to him by their manager.

He hears a lot from Chan about how he should just give up the act but the idea of angering their team any further when things are already so bad for them makes him feel sick. In the wake of the boardroom showdown, their schedule has become a living hell, especially for Jisung.

They seem to be trying to keep him busy so he has less energy to fight back, and it really is working. Each day is hours of rehearsal or recording sessions, followed closely by appearance after appearance. Jisung has done more interviews and attended more parties in the past few weeks than he has in his entire career.

He’s so exhausted that when his manager points out Chan across the room, suggesting Jisung goes and starts something, he does it without a second thought. He approaches Chan, shoving him harder than he’d intended.

Chan looks at him, completely unbothered. “What’s up?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Jisung wears the angry face that everyone around them expects, but he has no fight left in him. “She told me to start a fight but I don’t… I don’t have anything to be angry about,” he says simply. Chan’s face morphs into fake hurt to match Jisung’s act. “You threw a drink at me once because my shirt was ‘too expensive’, there’s nothing you’re upset about here?”

“Your shoes are fucking stupid, but you love them.” Jisung grabs Chan’s collar, pulling him close to sneer in his face. “I can’t find a single thing to even pretend to be mad about.”

Chan pushes at Jisung in fake desperation until he finally lets go. “That’s good, Ji. Do you get to go after this?”

“I don’t think so,” he says quietly, scowling as Chan takes a step back, scoffing at him for appearances. “I hope you get to leave soon, man. How many shots have you even had?”

“I stopped counting forty minutes ago.”

“Fuck, dude.” He flinches when Jisung gives him one last shove. “If you hit me hard enough, I bet they’d let me go,” he jokes. Chan seems to consider it before he turns and stalks off, a sour look on his face.

Jisung watches him as he heads to security. He sees Chan point towards him and speak angrily to the man before the security guard starts to approach him.

Their manager and his bodyguard are quick to roll up behind him when they realize this is going to foil any plans they had tonight, but it’s no use.

They spend well over twenty minutes arguing to keep Jisung at the party. While his manager’s shrill voice carries through the party, Minho texts Jisung to let him know that he’s waiting in his car outside. Jisung tells him he won’t be long.

Ultimately security wins, forcefully removing the three of them from the party.

When Jisung quickly approaches Minho’s car and slides in, the doors locking behind him, his manager starts screaming at him. He chooses not to listen, instead stealing a kiss from Minho over the centre console.

“How did you know I was getting kicked out?”

“Chan texted me. I thought you’d want a getaway car.” Minho smiles lightly, glancing at him before looking back to the road.

“You always come through when I need you, Min.”

“I hope I always will,” he says quietly, placing a hand on Jisung’s thigh. “You stink, baby. You smell like my parents’ liquor cabinet.”

“I did an unholy amount of tequila shots, don’t ask.”

“Tequila? And you’re not crying?” Minho squeezes his thigh gently and Jisung is actually a little surprised. “Huh, I guess not.”

“It sounds like this is all helping,” the older boy says, smiling to himself. Jisung smiles too, warmth spreading through his chest.

He does have to admit now that he has Minho, Chan, and Changbin in his corner, things have gotten a lot easier. He’s glad he isn’t alone anymore.

They go back to the dorms this time and as they step into Jisung’s room, he can’t help but notice all of the mail is missing.

“Chan gave me a key,” Minho starts. “We thought maybe you’d want them gone.”

Jisung nods softly, turning to look at him. “Thank you, Minho. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

The brunet just kisses his forehead and finds them both a change of clothes, helping Jisung out of his party wear and into a pair of sweats before he changes, too.

They crawl under the covers together, curling close. Jisung’s body is exhausted but his mind is racing, thinking of what’s next.

Minho dozes next to him, making small humming noises every time Jisung shifts positions. The blond feels very lucky that things turned out this way, even if it was a hard road for him. He thinks that even if they can’t escape their contract, he could live the next few years like this.

Changbin and Chan enter the apartment not too much later, giggling on their way through the living room and down the hall. Jisung hears them stall outside his door, whispers not quite reaching his ears.

When Chan quietly peeks inside through the cracked door, Jisung turns his head to look at him. They exchange sleepy smiles before Minho pulls Jisung closer, grumbling about how Jisung should be asleep by now.

Chan laughs softly before he disappears from the doorway, making his way to his own room. Jisung buries his face into Minho’s neck.

“Why are you still awake?” The Minho whines, hands slipping under the younger boy’s shirt to try and pull him somehow closer.

“I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Wanna share?”

“I’m just… happy. I’m fucking tired, but I’m happy,” Jisung says quietly, curling his fingers against Minho’s chest.

The brunet hums happily, giving him a squeeze. “I’m happy to hear it, baby. You deserve it.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You would’ve reached your limit eventually. I’m just glad I was there to make sure somebody was taking care of you.” Minho presses a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head, shifting so he’s half on top of the blond.

Jisung takes in Minho’s warmth, exhaustion starting to take over. While he can’t make out what the older boy says as he drifts off, it makes him feel loved.

The real war between them and the company starts when Chan’s tell-all comes out. The interview is 20 minutes long with Chan exposing all of the things he knows of that the company has done to Jisung.

The part that surprises Jisung the most is that Chan tries to take the blame for Jisung’s public persona, too. He and Minho are curled up on the couch in Minho’s apartment, watching everything unfold.

“The worst part is, it’s kind of my fault,” Chan says to the interviewer. Jisung gasps, shaking his head.

“I knew Han really well when we started out, and I just assumed that after debut he’d let the popularity get to his head. I wish I’d known better than to let them portray him as a monster when he was just doing what our management told him would help the group.” Chan sounds choked up, swallowing hard as the interviewer asks him another question.

“It’s not his fault,” Jisung says to Minho, furrowing his brows. Minho is frowning at the TV, the arm he has around the younger boy tightening its grip.

“No, that’s the worst part,” Chan says to the question Jisung missed. “The label knew about all of this, the death threats, the damage it was doing to our Hannie. They just didn’t care. It was doing numbers so why bother, I guess.”

“How does Han feel about telling everyone about this?”

“He’s scared out of his mind. Hell, I’m scared too. He just couldn’t keep living like that, it was going to drive him to…” Chan trails off but the interviewer nods in understanding.

“So why isn’t he the one telling everyone this?” The interviewer asks this as he leans forward. The blank expression he is sending to Chan makes Jisung’s blood run cold.

“Like I said, he’s scared. Ever since it came out to us that he was doing all of this we’ve been begging him to drop the act, but he doesn’t want to go against the company. I just… I had to do something to get him out of the situation. Maybe this will help. I hope if nothing else, this helps him be himself.”

Jisung blinks back tears as the interviewer starts to wrap up the show. Minho gives him a little squeeze, looking at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking terrified, Minho.”

“I know, but you’re free now. It’s all out in the open. No more being somebody else,” Minho says quietly.

“What if I’m not? What if we’ve done everything we have and I still have to be the same guy I was before all of this?”

“Don’t let it happen, Ji. Han is dead, okay? Just… be Jisung.” Minho presses a kiss to the side of his head, smiling reassuringly.

Jisung opens his mouth to say something else but is cut off by the sound of his ringtone. Chan’s name is displayed over a picture of them from pre-debut. He hesitates, but he does answer the call. “Hello?”

“It’s done, Han-ah. It’s all out there. Are you at Minhos? Changbin and I are on our way.”

“You’re coming here?”

“I think if the label calls, it’d be best for us all to be together,” Chan says quietly.

“Okay, yeah. Thank you.” Jisung’s heart is hammering against his rib cage, sweat gathering on his hairline. He’s not sure if he’s ever felt so scared.

Chan and Changbin arrive quickly and the four of them sit together in silence.

When Jisung starts to fidget, picking at the skin on his hands, Minho puts on a show to fill the silence and laces their fingers together.

She takes her sweet time, but their manager does call them that night.

Before Chan can even say hello, she’s screaming down the phone line. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done? Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve just caused?”

“I do,” he says simply, hands clasped in front of him. They all huddle around the phone to listen. “Then you must be fucking stupid! We are losing money as we speak, our investors-“

“Let us out of the contract,” Chan demands, voice firm. Jisung admires Chan’s composure, his own hands shaking. “Oh, no, Bang. You’re stuck until you make back every penny we just fucking lost.”

“We aren’t playing your games anymore. Let us out or we’ll only make it worse.” He hears their manager huffing and puffing on the other side of the phone. “Meet me tomorrow at nine in my office. I don’t want to hear another peep from you until then.” The line clicks as she hangs up, and the four of them fall back into silence.

Jisung knows they don’t have to say anything else tonight. The story is already on the internet and will blow itself up without any help at all. The weight of the silence around them suggests the others know this, too.

“We should play scrabble,” Minho says quietly. The absurdity of the statement makes Jisung laugh, which prompts smiles from Chan and Changbin.

“Fuck it, let’s play scrabble,” Changbin agrees. Minho goes and gets the game and they all gather around the board. This moment of normalcy before their lives change forever is completely welcome, Jisung thinks.

Minho breaks out some bottles of wine too, and they spend the night pretending everything is fine. The cats trample the board regularly, all four of them giggling about it.

Jisung feels good, he thinks. This is one of the scariest times of his life, but with these people around him, he feels like he can handle what’s about to come.

Several bottles in, late into the night with Chan and Changbin are asleep on the couch, Jisung and Minho are tangled together in Minho’s armchair, whispering to each other.

“How are you feeling, Ji?” The older boy asks him, running his hands through his blond hair.

“I feel good. I don’t know what it is, Minho, but I feel like everything’s going to be okay.” Jisung smiles at Minho, and he returns it quickly. “I think it will be. Even if it doesn’t go how we all want it to, I think we’ll all be just fine.”

“I think so too,” Jisung says, burying his face in the burnet’s neck. He doesn’t move after that, knowing he has to be up early for the scariest meeting of his life. Minho holds him tight while he falls asleep, keeping him close through the night.

Minho comes with them in the morning, Chan stepping into their manager’s office at exactly 9am. The three of them trail behind their leader, nervous.

Jisung admires how fearless Chan is as he steps right up to her desk. She stares up at him, arms crossed. “You have created the most intense PR crisis I have ever seen in my life,” she says, cocking her head to the side.

“We didn’t do a thing, this was all your shit that caused this,” Chan barks at her. “We want out of the contract.”

“Well,” their manager starts, sneering at him. “If it were up to me I’d keep you stuck here for the next few years. I’d make you work off every penny you just cost us. Lucky for you, it isn’t up to me and the investors want you gone, so we’ve drafted an agreement.” She slides a folder across her desk to Chan. “But we need an answer by Monday.”

Jisung’s shocked, if he’s honest. None of them crack a smile, knowing anything could lie in the pages of the agreement, but he feels a little lighter knowing he’s got a chance to get out of this.

When they turn to leave, their manager speaks up again. “Oh, Han? Keeping your mouth shut is much easier than what you’ll have to go through to clear your name after all of the dust has settled.”

Han shrugs lightly, offering her a small smile. “At least it’ll be my choice to do it.” He turns and follows Minho out of the room.

The next few days are a blur while they go over the terms of the contract and make new demands. By Monday night they’re huddled around a table with the people who used to make up their team and all parties are signing, agreeing to all the terms to separate 3Racha from the label. The notice about it is posted before they’ve even left the building.

Changbin and Chan’s phones start to blow up right away, but not one of them misses how Jisung’s phone stays silent.

“I’m happy you’re out now,” Minho tells him once all four of them are curled up on his couches. Chan and Changbin are texting back all the people wishing them well as Jisung scrolls through Netflix. “Me too. I’m just scared about what it means for all of us, you know? Where do we go from here?”

“A million other labels would love to have you,” the brunet says quietly. “Or we could start our own,” Chan says, and the other three turn to stare.

“Our own?” Changbin asks, frowning. “Yeah, I mean… we can do everything ourselves anyway. The writing and producing we have on lock, and I know choreographers, directors, creatives…” Chan trails off, thinking for a moment. “Yeah. We could do it.”

They all fall quiet, looking at each other. Jisung thinks about how he would usually panic in a scenario like this, but with his thigh pressed firmly against Minho’s and his two best friends by his side, he feels like maybe he can do anything. “I think we should,” he says, eyes sparkling.

“Yeah?” Asks Chan, smiling at him. “Yeah.”

So they do. Weeks turn into months and before they know it, it’s nearly been a year since they split from their label. All four of them are sitting around a table at their favourite bar. They’ve turned this place into their official hangout spot over the past few months, so the waiters know to keep the drinks coming. A few faces have joined their crew, members of the team they’ve built for 3Racha Entertainment.

Jisung finds himself seated across from Felix, head choreographer, and Changbin. They’ve been lip-locked for what feels like hours and he and Minho are trying to break it up by throwing napkins at the two of them. It isn’t working.

“I can’t keep going like this, Ji. If I have to watch this for another second I’m going to combust,” Minho whines, burying his face in his hands. Jisung hears Seungmin, the head of PR, laugh from somewhere down the table. When he looks over, he sees the younger boy lean against Chan, a hand on his thigh.

Hyunjin, their head stylist, elbows him roughly to grab his attention. “Are you going to finish your drink? Jeongin disappeared, I don’t think we’ll ever get another drink again.” Jisung slides his cup towards Hyunjin, laughing. “Last I saw, he went to change so he can come to hang out,” Minho says, voice still muffled by his hands. Jisung curls his fingers around Minho’s wrist, tugging gently.

Jeongin, their favourite bartender, slides into the seat at the head of the table. “There he is!” Chan grins, standing. “Now that we’re all here, I want to raise a toast.” The eldest boy holds up his drink and the seven other boys crowding the table do the same.

“To a brand new beginning! And to the family we’ve built along the way. I can’t wait to do this with all of you.” Chan smiles proudly at all of them, and Jisung’s chest swells. “Cheers to that,” he says, clinking his glass against Minho’s.

The sound of everyone’s glasses knocking together has Jisung’s eyes watering. “Everything okay, Ji?” Minho asks, curling an arm around him. “Too much tequila,” he lies, face growing hotter. “Mmm, my crybaby,” the older coos, kissing Jisung’s temple.

“I’m gonna get some air before I start bawling,” he laughs as he stands. Minho stands, too. “I’m coming with. I don’t want to see Changbin sucking on Felix’s tongue anymore.”

The two of them head outside the bar, sitting on the curb. “Really, are you alright?” Minho cups his cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. Jisung leans into his touch, nodding a little. “Overwhelmed,” he mumbles, scooting closer.

The brunet nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Wanna go home?”

“Nah, I’m just…happy. If you’d told me last year that things would end up like this, I don’t think I would’ve believed you.”

Minho laughs lightly at that. “I did tell you, baby.”

“And I didn’t believe you!” Jisung shoots back, giggling. The older boy pulls him closer, grinning. “You didn’t, that’s true.”

They steal kisses from each other in their few moments of peace, only pulling apart when a girl approaches them. “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you… Are you Han Jisung?”

He looks up at her with wide eyes. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“Do you think I could get a picture with you? I’m a huge fan.” She’s trembling slightly, a shy smile on her face. He buffers for a moment before his brain registers what she said. “A picture? Of course.”

He stands shakily, smiling brightly at her. “What’s your name?” He asks, curling an arm around her shoulders for the picture. She tells him before leaning in a little closer, smiling and snapping a photo. Jisung is reeling as she thanks him again and scurries away. “Did she say she’s a big fan?” He asks, looking down at Minho.

The older boy has his phone out, having taken dozens of pictures of the interaction. “She did! Your very first fan interaction, huh?”

“My first good one, at least…” He holds his hand out to Minho to help him up, smiling brightly. “That was so exciting, I can’t believe it.”

Jisung gushes about it for the rest of the night. Nobody at the table teases him for it, knowing what he’s had to go through to get to this moment.

As Minho loads the last boxes of his things into Jisung’s living room, the blond gets a call from an unknown number. He would ignore a call like this on any other day but something in his gut tells him this call might be an important one.

His feeling is confirmed when a shaky voice on the other end answers his greeting. “Jisung, sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

His heart hammers against his ribcage, his face going pale. “Mom?”

“I didn’t know, and I should've. I’m sorry I fell for it, I thought I knew you better than that.” His mom is crying into the phone, voice breaking. Minho is watching him with wide eyes.

“No, Mom… It’s not your fault. It all happened the way they designed it. I didn’t want to drag you into it, so I just pushed you away.”

“I should’ve known. I should’ve known that wasn’t you.” He can hear her gasping for breath between words and his stomach twists. “There was no way you could’ve known…”

“I just called to say I love you and that I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I should’ve known.” Jisung can feel her shuddering breaths in his bones, tears pricking at his eyes. “I don’t blame you for a second. Thank you, Mom.”

“I love you, sweetheart. I miss you, come home soon?”

“Yeah. I love you too…” His throat closes around the words, his lower lip trembling. “Mom, I have to go, I’m in the middle of moving. We’ll talk soon, alright?”

“Okay. Talk soon.” She sniffs right before she hangs up, leaving Jisung stunned.

“That was your mom?” Minho asks, biting his lip nervously. “It was. She called to apologize for not being there while everything was happening, but…”

“But what? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I don’t know, I think so, but I’m kind of hurt, I think.” Jisung blinks a couple times, trying to get his thoughts to settle.

Minho approaches him slowly, slipping his arms around his waist. “I think you earned a little hurt in all of this, no?” He presses tender kisses to both sides of the younger boy’s face.

Jisung tries to hide the smile tugging at his lips but it’s no use. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You can accept her apology without jumping right back in. Especially considering how long it took her to reach out, I think that would be okay.” Minho looks at him so tenderly, causing Jisung’s heart to hammer against his rib cage. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know.” Minho steals one last kiss from him before pulling away. “Now help me move the books, they’re too heavy.” Minho gestures vaguely towards the boxes he packed far too full of books.

Jisung gets to work, feeling grateful he has somebody like Minho to help him through all of this.

As the younger boy slides the books onto his bookshelf, slotted between his own CD collection, the brunet wraps his arms around him from behind.

Jisung smiles lightly, leaning into his touch a little. “I’m happy you’re moving in,” he says quietly. Minho hums in acknowledgment, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s shoulder. “Me the fuck too.”

“I’m also glad this means I get 24/7 access to the cats.”

“Soonie will keep himself out of reach at all times still, baby.”

“Yeah, well, I can dream, can’t I?” Minho laughs in response, giving him a squeeze. “I guess so. I’m gonna order us some dinner, keep working hard.”

Jisung misses his touch the second he disappears to make the order.

All eight of them find themselves crouched around Chan’s laptop the day they announce their new venture. Hyunjin is carrying on about how nervous he is as Chan publishes the official announcement of the launch of 3Racha Entertainment.

Minho has his arms wrapped tightly around Jisung, chin hooked over his shoulder. The younger boy has his hands clasped over Minho’s around his middle, leaning back against him. Jisung lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding as his friends erupt into excited chatter around him.

He can’t hear a thing except for Minho’s voice in his ear. “I’m so proud of you, Ji,” he says quietly. The blond’s skin heats up quickly, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

“I never could’ve done it without you.” He turns in Minho’s arms, curlings his fingers into the older boy’s shirt and pressing chaste kisses to his lips. “You could’ve, but I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They savour the few moments that they get to themselves before their friends start demanding their attention. Chan pulls Jisung aside as the rest of the group absorbs Minho into their conversation.

“How are you feeling, Jisung-ah?” He smiles lightly at Jisung, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m nervous, maybe even shitting myself, but I’m ready for this.”

Chan laughs, nodding. “Yeah, me too. Are you happy you did it, though?”

“I couldn’t be happier. Thank you, Chan.” Jisung smiles brightly at the older boy who shrugs lightly. “I’m glad you let me in, Ji. I missed my best friend.” Chan pinches his cheek gently, a fond look in his eyes. “I missed you too, man. You know-”

“Jisungie! Can you vouch for my sick beatboxing skills?” Jeongin yells from the huddle a few feet away. Jisung grimaces and pats Chan’s shoulder before joining the group. “I could but I’d be a filthy liar,” he says, earning a good laugh from his friends. Warmth spreads throughout his chest at the sound.

He locks eyes with Minho across the huddle and smiles lightly. Minho smiles back, slipping out of his spot so he can stand next to Jisung instead. He thinks about how lucky he is to have found his people.

A year ago, Jisung had been at his lowest. He’d been completely alone and entirely afraid of what was in store for him. He’s shocked that now he’s surrounded by people he loves, who love him back unconditionally.

Minho’s thumb brushes his cheek as he leans in to whisper into his ear. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“I’ve never been better,” Jisung says quietly. His face is hot, tears pricking at his eyes, but he sends Minho his brightest smile. Minho smiles back, knowing he means it.

Felix’s hand finds his back, too. “Are you crying? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” He grins as he teases him, and the jab draws the attention of the other boys standing around them.

They all coo and pinch at Jisung, teasing relentlessly about the tears now finding their way down his cheeks. He whines, smacking at their hands. “Leave him alone you vultures,” Minho snaps playfully, pulling Jisung in close.

The younger boy laughs against his skin, embarrassed he’s been caught. Chan squeezes into the huddle between Felix and Jisung, patting his back. “We’re happy you’re here, Ji.”

“I am too,” he mumbles. Minho holds him a little tighter as Changbin punches Jisung’s side gently. “We love you, dude.”

“I know.” And he does. He could spend forever with these people, he thinks.

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myverycoolproject · 2 years ago

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Designing my final boss

This is my planning for the final boss of the game.

What is a final boss?

Is the boss you face off against at the end of the game. Story wise, they are the reason for the player’s journey that is the final challenge to end the game. These are unique enemies with more health than regular enemies.

This is me looking at all the final bosses of the souls borne series, my favourite being Gehrman because he is so cool and one of the best bosses in Bloodborne. He’s not too difficult as I beat him first try but he can brutal if your not careful.

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I then decided that I wanted to make my final boss difficult so I looked at a list of difficult bosses. What I learnt from this list is that to make a hard boss is large damage outputs, damage sponges and a healing mechanic to make them extra annoying.

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This was a list for some of the hardest bosses in souls series (Demon souls, dark souls and Bloodborne). I learnt that what makes these bosses hard is their damage outputs, long move sets containing some damaging moves and something that makes them hard e.g. multiple phases, less damage in certain spots, etc.

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With these in mind, I created my final boss: The creator, leader of the scythers and is sort of like a god of robots or something. I aim to have him have at least three phases: the first one being a joke and tricking the player into thinking it will be an easy battle. The second phase will be real and a lot more harder, depending on what abilities the player used in the first phase the boss will have ways to counter them. The final phase will be a grand conclusion with the player being able to use an item to become much more stronger and the boss becoming much more harder.

I wanted a seated bosses for the first phase like Urizen from devil may cry 5, where he would just sit there and launch projectiles at you. For the other phases, I wanted him standing up and being all over place with crazy moves and combos, a lot like Urizen’s final form: Vergil.

I want his backstory to be sad and show his descent into evil. I want him to be the first person to be reincarnated in the new world during the war of shadow, he was also a shadowling. He wandered the fabled lands until a group of humans came upon him and tried to kill him, thinking hew was hostile. He tried to run away but was cornered, nowhere to go, until he unleashed a hidden power became the opposite: a body made of light with two black eyes. This power tore a hole in the fabric of space and he was transported to Algerious, which was a long abandoned. He didn’t know what happened but then a voice in his head told him to destroy the fabled lands, if he did then he could go home. When he was human, he was a proud engineer so he started up Algerious and built himself a body. His new power allowed him to turn gems into powerful magical stones, which he calls ‘light tears’ these being the things that power the scythers. For years, he spent building up the scyther army and planning out an invasion, so one day he could complete the mission given to him by who he calls God.

These are some design I made with Dall.e, the prompt being ‘A giant robot god with blue lights and wielding a sword’. These were my three favourites.

I love this one as it really awesome, with the colour scheme and I like the added spear, which makes him look even cooler. Just the design makes him look like a proper boss you would face off against.

This one isn’t a full body but either way he looks cool. His blue sword does look really good (even though it does need a little bit of work) and his design looks really menacing, his head especially reminds me of Megatron from Transformers.

I like this one because it looks more like a suit of armour than a robot, the sword is really cool though. The background also makes him look so much more cooler, I think it’s a blizzard or something and it just makes him look super intimidating.

All three of these design look cool, But I think the first and third ones are my favourite because they just look like proper bosses. For an overall design, I think a mix of both would look cool.

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thedeespot · 1 year ago

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We are lonely....

Of late I have been on a mission to be less of a burden and to deal with my own shit silently, on my own. Boy, that sometimes seems like the best decision in terms of keeping your peace and not finding yourself in a pointless confrontation however it has a much bigger NEGATIVE impact in future.

The self-repairing machine, just like the body, which honestly does repair itself given the right environment and the right foods, so does the mind. We have taught ourselves to tolerate so much bullshit that we are so immune to it, when something terrible happens, we go with the flow as if it’s a norm, but later on that shit comes back and haunts you and you find yourself taking medication just to help you sleep, because when you are sleeping, for a moment you forget the trauma you have been through and that’s the only time you practice being still.

I had a conversation with one of my close friends and she asked me if it makes us stupid whenever we find ourselves in situations that would usually see us set the house on fire but instead the reaction, we give off is one of calm and seemingly “unbothered”, I then responded and said no it makes us peaceful. Later on, I thought about my response and I thought, actually, no, being silent is a slow killer. You will never know the other side of the story; you’re only going to think that your version of events is the only truth and then you end up resenting someone wrongfully because you never really found out what their version of the story is. I find myself doing this a lot of time in romantic relationships, I get turned off really quickly more especially if you’re doing somethings I’ve expressed numerous times that it hurts me or makes me feel a negative emotion, if you carry on, I’m more likely to focus my energy on something else that has absolutely nothing to do with you and I move on, I move on having said nothing to nobody, until someone brings it up in conversation and then the worst part, I become drawn to that person because I feel seen, then honestly the rest is history. It’s that history that will have you calling someone else outside of your relationship, asking for advice and then advice turns into a catch up over drinks, the drinks turn into lunch and at the end of the day, you end up being the dinner. Now I’m not condoning cheating and toxic behaviour but if you carry on keeping silent especially when it has to do with relationship, you will find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible with you.

Silence and loneliness in any relationship can kill the romance dismally. Sometimes it feels like you will never be able to go back to loving your partner the way you used to and you even end up craving someone else, so many times I’ve found myself thinking that what some of my ex’s have put me through is much more better than what I go through on a daily, late reaction to “rather the devil you know”, I go as far as even saying it with my own mouth, “I wish I had someone else” and please understand in that moment I’m not lying (I’m not going to come on here and encourage with lies) I almost want to say I long for what I see online and regardless of my knowledge that nothing is as it seems online, but it is so desirable especially when you are just in the winter phase of love.

Being in self-repairing mode will make you believe that you are much happier when you are alone, I heard someone saying that intelligent women are usually single, but we were never created to be alone. The intelligence could also be applied on effective communication and being open to healthy love. Women are single because of fear of being hurt, manipulated and humiliation. Women love harder than they are meant to, we are loud and bold but we are not clowns, hence why you are going to find many women who have worked hard for their mental health and careers single. A woman who has built an empire from ground up is not about to give that up for a good morning text, a couple of “I love you” here and there and side chick stalkers, she would rather keep her peace and distance, that then informs her that she can make it alone (which she can by the way) but we were still not created to be alone.

So go crazy, no matter how stupid you might think something is, talk about it, if not with your partner, with a trusted somebody who will always direct you back to your relationship but also has equipped you to face the mountain. No point in keeping quiet, it makes you grow cold towards the person you are in the storm with and makes you open to the demons that will fill the void buy leave you in an even bigger mess. Talk it out ALWAYS, never let it grow old in your mind because the danger of keeping secrets that kill you inside, they reflect outside in your behaviour. I used to laugh at the idea of having a shrink (don’t come for me, this is an informal platform) until at 25 years I picked up that my patterns in relationship has a lot to do with the trauma I went through when I was very young, young as 6 years and those past experience still come through till date but because I have been talking and dealing with what I’ve gone through and been going through, it’s so easy to pick up when I am falling into the dark space that trauma throws us in. Never protect the feelings of another person when it comes to expressing how you feel, I’M NOT SAYNG BREAK A PERSON UP WHEN YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT WHAT BROKE YOU but never be afraid to talk it out, you may come off as crazy, insecure or even confrontational, so be it. If it matters to you, it matters period. Protecting yourself from being labelled as crazy is killing yourself mentally. Nature your spirit man and your mental health, nobody else will do it for you because we are busy with ourselves and our own shit, not that we don’t want to help but yoh we all going through our own era’s (that’s another thing, allow people to enjoy their positive eras even when you are going through the most, nobody owes you a positive mindset, even those who have hurt you) Whatever it takes for you to realize the happiness and peace WITHIN YOU, go for it.

Do You

For You

Love you lots honey

Happy Sondag lala

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