#this is very short too SKSKSK

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[rebeltigera]

I find v! Wukong and p! Macaque ship kinda funny because like, p! Mac is like two people in one body type situation right ( I might be wrong since I have goldfish brain) that means Mac affection for Wukong is so strong that LBD's hatred for Wukong is just gone

In a VERY short way to put it -

P!Mac is a fusion of both of em - But mainly in control is Mac. Well, whatever was left of him that is . P!Mac if fusion of whatever was left of them both after 1000 years of being sealed together by Wukong and the Pilgrims. THere are no 2 minds in one head, there is not 2 concious beings in this body, there's only one.

(LBD possessed Mac, they got stuck for a 1000 yr , they both were on the verge of dying , well it didn't work out , they got fused, bam you have P!Mac.)

P!Mac absolutely HATES his Wukong. His ex-mate, his King , his doom. That's not only LBD . SO , why not do a cleanup of the world and start from that simian? That's what happens in P!Mac's story in normal circumstances In Normal circumstances Mac DIE at the end of the story That is his destiny , that is my will, that is will of the universe. That's his canon. And P!Mac knows about it. He is accepting that fate.

...

And then V!Wukong appears .

and that's the only reason why P!Mac is alive n well.

(V!Wuk timelines are freaking great sksksks)

And it's not like P!Mac love V!Wuk (he wouldn't name it that way) . He is too mad. He find him useful- very risky, desireable , and the best way to keep V!Wukong around is not by doing him harm but to give him waht he want.

This man needed to die a couple of times just to prove he'd be USEFUL to P!Mac cuz the first time they met up P!mac almost died from his hand and he bolted the shit out of the place, away from him .

That is a guilty pleasure ship , don't judge

[dseval]

New AU? 🤔🤔

(This drawing took several years of my life, i think. Had fun but I wasn't a pro artist, sorry color theorists)

I made a joke UTMV AU based on Blue Archive, as a joke, said joke took too many effort now to just be called a joke. Decided to post it on Tumblr because I guess I need Social Media sometimes. The AU is based off Blue Archive (heavily) and To Aru Kagaku no Railgun (loosely). Interested in this long idea dump?

Under the cut.

(logo made with the Blue Archive Logo Generator, this is also a joke name)

ArchiveVerse, or I would personally abbreviate it as ArchV or ArcV for the remaining of this post, is a UTMV AU, where all the characters are our favourite skeleton: Sans but from multiple AUs. It is heavily based off Blue Archive, borrowing a lot of concepts— and loosely from To Aru Kagaku No Railgun.

Side note, i do not actually watch To Aru, nor do I play Blue Archive anymore. So several stuff are definitely made up.

This is literally my second post ever on Tumblr.

The joke concept image that started it all...

I'm sorry for the terrible artwork sksksks

Do note ahead that this AU is made in-and-out of art block, so some information and designs are inconsistent throughout the post. Everything is also written in Comic Sans MS, as a joke.

The Academy City

Do not take this AU seriously, it's just a slice of life thing. (Unless)

The academy city is occupied with students, nobody is an adult. However there are complete facilities in the city, like malls, restaurants, etc. Some students work in these facilities, but most of the time they are ran by robots/artificial intelligence.

In the heart of the city, rests the Omega Tower, which, hypothetically, kept the city running. It is occupied by the General Student Council. The Academy City itself is shrouded in mystery.

There are four academies in the city, each with their own districts:

(Thanks to an irl friend for helping me design and clean up the logos ♡)

Each student belongs to their own unique academy, though students can be promoted and enrolled from OPS to either Ordenance or Paradigm if they possess the qualities of excellence. Students who have already been in Juvenile Containment aren't allowed enrollment in Ordenance or Paradigm.

Here are several more fun facts about the academies:

Juvie students are still allowed to go out of their district, though this depends. If the student has a light sentence and hasn't committed any heavy crimes, they're allowed to go pretty much everywhere (unless they're banned in certain locations). Any student can go in and out freely if they have a pass.

There are no teachers, the students learn from text books and videos, though they still attend class.

Even if students come from different academies, they're still allowed to visit and make friends with students from other academies.

The Omega Public School district is the largest district among all academies, and each and every student has their own house, as opposed to the other academies' dormitory system.

Only the Paradigm Academy has a standard uniform. Ordenance students have a dress code, OPS is free to wear whatever. While Juvie students must still wear the uniform of the academy they are once associated with.

Students/Characters

A list of basically every student I have somewhat designed for this AU. Each student has their own unique halo, and their own unique powers, which I have put in the sheets. It also includes a short backstory.

However, they're, uh, pretty shabby. This is the most I have designed for a joke (what the hell). Some are well-made, though i faltered around the end. So please zoom in to see text more clearly.

Friendly note that Nightmare's bones isn't covered in goop in this AU, see the very very first Illustration on top of this post to see what I mean. They also have wings. Nightmare's wings are broken and a bit ugly here and there, while Dream's wings are white and pristine. Can they fly? Take a guess.

Guys I love Reaper but I suck at drawing him Im sorry

Halo designs are not final. Also, rest assured, these three are not the only members of the GSC.

Each student has their own special power. So far, I... Literally have nothing to say about these powers, except a few things:

They can manifest from emotions. For example, when Horror is flustered, smoke can come out of the crack of his skull. Or when Dust is nervous, he gets 'cold feet,' A.K.A the ground under his feet turns to ice. Cross also has lightning fizzle out of his fingers when he's nervous or surprised.

They can channel their powers to a weapon, though it's not necessary.

Welp, that was fun. I have fun making this AU (even if it's unlikely anyone will see it). Thanks, guys, have a nice day.

Credits (please tell me if I missed anyone, or misspelled anything):

Undertale by Toby Fox

Nightmare and Dream Sans by Jokublog

Dust Sans by Ask-Dusttale blog

Killer Sans by Rahafwabas

Horror Sans by SourAppleStudios

Cross Sans by Jakei

Epic Sans by Yugogeer012

Color Sans by superyoumna

Delta Sans by AnimatedZorox

Ink Sans by Comyet/Mye bi

Error Sans and Geno by CrayonQueen/LoverofPiggies

Reaper Sans by Renrink

[cconfusedkat]

Finally ,,, more proper Sozo ref without a bunch of text (<- very guilty of that)

Anyways ,, I've been Very normal about him the past few days (i blame blahaj)

For when hes able to recover ++ heal , he actually becomes the cult's doctor after quite some time ,, from being Hubre's (follower oc) assistant to having her be Sozo's assistant is rlly funny to me with the switchup sksksks

The switch up between clothes was smth i wanted to enuciate too—yellow and pink hues rather than a continous theme of blue and red hues,, i wanted to show that Sozo has moved on past the infection / addiction ,, he's definitely gotten better mentally with getting back into doctor stuff ++ archeology c: he never plans on running a cult again cuz hes afraid of losing his mind again

Now for height comparison of followers;

Leshy thought he was the tallest of the cult! Not after sozo arrived 😭 . Sozo is freakishly tall all cuz of genetics ,, his family members were WAY taller than him,, so seeing people this short ++ below him came off as a surprise cuz /sozo/ was the one who was short in the family

Okay thats all i can think of for now i think?? Im happy with his redesign nd being able to redo his color palette C:

TIL NEXT TIME 🫡🫡🫡 I rlly wanna draw some more sozolamb stuff so be on the lookout bc their relationship is my favorite thing Ever as of recent AAAAAA💥💥💥

[drabbles-mc]

Curbside Service

Luca x GN!Reader (ft. Marcus)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo Square: bakery

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: au where Luca runs his own bakery, my beloved. this is retaliatory insanity aimed directly at @narcolini and i simply have nothing else to say about it sksksk.

The Bear Taglist: @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

For as much as Luca typically relished the hour or so at the very start of the day that he had to himself, he had to admit that he didn’t quite mind Marcus being there with him. He wasn’t expecting him to want to show up before five—he wouldn’t have blamed him for it either. Luca enjoyed the small hours of the morning because of the silence and peace that they afforded him. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Marcus had the same sense of quiet, same calmness about him that was so rare to find in the kitchen. Luca really hadn’t known what to expect when Carmy broached the topic of sending someone his way. The memories of what it was like with Carmy in the kitchen were still clear in the back of his mind, and for as much as he respected Carmy, enjoyed the push that he got from him to be better, Luca was still painfully aware of the energy that he carried with him. He’d been preparing for more of the same, would do it gladly if it was Carmy asking, but he couldn’t deny the relief in him when he met Marcus and felt the easy-going energy he seemed to exude.

“Chef,” Marcus said in greeting as he passed through the kitchen.

Luca nodded, not looking up from his measurements as he listened to Marcus stroll by him to go and put his things away. “Morning, Chef.”

That was all the two of them said for a bit. Marcus came back out, tying his apron into place as he did. He found his place beside Luca and picked up right where Luca was leaving off. It was a routine that they’d found themselves getting comfortable in over the last few days. They would do their work, soak up the peace and quiet. Every now and then they’d chat, but it always felt purposeful when they did—it wasn’t just for the sake of filling the silence.

“Make up the next batch of these, Chef?” Luca asked, wiping his hands on his apron as he got ready to move onto the next part of his daily prep.

Marcus nodded, knowing that the question was only phrased as such to be polite. “Yes, Chef.”

He stepped away, making his way over to where he knew all of the baking supplies were kept. He didn’t have it memorized the same way that he did at The Beef—The Bear, but for how short his time there had been he was doing alright. He scanned the shelves, going back and raking over them again when he didn’t see what he was looking for, then once more even slower when the second through yielded no results. He didn’t want to ask for assistance if the answer was looking him in the face.

When he was fairly certain it just wasn’t there, Marcus took a deep breath. “Chef?”

“Yea?”

“Um. You guys got a secret back room you forgot to tell me about?”

Luca chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“Because if you don’t, we’re out of flour.”

The kitchen was silent for a moment as Luca stopped what he was doing and made his way over to Marcus. For five long seconds it was just the two of them looking at the empty storage shelves. Marcus felt himself tensing up, not knowing how this was going to end up. He knew how this would end up playing out in Chicago, but they were a long ways away from there now.

“Well,” Luca let out a quiet laugh, “looks like we’re out of flour, then.”

The genuine ease in his voice made the tension instantly disappear from Marcus’s shoulders. He laughed, too, before jokingly saying, “Guess we should just close up?”

Luca laughed a little harder at that. “Yea, quit while we’re ahead.” He shook his head. “I’ll make a call in a bit. Been too busy—didn’t realize the delivery hadn’t come through yet.”

Marcus nodded. “Heard.” He paused. “Now what?”

Luca shrugged. “Onto the next.” He nodded towards the doors that led out into the customer side of the bakery. “You can start on front of the house.”

He agreed without hesitation, the way that he always did in the kitchen. “Yes, Chef.”

Luca kept a loose eye on the clock while he did whatever else he could of the prep for the day. The delay was going to put them behind, but not in any way that wasn’t going to be manageable. In the back of his mind he was aware that the people who filtered in and out of the shop most likely wouldn’t even notice as long as there was something in the display case.

When it was finally late enough, he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans. Scrolling through his contacts, he made it down to the list of miscellaneous vendors he’d collected over the years. Once he dialed, he leaned back against the counter, phone pinned to his ear as he watched the timer ticking down on the oven.

“Hello?” you answered, sounding frazzled even though the day had hardly gotten started. It was going around, apparently.

“Hey, uh, sorry,” Luca didn’t recognize the voice, and for a moment he thought he’d called the wrong number. It took him a moment to recover and say, “Just calling about a delivery.”

“Okay, sure. What about it?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Never showed up.”

“Shit,” you said before you could stop yourself. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, not that he could see you do it. “Sorry. Sorry.”

He smiled, not that you could see it. “It’s alright.”

“Okay. Right. Sorry.” You were trying to get your papers together, dig through the mess of a situation that had been left behind on the desk in the office. “Give me a second to get…get it together.” You heard him let out something between a hum and a laugh, but he didn’t say anything in response. Giving you the second you’d asked for, you assumed. Taking a deep breath, you finally said, “Alright. Sorry about that. What delivery were you looking for?”

The two of you went back and forth for a minute. You asked him some basic questions as you went through the papers, the orders that were pulled up on the computer screen in front of you. Then, sure enough, you found what you were looking for—a delivery that was supposed to have happened two days prior.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, pressing the heel of your free palm against your forehead. “Raf’s out and it threw a wrench into everything and his office is a mess so I’ve been trying to figure it out and some stuff, clearly, went through the cracks.”

“It’s alright. Blame it on Raf, yea?”

You laughed, feeling a little relieved at the ease with which he was handling the situation, but still anxious underneath it all. “Believe me, I will.” Leaning back in your chair, you tried to think about what your schedule looked like for the day. “I can run it over now?”

“What?”

“The flour. I can run it over to you if that works.”

“I can send my—”

“It’s fine. We usually bring it to you anyway. That’s,” you chuckled nervously, “that’s kind of the whole point, yea?”

Luca was nodding even though you couldn’t see him. Part of him wanted to say not to worry about it, that clearly you’ve got enough shit on your plate to try and handle. But he also knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be offering to do the same thing.

“Right. You have the address?”

“Um,” you looked over the order form on the screen, “yes.”

“See you in a bit, then.”

You let out a short sigh, glad that things didn’t implode like you thought they were going to when you picked up the phone. “See you in a bit.”

It wasn’t long before Luca heard Marcus calling back to him from the front of the bakery. “Chef?”

“Yea!” Luca called back as he started walking towards the door, fairly certain what it was about.

“Someone’s pulling up?”

“Yea,” Luca said with a laugh as he walked out of the kitchen and into retail side of the bakery, “the person letting you get the rest of your prep done, Chef.”

Marcus’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly started to follow in Luca’s footsteps, hardly even a stride behind him. Luca flipped the lock and pushed the glass doors of the bakery open. Reaching, he used his foot to drag out the doorstop to prop open the door on one side, Marcus taking the cue to do the same on the other.

“Wow,” you said with a laugh as you hopped out of the delivery van, “all hands on deck, huh?”

Luca flashed a quick grin as you strode up to him. “Make your life a little easier.”

Your brows furrowed for a moment as you registered the voice. “Luca? We spoke on the phone?”

“That was me,” he held his hand out for you to shake as he nodded towards the other man who had walked out with him, “And that’s Marcus.”

The morning had been such a whirlwind that until you felt the firm grasp Luca had on your hand, the warmth seeping from his palm into yours, your brain hadn’t slowed down enough to even register who you were really looking at. But then your eyes locked with his and every racing thought in your brain came to a screeching halt.

He broke off the handshake, an easy smile on his face as he nodded towards the van. “Thanks for this.”

“Yea, yea,” you worked harder than you should’ve had to just to get another word out, “no problem. Sorry,” you laughed nervously, “sorry it didn’t get here two days ago.”

Then it was just the two of you standing there. The concept of time was completely lost on you. It could’ve been seconds or hours as far as you were concerned. The only thing that alerted you to time passing at all was the sound of Marcus clearing his throat as he stood in the doorway of the bakery.

“These going in the usual spot?” he asked Luca, bag of flour held securely in his arms.

Luca looked back at him for a brief moment, nodding. “Yes, Chef. Thank you.”

Once Marcus nodded in understanding, Luca turned right back to you. You found yourself shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans just to keep from fidgeting with them. This was just supposed to be a quick delivery, and another quick apology, but now it felt like you couldn’t move.

“Raf’s out?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Yea.” You looked at Luca, saw the traces of concern on his face, and you shook your head. “Oh, don’t feel bad for him. He got hurt doing something stupid with his mates over the weekend. Messed up,” you gestured to your leg, “his entire shit.”

Luca chuckled, as much at your explanation as at your annoyance. You made it look good, somehow. “Left you holding the bag?”

You held your arms out. “Looks that way.”

“Still made it, though,” he said with a half-grin, like he was trying to soften the blow of it all for you.

“Two days late,” you said, almost like a joke even though it was the truth, “but we got here.”

You were vaguely aware of the fact that Marcus was still making trips back and forth with the bags of flour. You knew that you should let Luca go. You’d already put them behind schedule enough for not getting them what they needed when they actually needed it. But Luca didn’t seem like he was in that much of a hurry and if he wasn’t rushing off neither were you. You’d be willing to let the rest of your manager’s business crumble for a bit if it meant standing out on the sidewalk in the grey light of the early morning talking to a baker whose hair couldn’t have looked that good when he woke up in the morning.

“You’re not new,” he said it like a statement, but there was an unsaid question in there somewhere. He shook his head. “Never seen you, though.”

You shrugged. “Usually in the warehouse.”

“All the heavy lifting.”

Marcus butt into the conversation for a moment. “Least someone does the heavy lifting.”

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips. You covered your mouth with your hand, like that would unmake the sound. Neither of them gave you time to wonder if there was tension there, because Luca smiled and Marcus laughed.

“Be there in a minute,” Luca called over his shoulder. Even not knowing him, you could tell that there wasn’t any sense of urgency to his voice. It would be more than a minute.

Marcus mumbled something under his breath. It was too muffled for you to hear, but Luca must’ve, because the slick grin on his face got a little wider. Whatever mumbled shorthand they’d developed was effective. You watched Luca shake his head.

“I don’t wanna hold you up,” you said. It was a formality, of course—you’d hold him up all day if he let you.

He shook his head, the lack of hesitation almost making you want to believe him. “No, you’re good. It’s alright.”

You tilted your head, cocking one eyebrow. “Is it?”

“We’re already behind, you know?”

You laughed. “That makes it alright?”

He shrugged. “A bit.”

You wanted to say that you hated how the way he was looking at you made your whole face feel hot, heat creeping down the column of your throat despite the cool morning air. You wanted to hate it, wanted to think it was ridiculous because it absolutely was, but you didn’t. You watched him run his hand over all the patchwork tattoos that he had and you knew that you would waste away the entire day right there on the sidewalk. Waste his entire day too.

“When’s Raf back?” he asked.

You huffed, shaking your head. “Who fucking knows?” You laughed but you really didn’t have any idea.

“Then back to the warehouse, yea?”

“Hope so—his office gives me anxiety just thinking about it,” you said, chuckling at the truth of it.

“Organized chaos.”

“Nothing organized about it,” you fired back, trying not to laugh because the state of that room really was beyond the reaches of your nightmares.

You didn’t know why it felt so easy. You didn’t know what was so disarming about him. It wasn’t even seven in the morning and his apron already had steaks going down it, probably the last of the flour that they had before running out because of the delivery you hadn’t made yet. No on in their right mind should look as ready and happy about the day as he did, but there he was anyway. Mellowed out and positive in the face of it all.

“You should come by again,” he said, tone level in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to achieve if the roles were reversed.

It sent a jolt through you but you tried to keep it together. “I’ll come through on time next time, at least,” you joked.

The ends of his mouth lifted into a tiny smile. “No, I mean just come by. Stop in. Doesn’t have to be at six in the morning.”

“But I get all your undivided attention this way,” you said, shocking yourself with how easily it rolled off your tongue. You hoped your face didn’t convey the surprise you felt.

If he picked up on it, he didn’t say anything about it. He let out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Your heart was pounding against the confines of your ribcage but you somehow managed to keep your voice level. “Right.”

There was the sound of one of the doors to the bakery clattering shut. Both you and Luca looked at the van to see Marcus lifting one of the last two bags of flour from the back of it. His gaze was fixed directly onto Luca as he said, “Last bag is yours, Chef. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Luca caught the way that Marcus’s serious façade cracked at the last minute, a grin on his face as he stepped into the bakery. Luca laughed as he called after him, “Thanks, Chef!”

You cleared your throat, trying to knock the dazed look off your face because you were certain it was painfully evident. “I’ll let you get to it, then.”

Luca nodded as he looked at you. “Alright, yea.” His eyes scanned over you and you tried not to think too much about the way that his smile grew just a little wider.

“Good luck with the heavy lifting,” you said with a laugh, white knuckling the keys in your pocket like they would keep you present in the moment rather than getting lost in the imaginary future scenarios that you were already conjuring up in your head.

“I think I’ll be alright,” he joked as he stepped over and grabbed the bag from the back of the van.

It was shameless and you knew it, the way your eyes shot straight to his arms. But he started it, right? He looked first. Fair was fair. When your eyes finally made their way back to his face the smirk pulling at his lips said everything that his words never would. He was a gentleman for that at least.

“You’ll be back though, right?” he asked.

You knew that he had the answer to that question already just from the look in his eyes. You indulged him by saying it out loud, though. Maybe you were indulging yourself too. “’Course, yea. Starting at six AM, right?”

He laughed, taking another step backwards towards the door. “I actually get here closer to four, if you’re ever—”

“I’m never,” you cut him off with a laugh. You shook your head, getting yourself together for a moment. “I’ll see you, Luca.”

He laughed, nodding. “See ya.”

He was inside and the bakery door was shut and locked behind him again before you even managed to put the van in drive. You gave the place one more look through your sideview mirror before finally pulling away. You would be shaking your head at yourself for the rest of the day, for sure. But it’d be worth it. Going back would be worth it too.

Luca strolled into the kitchen, not saying anything as he went to put the last of the delivery away.

Marcus was shaking his head as he worked his way through the prep that Luca had decided to put off just a little while longer. He wanted to try and sound annoyed but he started laughing before he could take a good stab at it. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

Luca was laughing too as he found his spot next to Marcus. “You had this under control just fine.”

“Like you’d know,” Marcus joked. “Too busy out there talking and not helping me with the two tons of flour you ordered.”

“Want me to pretend to be sorry?” he asked, laughing still.

Marcus shook his head. “Fucker.”

“Come on,” Luca feigned a serious tone, “Get to it—we’re behind on prep.”

The silence between them only lasted for another second before they both broke back down into laughter again.

[iridescent-solstice]

One might call Asra a very charismatic charmer, and they'd be so right. That's the only explanation available for how easily he managed to pull Helen into indulging him tonight.

With his parents spending more and more time at the shop lately, there wasn't nearly enough alone time as Asra preferred. But he knew it was only a matter of time before the palace called them back. So, he tried to be patient. Its always like this with her. More and more patience required every single day. Yet still he couldn't help but yearn for Helen's attention to be solely on him and him alone.

And how did he achieve that desire? By tugging at her love for colours of course

. . .

His low lidded eyes watch as her brows furrow in contemplation. Tongue sticking out slightly as she frets over the dried-up nail polish that won't apply properly. Breathing in softly to steady her shaky hands, she tries to paint an abominably vibrant range of colours on his nails. At his request, she is more than willing to commit a colour theory violation . . . Only for him though.

The brush ever so slightly touches the skin next to his nail making her hiss in frustration. Tightening her grip on his hand, she shoots him a glare, "stop moving, you're ruining my work." He shoots her a sheepish smile, "sorry my arm was falling asleep a little." Another white lie that falls so easily from his lips . . . The truth? He finds her irritation directed towards him very endearing.

(@graciebasie's oc has stolen my heart . . . and asra's too sksksks- This is a very short drabble cause I've been extremely tired as of lately, but I hope you like it nonetheless!)

[hexfloog]

(Episode 404, The Mysterious Angel's Mansion - pt. 2)

This little scene is probably one of my favorite DB interactions in the entire show -v- Everything from the way they got here— that is, Conan deliberately starting shit (and then throwing hands sksksk)— to the way they each react to the situation, to the eventual resolution and their implied state of their relationship with Conan...

To be fair, their dynamic is more than implied and we see it in action all the time, but rarely do we get to see anything apart from the reactionary, situational interactions necessitated by some external circumstance. Friends sometimes fight amongst themselves, kids even moreso, but the DB often get tangled in such dire, life-or-death situations that we usually don't get to evaluate the friendship beyond raw reactions to things like Genta nearly being shot, Mitsuhiko going missing, drivers taking off with Ayumi in the trunk, etc.

You could happily argue that this is just proof of strong relationships, because there's no time to premeditate anything and they're forced to be little balls of instinct-- and I would agree, but that's not the angle I'm taking with this scene.

Obviously, Conan is Team Mom, always spearheading the charge and guiding and looking after the others, but if the DB rarely hear Conan apologize for anything (as is the implication here), it fits right in with his character. He's a proud individual and having to even associate with children is, at least in the beginning of the series, embarrassing to him. Haibara even teases him a little afterwards with an observation that it's "tough" to motivate kids, possibly referring to the mental mountain he had to summit by admitting that he was wrong.

The only thing that could maybe make me like this scene more is if Conan's authenticity were less nebulous, but that same ambiguity is exactly what makes this scene appealing to me, too: reuniting the group by forcing a conflict to overcome despair and hopelessness and press onwards for the sake of someone else is, to Shinichi, probable justification to be both disingenuous or earnest about an apology, so I'm… well, I don't come away from this scene really knowing which one it is, and I... kind of love that. The series struggles with grey areas and I will absolutely take what I can get here

So does anyone think he meant it? Shinichi obviously cares about the children, so the natural answer is yes, but whether he's more or less honest about his apology has no bearing on the result— the kids stop fighting either way— so... at least in my head... there is no correct answer. It's left entirely to the viewer and just comes down to how you interpret his character: if he meant it, cool, the fact that he cares enough about the kids to put aside his pride for them is selfless and delightful; if he didn't, well... that's equally intriguing, isn't it? Maybe he's simply too proud to apologize and mean it, and the fight was just a means to an end (and nothing more) so that they could continue pursuing the solution to their dilemma... which could mean that Shinichi has an enduring problem prioritizing the mystery* over his peers (exactly the thing that got him into the Conan mess in the first place)...

This is a very short scene but goddamn if I don't enjoy the hell out of it. I love the kids and I wish they did more open-ended stuff with them like this (sobbing)

[headfullofpresley]

Take Me Home

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 9,2K

Summary: After finding out the masked hero you've been crushing on is your best friend, you realise it was never Spiderman that you've been in love with.

Warning(s): spiderman!Elvis, modern!Elvis, lil bit of angst, two idiots in love, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, fluff, both reader and El are in college, Spidey kiss!, smut; sex pollen (kind of dub!con), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. probably missed a few warnings, so lmk!

A/N: based on mostly tobey's and andrew's spiderman, but it's not necessary to be familiar with the movies to read this or whatsoever. anyways, tits out for spidey! sksksk bye. enjoy my luvs 🕷

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“No one can win every battle. But, no man should fall without a struggle.”

“Let me walk you home. It’s not safe out there this time of night,”

You knew your friends were right. New York wasn’t safe, but you were stubborn and eager to get home after a long day of classes and a shift at the coffee shop you worked at.

You were too much of a social butterfly to turn down your group of friends when they suggested go out for drinks – hence the reason why you still weren’t home after midnight.

“Joe, I’ll be fine. It’s only a short walk and I’ll call you as soon as I get home,” you told one of your closest friends, giving him your most convincing smile before you hugged him.

Joe knew how independent you were and that you were able to stand up for yourself if needed, so he nodded and let you go after you said goodbye to everyone.

“Tell Elvis to call me!” your friend yelled after you, to which you responded with a quick wave and nod. He probably needed your roommate slash best friend for the project they were working on for one of their classes, which Elvis had only participated in once.

You always had a big mouth, not afraid to use it in times of injustice and in the presence of assholes, but when walking the streets of Brooklyn after the sun went down, you had a pep in your step.

Your quickened footsteps unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by a pair of guys who were jogging after you, whistling and calling out to get your attention. Wounding your hand firmly around the strap of your purse, you kept your head down and kept walking, hoping you’d lose them when you rounded the corner.

You were close to your apartment but you were too fearful to go into the building, not wanting the duo to know where you lived. Before you could continue walking, one of the guys appeared in front of you with a wide grin on his face.

He reeked of liquor.

“Hey beautiful, what’s the hurry?” he taunted as he took a step closer to you, making you scrunch up your nose at the smell. You tried to take a step back, but walked right into the chest of the other guy who grabbed onto your shoulders to keep you in place.

Fear settled in your chest, causing you to freeze on the spot as the guy in front of you twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. He was getting closer and you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed onto your hips, his breath hot on your face as his lips were only inches away from yours.

You braced yourself for the disgusting feeling of having a kiss forced on your lips, but instead the guy in front of you was ripped away, making the one that stood behind you gasp out loud.

Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but gasp as well as one of your assaulters was planted against the wall trapped by white webs.

Spider webs.

You weren’t a complete fool – you were very aware who those webs belonged to and what this meant. Everyone knew who Spiderman was, just not who was behind the mask and whole get up.

You always loved reading about the city’s own personal hero in the papers, but there were enough people who weren’t such big fans. Who ever was hidden underneath the spandex bodysuit seemed rather young and sometimes even a bit unexperienced – often times, New York’s superhero found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time, which made it easy for people to judge and put the blame on him.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” the aforementioned masked man chirped happily as he stepped forward, tilting his head to you and the guy behind you. You were quick to step aside, allowing him to trap the other guy as well as he shot his web out to him, pretty much mummifying him aside from his eyes and nose.

“You can’t do this, crawler asshole!” the guy at the wall yelled, trying to free his way out of the webs as he rubbed his shoulders against it but it didn’t seem to do anything for him. The other guy tried to jump away, but fell to the ground with a loud groan instead.

“I just did,” Spiderman shrugged, letting out a laugh as he walked over to you to grab your purse from the pavement and hand it to you. He grabbed your hand and waved at the guys before he tugged you along.

Flabbergasted, you followed.

You’d be lying if you’d say you hadn’t fantasized about this once or twice. Despite having no idea what he really looked like, you had a bit of a crush on the local hero. He was brave enough to go into burning buildings, kind enough to help cats out of trees and now that you had the chance to look at him from up close, the suit did great things for his ass.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you stopped running when you were far away enough, letting go of your hand. He turned to look at you, having to remind himself that you had no idea who he really was.

And that you could never find out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.. Thank you,”

There was no way for you to see through the fabric of his suit, but when you stared at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t help but get a little nervous. In reality, you were admiring the details on his mask.

“You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone at this time. It’s dangerous, you know?” he spoke up, snapping you out of your staring spell as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

You nodded, hoping he didn’t see the flush on your face. Clearing your throat a little, you looked back at the cat-like eyes that were sewn on his mask.

“How did you know where I was?”

It didn’t matter if he’d be in the wrong place at the wrong time on some occassions, he was still there. And he was still helping people, saving lives even.

Maybe some situations weren’t as spectacular as others–you were sure he didn’t get an adrenaline kick out of saving helpless girls that were too stubborn to let themselves be walked home by a friend–but he always seemed to know whenever something was going on.

“Eh..” he scratched the back of his head, letting out a soft laugh. He tried to raise his voice a little as he spoke, hoping he didn’t sound the same as he did when he was out of his suit. “I have the ability to sense.. danger, I guess,”

He shrugged his shoulders once before he gave you a quick wave, turning around to walk away from you.

You weren’t giving up so easily, running after him. He knew you’d follow – and he didn’t need to use his senses for that.

“Like a sixth sense kind of thing?”

“Something like that,” he nodded, crossing the street in the direction of your apartment building when you pointed him the way. He tried to let you lead, making you think he had no idea where you lived.

“Did that come with the suit?” you blurted out, pushing him on questions he didn’t want to give an answer to. Things he couldn’t give an answer to – he had only been crowned with the title Spiderman for a few months and he was still trying to figure this whole thing out himself.

The suit was a design he made himself. He couldn’t exactly fly through the air as himself during the day, because none of the powers he possessed came with the suit. The webs came from his own wrists.

“No.. it didn’t,” he stopped walking as you did, looking at the door that led into the building’s lobby. “Is this where you live?”

You nodded, smiling brightly at him as he turned his head to look at you. You couldn’t even make eye contact with the guy, you didn’t even know who he was but you had already jumped forward to wrap your arms around him.

He was taken back by your actions for a second, but as you squeezed him in your embrace, he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you again, Spiderman,” you sighed happily as you let him go, walking toward the door. He coughed a little, thanking God that you weren’t able to see how red his face was.

“Any time! Just… try to stay out of trouble,” he joked, saluting you with a soft laugh before he ran across the street and flung a web against the fire escape of one of the apartment buildings, flying up into the dark sky and disappearing out of your sight.

 

You had been talking about your meeting with Spiderman for weeks now. And while Elvis found it flattering at first, it was driving him absolutely nuts at this point.

If only you would replace the name Spiderman with his own…

“Will you ever stop talking about this dude? You don’t even know what he looks like,” your raven haired best friend mumbled from the couch he was laying on, zapping through the channels on the TV.

You stopped dancing around the room, falling onto your knees next to the couch to look at him with an angry glare. “When you love someone, it doesn’t matter what they look like, Elvis,”

He turned his attention to you instead of the TV and raised his eyebrows, trying not to blush at your words.

Love?

You loved him?

Well, you loved Spiderman, but seeing he was your masked crush, it got his heart jumping for joy.

“He helped you from a bunch of drunkards once and you love him? You’re such a child,” he laughed, hoping he didn’t sound too obvious as he flicked his finger against your forehead.

He earned a slap from you immediately before you rubbed your forehead and got up, placing your hands on your hips.

“I get it,” you grinned at him, sticking your hip out. “You’re just jealous that he has girls all over the city swooning over him and you can’t keep a girlfriend for longer than two weeks,”

Your words were true – he never lasted longer in a relationship than a few weeks. But it wasn’t because he wasn’t able to be a good boyfriend, he could be a perfect one, it was just that he didn’t have time. He was falling extremely behind on his school work, he definitely didn’t have time to go on dates and remember anniversaries.

It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t confessed his feelings to you and he probably never would. Not only would he barely have time for you, he also did not want to put you in any danger. He wasn’t only just helping people from petty store robberies during the day, but he was helping the police with more serious stuff as well.

Just because he was living two lives didn’t mean you had to. He didn’t want to burden you with carrying his secret around.

“He’s not as cool as people think, you know?” Elvis huffed as he folded his arms against his chest, looking back at the TV to avoid eye contact. Once again, you blocked his view as you sat down on the edge of the coffee table, facing him.

“Do you think it’s true what people are saying about him? The.. the bad things?”

You didn’t believe the papers, especially not the Daily Bugle, when they’d publish anything negative about Spiderman.

Elvis threw the remote to the other side of the couch and sat up, facing you as he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. “No, I don’t. He might be a fool in a mask, but he’s not a bad guy,”

“But you don’t think he’s cool either,” you teased with a smile on your face, making him roll his eyes as he chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’re the one who’s in love with him,”

“Not in love!”

“But you just said-“

“I have a.. crush.. maybe, argh, I don’t know!” you laughed as you slapped his arm, hiding your face in your hands. “You probably think I’m an idiot.. but.. I can’t forget about that night. He doesn’t even know me, but he.. he saved me,”

Elvis wanted to tell you that that was his job, that Spiderman was supposed to save and help people but he didn’t want to jinx himself or whatsoever.

If he’d talk badly about himself, about himself as Spiderman, the possibility to drive you away could be big. He knew that once you had your mind set on something or someone, there was no way to talk you out of it.

He sighed softly as he slipped his hands in yours, squeezing them softly as he smiled at you. “I was messing with you, Y/N. I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he whispered, looking down at your hands as he entertwined your fingers together. “Just promise me you won’t do anything reckless to get his attention, okay? If you finish late shifts, call me and we’ll walk home together,”

You met his eyes when he looked back up at you, nodding your head. You gave him your promise, but he should’ve known you weren’t going to stick by your word this time.

 

Elvis wasn’t just fighting crime anymore, he had officially become your own personal saviour as well. You’d get yourself in trouble and dangerous situations any chance you got and he knew you were doing it on purpose.

Ever since he was bitten by a genetically engineered “super spider” during a project he was working on in the genetics lab of Columbia, he obviously gained the inhuman strength and skills that made it possible for him to do what he did. But he also gained a certain… third eye.

A sixth sense, of sorts.

A spider sense – he could sense danger coming before it even happened and when it came to you, it seemed to grow stronger.

He didn’t know if it was because he had known you for years already or because his feelings for you were so strong, but he couldn’t ignore it.

Couldn’t ignore the tingle he felt every time you needed his help.

 

The time it happened again, he was laying in a hammock created out of his own webs, swaying from side to side on top of the Empire State building. It had been a quiet night so far which was rare for New York and while he could be using this free time to help Joe on their still on-going project, he’d much rather be lazy with a great view of the city.

He didn’t have much time to relax, though. As soon as he sensed that something was up with you again, rain started trickling onto his skintight suit and he quickly made his way down.

Following his instinct, it didn’t take him long to find you.

The soft drizzle had turned into a harsh downpour as you were making your way home from the coffee shop you just ended a late shift at. Once more, you heard multiple footsteps following you but this time, you didn’t freak out.

This is what you wanted – even though you had no idea if Spiderman was even close, you knew he’d show up.

He always did.

Four men were behind you, calling out to you but instead of running and losing them, you wandered into an alley with a dead end.

“You seem willing,” one of the men grinned, nudging the one next to him.

“Means she’ll be easy,” the other one laughed and you laughed along with them, kicking the man in front of you in the balls before you swung your purse at the other. You were about to have a go at the third and fourth one as well, but as they pushed you against the wall and ripped your coat off, all four of them were thrown across the alley.

In the darkness and due to the heavy rain, you could only make out the silhouette of your hero that was hanging sideways on the wall by just his feet, but you knew exactly who it was.

Your heart skipped in excitement as you watched him fight off the trouble makers, knocking them unconscious in just a matter of seconds.

Elvis stood and looked at you, completely forgetting about the fact his mask was up to his forehead. You couldn’t make out his face but as you came closer, he quickly jumped in the shadows and you completely lost him.

Before you had time to be disappointed or the chance to call out his name, he appeared behind you – face covered by his mask now, hanging upside down from a string of web.

“You have a knack for gettin’ in trouble,” he spoke up, making you turn around with a laugh.

He forced himself to keep looking at your face, rather than at your soaked t-shirt which left absolutely nothing to the imagination since you weren’t wearing a bra.

“You have a knack for saving my life,” you countered back, grinning at him proudly. “I think I have a superhero stalker,”

“I was in the neighborhood,”

You smiled softly, sighing dreamily as you looked at his mask’s eyes with hearts basically popping out of yours. “You are… amazing,”

“Some people don’t think so,” he sighed, his heart clenching in his chest.

“But I do,”

“It’s nice.. to have a fan,” he whispered, but despite his face being covered and the sound of rain falling down on you two, you could hear him perfectly clear. You laughed softly at his words, biting your lip.

“Let me thank you properly this time,”

He gasped softly as you reached your hands out to his neck, your fingertips slipping underneath the hem of his mask. “W-Wait..”

You ignored him and he didn’t stop you when you pulled the fabric down the lower half of his face, keeping his nose and eyes covered. He inhaled a breath of air as you leaned in and although it wouldn’t matter, his eyes fluttered shut nonetheless.

With your hands placed on his cheeks, you tilted your head a little and deepened the kiss as soon as you felt his tongue against yours. The position wasn’t the most comfortable for him and it felt rather weird to kiss someone like this, but you didn’t care. Finally, you got what you wanted.

Still, you wanted more but ofcourse, you weren’t foolish enough to think you were going to get it. The kiss only made your little crush on the hero grow tenfold, but it could never work.

Despite you not caring much about someone’s appearance, you had no idea what he looked like. You had no idea what his personality was like, but you knew in your heart he wasn’t a bad person.

Still, being in a relationship with a hero… it sounded like a dream, and you figured that was all it was and ever would be.

Pulling back from the kiss, you smiled brightly and pulled his mask back up. He shivered once at the feeling of your fingertips caressing the side of his face – reaching his hand that he wasn’t hanging from out to your face, he gently tapped the tip of your nose before he pulled himself up and as always, disappeared into the night.

At this rate, you were never going to get in Spiderman’s pants. Or rather, suit.

But maybe that was for the best. Even though you liked to believe that you could get everything you wanted in life, it was time for you to get back to reality.

 

While you were still very much interested in Spiderman, you figured it’d be best to stop talking about him every five minutes to the people around you. You were starting to look like a lovesick teenager, a very foolish one.

Elvis didn’t know if he should be happy about this or not. Part of him knew it was for the best for you to stop crushing on Spiderman, but the other part of him wanted you to keep gushing about his masked version.

He decided not to bring up the topic, trying to think with the rational part of his brain.

Elvis had no idea that you were getting suspicious of him. He should’ve known he couldn’t keep something big like this a secret forever, especially not to someone who he was living with.

Due to you having more free time than Elvis, because for some reason he was gone most hours of the day, you took the task of keeping the apartment clean upon you. You had been friends with him for so long that neither of you cared about you going into his room to tidy up the place or about you doing his laundry, including his underwear.

He’d usually wear his suit under his clothing or keep it stashed in his bag that he took to class–whenever he did go to class–but he had completely forgotten about laundry day.

Laundry day.

To say you you were surprised or shocked when you saw the red and blue suit and mask in his laundry basket, would be an understatement. You were close to losing your damn mind, the realisation that you kissed your best friend settling in.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend settling in.

Elvis was Spiderman.

After asking yourself a million questions and talking to yourself while pacing through the entire apartment, you washed the suit before neatly hanging it in his closet.

You knew the truth and Elvis knew that you knew, but neither of you ever spoke about it.

 

Movie nights were rare for you and Elvis ever since he became pretty much the most important person in the city. For once, he decided to stay home with you rather than swinging from building to building because despite having stamina for days, he too got tired every once in a while.

And he missed his best friend.

Other than feeling a little awkward around each other after the laundry incident, things went back to normal pretty fast. You both figured that if you wouldn’t speak of it, it never happened.

But neither of you could get it out of your head.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your best friend and roommate was Spiderman and that you had been looking at him differently ever since.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you knew his biggest secret and what kind of risks that could come with it, but also about how you kissed him and you now knew it was him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Elvis questioned after you had turned your head for the 6th time, looking at him with concetration written over your features.

You were sat in the arm chair to his right as he was laying on his side on the couch, elbow propped up to hold his head in his hand. He couldn’t focus on the movie at all because you were anything but slick with your actions, shamelessly staring at him whenever his eyes were on the TV across from you.

“I want to test something,” you spoke determinedly as if you had finally made a decision on whatever you had been cooking up in that head of yours.

“T-Test... something?”

You nodded once, sitting up straight in yours seat before you got on the floor, waddling closer to him on your knees. “Just.. just put your head back,”

There really was no need for you to kiss your best friend to test if he really was Spiderman, because you were already certain about it, but he was already doing what you told him to do and backing out now would make you regret it later. Besides, Elvis had really pretty lips that you had always wanted to kiss but never had the chance to.

At least, not without a mask.

“Close your eyes,” you whispered as he laid his head against the arm rest of the couch, looking up at you as you hovered above him from where you were still on your knees behind him.

He sighed deeply, closing his eyes before he had rolled them playfully at you.

He had no idea what you were up to, until he felt your gentle hands finding their place on his cheeks and your lips against his.

Just like that one rainy night, the two of you were sharing another upside down kiss but this time he reached his hand up to place it on the back of your head, pushing you down further against him to deepen the kiss.

You ignored the funny feeling of your nose rubbing against his chin and moved one hand down to his jaw, caressing his skin with your nails.

Perhaps you were imagining it, but you could’ve sworn you were brought right back to that night in the alley. A tingle of electricity traveled down your spine, nearly making you shiver and although you did not want to pull back, you did at the realisation of what you were doing and with who.

Your eyes met as he looked up at you, his fingers slowly letting go of your hair as he moved his hand back down. “Did you find the answer you were looking for?”

The answer was so obvious. This whole thing was so obvious, but both you and Elvis were idiots.

Two idiots who were scared and in love.

“I think I did,” you whispered, removing your hands from his face as you sat back on your knees. He slowly turned around to lay on his stomach, making proper eye contact with you this time.

The tension in the room was so thick it was nearly palpable and it thickened even more as he reached out his hand to your face, letting his fingertips follow your jawline. You could see he wanted to open his mouth and speak, but a siren wailing somewhere outside got his ears perking up.

“I… I have to go,”

You nodded your head, watching him get up and disappear into his room after he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead.

When you climbed out of the window in the living room and stepped onto the fire escape, you watched your best friend fling himself down the street – his cheerful hollering echoeing through the air.

 

Elvis wasn’t just fighting small crimes or returning lost bikes anymore. The Daily Bugle’s publisher Jameson wasn’t his only ‘enemy’ anymore he realised as he was face to face with a creature that was tearing his city down that same night you and him shared another kiss.

He didn’t even have time to daydream about you as he’d fly through the air, having to go in full fight mode. He was just praying you wouldn’t turn on the TV.

He had no idea where his opponent came from or what he even was, but he had some nasty tricks up his sleeve that Elvis wasn’t prepared for. This definitely was something else than what he usually did, but thanks to his senses, he was able to dodge most objects that were thrown at him.

Though as a pink beaming grenade was tossed his way, he caught it in a reflex. Raising an eyebrow at his beaten down enemy, he tilted his head as he threw the grenade that was beeping up in the air before catching it again.

“What’s this, princess? Fairy dust?”

The mutated guy on the ground laugh – you know, the typical evil laugh. Elvis wasn’t phased by it.

“Something like that,”

Elvis watched the guy saluting him before disappearing into thin air.

Civilians and the police were surrounding him, cheering him on as they chanted his name. One of the officers nodded at him thankfully, but the grenade started ticking more frantically and instead of destroying it before it could explode, Elvis shot out a web toward the New York Times tower and got himself and the grenade away from the crowd.

As he got to the top of the building, the grenade exploded like clock work. Clouds of pink fog surrounded him, seeping through the material of his suit and making him fall into a coughing fit. With no one around to see him, he ripped his mask off his face and stumbled backwards a little, dropping the now empty grenade to his feet as he waved his arms around to open the thick fog.

Shit.

He knew exactly what this was. As a science major, and one that was not just a regular human anymore, he had done plenty of research on things that weren’t even supposed to exist.

This was one of those things he considered to be a weapon against him.

Freaking sex pollen.

It came in a lot of different shapes and forms and while he had always thought the most common form was a plant, he was greatly mistaken. The whole thing and its side effects could be somewhat compared to viagra, but this was so much more intense.

It came with a fever, hallucinations, extreme pain and death.

So, way more intense than a tiny blue pill.

He cursed as he could already feel his blood rushing through his veins, making its way to his lower region as his skin heated up underneath his suit. He pulled down his mask, jumping down the building – he let himself fall down for a few seconds, hoping the pressure of the fall would somehow help him get rid of the boner that was starting to come on.

It didn’t.

He shot out a web against the next building, swinging his way home.

 

He was close to your shared apartment until the hallucinations started. Ones that all involved you.

He could hear your voice in his head, moaning and whining as he pictured you arching your back for him underneath him while tangled up in his sheets. At one point, he could’ve sworn he saw you standing in the middle of the street butt naked when he looked down, calling out his name.

It made him completely forget to shoot out another web as he was flying through the air and he was too late to catch himself, landing loudly on top of a parked car which he immediately rolled off of, falling face, and hips, first onto the pavement.

He groaned in pain, rolling on his back as he put his legs up, covering the vicious bulge in his suit with his hands.

“Yo, Spidey! Are you okay, man?” A pedestrian called out to him, having stopped walking.

Elvis shot up from the ground, trying not to cry out at the quick movements. He put his hands on top of the car he just landed on, his body luckily hidden by the vehicle as the guy who called out to him was on the other side of the street.

“Y-Yeah, man! I’m good!” he nodded, putting his thumb up. The guy hesitated for a second but then gave him a smile and continued on his way. Elvis banged his fist against the vehicle, accidentally triggering the alarm this time.

Before the civilian could turn around to see what was happening once more, Elvis had already disappeared.

 

You were pacing in the living room, nervously listening to the reporter talking on the TV that was filling the people in on what happened at Times Square tonight. Now that you actually knew who was hidden behind the red mask, you were scared for your best friend’s life.

You literally saw him swinging away with a grenade in his hand – what if it exploded in his face? What if he was dead?

No no no, he couldn’t be dead. Elvis couldn’t be dead.

There was a loud bang coming from his room, making you let out a little shriek. You immediately ran to the door, but as you tried to open it, Elvis’ desk that he pushed in front of the door blocked it.

“Elvis!” you yelled, banging your fists on the door like a maniac. “Let me in! Now!”

He groaned as he pulled his mask off his face to fling it across the room. Reaching his arms behind his back, he struggled as he was trying to pull the fabric off his sweaty skin.

“G-Go away, Y/N!” he grunted as he stumbled against the wall, his vision blocked by his clothing as it got stuck in the process of being removed.

He was heating up, his cock throbbing in the confinements of his tight suit – and it hurt. It hurt so much that tears were burning in his eyes.

“I swear I will break down this door,” you threatened in a panic as you were shaking the doorknob now, pushing your shoulder against the door.

He realised you were stronger than you looked, making the desk rumble a little bit with your force.

He managed to get the top half of his suit off, throwing it to the floor. When you managed to push the desk back far enough to create an entrance wide enough for you to squirm through, you stepped into his very messy but very empty room.

You looked around, rubbing your arm you had used to force the door open with. You could sense he was in the room and when you decided to look up, you met the panicked blues of your best friend as he was stuck against the wall by his hands and feet.

He jumped down, landing easily on his feet but you didn’t miss the way he winced at the movement. As your eyes traveled down his chest and down his hips, you could see the outline of his cock in the skintight fabric.

“You… are you… Elvis, you have a…”

“I know!” he groaned as he walked by you, letting himself fall on his bed. He turned his back to you and if you didn’t see the sweat on his back and the way he was shivering, you would’ve laughed at him.

Maybe he got off on being the hero. Maybe danger got him horny, but then again, he shouldn’t be having this kind of reaction.

Slowly making your way over to him, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him around and gasped softly as you felt his skin was unusually hot.

He could feel his blood boiling, a feeling that was very foreign to him and it scared him to death. And if he wouldn’t do something about this boner, he would die.

Like, really die – unless he fucked someone.

But he couldn’t ask that of you. You kissed him twice by now, but that didn’t mean you had the same feelings he did. It didn’t mean that you wanted to sleep with him.

“Can you go away, please?” he was dying to get out of the pants part of his suit, which were becoming tighter by the second.

“No,” you said, placing both hands on his arm now to turn him around. As you succeeded and he laid on his back, he looked at you with a trembling lower lip and tears in his eyes. The sight broke your heart. “What happened out there, Elvis? You’re fighting this.. monster and the next second you’re flying away with a grenade in your hand. I thought you were dead!”

“And I will be soon!” he exclaimed in frustration as he shot up, whining as he did so. He crawled away from you, leaning his back against the wall his bed was perched up against. He stretched his legs, putting his hands on his crotch.

“W-what? What are you talking about? Please, will you just explain what the fuck is going on?!” you yelled back at him, equally as frustrated.

“I’m Spiderman,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

“Well, duh. I meant with that freaky bomb, you idiot,”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head still turned away from you as he leaned it against the wall.

“It wasn’t.. w-wasn’t just a normal bomb,” he grunted softly, trying to steady his breathing but he couldn’t stop his chest from heaving up and down rapidly. “It’s this… this thing. S-sex pollen.. it causes..” he slowly turned his head back to you, removing his hands as he pointed at himself. “this,”

“O-okay… that looks.. uncomfortable. But why would you die? Can’t you just jerk it off in the shower?”

“I wish,” he scoffed, shaking his head. He winced as you sat on the other side of his bed, the dipping of the mattress alerting his senses. “I have.. h-have to, God I can’t believe I’m about to say this… I have to fuck someone,”

You froze in your spot as silence lingered between the two of you aside from the sounds of his erratic breathing.

Here he was, your best friend that you definitely did not see as just a friend anymore. And Spiderman, the hero that you had been crushing on for months like a lovesick school girl.

You cared about Elvis. Loved him. You couldn’t just sit back and watch him die, knowing that you could quite literally save his life.

“I’ll do it,” you blurted out.

He widened his eyes as he looked at you, his heartbeat quickening even more.

“N-No, Y/N. I can’t ask that of you,” he swallowed as he shook his head, slowly getting up from the bed. He could barely stand on his feet, the very uncomfortable erection he was sporting making it hard for him to walk and his body felt heavy as if he was being pulled down by a ton of bricks. “I might hurt you,”

You watched him stumble over to his desk, leaning over it with his ass sticking out into your direction.

That suit really did do wonders for his figure.

Shaking that thought away, you got up from the bed and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “El, I can’t let you die,” you whispered, taking a step closer to try and look at him. “You saved me so many times. Let me be the hero this time,”

He laughed softly at your words, head hanging low as he squeezed his eyes shut. If only he had been giving other girls around him some more attention – then he’d have someone else to call and solve this problem right now.

But then again, he wouldn’t want anyone else in his bed. Sure, he dated around a little and had sex before, but he had been in love with you ever since he laid eyes on you.

His friends called him an idiot, telling him that you didn’t feel the same and he was aware of that. He was aware of the guys you’d bring over when you thought he was sleeping, he was the one who’d have to sit on the couch with your dates while you were still getting ready.

Maybe he was an idiot for hoping, wishing and waiting around, but he didn’t care. He loved you.

And because he loved you, he was about to open his mouth and reject your offer once more – until he suddenly felt your lips pressed against his shoulder.

The feeling got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up right, making him open his eyes and stand up straight. He stumbled backwards, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Elvis, please! I hate seeing you in pain,” your voice was soft and gentle, but he could hear the hint of frustration lingering on the back of your tongue. “I’m not going to let you die. I love you and I-“

As soon as you told him you loved him, his cock twitched in his suit, goosebumps covering his arms.

Fuck it.

Striding forward, he grabbed your face and harshly crashed his lips onto yours, ready to get the relief you were offering him.

 

Elvis was laying on his back, the rest of his suit discarded somewhere on the floor, hands clawing at the sheets. With your naked body pressed against his side and your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, he could barely keep himself from writhing on the bed.

“P-Please,” he whimpered, turning his head to look at you, his lips desperately pressing against your cheek as you were looking at his weeping cock in your hand, admiring the view. “A-Another t-time, baby, please. I need you,”

You looked at him, your cheeks flushed slightly as you nodded. You wanted to take your time, admire and explore every inch of his body, but you realised the situation wasn’t exactly ideal for that.

“Sorry,” you whispered with a soft chuckle, allowing him to push you back on the mattress by your shoulders. You looked up at him as he hovered above you now, biting your lip as he reached a hand in between your bodies to run his digits through your folds.

As he felt how wet you were, his lips curled up in a grin.

“You’re so sick,” he hummed as he caressed your parted lips with his own, speaking his next words into your mouth. “You like seeing your best friend in pain, huh?”

You laughed softly, responding to him by sneaking your tongue in his mouth and kissing him sloppily which he happily went along with.

Even in the state he was in, he still wanted this to be enjoyable for you as well but you knew he was struggling. You could hear it in the way he was breathing hard in your mouth and feel it in the way his hips bucked forward every time you moaned.

“Elvis,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Please fuck me already,”

You gave him a nod, confirming once more that you were more than okay with this when he was about to ask if you were sure. He sighed deeply and removed his hand from your pussy, wrapping it around his cock instead – he groaned deeply as his fingers that were covered in your arousal slipped over his cock so easily, only adding fuel to the fire in his bones.

Tonight you learned that Spiderman didn’t wear any underwear underneath his suit and you made a mental reminder to tease him about it later, but as soon as Elvis situated himself at your entrance and pushed his hips forward, the thought was long forgotten.

Gasping, you looked up at him as you grabbed onto his shoulders, walls spasming firmly around him because of the sudden intrusion.

“Oh my fucking God,” his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his arms that he was holding himself up with trembling as he squeezed the sheets in his palms. “So tight.. Jesus.. I won’t.. w-won’t be able to last long,”

You were aware that this had little to do with equal pleasure and everything with him just needing to spill his load.

He was keeping still when he bottomed out inside of you, still thinking about you, but as soon as you wrapped your legs around him and hooked your ankles together to trap him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He couldn’t stop the beast from coming out.

His thrusts were never gentle because at the first stroke of your velvety walls, he was an absolute goner.

You couldn’t keep quiet even if you tried. With the way he was pounding into you and making the bed creak forcefully underneath your bodies, he was unknowingly to himself hitting the right spot every single time. Running your hands through his hair, you looked up at him with your face contorted in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

He was losing his mind. He was losing his fucking mind and control. But you didn’t stop him as he moved one hand to your neck, squeezing softly and stealing your breath away.

“Look at you,” he grinned, his hips never faltering as he looked down at you with wild eyes. “So fucking ready to be fucked. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

You gasped as he moved his fingers up, holding onto your jaw to keep your head from moving and you let him. Both you and him were surprised by the words leaving his mouth, but they made you clench around him harshly.

“My little slut. Spiderman’s little slut,” he growled in your mouth as he forced his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly allowed. Your nails were digging into his flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood and it only motivated him to thrust harder.

You wanted to keep kissing him, but with the way his hand around your throat was squeezing harder and his weight he put on you, it was getting hard to breathe properly. You managed to slightly turn your head and he moved his hand up to your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on your soft skin to create several hickeys.

Tears stung in your eyes and you were putting pornstars to shame with the sounds that left you, feeding his ego.

While Elvis enjoyed your cries and screams, your neighbors most certainly didn’t. Banging came from the other side of his wall, but Elvis never stopped. Instead, he quickly reached for the red fabric of his mask that he noticed laying on the ground next to the bed. Without warning, he shoved it in your mouth and you widened your eyes at him, whining.

Right now, the Elvis that you had always known was nowhere to be seen. He was always your goofy best friend, sticking his nose into books and science researches or hiding behind his camera.

The boy next door type of guy.

You wondered if it was because of the sex pollen that made him act like this, but you weren’t complaining. You’d be a fool to. You had slept with plenty of other people, but this was the best fuck you had ever had in your life.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you bit down on the mask, holding onto his upper arms while he was grunting and growling above you. His fever was going down more and more, but even in the delirious state he was in, he was smart enough to pull out of you as he felt his climax nearing. You quickly opened your eyes to look at him as jerked himself off with a quick hand, warm spurts of cum landing on your stomach and in between your breasts.

It took him a few seconds to empty himself completely thanks to those evil pollen and you were sure it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

Truly a sight for sore eyes.

A chill trickled down his spine and it made him visibly shiver, hips stuttering a little as he looked down at you with dazed eyes. He looked completely fucked out with his raven locks messy and sticking up and it made your heart skip. Never in a million years had you expected to fuck your best friend tonight–or ever for that matter.

You were happy it happened and you didn’t want this to be the last time, but you had no idea where his mind was at.

You weren’t actually aware that he was madly in love with you and you realised that what you just did was needed in order for him to make it until tomorrow. Still, an uncomfortable knot found its way in your tummy – you felt used.

Maybe this had been a mistake.

As he let himself fall next to you in his small bed, you took his mask out of your mouth and dropped it to the floor, the both of you staring up at the ceiling.

“At least your sperm is… normal,” you broke the silence, letting out an awkward laugh as you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

He turned his head to look at you, noticing the flush that was still on your cheeks, traveling down to your neck. Although he had never seen you after sex, he knew it wasn’t because of what they just did. He knew you longer than today.

“Are you.. are you crying?” he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow to have a better look at your face. You immediately turned away, quickly wiping a stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek away.

“No,” you immediately said, sitting up as you grasped your clothes from the floor. Not caring about his cum still on your skin, you quickly got dressed and walked to his bedroom door.

He should stop you. He needed to stop you, but he didn’t. Instead, he said something that made it impossible for you to look at him as tears blurred your vision.

“T-Thank you… for helping me,”

You left the room, leaving Elvis behind with the same knot in his stomach.

 

Elvis lost you.

He lost you and it was all his own goddamn fault.

After that night, he should’ve just come clean about his feelings. He should’ve told you that he had been in love with you for years and that you belong with him… but he didn’t.

The world got more dangerous every day and he was afraid of the consequences of you and him being together. He was starting to get enemies, real bad people with real bad intentions, and once they’d found out about you.. that would mean he had a weak spot.

You were his weak spot.

He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you but he also couldn’t handle when you started getting more and more distant. And when he came home after class one afternoon and saw half of your wardrobe empty, he nearly trashed the entire house.

Enemies be damned, he couldn’t let you walk out of his life. Not like this.

He didn’t want you to become the biggest ‘what if’ in his life.

He immediately interrogated Joe, knowing that he was one of the people you were closest with among your mutual friends, and when Elvis found out you were planning on leaving New York, he didn’t hesitate to go after you.

He didn’t care if he had to search the whole city.

 

You were still in New York, stuck in traffic with a very chatty taxi driver, next to the East River.

After what happened the night you slept with Elvis, you were hurt. You were finally realising you were in love with him, but the harsh reality of him not feeling the same was something you couldn’t accept. It was safe to say you didn’t take rejection very well.

Ofcourse you weren’t planning on simply ghosting your best friend, but you needed some time away from New York and spend some time back home with your family to lick your wounds.

“Hey, it’s Spiderman!” the taxi driver exclaimed happily, pointing at the Brooklyn Bridge on your left. You frowned, leaning forward in your seat to have a better look at the huge webbed letters on the side of the bridge.

Those three words he had always been afraid to say.

I love you.

You were smiling like a fool, tapping the driver’s shoulder.

“Stop the cab,”

“Lady, I ain’t even driving,” the driver laughed as you got out of the car, manoeuvring your way through the other vehicles that were stuck in traffic.

As you stood on the side walk by the river, tears were stinging in your eyes. You could hear people chanting on your right and when you turned your head, you saw Spiderman himself swinging at you in full force.

You couldn’t do anything but reach your arms out, clinging onto him for dear life as he wrapped an arm around your waist and literally swept you off of your feet.

 

“Hi,” he breathed as the two of you stood on the very top of the Brooklyn Bridge, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

“Hi,” you laughed as you pulled his mask off, clenching it in your hand as your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“Did you get my message?”

“What message?”

He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours as you giggled. “That was you? I couldn’t make it out,” you teased, staring into his eyes instead of looking down at the ground.

“I’ll tell you what it says,” he smiled, pushing you closer against his chest. “It says I love you. Because I love you,”

A tear rolled down your cheek, but you were too afraid to let him go and wipe it away. He did it for you, not caring about slightly salty taste as he kissed it away.

“I was wrong… I’ve been.. stupid to think we can’t be together, to think we’re on different paths. But you are my path and you’re always gonna be my path,” he closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

He was out of breath, his heart racing with nerves but he came too far to back out now.

“I know there’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together, but I’m tired of ‘em. I’m tired of every single one of ‘em. We all gotta make a choice… and I choose you,”

His eyes were open again, looking right into yours as his lips curled up into smile. It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and God, it felt so damn good.

“I love you, Elvis,” you told him, laughing softly through your tears. “And not because of this suit.. not because you’re Spiderman. But because you are you and I love you, Elvis Presley,”

His cheeks were aching with how broad he was smiling and he relished in the feeling.

The two of you moved closer at the same time, lips crashing on each other’s. This time, you knew he wasn’t just kissing you because of an unfortunate case caused by any kind of pollen.

This time, you knew it was because he loved you.

“Are you still leaving?” he asked, his voice a whisper after he gently pulled back from the kiss. You sighed deeply, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

“I’m not,” you told him, pulling your face back from his as you pulled his mask over his face. He laughed as he fixed it to sit properly with one hand, his other arm wrapping firmer around your waist. “Take me home, Spidey,”

“Hold on tight, little one,” he grinned and as you were suddenly swinging through the air and away from the bridge, you were nearly screaming his ears off.

But you trusted Elvis. He’d never ever let you fall and you finally managed to open your eyes after a few minutes, mesmerized by the view of the city from so far above.

Perhaps your life would never be the same anymore, perhaps things would get harder, more dangerous.

But if it meant you’d finally have your happy ending with the man you loved, it was worth the risk.

[mazojo]

Winter 2022 Anime Opinions

As always my thoughts because no one asked

From least to fav here are my overall thoughts:

Urusei Yatsura (2022)

I am just not the target audience for this. This is probably a nostalgia ridden show that people who watched the original will love and enjoy but I am not that person and with the two eps I watched I had enough. The jokes were not funny to me all characters were annoying and yeah the animation is nice but I will not put myself through something I will not enjoy for it tbh. Watch it if you liked the original ig

Tonikaku Kawaii: SeifukU

I dislike tonikaku with a passion it gives go girl give us nothing to the negative 20 no flavor no taste still the same shiz as the show so yeah. Watch it if you liked the series lmao its more of the same

Shinobi no Ittoki

I guess…… Its really kinda bland and I can’t pinpoint why. The concept is interesting but it just doesn’t hold up in its execution and I dont care for it run sorry do better I guess

Fumetsu no Anata e 2nd Season

I try so hard to care, SO hard. Since season 1 I have found this show to be kinda…. All over. Like the only storyline I cared about was the one with the kid with the mask last season and since that its just been meh to me. Like, we already kinda know how everything is going to go and all the arcs are kinda the same, they show us someone, we care for them for like half an episode, they die, repeat.

Bocchi the Rock! 

I TRIES SO HARD TO CARE TOO I AM SO SORRY. This has been like the number 1 show this year but I… I dont know I just dont like it ASDFGHJ I am not a big fan of cute girls doing nothing specially mixed with the uwu social anxiety quirky. Like they dont paint it in a bad light like most shows do and the art style is very unique but I just dont… Give a shit adfgdhjf I tried I promise but hey if you are into this shows probs the one for you.

Mushikaburi-hime

This one is boring I am ngl. Its not bad but like… Its not good either. Ive seen this trope done SO many times its just boring. It hasn’t done anything bad per se but I just dont really care for it much. I like my romance with spicier ships so yeah I mean if you like cute royal same old same old couples then watch it.

Fuufu Ijou, Koibito Miman.

Do you like boobs????? Do you like boobs ON your screen for 23 minutes??????? Then you will for sure enjoy this one fellas! ASDFGHJ I… I am not the biggest fan of ecchi so this is a lot for me but hey if you like this fan service trash then you go bestie. Character design is cute I dont care for any characters as of the moment so yeah I guess its something

Chainsaw Man

This is the one that gets me cancelled ASDFGH. I am not going to say much other than I've never been a fan of chainsaw man since the manga and you can write me all the essays y'all want but I just.... Dont care sorry lol ADFSJAK Its just not for me; I am not saying its bad per se, I am just not the person that enjoys this type of shows. Akiangel as the only thing that matters of chainsaw man fr fr

Aru Asa Dummy Head Mic ni Natteita Ore-kun no Jinsei

This is trash but it goes higher just because Its what it is and delivers just what I expected. The reincarnated person is annoying as fuck but the girls have cute dynamics so that's why it goes higher. Its just 3 minutes skits of the girls being cute so yeah its okay

Koukyuu no Karasu

I feel like this is a good show but I am just not the target for this adsfgh its a show you gotta pay attention to understand and a lot of history goes behind it and it just kinda bored me but I know its not bad. I just dont think its for me but that's okay I might keep watching it.

Eternal Boys 

Its okay. Its a nice concept and I have only watched like 3 eps but its a nice message I guess. Its short and whatever so it doesn't take much time to watch but its not something revolutionary. I like idol shows so maybe I am giving it more than what it is.

Mob Psycho

This is the one that gets me cancelled part 2 SKSKSK. I am not going to lie besties, I am not the biggest mob psyhco fan. Its okay, I just never got into the hyper around it sorry :(( I really wish I could because I know its a good story and I ddi like that last episode a lot but like,,,,, I feel like the story was over last season ASDFGH But hey I am glad y'all enjoyed it a lot!

Boku no Hero Academia 6th Season

I am ngl, I am like on ep 2 of bnha season 6 but have seen the Dabi scene like 20 times thanks to social media and I got no choice but to Stan. I dont like this arc of bnha as y'all know but it seems more interesting than last season and I like the way the animation direction is going so I will give them points for it.

Do It Yourself!! 

Lesbians your honor!!!! I like this one! Its cute girls doing silly lil stuff and I am not a big fan of the genre like I said but this one is more entertaining for me, maybe because I am more into DIY shit but its cute!! Nothing big happens tbh but its a soft watch to put in the background if y'all enjoy this

Romantic Killer

This was cute! A refreshing romcom from the ones weve gotten recently tbh. I liked it even though I have a different interpretation of the road they took it in the end but it was a fun show to watch with some nice gags and cute characters, defo give it a go!

Renai Flops

Okay hear me out. This one is in a weird place but hear me out. I hate everything this anime stands for because it was such a cliche weird and ecchi but it was such an interesting train wreck I HAD to keep on watching every episode and when I least expected it I was suddenly on ep 6 and the twist left me screAmiNG. It kinda goes downhill again after ep 7 but just because it took me so off guard (dont wanna spoil it but aloO) it goes high up, gg 1 for the ecchi trash 0 for Maria this round.

Yowamushi Pedal: Limit Break

Ngl this season of yowapeda hasn't been as hyped as I hoped for me but I care so much about the characters I will place it high up SKSKSKSK its basically more of the same; I honestly miss the upperclassman a lot but its okay my babies appear like for .2 frames and I start sobbing

Akuyaku Reijou nano de Last Boss wo Kattemimashita 

okaY is this trash??? yes. Do I care??? nO. I LOVE MY SILLY LIL TROPES OKAY ITS FUNNY AND SILLY AND DUMB AND THEY ARE CUTE SO IT GOES UP OKAY I LIKE HAMEFURA WHAT DO YALL EXPECT FROM ME. still kinda trash but like, guilty pleasure trash.

4-nin wa Sorezore Uso wo Tsuku

THIS IS HOW YOU DO CUTE GIRLS (AND TSUKASA LY BESTIE) DOING CUTE STUFF IN A GOOD WAY. If you like Saiki K you'll like this show. I dont know how to explain it but it gives the energy from Saiki K and I loved it they are very important and relevant.

Spy x Family Part 2 

Its more of the same of part 1 y'all know spy x family its a good show I love them all I love when my families are found go stream it look at Bond and Anya being best family

Tiger & Bunny

The gays are back for more and better! Not my favorite season buT I still care about them all so much that I dont care SKSKSK go stream tiger & bunny I dont have much more to say

Cool Doji Danshi 

Do you love dumb people??? Me too! then this anime is for you ! Its silly short and goes to the point. It doesnt try to be something its not and I like my anime silly and dumb. If you are looking for something easy and silly watch this.

Blue Lock

Guys guys my favorite comfort soccer players are finally animated!!! Watch it. If y'all follow me y'all know I am annoying about blue lock. Its the only anime that has Bachira AND Reo imagine the odds!!! Its a great sports anime and the characters are great and I love it and its my comfort okay

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun 3rd Season

Lets all pretend for a second we are all surprised M!ik is number one woah Maria that is so weird your favorite manga animated as number one????? did not expect it that's wild. Anyways M!ik supremacy today tomorrow its the Lied arc and Iruma and that one episode were Iruma cries made me emo and I love it and I think you should all be super cool and interesting and go watch m!ik it would make us all a better society.

[sri-rachaa]

here with some oc asks!!!

if you already answered this somewhere, I apologize sksksk my memory is failing me

but, how did ah'den meet rennie and kaz? im gussing rennie and Paz knew each other before with them both being reapers, but how did the trio become a triooo 👀

TY RAEE (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

hehehehe THANK YOU HALA >:33 <33333

This is probably gonna be a long one, and a very lore heavy one. The backstory of Kaz / Ah'den and Kaz / Rennie in 1000 words.

(Apologies for not making it Rennie / Ah'den, alas Kaz/Rennie meeting plays a much larger part in the story ;u;)!

Ah'den meets Kaz first. 1944.

When a reaper is turned, one of three things can happen.

1. Their body immediately rejects their core, killing them within the first week.

2. Their body recognizes the fact that the core could potentially be dangerous if immediately acted upon, so it forces it to lie dormant for about a decade to only contribute to maintaining the body until its properly settled in and theres no possibility of the core overtaking the body.

3. The core does not lie dormant, overtakes the body and causes the reaper to go grim.

Kaz was the third case.

Only about a week or so of being turned, Cassius went grim; Grim being the state a reaper goes into when the core completely takes over their body and conscious, driving the reaper to do nothing but continuously kill to feed itself. Typically, when reapers go grim, their are immediately hunted down and killed- as every past case of reverting a reaper back to their humane form has ended in failure.

Although, when accruing who was going to uptake the mission, Ah'den actually intervened and proposed a plan for his own experiment:

Let him try to revert the reaper back to their original state. If it comes to it, and it fails, he'll take the responsibility of killing him himself.

And, well, His plan was approved. Ah'den hunted Kaz down, and after a bit of a fight and a goose chase was able to finally corner him in the proper place.

[Now, for the nitty gritty part of how he did it: Ah'den reverted to his own natural form, back into his plasma-like seraphic form, and quite literally reached into Cassius and tore his core out completely. He allowed a couple of minutes to pass for his body to reset, though not too much time for the left-over magic keeping his body alive to run out- then successfully put his core back into him.]

And, just like that, Ah’den successfully pulled off the impossible, and Cassius was back into his own mind.

The years following were rough for Kaz, as he remembered all the horrendous things he did as a reaper. Ah’den felt partly responsible for the fact Kaz has to experience such a load of guilt and thus decided to stay with him for a couple short years. To not get way too far into detail: What wasn’t exactly planned, though, was how close these two were going to grow in those short few years- and eventually those years grew way more than a few.

Kaz meets Rennie first. 2020.

Rennie becomes a reaper, and makes it past case 1 as mentioned above.

The first people to catch wind of a new reaper was an empowered government head and his office, him being a dream walker named Andrew Doxon. At the time, Kaz was currently working a mission alongside Han Sunja out in Europe- although by contract the government was required to notify Cassius immediately if any Reaper is found.

Andrew didn’t do that. Well, he made it seem like he did. Him and his office forged a rejection letter from Cassius, making it seem as though Kaz himself was notified and rejected taking Rennie under his wing in contrast to his contract. Instead, Andrew and his office blocked all communication from a new reaper being found from outside their immediate organization.

Why though?

Reapers are insane war machines. If you have a reaper on your side, you basically have the power at your fingertips. Except, other governments also had reapers as well, they needed something more than the typically reaper.

So they had a theory. Force a reaper to go grim, tame it, and use its power.

They kept their plans and plots secret from all other corners of the organization outside of Andrew’s immediate office, making it seem as if Renha at the time was being pushed through typical newborn reaper conditioning and training.

Rennie was the second case as I mentioned, where the core had laid dormant for protective measures. So, by constant rough and abusive training and provoking it, Andrew’s inevitable end game was to break that protective measure and through Rennie into the Grim stage.

Going through months of abusive “training”, Rennie started to notice very much something was wrong- so she had gone to the director of Seraphic and Reaper Operations, who she had become familiar with at this point, Genevieve La Fouriniere. She practically broke down in front of Genevieve, even admitting the things she wasn’t permitted to share- one of which being the Rejection Letter written and signed by Cassius Cage.

Genevieve knew Cassius. Since the day he was set under her watch after being reverted back by Ah’den in the 1940’s.

She knew him well. And she also knew there’s no way in hell he wrote that.

So. She whistle blew.

One letter, and one undercover plane ride across the Atlantic, her plan began to unfold.

So, That next week, when coming home, Rennie walked into her apartments kitchen- finding Cassius Cage leaning against her counter waiting for her.

And that’s where they met.

Again, to explain the aftermath of this would take another 1,000-2,000 words so ill withhold for today, but hopefully soon I’ll be able to elaborate further! :3

[dollwrites]

just wanted to stop by and say ILY ! I LOVE UR PFP TOO !!! i think about feitan— specifically during that fight— often and i do a little giggly leg wiggle bc he’s so >///< also that zeke fic you have looks delicious i can’t wait to devour it when i wake up tomorrow 😩 first few lines already have me tingling

ILY OMG

Yes FEITANNNN little short murderer 😭💚💚 I am on my knees

I think a lot about the auction scene where he’s like “family? What’s that? 😏” his little smirk is SO

Really really REALLY need to write for feitan he’s been on my radar for a while now!!

Omg please do let me know when you read it! I didn’t actually realize zeke is like… not very popular SKSKSK I was like hes a shitty little man and I want to fuck him

[hopegained]

name: en

pronouns:  they/them

preference of communication:  disco.rd imo but you're gonna have to @ me since i don't get the notifs

most active muse:  this idiot right here sir

experience / how many years: earlier than 2016, on and off again with an old friend not on tumblr and eron's been around the longest, but i started to really commit rping him on tumblr a year later lmao i did NOT know what i was getting myself into when t.lj came out 💀

platforms you use: mostly tumblr. i do write on d.iscord too but i'm way slower bc i keep forgetting

best experience: honestly? experiencing the sw celebration livestream in 2019 with friends and mutuals and how we were losing our minds over every trailer and announcement sksksks it was a different time

rp pet peeves: uhhh when people just don't read the rules lol or get very passive aggressive about interacting with ocs KNOWING damn well they followed you first??

fluff,   angst,   or smut: fluff after the angst. i wanna say smut too but i am terrible at writing it so i only write with close friends and would rather just share hcs instead

plots or memes: both!!! memes are great for first time interactions no matter the context and plotting can lead to so many more things. i do love to plot tho bc we can have a specific dynamic planned out between our muses. it might end up going nowhere but it's fun just sharing ideas with other people

long or short replies:  depends on the motivation i have the most for. i'm faster with short replies and asks but if you want me to match your 5+ paragraph reply, you're gonna have to give me time. it's the adhd.

best time to write: whenever my brain lets me

are you like your muses:  WELL. i am not a six foot tall white man but we do share traits and deeply personal issuesTM

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[t-lostinworlds]

OKAY RANDOM STORY TIME, but earlier (and by that i mean 5am where i was just about to go to sleep) something fell down like REALLY LOUDLY down in my neighbours apartment? idk which one or which side but then there was banging down the hall? have know idea what they where up to but i got so scared for some reason? like maybe it was bc i was barely even awake at that point but just random loud noises while living alone, it's kinda scary sksksks i am in a safe apartment complex but my overthinking mind just isn't having it

BUT ALSO ALSO bc it was followed by like an angry voice too like i couldn't make out what was said. and then it went quiet. and then something banged again? like someone hitting wood maybe so like the door and stuff. and then i heard a very faint cry/scream from a woman? now a this point idk if i imagined it bc it was soooo far away and it was just so short

but anyway, was contemplating just peeking out, bc there's a small window by the door here, but i also was literally so scared that something was going on and i don't want to get involved, in case i'd get hurt or something? like it honestly was just a fight between a couple prolly bc i think there's a few who live here and the banging was just furniture or some shit. but i just didn't want to risk trying to see what was going on. bc bro i'm 5'1 i live alone i barely know anyone in this building so like, apart from this family who has these lil kids i come across whenever i get to the elevator, so yeah i'd rather not ALKSKLAS

[bisluthq]

That’s so trippy! 😂 I find it kinda flattering too, I’m like what the actual fuck, because the girl has a similar jaw shape as me, hair length, brunette and skinny like me. Ironically my ex (previous relations) look nothing like each other. So I’m like what the fuck. My friend even was like when I showed her the pics “I was just thinking that” (referring to her looking like me).

I can’t tell if that means we meant a lot to them or some shit or we were their type? And they think about us?

LMAo that’s true about ME! Gonna play it right now sksksks

I think it’s mostly a type thing like that’s what they find attractive (like for my ex it was petite, dark haired - until this current girl who is blonde but fits the rest, sorta pretty but in a non threatening way, a bit “Jewish looking” lol, dresses in a fairly classic way - the girl he sorta “left me for” who was and is very alternative style wise bit otherwise she fit all this and the blonde girl he’s with now and I literally have the same Michael Kors sneakers as I learned from when I stalked her for this exercise lol that’s the vibe usually, party girl with advanced degree). Another joke here is my ex wanted to break up in part because he said he thought I’m gay and need to be free to like explore that more and he wasn’t fully wrong there obviously but currently I’m with a man and that girl he left me for has been with a woman for the last few years lmao. In fact there was also another girl he dated briefly who I did meet because we were friendlier than we are at the time (not that we’re not friends now but he lives on another continent) and that girl was also short and dark haired and Jewish and has fully come out as a lesbian and is now with a girl I went on a few dates with before they got together lol. So maybe my ex’s other type is also yk kinda gay. Like yeah I mean I think he def has a type but I think I was the formative experience for the creation of that type because from 16/17-19/20 that was what a “girlfriend” was for him 😂

I once went through a very weird era of deciding I’m secretly still in love with him and like basically writing a fanfic in my head about how we should get back together but he was (fortunately because I was yk going through something there lol) not very receptive to the idea (I didn’t fully proposition him but I did message quite a bit and we had a few phone calls and I was like “idk maybe we should visit each other” and he was like “ummm” and yeah I mean I think he’s v happy with the current gf). So I don’t think he thinks of me per se but I do think it was a formative experience he can work through in therapy at some point lol and I also do think like in our case idk I don’t think you ever are gonna fully forget your first serious relationship/first love. Like much like we take stuff from our family dynamics and relationships, I think we also carry stuff over from our serious exes and I think even though we were kids, it went on a long time and it was generally a positive experience so I think we’ve definitely carried expectations from that into our adult lives. For instance quantity of sex tbh and the fact that we do both expect like our partners to be our best friends (probably why he keeps hitting on the gay women there lol but my current bf is the same like he’s disproportionately dated gay women and he and I are very close friends aside from the relationship aspect) and a bunch of other good stuff.

none of my subsequent partners look like him and tbh none of them have a similar job to him but all the men I’ve ever dated/90% of the ones I’ve hooked up with are very very tall and that was the thing I liked most about him physically so that also makes sense and I do like as humans and expect to want to want to be best friends with if we’re seeing each other idk sorry for the morning ramble.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Dearest Sunshine,

I hope this ask finds you well and that you’re doing amazing. How do I get guys to notice me? I think I’m starting to crave male validation a bit but I know that too much can be bad. I’ve changed up my wardrobe recently to be more feminine and cutesy because dressing like that makes me feel really pretty but I was hoping it would help guys notice me too. I think i’ve started to delude myself into thinking that if I wear a really pretty outfit outside then like 10 boys will come up to me and start talking to me. (I’m not dressing for them, but maybe I want to get noticed a bit 😞)

I definitely want to put myself out there but I don’t even know how to talk to boys.

Hello my love, i hope you are doing well. Let me start by saying that i am not an expert on talking to men, the fact that i found my boyfriend at all is something of a miracle in itself, so i may not be the best person to come to for advice, but i will try anyways 💕

First things first: confidence is key. Everyone loves confidence, whether they realize it or not. We're all attracted to people who have high self esteem and are very sure of yourselves, so start by working on your confidence. Positive affirmations help a lot. I recommend getting Self Esteem (3rd Edition) by Matthew McKay: i got it for 50 cents at a surplus store and it has done wonders for my self esteem and how i view myself. I think it would be helpful in building your confidence.

Next, don't worry about what you wear. I've pulled guys when i wore leggings, sweatshirts, old shorts, and tie dye shirts i made myself. Looks do not always matter. If a guy is interested in you and he wants to talk to you, trust me, he will. Don't worry your pretty head about being feminine or looking a certain way to attract guys.

Be friendly! I know it's hard when you're nervous, but the best way to get to know people is by being friendly and talking with them. See a cute guy in the grocery store? Ask him about something he has in his shopping cart, start a conversation. At the gym when you see a hot guy? Ask him how to use a specific machine and chat if you can. Just let things flow naturally. If he doesn't want to talk, just let him go, there's plenty of fish in the sea. If he does talk, ask him about himself: does he buy this product every time he goes grocery shopping, what recipes does he use this food in, how long has he been going to the gym, what does his workout routine consist of. Again, if he doesn't want to talk, he won't, so don't force it. Just relax and see where things go.

If you're REALLY desperate for attention, you could always post nudes on nsfw twitter. That's what i did for a while and it satisfied me for a bit (tbh that's actually how i met my boyfriend sksksk but that's a story for a different day). If you post nudes, don't show your face, don't share your real name or location, don't give out any clues as to who you are and where you live. Be as anonymous as possible. It may help satisfy your urge for male attention.

Overall, just be yourself. If a guy really wants to get to know you, he wants to know the REAL you, not just who you present yourself to be.

I hope you find what you're looking for sweetie, stay safe, love you 💕

[rubydracogirl]

HELPP IDK WHY IT PIQUED MY INTEREST 🤭🤭 I MEAN I OBVIOUSLYYY HAVE NOO INTEREST IN INK SANS (😈) BUT TO MY CREDITT I DID MANAGE TO BREATHE ENOUGH TO READ MORE!!!! i compared my heights to all of them and they could literally shoot a hoop with me a SLAM DUNK EVEN

SKSKSKS ME TOO BRO. I'm like 5.3, which isn't THAT short but it's still below average for a woman. I do occasionally enjoy short Sans headcanons (i giggle sometimes thinking about bullying Canon Ink) but my preference is definitely the Bara boys. There's various UT artists that I would blame it on. Malenchka comes to mind, as well as Melikitinas, who drew the Mafiafell Frans comic, "Sooner or Later, You're Gonna Be Mine".

I went from liking Sans and Papyrus in a very wholesome, platonic way to becoming a rabid self-shipper for them, which is uh, really well illustrated in my works 🤣🤣🤣