#this photoshoot is absolutely criminal

[sisaloofafump]

Thinking about Bruce getting hit by a spell that gives him catlike features for a year. It lasts long enough that he knows he can't hide it, so he integrates it into his public persona.

It doesn't really affect his Batman work. He perches on high places and turns away from physical affection like usual. His cowl already has places for ears and his tail is hidden by his cape. His balance is already so good. The eyes make his night vision better, the flexibility in his feet makes him swifter, he modifies the gloves to match Selina's claws.

But there are little things that change.

He's more sleepy, constantly, and it's rarely a deep nap but he nods off whenever he can. Every few days he needs to cuddle with someone safe and is restless and needy if he can't. His meals (already dense and few and far between) stick to a strict schedule. He sniffs things.

And with those that he's close to, it gets a little more apparent.

He deposits care packages at his kids' doors in the middle of the night with no explanation

He hisses at criminals

He licks his thumb and rubs sauce splatter off Alfred's face in the kitchen

Diana picks him up by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten and he just goes limp

Selina is having the absolute best time of her life. It doesn't matter that they're fighting, once she hears the news she runs back to Gotham and doesn't let him out of the bed for a week

She is, however, mockingly offended that he's both stolen her aesthetic and that he refuses to lean into it. She keeps making him catsuits. She "buys" him cat themed jewelry and he can't even complain about it because she's looking at him with such wonder and awe and then kissing him stupid

He melts into Clark's pets and practically climbs into his lap when they're alone. (Totally Platonically of course). He travels to Metropolis semi-regularly to take care of his cuddling needs away from the indignity of his household

He always checks and makes sure Superman's hair curl is perfect

Socialites love it. They pet his ears and his tail and he drapes himself over them pretending he loves it too, focusing all his attention on controlling his tail muscles and not letting it flick angrily

"Oh no, it didn't give me the muscles to purr" Brucie explains, and then he spots Friend! Ally! Lois Lane across the hall and starts purring up a storm

Lois is unbelievably smug as her and Bruce are nearly chased out by an incredibly jealous heiress

Both Cass and Stephanie are so excited and Steph stops avoiding patrols with Bruce because her need to sneak up behind him and pat his (cowled) head is too strong. He lets it happen. They work well together when she knows she's only allowed to keep it up if she follows all his other mission commands

Damian brings him pamphlets on feline health and behaviours and enforces strict adherence to its guidelines

Jason is insufferable about it, not lessening in his taunts even after the novelty has worn off for everyone else. Bruce once picks him up by the scruff and he goes limp

Wayne Foundation sells multiple photoshoot calendars, ranging from wholesome to downright scandalous. Selina (who is semi-publicly known to be Catwoman after her most recent arrests) directs them the shoot, to the horror of most of the crew

They sell out immediately

Lois buys all three and places the most scandalous in the kitchen with sticky notes covering the most sensitive areas (but leaving enough to let the imagination go wild). The wholesome one goes beside their bed and the mid tier one is on Clark's desk at the Planet. He moves it to Lois's desk. Lois changes his computer wallpaper a full frontal cat!Bruce nude

Bruce gets away with catnapping throughout any meeting he wants

He sets up a "nap room" attached to his office which provides ample excuse to sneak away or work on his batcomputer

Dick doesn't know how to feel. Humour, yes, but it reminds him of the cat themed entertainers at the circus and their acrobatic stunts. He teaches Bruce some of them. He doesn't say why (but Bruce knows)

Bruce chirps when he's sleepy. He curls up with Clark on the couch and Clark memorizes the sound

He accidentally chirps over comms once and without hesitation Clark and Diana reply back. The rest of the league is deeply confused but it becomes a nearly effective check in system for the Trinity

Clark subconsciously learns how to purr. Lois gives him absolute hell for it. The apartment vibrates minutely whenever Bruce is over

Bruce's ears and tail are horribly transparent about his emotions, especially negative ones. It's not purring or chirping that indicates contentment, but the lack of his tail's near constant flicking and ticked off ears

Tim is one of the only ones who tries to optimize the cat features as part of Batman. He isn't distracted by or infantilizing of them, but he also doesn't ignore them and pretend everything is the same

Duke thinks it's Bad Ass but doesn't push the gimmick when he realizes Bruce won't lean into it. He once snips off a piece of Bruce's fur on a dare by his civilian friends. He sells it for $690

Bruce goes cowl & capeless at core-group Justice League meetings because the suit still too constructing and sensory-overwhelming no matter how much he modifies it. His glare dares them to be distracted by it. They still are.

Most of them move on after a few months. Barry never does. Actually if we're being honest none of them do, but most of them stop hovering around and hoping to pet him. (And he trusts them. He allows some initial pets to get the curiosity out of their system. Until he gets overwhelmed and shuts it all down)

Hal is gravely injured on a mission and Bruce wraps him in his arms and purrs until evac arrives. They never talk about it again

Oliver wonders if he should get an animal themed transformation. Zatanna gives him a rat tail

Diana is delighted by the increased spring in his pounces and elects herself his principle sparring partner

(Dinah propositions him for a threesome. Bruce takes one look at Ollie's tail and walks away)

Bruce claws up Clark's cape and perches on his shoulders while he flies

He rips up little papers at his desk while working

When the batsignal goes up, he abandons everything and pounces towards it. Gordon finds him tapping at the bright light with his claw

Helena’s dog hates him

For a few weeks in the second month, he has two sets of canines as his adult cat teeth come in. What starts as a duo Alfred & Damian project to find appropriate teething material for Bruce that is a) effective and b) dignified enough Bruce would use it, spirals into a full batfamily effort. Too many people buy the exact same cheap adult batsignal chew necklace. Luke designs a high tech chewable batarang. Dick suggest an old cowl's ears. Finally someone brings him a chew necklace shaped like the Superman crest and Bruce gets way too much satisfaction walking out of a WE board meeting with an punctured and ruined El crest

Clark puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder during monitor duty, expecting either aloof rejection or a cuddle. Bruce bites him. That knocks the remaining baby teeth out

Diana performs his dental check ups because her fingers are strong but forgiving, and Clark Is Not Jealous

Bruce will give Jon and the shy children of socialites and WE employees piggybacks and let them play with his hair and ears, and or get away with tugging on his tail. It's uncomfortable, but he enjoys their glee and what little he can do to entertain them

Clark tries picking Bruce up by the scruff and Bruce hisses at him

Bruce only talks to J'onn telepathically

Unthinking, in an emergency, Bruce uses his serrated tongue and licks the kryptonite particles off of Clark's face

Inspired by the whiskers he unfortunately did not get, Bruce inputs sensors on the side of his cowl to help him judge what he's able to squeeze through

The one person who hates it is Kate. She attends some of the same events as Bruce as resents the attention he gets, both for his sake and because of her own annoyance. She thinks it's stupid how much mission time is wasted talking about it. She wishes it happened to her. She is Bruce's main ally in getting conversations back on track

Bruce gets so many love letters and proposals in the mail from all over the world. Selina puts them all in a binder and, even when wearing a disguise, pulls him closer whenever she sees one of the authors in person

Babs is (aside from changing some of his interface to have some cat themes) very professional about it. She low effort dresses up as a cat for a last minute Halloween event and Dick retches when she tries to flirt with him

Everyone buys him cat collars. Most are cheap gag gifts. Most are bat merch. Hal gives him a green lantern one. Steph gives him a Superman one.

Selina gives him dozens but the only one he'll wear isn't a collar at all but a lacy black choker with a dainty chain decal and a little heart charm. Bruce wears it to a gala and doesn't understand Clark's expression until he looks at it under a microscope. "Property of S". He looks into claw coverings Selina helped add to his gloves. "Property of C". Huh. Maybe that explains why Clark looked at them weird

His butt wiggles before he jumps

When the year is nearly up, Bruce pretends he won't mourn any of it and continues like normal. Selina debates trying to extend it. Zatanna could, but ultimately they decide to let it go

Unlike in the first week, Bruce and Selina fight a lot in the days before the end because emotions are high and Selina is clingy. It doesn't stop them from making the most of each night tho

Clark is disappointed that his time as Designated Bruce Cuddler and their semi-regular hangouts are coming to an end. Lois was dragging them through an X-Files marathon and they had only a couple seasons left

Diana gives in and takes him to the Andromeda Mall for a spa day so she can finally coo over him in relative privacy

When it ends, Bruce goes back to his old suit with no comment. He barely addresses the change and, aside from a few wayward jokes, people move on. But if they look closely, they'd see how the claws remain, and the springing support near his ankles

Selina leaves for a time after she realizes he wants to pretend it never happened and their increasing arguments were no longer tempered by sex. Bruce pretends it's not ironic that he'd lose two cat aspects of his life at once

Clark comes home late a few weeks later and finds Lois in her armchair and Bruce there with popcorn and X-Files queued up. Bruce sits on the opposite end of the couch, but he doesn't seem to mind when Clark tucks his legs up on the cushions and rests his feet against Bruce's thigh

Everyone still gives him cat toys too often

Selina spots Bruce in the lobby of her favourite ballet and the frills of a black lace choker are peaking out of his collar. She smiles

(Also for the next 4 years Hal will only show Batman as a cat during strategy simulations)

Anyway. Cat Bruce <33

[sapphicandgraphic]

The Girl Next Door

Synopsis: A new neighbor turns Melissa’s world upside down.

Chapter: 2/10 (The Peace Offering)

Series Warnings: Slow burn, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, protective Melissa, fem reader, age difference, WLW

Chapter Warnings: Parental death mentioned, casual sex mentioned, more adorable banter

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Chapter 2

You woke up well after midday with a dull headache and a very dry mouth. You blinked a few times, trying to figure out why you weren’t in bed. Then you remembered you didn’t have a bed yet. Which explained why you were still sprawled on the sofa, an open pizza box on the floor beside you. You looked down at the sad graveyard of stale crusts and grease stains, contemplating your options.

Boone had pinned a sticky-note to your chest: Shift starts at 7:00, don’t be late!

You crumpled the paper up and dragged yourself into a sitting position. First order of business was to chug some water, hop in a steaming shower, and put some clean clothes on. By the time you were dressed and out the door, it was almost 3:30.

Crossing the street, you set out for Angelo’s on Arch. Half an hour later, you had a massive Italian sub in one hand and a bag full of salty snacks in the other. You were climbing the stairs to your place when you ran into the redhead on the landing.

“Hey,” she said dryly. “She lives.”

“Barely,” you yawned.

Looking at the pinched expression on your face, Melissa felt a mild pang of sympathy. “What’s a matter, sweetheart? Somebody didn’t get their beauty sleep?”

Privately, Melissa thought it oughta be criminal to look as good as you did, considering the night you’d had. Your hair was windswept, your cheeks pinked softly by the chill outside. You might have just stepped out of a photoshoot.

“Nothing Angelo can’t fix,” you said bravely, holding the massive sandwich aloft. Then on a whim, you added, “Any interest in going halfsies with me? Consider it a peace offering for last night.”

“You know Angelo’s?” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s your order?”

“Chicken cutlet, fresh mozz, parm, basil—“

“You Italian?” she interrupted, suspicion clear in her face.

“No,” you grinned. “Just dated my fair share.”

Melissa tilted her head to the side, considering. She didn’t usually let her guard down with strangers, but there was something a little irresistible about your sleepy smile, your slouchy confidence. Plus, you weren’t technically a stranger anymore. And if you were going to be neighbors, she figured forming an alliance might be smart.

“Come on in, then.”

Her apartment had a layout like yours, but that was where the similarities ended. You felt a ripple of shame, remembering the absolute disaster zone waiting for you across the hall. Her home was cozy and warm, with soft lighting and comfy furniture. You found yourself being drawn in, tension easing out of your sore neck and shoulders.

“I never got your name,” you said, watching as she moved through the room on auto-pilot. She tossed her keys on the coffee table and disappeared around a corner, depositing her bags in the closet.

“Melissa,” she called, voice slightly muffled as she peeled her sweater off and tossed it on the bed.

You snuck a peek at the framed photos on her wall, looking for signs of a husband or boyfriend, lingering on a picture of her outside a red brick building with a mural. Her smile was radiant and she was surrounded by little kids.

“Oh, you’re a teacher,” you laughed. “That explains my desire to misbehave whenever you’re around.”

She came back in the room wearing a low-cut tee. Your eyes flickered down to the swell of her tits, the perfect valley of her cleavage where several gold necklaces caught the light and glimmered like bait on a fishing line. She quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Ya got a problem with authority, hon?’

“Among other things,” you said, trying to ignore the butterflies that flooded your stomach as she stalked toward you.

“So it’s my fault you’re a brat?”

She snatched the bags from you and headed into the kitchen, enjoying the flustered look on your face.

“What grade do you teach?” you asked, hoping the slight tremor in your voice wasn’t noticeable. Despite your drunken opener last night, it had been a while since you really flirted with anyone as hot as Melissa. Your game was extremely rusty.

“Second.”

You perched on a barstool at the counter, watching her work. Grabbing a knife, she sliced cleanly through the paper and set each sandwich half on a plate.

“Do you —“

“Uh-uh,” she said, holding up the knife to interrupt you. “My turn.”

She opened the fridge, retrieved a jar of pickles, and slid two spears onto the plates. “Why do your friends call you Hotshot?”

The blush returned to your face. That stupid nickname.

“I’m a paramedic,” you said. “When I was still a rookie, I revived a guy who OD’d on a hotshot—meth laced with fentanyl.”

“Jesus,” Melissa muttered.

“This was before Narcan, everyone thought he was a goner,” you explained. “I did CPR for 9 straight minutes, brought him back to life.”

You took the first bite of your sandwich and moaned. The sound was obscene and Melissa closed her eyes briefly, horrified to find a flush working its way up her neck.

“You always this loud?” she demanded, hoping to distract herself from the sight of your lips, slick with oil, and the purr of pleasure dancing around your soft pallete. Unfortunately, the way she phrased the question did nothing to cut the tension.

“Never had any complaints,” you said, batting your eyelashes.

“You know what I mean.” The edges of her mouth quirked up in a reluctant smile. “Are you always so loud when you eat?”

You waggled your finger at her playfully. “Not so fast,” you said. “According to your rules, it’s my turn to ask a question now.”

“Fine,” Melissa growled. “Just take smaller bites, I don’t wanna have to give you the Heimlich. Marone!”

You wasted no time. “You single?”

The redhead faltered, a disquieted look muting the smile that had been working its way across her face. “Yeah,” she said. “You?”

“Very,” you said.

“What about that guy who answered your door last night?”

“Who, Boone?” You took a bite of pickle, waving the spear in a dismissive gesture. “He’s just a friend.”

Melissa looked skeptical. “Pretty cute friend.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Not really my type.”

She watched as you shoveled more food into your mouth, fighting a smile. Despite what she said, Melissa liked a girl who could eat. And you clearly relished the flavors, eyes closed in satisfaction as you chewed each bite.

“Why’d ya go AWOL?”

You licked some sauce off your finger. “Hmm?”

“Last night, you said you went AWOL.” She opened two sodas and slid one across the counter toward you.

“Oh, that,” you said, debating how to respond. “My dad died right after I graduated college.”

The words even took you by surprise. You didn’t usually talk about him, much less with perfect strangers. The air seemed to calcify, the way it always did when grief entered the room. Melissa waited patiently, not rushing to fill the silence.

“It was…sudden. One second he was walking around complaining about the lawnmower, the next we were picking out a casket.”

Melissa made a small hum of sympathy.

“And then my family kind of imploded,” you continued, seemingly unable to stop spilling your guts to this woman. “He was the one that kept us all…” you trailed off, taking a shaky breath.

Melissa reached toward you gently, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You don’t gotta explain,” she said softly.

You nodded, taking another bite of your sandwich. “Anyway, I stuck around for the funeral, then I ran off and joined the Peace Corps. Haven’t been back in a few years.”

“Peace Corps?” Melissa asked, genuinely curious. “What kind of work did you do?”

“Community health projects mostly. Administered vaccines to kids, worked on a water sanitation project.” You crumpled up the parchment paper from your demolished sammie and tossed it in the trash can across the room.

“Wow,” Melissa said, feeling a little ashamed that she had initially written you off. “I’m impressed.”

“It wasn’t all halos and angel wings,” you said with a naughty smile. “In my spare time I traveled and partied and had lots of casual sex.”

Melissa snorted, and you realized how much you liked making her laugh. She popped a potato chip into her mouth, and you realized how much you liked being the one to bring her food. She licked her lips, and you realized how much you wanted to taste them. Uh-oh.

The redhead looked up to find you watching her, and her eyes narrowed. “What?” she asked gruffly.

“Sorry,” you said, praying your thoughts weren’t written plain as day on your face. “Just zoned out for a second.”

She regarded you with her usual suspicion, but then nodded. “Food coma.”

You laughed. “Yeah, but it was worth it.”

You chatted for a little while longer, Melissa giving you the skinny on the neighbors down the hall, the building management, the super. When you checked your watch and realized what time it was, you stood up.

“I guess I should get going,” you said, stretching. Yep, sleeping on the sofa had been a mistake. “Gotta try and clean up the mess before my shift starts.”

Melissa’s eyes darted down to the slip of skin that appeared as you reached overhead, your shirt hiking up far enough to expose the delicate jut of your hip bones.

“Oh,” the redhead said, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “You workin’ nights?”

“For now,” you nodded. “My old boss agreed to give me my job back, but I still gotta eat shit for a little while.”

Melissa followed you to the door.

“Be careful out there,” she said suddenly. You turned around on the threshold, smirking.

“Graveyard shift in downtown Philly,” you said, clapping your hands and rubbing them together. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m serious, kid. City’s changed a lot in the last few years. Watch your six.”

Your roguish smile transformed into something soft, almost tender.

“What?” Melissa grumbled.

“Nothing,” you said. “It’s just, I knew you liked me.”

With a little mischievous wave, you disappeared into the hallway. Melissa frowned, closing the door with a vague sense of unease.

“Don’t get attached, Schemmenti,” she muttered, wandering back into the kitchen to clean up. Unfortunately, whether she wanted to admit it or not, that particular ship had already sailed.

Chapter 3

[art-missy]

You had never seen a puppy getting drunk but you were certain that if you saw any, it would look like Xia Fei at the moment.

"I'm so sorry for being drunk !"

The poor man was crying, head on your lap, face hidden in your stomach. His sobs sounded like small puppies squeaks to your ears and his grip on your top was clearly desperate. You should have seen it coming when he said he wanted to try that new pub down the street you lived in. It started with him laughing and dancing adorably at the pub, then him sobbing on your lap in your home.

"Do you know that you have a photoshoot in a few hours ?" you sighed.

He looked up at you, his puffy eyes watery and red.

"I'm so sorry !" he cried and winced when you let out a small sigh. "Could you help me ?"

"Of course I will," you patted his head. "Let's start with a warm citrus tea, yeah ?"

He nodded, looking at you as if you held the universe in your hands. He let you stand up and followed you in your kitchen. You opened a cabinet and found a pack of crackers.

"I'll also prepare you a tray. You can return on the couch."

He pouted, shook his head and back hugged you. You felt his chin on the top of your head as you moved around the kitchen. The slight scent of beer from his breath distracted you a little.

"How many glasses did you have ?" you asked as you put water in a kettle.

His pout deepened.

"Won't tell you."

"Why ?" you frowned as you spun around to look at him.

"You would scold me," he looked away. "I don't want you to scold me."

You bit your lower lip. Xia Fei, was too adorable for your own good and you sometimes suspected he was using of his charms on you. His slightly disheveled look, his cute pouty lips, his heavy-lidded eyes, his dilated pupils, the red on his cheeks... No wonder he was the hit model of his modeling company. You let out a small sigh.

"I admit that I would."

Huffing, he clumsily grabbed the hem of your top like a shy child.

"See ?" he grumbled.

The kettle start whistling, interrupting your thoughts.

"Go back to the couch. I'll be bringing the tray in the living room."

"No," he shook his head. "I'm not leaving you."

A clingy puppy. A clingy, pouty, tall, handsome and criminally adorable puppy. A puppy that could barely stand on his feet.

"You're going to fall," you deadpanned.

"I'm no—"

He fell. Right in the center of your kitchen. His head slowly turned in your direction until you made eye contact. Then, once his eyes correctly anchored into yours, he started sobbing.

"I...I-I d-didn't do it on purpose, I swear !" he cried.

Biting your lip again, you contained your laughter and helped him up. If only you had recorded this, the video would have gone viral.

"I know, don't worry. You're fine. Let's sober you up, okay ?"

You gently dragged him to your couch and put a warm cup of tea in his hands. You then wrapped him in a warm blanket and presented a cracker to his mouth. He immediately bit into it, a sleepy pout on his lips.

"I'm so tired, tonight," he grumbled.

"It's two p.m."

"Ah."

"Your photoshoot is at four. Finish your tea, eat a few more crackers then sleep a little. You'll feel less shitty."

His gaze returned to you, the tears returning. Oh no.

"You think I'm shitty ?"

You immediately shook your head, cupping and squishing his red cheeks in your hands.

"Nope ! I think you're criminally cute. But you must feel shitty right now because of the alcohol you drank earlier, don't you ?"

He nodded lazily, leaning into your touch.

"I do," he agreed, his words muffled by your soft hold.

"Good. Now tea, crackers, and nap," you said with a gentle firmness.

"On your lap ?" he slurred with hope gleeming in his eyes.

"Ah ?"

"Can I take a nap on your lap ?"

And could you even refuse him ? Was he using his charms on you ? You had absolutely no idea and you did not really care. You would let him snuggle between your ribs if he ever asked you to.

"Finish your tea and crackers first."

[3416]

I' m sorry but the fact that we aren't getting Mitch posing in just the underwear is absolutely criminal. I. demand. a recount!

Calvin Klein is as big as it is because of their photoshoots with famous men modeling them. This is a Canadian tragedy that will spawn movies and plays. Feed the children Mitchell!

JFLKJSDKLFJSDKLF.. i will say there's almost something more erotic about being able to see the waistband above the shorts but not him in them... i wonder if he tries to keep his image pg on purpose sometimes, but STILL... THE SHOTS OF HIM IN THOSE FITS AT THE BOATHOUSE ARE better advertisements than the ones they posted.. maybe (hopefully) there are more hd pics to come 🤞🤞.... but yeah calvin klein should come make a deal with him NOW please

[mark-watto-watson]

It's absolutely criminal that I haven't put these here yet. Feast your eyes on the best photoshoot ever done of Watto. Bless Alan, bless the man that you can fin on THIS Instagram account! For finally taking very very good photos of Mark.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

I know everyone is predicting stuff for GMMTV P2 but the majority of my "predictions" (that are probably a little tin-foil hat coded) are not from that.

Do not get me wrong I enjoy GMMTV BLs. But I am honestly not as exited about new stuff from them. Once we have it I will probably enjoy most of them (unleass they fuck up in a major way again). But I can't build enough anticipations for any of it (especially since what I really want is never going to happen).

My non GMMTV BL prediction of this year and early 2025 are as follows:

CHANGE 2561 would be very very stupid to not capitalized on how much the cast of Pit Babe is close to each other and is able to create "shippable" content with non "official" ships. Also they did a bit of BL history already with Pit Babe, and I think they can do more by announcing some projects that break up the official pairs after the next one (the long bean one)

FoureverYou is not filming, that leads me to believe that the Vampire Project might not be the only project they are shopping around for. Despite the fact they are doing promo photoshoots and have all the cast ready and they did the blessing event thing (sorry I am not sure how to call it at this time) there has been no filming. Half the cast is still being managed by Wabi Sabi despite the fact that they are obviously not looking to do that anymore. SO THEORY: This is also getting shopped around. I don't think that GMMTV is getting this one, because of how fast the part 2 is coming up now. But another studio might be getting, along with the rest of the Wabi Sabi actors that are not GMMTV and don't want to go indipendent.

Barcode being at all the promotional stuff with Ta (and Copper) makes me think they might be testing the water. JeffBarcode have Wuju Bakery but then nothing, and Copper is leaving soon, so no pairing with Ta is able to happen. They might be testing the waters to eventually pair Ta and Barcode as leads in a BL ---- I am not saying I 100% want this, I would be ok with them not having a pair braind. But BOC is short on bankable pairs. So far they have one. BibleJes is getting tested with 4 Minutes and all the other boys don't have a set pairing. A third pair for them would help them a lot.

---- CONTROVERSIAL THEORY UP HEAD (It's about Mame - putting under the read more so you don't have to engage with it If you don't want)

I am not saying you have to agree - I am not even saying I am correct - I am speculating only. This thoughts are colored by my expirience and I can only speak for myself.

The BossNouel Mame series (the one that is based off the Minor Side Couple in TharnType s2 - the neighboors with the jealous boyfriend and the younger uni guy) is not going to happen. Hear me out, not only did Nouel just cut his hair in a way that would totally clash with how the character he is supposed to play looks like. It would also be very bad for them. I have recently re-watched TharnType and it appears obvious to me (although again I might be wrong - this is just my opinion) that this ship is basically less bratty Rain and less bad boy Phayu. They are basically the same dynamic at their core. And if BossNoeul does this, they will get typecasted all the way to hell.

That is what killed OhmFluke (UWMA) and it is absolutely still hurting their job prospers even now. Fluke as expressed already that he wished to do a Mafia style BL, something where he played a criminal, but he is not getting that.

I think BossNouel should not play a dynamic that is so similar to their first one.

I know I don't know these people and I am just speculating, but that haircut is not something a naive and innocent babyfied character like the one is supposed to play should have. Love Sea finished filiming. They should be working on the BossNouel series soon. So why cut his hair now?

Plus Mame re-realesing TharnType and Don't Say No on YouTube full episodes and all, might have been a way to get people to recall the characters BossNouel are supposed to play, their are supposed to play in that universe.

That is why the series got re-released (I am guessing) which means they expect to shoot relatively soon. So again, why cut his hair in a way that that character wouldn't have. Because as it stands they would have to use a wig on him.

Unleass they are doing something very very different in which case why dragged the TharnType characters back, or they are not doing that anymore.

I don't know. I might be wrong.

Do not come at me about Mame or about how wrong I am the ship. Engage with the post in good faith or leave (covering my ass)

[sleaze4sleaze]

I forget about Pierce and remember him at random and every single time I. Sylvester needs 2 drag him into an impromptu photoshoot. He is so criminally pretty, absolutely beautiful, Ves needs to capture it

[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter 56: Exchange

Chapter Fifty-six: Exchange 

[A/N: Yes, the rumors are true! After forever, I’m finally updating my fanfiction. Sorry it’s taken so long, lol. Someone commented that I should have an upload schedule, which I agree with. Right now my goal is a chapter a month, which is something I’ll try to stick to. This story is so close to being finished, which I’m excited about. Sorry if this chapter isn’t super exciting, I had more plans for it but I had to split up this chapter because it started getting long so the next chapter will be more like normal. I could also just be totally anxious since it’s been so long since I posted and this chapter could be fine, lmao. I suppose that’s enough rambling, I’ll let you guys decide how I did lol. As always, comments are appreciated! Thanks, and sorry again, lmao. 

-Stephanie]

Misa’s POV: 

“Remember, today’s an important day, Misa-chan,” Light spoke in a hushed yet urgent tone. The morning light was lazy as it streamed in through the bedroom window. Misa watched the sun peak through the clouds as she listened to Light continue on over the phone. This time, Light was the one who had called her first, something Misa was rather excited about. Misa supposed that it would be an interesting day, to say the least. 

“Are you sure you’re ready to go through with this? Absolutely ready?”

He’s certainly rather chipper…well, he must mean business, Misa thought. Despite knowing that he could not see her face, she gave what she thought was an enthusiastic nod. She sat up in her bed, as alert as ever. Even though it was too early in the morning to be awake, talking to Light was more than enough to energize her, and she was determined to do a good job, at the photoshoot and for their little secret exchange. 

As good a job as I can do anyway, at least while I’m currently acting as the Second Kira. Soon, I’ll be just plain Misa Amane, model, singer, and fashion icon, once more. How boring, but I suppose it’s a necessary evil for the time being it seems. 

Yes. I’m ready.” 

Oh well. It’s a new beginning, for me and for Light. For Kira and his new Second Kira. Yes, Misa gave another nod. It’s my time to shine. My last time to shine as the Second Kira. As per Light’s orders, I have names written down of criminals to be killed over the next few days. That way, there is insurance that there are no gaps between killings as this fresh start takes place. Luckily for us, that leaves no room for L or anyone else on that damned Task Force to be suspicious! Wow, Light sure does think of everything, huh? He’s arranged this whole little operation all by himself; how brilliant! 

“I’m ready, Light-kun.” Misa repeated. “I’m more than ready.”

“Good,” was Light’s response. “Now, just to review…you have the note I told you to write as well? Make sure it’s securely attached and tucked into the pages of the death note so Mikami and I will be able to keep contact via the instructions listed on there. And make sure it’s safely hidden as well once it’s inside the locker. There shouldn’t be any cameras in the room, for privacy reasons of course, but we don’t need anyone accidentally touching the notebook. I know we went over everything already, but it’s better to be thorough. This whole operation is supposed to be subtle and simple, we don’t need any possible witnesses.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Light-kun. After what happened with Ryuzaki-san, I have a strict no perverts policy.” She let out a small laugh as she continued on, “besides, the main dressing room we’re using will be out closer by the set. You are more than aware of that, there should be no one left loitering around once the photoshoot begins. It’s a closed set and my manager is a guy, there’s no need for him to be in the room. Only my assistants will be in the locker room with me, but as we covered in our initial plans, they’ll leave me if I ask to be alone for a moment. As I told you before, they usually let me be.” 

“Good, good…I tried to think everything through logistically. It’s best to be prepared though for any type of situation,” although Misa couldn’t see his face, she imagined the way Light was probably smirking at her right now. “You got this, right? I’m entrusting you with this important task, Misa-chan.”

“I got this!” She chirped into the phone. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to keep reminding me. It’s not rocket science, it’s like passing notes in school, but a lot more secretive and stuff!”

“I just want you to be aware,” Light was saying. “I’m sure that today will go as planned, but as I said, it's better to be thorough.”

Misa gave a soft sigh at his words, her eyes grazing towards her alarm clock. It was still a bit early, but the sooner she got ready, the better. For herself and for Light. 

After all, it’s always better to get organized as soon as possible. They don’t call me one of the best in the fashion world for no reason! And, as Light had said, it was very important to be prepared for any situation. 

Misa decided to be as prepared as possible for Light and for his mission. She let out another chuckle as she imagined Light’s face. Of course, she supposed she had to have an award for such a task. It was only reasonable, after all, she needed some motivation to keep her going. There was no harm in that.  

“Anyway, I should start getting ready! Remember, after I complete this mission, you owe me a date.”

“Misa,” She heard Light sigh into the phone, something she opted to ignore. A date was of course within her terms and conditions, especially as she was about to give up being the Second Kira for who knows how long. There was a brief pause as Light was seemingly gathering his thoughts, but Misa didn’t wait for his response, instead she persisted with her demand. 

“I may not have my memories of being the Second Kira anymore after this, but I’ll of course remember the date that you promised we would have. This was my condition for completing this task, you know.” 

“Look, Misa-chan, I don’t remember promising you a date, but I promi-”

“No, no take-backsies!” Misa interrupted again, her voice a singsong as she spoke. She then jumped down from her bed, her socks creating a soft plop sound as she hit the floor below. Taking her chance at his brief silence, she kept going. Her words were rushed, but her tone was light.  “I’ll see you later, Light-kun! Don’t worry, you can count on me! I love you!”

With that, Misa hung up. She walked over to her mirror, studying the stylish reflection before her. There was a pep in her step and a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she got ready that morning. After changing out of her pajamas and lacing up her boots, she decided it was finally time to get going. 

Almost time to report to work. How exciting! After all, today is an important day, an important task! And I get to look good while doing it! 

Her eyes shone extra bright as she grabbed the mysterious notebook, which laid undisturbed on her nightstand. Ryuk trailed behind her, unfinished apple in hand, as she deposited the death note, which also had the note Light had mentioned tucked away within its pages, into her small backpack. After checking to ensure her bag was secure, she gave a small hum of approval at her work. 

It’s go time. 

With that, she was ready to face the day. Misa glanced behind her at Ryuk, “let’s do this!”

Today’s the day. My last day acting as the Second Kira. My final act…just you wait, Light. As I said, I’m more than ready. 

/timeskip/

Misa hummed along to herself as she opened her designated locker. As was planned, she was left all alone in the locker room. Her assistants had left to go help set up in order to prepare for the magazine photoshoot; she would be modeling for a new product design to be released by none other than the Yotsuba Group. It was a funny situation, but also a fortuitous one as it allowed for an excuse to pass off the notebook to its next successor. 

After triple checking that she was, in fact, alone, Misa Amane slipped the notebook discreetly behind her purse. As Light had instructed, Misa felt at the very back wall of her locker, feeling for the loose brick. She then moved the brick aside, pushing it to the corner of the storage unit. Afterwards, she grabbed the death note once more, checking for a quadruple time that she was still alone in the room.

Good good, everything is going smoothly. Not that I thought it would go bad, I think Light was worrying too much earlier. After all, I have a pretty simple task. Therefore, I’m confident I can do a good job! Like I said, it’s like passing a note, but in a much more elaborate way, kind of cool actually…it’s like I’m a secret agent! I suppose in a way, I am. 

Misa laughed a little to herself, and with some quick movements, the death note was now pushed up in the back of the locker. Ryuk gave a small chuckle as she rolled it up ever so carefully, placing it partially inside a small hole that was accessible to the other room; the other locker room aka the men’s locker room, which sat directly next door to the women’s locker room. It was a pretty good set up, one that would make their plan run much smoother.

She was grateful she had tested the death note some days prior, and was even more grateful that, if rolled up, it was seemingly small enough to fit through some rather tight spaces. Tight spaces including said peephole that connected the two locker rooms together, something that Misa was quite thankful for, as it worked in their favor. Taking a step back a moment, she admired her handiwork. 

“Aha! How cool!”

It’s a good thing Light had me scope out the place first! It’s usually the assistant's job to scope out modeling shoot locations, but I was able to convince them to let me come along! It was also pretty lucky that I found a locker that had a false backing to it. After a few duds, I noticed the loose brick in this particular space, I thought it was rather suspicious…and what do you know, I totally lucked out! I didn’t have to carve out my own hole to transfer the notebook, which makes my job a lot easier. Of course, it’s entirely not a good thing, seeing as a peeping tom probably was the one who made the hole there in the first place, but it fortunately also makes good use when exchanging secret documents…or, in this case, the death note! 

“Hyuk hyuk, wow. I never imagined I’d see the death note folded like that,” Ryuk quipped, yet another apple in his hand now that the two were alone. “There’s no technical rule saying you can’t do that, but it still feels rather wrong…not that I care too much, don’t get me wrong. As long as that death note isn’t irrevocably damaged, it makes no difference to me. You humans are rather silly though, if you ask me…all this just to exchange the notebook.” 

“Oh Ryuk,” Misa gave a laugh as she studied the shinigami, who had moved on to try and fish out another apple from his pockets. “I can always count on you to be honest, can’t I? Don’t worry, Mikami will be here to pick up the notebook within the hour. It won’t be stuck like that for too long.”

With that, Misa leaned forward and shut her locker once more. After checking that the door to the locker was locked and secure, Misa clapped her hands together. Her part in the plan was now almost over. In a way, she was almost as sad as she was excited; the prospect of a date with Light Yagami was more than enough to keep her going, but she was going to miss acting as the Second Kira. Not to mention, it was an extra excuse she wouldn’t have anymore to see Light, at least for the time being. However, she was willing to do whatever she needed to do in order for Kira to succeed and, possibly, get ahead. That made everything that she was doing more than worth it, she wanted to be useful to Light. 

Alright! Everything is all officially locked away now… the passcode to the locker was only given to me and Mikami. In case of an emergency, he can always sneak into the women’s locker room to retrieve the notebook…but he should be able to access the locker and grab the notebook from the other side without any issues. 

Misa gave a hum of excitement, watching Ryuk down the apple he was holding. “You better eat that apple quickly, Ryuk. It's almost time for the exchange. Now remember, I will be in the middle of the photoshoot, so I won’t be able to speak with you directly. Just keep an ear out, and when you hear me say the phrase, ‘exchange clothes’ or something similar when it’s time for my outfit change, that means that I want to give up ownership of the death note. That’ll be the cue. ‘Kay, Ryuk?”

“Hah, ‘exchange clothes’, got it.” Ryuk was amused, but he followed Misa quietly as she walked toward the door of the locker room. Her footsteps gave a slight echo as she clicked around in her heels. She was determined to finish her role as the Second Kira with pride. After all, this was all for Light.

It’s time… 

“Alright, let’s do this…” She spoke to no one in particular as she opened the door. It was time for phase two of the exchange. Misa let out a breath as she took a step outside the room, ready to leave the world of Kira and death notes behind her. 

/time skip/ 

Mikami’s POV: 

Mikami gave a small chuckle as he walked through the desolate outer hallway of the first floor business. It was one of Yotsuba’s subsidiary businesses, but it housed a good location for filming, or so he had overheard from an employee outside, presumably on a work break. The employee had been on the phone, but he had been talking loud enough for the prosecutor to hear as he walked by to enter the building. 

Although Mikami wasn’t sure who the original owner of the notebook was, he was almost certain that this ‘Kira’ he was receiving it from was Misa Amane herself or one of her employees, not anyone from Yotsuba Group. He had been keeping in contact with a mysterious woman, someone who had given him orders from the original ‘Kira’ himself. She had said she was the current Kira, acting in place of the original for the time being. According to her, it was time for this power to pass onto him for safe keeping. The task before him was both an honor and a privilege, one that he would accept with pride. His new role as the Second Kira, becoming a god among men.

However, this was no easy task, it was one that demanded the utmost loyalty, dedication, and trust. Therefore, he assumed this woman was someone of high importance to Kira, someone whose ideals aligned more closely to his, not someone from the Yotsuba Group; they were infamous in the legal world as a business who was known to house some rather shady business practices, which he heard about from his fellow colleagues. This narrowed down the list of possible acting Kiras to just Misa or one of her two assistants, who he had briefly seen from his car as they had entered the building almost an hour before. 

As curious as Mikami was to find out her identity, he had some work to do that was more important - namely, the exchange itself. He had been told that all of Misa’s staff and Yotsuba building employees would be gathered for Misa Amane’s photoshoot, something that all but guaranteed that no one would be snooping about in either locker room. The shoot would last around four hours, and he decided to wait around an hour before entering the building, just to be safe and ensure that the shooting was well underway before making his move. 

He walked through the building, careful not to appear too out of place in case anyone would be walking nearby. Just in case, there was a forged Yotsuba workpass housed in his pocket in case anyone had any questions for him. Being a lawyer, all he had to say was that he was a legal representative. Despite having a good cover, he didn’t want to risk seeing or talking to any of the employees, less of a mess that way. Less risky. Lucky enough for him, the halls were barren as promised, and he was able to locate the locker rooms at the end of the hallway without any issues. 

The two rooms were split off, the men’s side separated from the women’s side. However, despite being technically separated, the two rooms were side by side. His eyes peered at the signs written on the doors, then at the door handles, and he counted to ten in his head. After ten seconds had passed, he concluded there was no movement on either side or in any direction, meaning he should be more than totally alone. If there was anyone, they would have likely heard his footsteps and would have potentially questioned him by now. 

Mikami took that as his cue to continue onward in his mission. He walked forward, his hand meeting the handle, careful not to be too loud. With a simple light swoosh, he opened the door and walked into the men’s locker room. As he had suspected, he was alone, causing him to relax a little. 

The prosecutor looked about the room, his sharp eyes grazing over all the locker numbers until he spotted his designated spot - the locker that was closest to the side wall, inconspicuous and well-hidden. The locker that was secretly connected to the women’s locker room - locker 1228. After spotting his prey, he gave a light chuckle, his footsteps light as he walked toward the locker. 

Mikami paused for a moment, retracing his footsteps in his mind. After triple checking that there was no one around the room with him, or nearby in the hallway, he reached forward. The pinpad beeped as he typed away the password, and it gave a final, slightly louder beep followed by a click as it unlocked. He reached upward and opened the locker, in all its glory. It was just a normal locker, but hidden deep in the back of the unit was a small hole. A small hole that had been filled with a particular noteworthy object, the very same object that was promised to him for safekeeping. 

The notebook! It’s here as promised! Mikami’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the notebook, which had the words ‘death note’ printed on the cover. The same one that he had discussed with that mysterious woman via secret texts and phone calls. He gave a chuckle as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. 

So, this is it, eh? This is that infamous killing ‘notebook’ that was spoken about…the notebook that I was told held Kira’s killing powers…all of his secrets, it must be written down here in this death note! 

Mikami gave another snicker as the realization started to dawn on him. All of Kira’s powers were about to become his own. He was about to become Kira’s proxy, a position most desired by his many loyal supporters. The prosecutor had looked through and commented on various forums composed of him and other fans who gave their unwavering favor and support to Kira. In fact, he had even appeared on multiple television programs in the crowd, surrounded by others who shared his mindset. Of the many, many people who would have loved for Kira to even give them a glimmer of acknowledgement, he was chosen. Him and only him. He had to admit, it was something that was rather fitting. Of all people Kira could have chosen, he picked a criminal prosecutor, someone who more than shared his ideals. This Kira was just as smart as Mikami suspected he was, someone who knew how to be sneaky and powerful. And here was Mikami, who was honored to be working with him. 

Of course, he thought it was a scam when he first received contact but Kira and his Second Kira were able to prove their identities via criminals killed. They predicted their deaths, up to the exact second of passing, and Mikami was able to see for himself Kira’s true power. Although he had never met this woman or Kira in person, he was more than happy to accept this task, as he felt Kira and himself shared many similar beliefs. Kira was able to do what he was unable to do as a criminal prosecutor, and for that, he revered him. 

He had to admit, he had long suspected that Kira may not have always been working alone. That made sense, after all, there may be times that Kira would be unable to move or punish evildoers for any various reason. Whatever the reason, he was certain he would do a good job in Kira’s stead. He was determined to do whatever it took to ensure justice prevailed and that Kira would remain a world power.

It’s almost too good to be true. This notebook, Kira’s killing power, his secrets, hidden away in this one small locker, trapped between both locker rooms, just waiting to be snatched away! And, most of all, it’s called the ‘death note’, a rather fitting name, if you ask me. I have to admit, I thought it was pretty insane when I first heard the way that Kira kills. It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another thing entirely to see such a sacred notebook sitting right in front of me! It is truly amazing, a small notebook that holds so much power. It’s right here within my grasp, all I have to do is accept it! 

Mikami was more than ready to accept his fate as the newly appointed Second Kira. He reached forward into the locker, gingerly fitting his hand around the rolled up object. With a slight tug, he was able to shake the notebook free from its confines of the hole. No longer sandwiched in between two lockers and two different rooms, the notebook was now safely in his hands. 

Finally, Mikami was able to breathe in a sigh of relief, at least for the time being. He took a moment to relish this feeling, breathing in deeply as he held the notebook. There were many times in court that he felt powerless, but here in this moment, he was the one wielding all the power. It was him who could now take matters into his own hands, it was him who could correct all the wrongs within society. It was him who could fight back and enact justice for those who could not stick up for themselves, and punish those who deserved it. 

It’s mine! All mine! Its powers will aid me in doing what Kira wills me to do! It’s up to me to do this! Only I have this honor! 

“Hyuk, why hello. It’s nice to meet you, Teru Mikami. You seem to have taken quite a liking to this ratty old notebook of mine.”

The sudden noise caused Mikami to let out a grunt of surprise, which caused him to nearly drop the notebook. Standing right in front of him was a most terrifying monster, a magical being that Mikami had assumed was merely a fairytale. Surely, no such being existed. There was no reason for such a being to exist in the so-called ‘real world’, or so Mikami had thought. Mikami soon realized that he had thought wrong. 

What the hell?! What is this thing? Is it really…? Could it be…? It can’t be right? I’m imagining things, but still… 

“W-who are you?” Mikami pushed up his glasses, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the strange black creature with wings before him. “No, wait. What are you?” 

It was both terrifying and confusing, Mikami wasn’t sure what he had expected after retrieving the notebook, but it certainly wasn’t such a creature. He had expected to deposit the death note into his briefcase and leave. Instead, here he was face to face with something he never even thought existed. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you or anything. The name’s Ryuk. I’m a shinigami and I’m the original owner of the notebook that Kira passed down to you.”

Shinigami! Mikami’s eyes went wide. I can’t believe it! So it’s true… I was right, that old folk legend! This creature is a God of Death, and this is his notebook! Amazing, terrifying, yes but amazing…a shinigami, this is part of being an owner of the death note, part of being Kira, or in my case, Second Kira… 

The being laughed in amusement at Mikami’s sudden discovery. Mikami fought his nerves and continued staring at him, determined not to back down. He wanted to appear as brave as he could despite this little hiccup. That was one thing he learned doing his job, you had to always appear cool and collected. Especially when dealing with criminals, or in this case, a shinigami who towered over him. 

“I doubt I’d show up on a human camera, but a picture would last longer,” the shinigami replied and Mikami was almost certain that the creature was trying to crack a joke. 

What an interesting being…he has a sense of humor, eh? What a way to lighten the mood. I suppose he’s gotten this sort of reaction before. 

The joke aside, Mikami was ready to get into it. He was ready to take on his position as the Second Kira. There were many things swirling around in his head, and he was ready to take action, and hopefully get some answers. 

But still…when it comes down to it…   

“The source of Kira’s killing power is this death note and a shinigami?”

“Kind of a package deal, really. Well explained in the manual, now written in both Japanese and English,” Ryuk explained, giving a slight nod. “I can answer some questions, if you have any, but mostly I just sort of hang around. Don’t expect me to do much but watch, if you want my complete honesty. Also I’m not here to guide you on what’s right or wrong, or even influence your decisions at all. The notebook right now is entirely yours…it’s up to you what you want to do with it, I don’t care.”  

“Amazing…” Mikami murmured to himself, the initial shock wearing off as the excitement now rolled back in. He pushed up his glasses, deep in thought. After all, this was a lot for him to process. It wasn’t like he had expected to see such a creature, he was only expecting to take the notebook and leave. 

A package deal, eh? Interesting…a magical creature and a magical notebook, both of which are now my responsibility for the time being, what a well kept secret that this Kira and Second Kira had, it’s truly impressive, I have to admit…hm, wait a moment…I had no idea he was even in the room with me, until…   

Something in Mikami’s mind clicked and he glanced between the death note and Ryuk, “so no one else can see or hear you but the owner of the notebook…is that correct? You appeared after I touched the notebook…interesting.”

“Yeah, it’s something like that,” Ryuk gave a slight nod as he shifted around. He was rather flighty, Mikami noted. Not able to sit still.  “But we can go over that later.”

Ah right. Mikami looked around, that’s for the best…people. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before someone starts looking around the premises. On the off chance that someone is around…if someone hears any noise, they may start to look around. The last thing I need to do is draw any attention to myself. Not when I’ve already come this far and gotten the notebook safely within my grasp. 

As if he could hear his thoughts, the shinigami gave another chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’re alone right now…but you’re right, we should probably get a move on. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, you humans are strange creatures. Strange creatures who don’t like looking like they’re talking to no one…”

“Well. Maintaining a good image is important,” Mikami confirmed, feeling slightly more at ease with the creature before him. The fear was also starting to wear off as he realized this shinigami was likely not a threat. 

This shinigami creature is quite odd…it doesn’t seem like he’s lying to me, his body language tells me that much. I suppose he doesn’t stand to gain from lying anyway, he did mention that he doesn’t care at all what I do.  

“You sound just like Li-” Ryuk paused, as if to realize he had started to say something he shouldn’t have. He gave a slight cough, “well, let’s just say it’s no fun not having anyone to talk to.” 

At this, Mikami’s ears perked up, Li? I sound just like Li? This… this has to be the identity of the first Kira he almost revealed right? For privacy and safety purposes, it’s obvious the identities of the Kira and Second Kira have to be hidden…although, I have to admit, I’m rather curious…well, we can get to that later. Right now, I’m crunched for time…better to be safe than sorry, right? Back to the task at hand, Teru Mikami! 

The prosecutor let out his own small laugh in amusement. “Well, you said your name was Ryuk, correct? Hm. Don’t worry, Ryuk…the fun is about to start.” 

Mikami gave his glasses another push, a glint in his eyes as he stuffed the notebook into his briefcase, being careful not to crinkle it. Unrolling it was a task in itself and he wanted to keep it in a pristine condition. He vowed to keep it safe and hidden. After all, to the public he was acting as Kira now. He had a reputation to uphold. 

Mikami was extra cautious as he retraced his footsteps through the building, Ryuk trailing close behind him. It appeared the photoshoot was well underway, as the halls remained empty and the only thing that could be heard was his footsteps hitting the polished floors below. He kept a brisk pace, and within a moment, he was able to clear the building, leaving not a trace behind him. The hard part was now officially over. Mikami made his way to his car, a smirk on his face as the events of the last few minutes played through his mind once more. 

It’s my turn. My chance being the Second Kira. It’s my time to shine… 

“Hyuk, you seem rather excited.” Ryuk gave a laugh. He was loitering around in the backseat, watching as Mikami unloaded the briefcase into the seat beside him. Mikami then settled into the driver’s seat, ready to take off. 

“As I mentioned, Ryuk, I’m sure things will be rather fun.” 

Rather fun, indeed. The exchange was a success. It’s official, I’m now the new Second Kira. 

[thegirlsivebeenfanblog]

Hey!! Do u have any tgib hcs? :)

ACK SORRY I'm about 66 days late but boy (gender neutral), do I

Not really a HC but just in general, Ive always though Victoria was a fascinating character and thankfully we get to see more of her in TGIQ 👀

Another thing (and this is fs projecting my own interests onto the characters) but I feel like Iris would be obsessed w Criminal Minds

Like she'd watch all of the seasons multiple times and I think her favorite would be Emily Prentiss. Nora would be more wary but eventually like it---but more so like seeing Iris rant about the show

Though I think Wes would find it too violent and not like it as much

One of Iris's love languages is info dumping, basically word for word Wikipedia articles on forest fires and the like

Random things:

Wes never uses emojis, only emoticons :)

Lee makes the kids do a board game night where Iris spends the whole night reading the instructions and arguing with Lee, and Wes and Nora eat all the snacks

Iris is CONSTANTLY finding dumpster cats and Lee, Wes, and Nora are CONSTANTLY talking her out of keeping them

Nora is absolute terrible, terrible at Clue, like the worst

There are more pictures of Wes at the photoshoot mentioned at the beginning of the book than ALL other people that came combined

Wes's room slowly grew, starting as a guest room but growing like plants between concrete--immovable

Wes's favorite color is blue; kinda basic but idk, he's got white guy vibes (not an insult, I do too)

Iris tried to get Nora to wear some vintage stuff and she *hated* it; too scratchy, too starchy

The kids "hangout" spot is the local thrift store; the owner knows their names

Just off the top of my head, lmk if you agree/hate my ideas :)

[captain-hawks]

idol!kuroo sending flirty messages on bubble/universe. his instagram feed looking like bang chan's. going absolutely feral on stage. MY GODDDD

- 🦑

so.....i'm going to go lie down and stare at the ceiling now for 5-7 business days thank u.

i just cannnnnot stop thinking about idol!kuroo being so devastatingly sexy on stage and in his photoshoots. like, criminally so! but then just being the biggest, sweetest dork irl 🥹

i need flirty soft bubble kuroo like i need air.

10/10 would go bankrupt for his photocards.

[barbatos-sama]

i'm watching a video abt an unhinged company that makes fursuits and it's so wild because the way this specific company works is unlike any other, instead of making a custom fursuit of someone's pre existing character that the wearer owns, they have pre-made designs they sell and they maintain that they(the company) still owns the character even after someone pays 8000 dollars or something to buy it. because of this they're extremely strict and basically act like they can control what someone does with the suit after they've purchased it and they have a long terms of service list full of stuff they say you're not allowed to do in their suits.

some of them include:

• you're not allowed to depict the fursuit or the character doing any criminal acts (so no fun bloody murder aesthetic pics) and you can't even do anything related to Religion with them which is wild

• you're not allowed to do anything that is "contrary to public order and morals", be self-deprecating while in the suit, or defame third parties (so you can't even make your fursona say fuck taylor swift)

• you can't do anything sexual either with the suit or with the character. which is an absolutely ASTOUNDING thing to try to tell the Furry Community not to do

• in fact they discourage you from buying one of their suits if you've ever even Done anything sexual online at all. like not even related to their fursuit just in general if you as a human being aren't advertiser friendly they don't want your money

• you can't change the design At All and can't change the character's pre-chosen company name

• you can't do anything that could potentially damage the suit, despite the fact that you paid thousands of dollars for it and you should be able to take that risk if you so choose. a big controversy was that they freaked out when someone tried to do a photoshoot in the water with one of their suits.

• you basically can't do much of anything with the fursona, they say commissioning art of the character from outside sources is prohibited unless you Submit a Form asking them for Permission to do so

• they prohibit you from reselling the fursuit or even Giving It So Someone Else. like as if your soul is now contractually tied to this fursona forever and you cannot be rid of it lest you be sued

• making a vtuber is prohibited

• they encourage other people to snitch on people if they're breaking the rules and even stalk their buyers social medias to make sure they're following the rules

• if you break the rules they hound you on social media to take down any offending content and threaten legal action in your emails. they also threaten to "revoke your rights to use the character" which is hilarious considering they already have the suit what are you gonna do? go to their house and take it back?

it's just really funny i'm kind of obsessed with it. i love the audacity of companies who think they can control what you do with the product after you've already paid for it

[ask-the-silly-critters]

ੈ A new characters have joined! ✩‧₊˚

[Woohoo! Another characters that will joined the Silly Critters and what's this? One of them even related to a certain sassy queen squirrel? My, my~ the blog is getting more interesting at all time~ Let's see who these critters, shall we?~]

MEET THE CHARACTERS

JollyJoy Shiba

Introducing the one and only Chief of the police in Crittersville, JollyJoy Shiba! This certain critter is very serious in taking their job in catching thiefs or other criminals that doing illegal stuff but don't be fool by his slightly scary face! This shiba is an absolute sweetheart and a goofball! He also dating with a certain purple model feline and love him dearly~

Jolly is 36 years old but still act a bit child-like and a slight energetic whenever around his dear lover.

SleepyKitty RagDoll

Of course, in the village that there would be atleast one person that is a good influencer and a model, especially if they come from a big city! Introducing, SleepyKitty RagDoll! One of the very famous model and influencer in his city but now he lives in the Crittersville to be with his lover that he fall inlove when the first he visit the village for a photoshoot.

He is 35 years old and he's a selective mute, also, he doesn't mind being told that he look like CatNap, he have gotten used to it haha!

ArcherySea RedFoxee

Of course, in every show there would needed to be a pirate, don't they? Introducing ArcherySea RedFoxee! An adventurous fox and always up for a good challenge in finding treasures! He even talk like a pirate! Perhaps it's because his 'father' used to be one like that haha!

And what make it more surprise, he is the younger brother of Cotton and a Cousin for Daisy :0 a surprise indeed! Even though he rarely visit his sister, he loves her dearly and sometime even given her gold and gems!

He is 26 years old and have his own pirate ship! Travels a lot in the seven seas~

MeriBella MerryBubble

And since there's a pirate, it's no surprised there would be a Merfolk or should i say, a MerCritter! Introducing our last silly, MeriBella MerryBubble! Our energetic and bubbly mermaid and friended with our pirate fox, Archer! Both of them would travel together through the big sea and founding interesting items or places. Though, Meri have an amnesia from her childhood being captured by a Fisherman, causing the girl don't remember her parents or her own age!

But that doesn't stop her from exploring her home! Even if she doesn't remember about her past, she knew that deep down that the ocean is her home and she would embraced the ocean as if the ocean was her own mother figure.

She doesn't remember her age or know if MerCritter even age but does that matter?

[And that is all of our Silly Critters folk! 9 critters? My, my~ the blog going to be quite crowded, don't they? Hahah! And now for the info replies and their tags~]

THE INFO OF THE REPLIES

This is JollyJoy Shiba speaking and his whisper...

This is SleepyKitty RagDoll speaking and his whisper...

This is ArcherySea RedFoxee speaking and his whisper...

This is MeriBella MerryBubble speaking and her whisper...

THE TAGS FOR THEM

-> jollyjoy shiba (Jolly reply)

-> sleepykitty ragdoll (Sleepy reply)

-> archerysea redfoxee (Archer reply)

-> meribella merrybubble (Meri reply)

[Welp, that is all, goodnight/afternoon/morning folks! Enjoy chatting with these new characters~]

[unhingedwomandiaries]

You'll never believe the absolute circus that was work today. I'm there at stupid o'clock as usual (because apparently I hate myself), when who should come slinking in but X, a whole bloody hour early. Now, this is the same person who usually treats punctuality like it's optional, so already my internal alarm bells are going mental.

I give him one of those awkward 'morning' nods - you know the type - but he's got a face like a slapped arse. Then it clicks: yesterday's meeting cock-up. The one where he made a proper dog's dinner of everything and muggins here had to sort it. Brilliant.

I'm trying to get on with my work like a good little worker bee when BAM! X comes storming over, proper radgy, accusing me of sabotaging his precious project. Before I can even defend my obviously innocent self, he drops the F-bomb right in my face! X! The same bloke who usually apologizes to chairs when he bumps into them!

But oh no, that's not even the best bit. Come team meeting time, he's suddenly transformed into Mary bloody Poppins - all sunshine and rainbows like he hadn't just told me to go forth and multiply. So I think, right, I'll be sensible and have a word with the boss. Big mistake. HUGE.

Suddenly I'm getting blamed for everything from missing paperclips to the hole in the ozone layer. Then - and this is the proper cherry on top of this shit sundae - the boss whips out CCTV footage of me nicking a highlighter from some ex-colleague's desk. A HIGHLIGHTER! Like I'm some kind of office supply criminal mastermind!

There I am, trying to explain that we've got more chance of finding the Holy Grail than a working highlighter in this place, when His Royal Highness demands photographic evidence of its safe return. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Stage a highlighter photoshoot? When I point out how utterly mental this is, he goes absolutely nuclear and starts waving the HR card around like it's his trump card.

Well, sod that for a game of soldiers. If they want me highlighting things, they can bloody well provide the tools. I'm not Amazon Prime for stationery, am I?

Starting to think I should've become a sheep farmer instead.

P.S. Watch this space - tomorrow they'll probably accuse me of running an underground Post-it note trafficking ring.

[friendlynbhddevil]

Okay I'm going to go a little out of order but you have watched Evil?!

I completely agree!! It was so fun because you actually never know whether it was the work of something demonic or just some elaborate plan of a cult that was inducing mind breaks in them. Usually, I am able to like the villains of a show, even if it's just a little bit. But Leland and the mother? Especially Leland? Infuriating. You know what, it's the both of them.

I hope you enjoy watching the showss :D

Taehyung said and I quote, "Chapter 2 is not about taking our shirts off"

Yeah. Sure, cool bro. I believe you. It's not like he was shirtless for photoshoots and a mv. Nope, not him.

Ohh I absolutely agree!! When I got to know about how strict the rules were, I was genuinely shocked. Like what do you mean they can't have a life?? And I have heard about that idol!! I don't remember his name but apparently he got hate for that. It made me realize that there are actual delusional fans. Yikes.

AYEEEEE I mean it's Agust D. There's no competition. There can't be. He's nicknamed 'Hand of Midas' for a reason. And I absolutely love his frankness. Plus he's such a sweetheart😭😭💜

My bias, ever since I laid eyes on him(my best friend, who's an army and who got me into kpop sent me the mv for BS&T), has been Namjoon. When I first got into BTS, I was like oh he's baby but ooo boy, I was in for a surprise because Baepsae Namjoon hit me like a sledgehammer. My bias wrecker is Jimin (also saw him in the mv for the first time). He's so precious and mischievous, I loveee it. And there's a softness to him. Having known them for some time, I understand that that softness comes from being emotionally and mentally strong.

For the shows because I just need to talk(yap) about them-

●Supernatural- DEAN DESERVED BETTER like what the hell?? I was mad. Hasn't this man gone through enough??

●The Devil Judge- Truee trueee😭 bless the writers🙂‍↕️💖

●I haven't finished watching the Untamed but that's certainly interesting! Some shows just have that vibeee. For me, The Devil Judge would be summer transitioning into autumn.

●Lucifer- That was the best thing to happen during that season!! Maze and Eve are so adorableee. Can they easily annihilate me? Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that they are cute🙂‍↕️

●Sherlock- Yesss, I know about the show and the SuperWhoLock phenomenon

●After watching Lee Dong Wook in Strangers from Hell, I searched for more shows. I watched Bad and Crazy and I was GONE. Sanity who?

●I haven't watched Goblin BUT I have seen people being more invested in the Goblin/Grim Reaper dynamic👀

●Kill me, Heal me- I added it to my watch list!! I remember seeing your reblogs and I am so excited to watch it!

●The Vampire Diaries- Now, the only reason I know about this show is because I was watching a funny moments compilation of SPN, and Damon's edit (a chaotic, thirsty one) was in queue. Aaand, I fell down the rabbit hole. Damon Salvatore, logically, is not a good choice but who cares? *insert the shrugging emoticon* As for the crossover fics, I have heard about the Damon and Dean ones����👀

●Criminal Minds- I have to watch this showw now. Added to my watch list!

Dean and Damon fighting would be such a visual treat though. Even the actors know each other, so maybe if we wish for it hard enough...👀👀

I am an Army! I’ve been a fan almost since their debut😍 hbu? Are you into other groups or is it mostly BTS? Also, what are your top favorite shows?😅🫣

WOOAAAHHH You're like a veteran ARMY and that's so cool!! You got to see them grow over the years as individuals and artists. So on that note, what do you think of the progress from the stickers censoring any display of skin to the insanity we have now?💀(I'm sorry for being unserious) oh and who's your bias and bias wrecker?

I became a fan in 2020. I'm into ATEEZ too, they are pretty awesomeee. Since I like to explore in terms of music, I know the Rose, Seventeen, Stray Kids(they were actually my first ever kpop group), Enhypen and NCT, RIIZE and CIX.

But it's mostly BTS for me :D In this Bangtan shit for lifeee🙂‍↕️💜💜

My top favorite shows, in no particular order:-

●Beyond Evil (a show I will always keep coming back to, always. It feels like home )

●Killer and Healer (the last episode did not happen. That's it.)

● The Devil Judge (I kind of wanted Gaon to elope with Yohan T_T)

● Lucifer (my beloved, I have so many memories and feelings; season 6 was sort of unnecessary)

● Evil (we NEED season 4)

● The Exorcist (WHY DO MY FAVORITE SHOWS GET CANCELLED WHYYY)

● Prodigal Son (same as above)

● Legends of Tomorrow (even though I haven't watched all the seasons, I am (very) attached to the characters)

● Hannibal (this show is serious to the point that it reaches the territory of hilarity. Very aesthetic and visually stunning)

● Strangers from Hell (fun show, keeps you guessing)

● Supernatural (again, I haven't been able to watch all seasons, but I am attached to the characters and I would fight for them)

● Guardian (I absolutely ADORE thiss)

● Psychopath Diary (severely underrated, this is a gem! It's not overly dark, is funny and sticks to the point)

● Good Manager (OOOO THIS IS PEAK COMEDY and so so heartwarming)

What are your top favorite showss👀👀 and I'm sorry if this got too long😭 I tend to get carried away.

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

They

[yakumtsaki]

As you guys know, Claire being so into Sugar has been vexing me from the start for obvious, nose-based reasons. I assumed she was either secretly batshit or that Sugar has inherited some hidden sexual talents from Cyn, or both. But finally, I think I’ve cracked the case:

So Claire, like Sugar, has the amazing combo of popularity aspiration + 3 nice points and her LTW is to become a Celebrity Chef. So when I moved her in I thought it’d be cute to give her this ice cream dress like she wants to be a pastry chef and I never thought about it again. But as I was editing pics before, it finally dawned on me: she’s a PASTRY chef and he’s SUGAR. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW❤️

Moving on to something significantly less cute, it’s time for Sophito to begin another day of hoeing. Roxie wouldn’t accept our invite to come over so I pulled a pro gamer move and invited her whole household and she accepted, so we’re about to knock out 3 dates at once! I was feeling so proud of my efficiency-

-that I literally FORGOT ROXIE AND JONAH ARE DATING. LMAO. Literally wtf is my problem, I’ve even done a photoshoot with them. 

-ROXIE WHAT THE FUCK HOW COULD YOU  -I’M SO SORRY JONAH I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT IT’S LIKE TO KISS SOMEONE WHOSE MOUTH SITS AT A NORMAL HEIGHT -Dude, can you just be cool? I was gonna date both you and her brother afterwards, you’re ruining my morning.

Another massive dating success under our belt!

We immediately move on to Edwin without even bothering to say goodbye to his sister whose relationship we just ruined, classic us. I’m like am I cray cray or would Edwin and Sophito actually be a super cute pairing-

-but it looks like we’ll never find out as EDWIN REJECTS THE FUCK OUT OF SOPH. CRY.ING

-Do I look like my slutty sister who’s just gonna make out with any rando fuckboi with a popped collar?? Fuck off!!

STAN EDWIN. ABSOLUTE CHAD WTF. I’m definitely marrying him in later!!

It’s finals day and everyone is frantically last minute studying but Wilfred and Sophito find time to have a nice lunch together!

-Did you poison this burger, Wilfred? -Whaaaat?! Of course not! Do I look like someone who would poison their own cousin over some petty sexual rivalry?

You absolutely do, I didn’t even know ‘cousin-poisoner’ was a social category until now but man you have the entire look down. 

-Alright then, why don’t you just tell me what ingredients you used.

-The usual! Buns, ground meat, lettuce, tomatoes, ketchup.. drain cleaner.. -Did you just whisper ‘drain cleaner’? -Of course not, that would be stupid and also a criminal confession! Oh man, 8 hours till finals?? Time to get going!!!

I don’t know how to even react to this information BUT SUGAR WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT GOT AN A+. WHAT IS HAPPENING

-Maybe if June spent a little less time worrying about Erik’s lack of funds and more time studying she’d have kept the top spot, am I right, darling? HAHA

BRUH

-Friendship over with Sugar, now Sophito is my favorite nephew!  -Hi June, what about me? :( -Oh I don’t know, Reginald, how much did you spend on rugs today?? -Never mind :(

Oh is that that Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy? Let’s go ask him out! 

-Hey Almeric Face 1 Twin Guy ;) -My name is Aldric.  -That sucks, Almeric is a way cooler name. -I know >:( -Don’t worry, it doesn’t really matter-

-because I just decided during our date that I want to fall in love with Kea!❤️

WHAT. YOU’VE NEVER ROLLED THIS BEFORE WTF

-Ya, I’ve figured out that Cheerleader Kea is the one for me after all! 

But you only had one date three semesters ago, you don’t even have a crush on her??

-I’ll get one! 

What about Eliza???

-Eliza has a lot of thoughts and opinions and demands and Wilfreds. Cheerleader Kea only has cheers!

Alright then, I guess? We’ll ask her out?

-Great, and then I’ll ask her to marry me! 

YOU’RE GONNA WHAT

-I’m on a date with Almeric here, you’re being rude. -Aldric. -Whatever.