#took me four hours bruh

[valkoinenlintu]

Die Nacht der Kommissare (2023)

[raens-art]

[unholyfangirling]

FOR I HAVE FOUND YOU

Ten Times Steve and Robin Didn’t Talk About Feelings

by nbfutureboy

the comment itself was on the 3rd page of comments

go enjoy your cup of snakes you beautiful freaks

[bloodyymaryyy]

Taking care of Kai

Kai cenat x reader

Side note : it's probably gonna be messy and short but I want to write it because I just got a new phone and yeah .

I will be starting fanfics again and for YouTubers too not only f1 because there is next to nothing about amp especially

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You visited kai's home and was hanging out with him a few hours before he streams .

You noticed that his fridge had nothing , same with his pantry, you thought he would be going shopping but he in fact did not so when he was complaining that he had nothing but a expired cookie and thought of what duke would do and thoughted it out and was imitating duke about shit like wanting to be taken care of and "that nature " as he put it you decided to take matter into your own hands .

Dressing up and fixing up your make up , you headed to the store .

After buying extra shit for you and snacks for the guys you went to the amp house , most of them were streaming which wasn't a surprise, Chris and Davis was sitting in the living room watching TV or their phone on occasion you went up to them first , hanging them their drinks and snacks that you got them and chatted for a bit you went into dukes room first as it was the first door you saw , also handing him his drink and snack while he was thanking you , you said hello to chat and left to go to fanum's room next . Knocking on his room door too you went in after getting confirmation to enter you got him a bit of extra so he won't fanum tax Kai or anyone,you both exchanged pleasantlies (?) you left to to agent's room next, knocking once again because he wasn't streaming so you knew to knock a few times after traumatic experience from a few of the guys and you just threw his shit in his bed and left after he wasn't awake and finally you got yo kai's room where you was carrying a big bag of chips , chocolates , candy and a few others .

" oh shit! What are you doing here !? "

" I bought you snacks !" You said smiling and hugged him as he was still sitting down shocked .

" why didn't you text me I could have sent you over money !"

"nah it's okay I was watching the stream and I knew you didn't have shit so I thought I could get you some for the stream ! Also I bought something for the guys so you don't have to give me money !"

As was talking to him I handed him the bag so he could decide what he wanted and for me to get them into the pantry and fridge.

" nah I will Venmo you money after bruh! Thank you I was starving!"

Y/n is like a mother, taking care of her kids 🥹😭

I love their friendship!

I want what they have !!!!

Hello y/n

My fav girl is hereeee

Hey y/n

Why do I ship them ?

Her is your girl that takes care of you Kai

You look like her kid but in black 😂

" You are my friend you don't have to give me money I have a job ! I like taking care of you guys! Ok so I have to go to cook you guys something so you dont get fast food for the 5th time this week "

I again hugged Kai and left down to the kitchen to make us something, after what felt like forever I did some potatoes fried with a four different types of cheeses and throwed it in the oven with thick milk ( I don't know how it say it otherwise) and a few steaks and mushrooms and plate them up .

After taking two plates at the time to the guys for what felt like the hundred time today and many compliments and praise for feeding them you took the last two plates and headed again into kai's room , handing him a plate and setting yours in the table ,you retrieved a chair and sat down with Kai , chatting on stream , reading the chat and receiving many compliments it was time you go and sleep . Having a norlan 9-5 job in the morning.

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Okay that's it I don't know if it's good I just pulled it out of my ass so yeah . Have a good night babies I love you and I am sorry I was absent for so many weeks ❤️ love you all

Oh btw here is the "inspo"

[venusrising91]

Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it. 

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose. 

Short hours. 

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho. 

    For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

    It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

    You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

    She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

    In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

    “Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

    The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

    “I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

    “What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

    “You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

    “Yeah, and?”

    The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

    “My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

    You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

    “What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

    “Keep it down.”

    “Yeah and what if I don’t?”

    “I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

    In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

    Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation. 

Prick.

    Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately. 

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

    You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

    “You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared. 

    “Could say the same about you.”

    “What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

    You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

    “Or what?”

    Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

    “I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

    “You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

    “Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

    You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

    “I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

    He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

    You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

    As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

    “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

    The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high. 

    “I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

    He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

    You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

    From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.

[hotchnerwrites]

Live & Unfiltered

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x streamer!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: NSFW, smut (18+ only), reader is a streamer with a bedroom setup, fingering, oral sex, doggy, size k1nk if you squint, afab reader, no use of (y/n), swear words, a little bit of v0yeurism, a bit of soft dom toji omg

Request: Hiii!!! I was wondering if you could do Popular live streamer x Toji? Where reader forgets to turn her live off and Toji and reader do some "things". After that she gets banned for a month??? ⚠️ don't write this is you don't feel comfortable ⚠️

A/N: Thank you so much for your request @okgrdgy !! I'm sorry it took me a while, kind of went ham on it. I hope it's what you envisioned. I loved this idea so much. Included a streamer chat too. TBH i don't watch streams, so I took some creative liberties here and there ahahaha we pretend we do not see the inaccuracies. I hope you like it!!! Enjoy reading <3333

My requests are open! Send me stuff through my asks :)

The stopwatch has been ticking for almost 3 hours now. You’re getting tired now and plan on ending the live stream soon. It was getting late in the evening. According to the streaming stats on your secondary monitor, viewers were tabbing out too, which made this decision all too easy. You had dedicated four years of your life to streaming as a career. Your mom had questioned your sanity initially, but after you bought her the house in cash, she shut up about it. Clearly, you had done something right to be averaging 3 million viewers per live. The money was excellent too. You imagined having a great pair of tits had something to do with it too. Lord knows some of those incels viewing your content asked you to strip enough times. 

“Alright, chat, what do you say we wrap this up soon? I’m getting real tired and I wanna grab dinner soon!” You chirp into the mic. “I’ll make you a deal, yeah? I’ll play one more lobby and if I win, we all call it a night.”

mandown13: Deal!!! Get ‘em girl. Just donated a rose for good luck. 🌹 mattymp4: Donated 12 subs, I’m expecting a shoutout soon. marc_johnson_25: Dinner? Yeah right. More like making a sandwich for your boyfriend vibecheck_77: Let's gooo!! Can’t wait for the next level 💪🎮 justanotherfan69: you gonna bounce in your seat again? I know you wore that cropped shirt just for us today 😏 pufferfishxoxo: the new overlay fucks, i love it chillguy_42: You gonna do a fan lobby again? shadow_ninja51: Still waiting on the RE8 stream… I donated roses for it :/ dont_killmyvibe: What’s plans for the next stream?  sarah_gamer_13: Sad to see you going offline early today.

As you read through the comments, the door behind you creaks open. You glance over your shoulder, pushing one side of your headset off. You see Toji, fresh out of the shower, dressed in his old sweats. He’s towelling his hair as he looks at you. He cracks a smile before speaking up. 

“How much longer, doll? I’m starving.”

“One more game, honey, then I’m done, I promise. I won’t be long.”

“You’d be on there all night if you could,” he grumbles, “Don’t take too long, okay? Yell when you’re done.” With that, Toji turns and leaves the room, his footsteps padding down the hallway.

shadowhunter23: You should do a stream with your mans. That’d be lit. justanotherfan69: @/shadowhunter23 Yeah right. He’s gonna cook her. Bet she won’t so she doesn’t lose on stream. sarah_gamer_13: Yeah right, idiots. vibecheck_77: Keep an eye on your left when you go in. It’s your blind spot.

“Okay, chat, here we go. And no, I’m not gonna stream with Toji. He doesn’t really like being on camera, and we respect that here,” you say. You turn back to your primary monitor, double-check that the screen is visible, and return your focus to the lobby.

mandown13: Yessss! You did it! Let’s gooooo! 🙌 pufferfishxoxo: Cooked LOL toxicwaste42: Lmao, didn’t expect that. Guess I was wrong. 🙄 justanotherfan69: Toji sure is one lucky bastard gamerbro_999: Bruh, stop pretending you know how to play. Just look at your reactions. Fake ass bitch. n00bmaster76: Maybe if you showed your tits less and played more, your stats wouldn’t be in the shit. sarah_gamer_13: Good job, girlie. Take rest, you did good today. shadow_ninja51: She’s good, but the fact that people donate just because you’re hot is so wild. 😂

You lean back and stretch your arms as you wrap up the stream. “Alright, chat, that’s it for now. As promised, one last one and we’re done. Thanks for sticking around! I love you all, and I’ll see you next week as usual. Night!” 

You click the end stream button, and the chat blows up with excited comments. You’re grateful to be off now. The ends of your streams were the part you hated the most, not just because you hated leaving your fans but also because the end was when the incels came out in full force. It was such a headache to deal with them. But you’re glad today’s over and you’re looking forward to spending time with your boyfriend.

“Tojiiiiiii,” you call. You’ve missed him. “I’m done. Come backkkkkk!” You know you sound needy but that’s because you are.

Toji strolls back into your room, broad shoulders filling the doorway. He flashes you that crooked grin you love, the scar stretching across his teeth. His hair still hasn’t dried fully, sticking up in the front. 

“You miss me, doll?” He teases, sauntering over to your bed where you’re sprawled out. His voice is raspy and his smile is teasing, like he’s trying to get under your skin. You can’t help but wonder how he pulls it off so effortlessly. 

You part your legs, and he stands between them, staring down at you. His arms are crossed across his broad chest. From this height, he looks like a giant. 

“Long stream?” He asks. His tone is soft, as if genuinely curious, but you know better. The way his lips curl into a flirty smirk tells you he couldn’t care less about the stream. He’s more interested in you. 

“Yeah. You still hungry?”

“Sure,” he shrugs noncommittally. He doesn’t follow that up with anything, but you didn’t dare interrupt. You could tell something was on his mind. After a beat, he flops down next to you. You shift over a bit, making room for him. Toji throws a large arm across your body and pulls you closer. His hand lands on your waist with a firm, possessive grip. His warmth surrounds you, and the scent of his cologne washes over you. You inhale deeply, enjoying the quiet moment.

“You don’t seem hungry, Toji,” you whisper. 

Toji chuckles, “I am. I swear.” He leans in closer, his breath tickling your face. He slowly presses his lips to the side of yours. His hand sneaks up your waist, making feather-light touches as it approaches your breast. His fingers slide against the fabric of your shirt. The warmth from his body sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Oh!” Were you short-circuiting?

“Yeah. Oh.” Toji chuckles, low and playful. He’s enjoying this. 

He leans in again and presses his mouth against yours. Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the sensation. His tongue swipes against your lips, asking for permission that you don’t think twice about granting. Long, languid strokes are Toji’s style. His tongue dances against yours, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. A warm buzz spreads through your body, which you never want to end. As you both break away to catch your breath, Toji moves down and presses warm, wet kisses against your neck.

“Toji,” you whimper his name, “Please, baby, I need more.”

He pulls away to look into your eyes. Toji tilts your chin up gently with his fingers and says. “Relax, honey, let me take care of it. Just let me help you with that.”

Before you can react, Toji returns to mouthing that spot on your neck. All this while, he had been taking his time, but something had changed now. His hand trails down your waist, sending electricity dancing down your skin. He hooks his fingers under your shirt and yanks it clean off.

“God, you’re so beautiful, doll,” Toji murmurs as he moves down your body. Your body feels like it’s on fire, and you emit a sound between a moan and a whimper. Your need is increasing by the second, and you’re not sure how much longer you can be patient. “Toji,” you mumble out.

“Quiet, baby. Be patient. I’ve got you,” Toji replies from between your legs. With that, he slides your sweats off and gets to work. It seemed like a fire had been lit within him, he wasn’t wasting any time now. He hooks a finger in your panties and pulls it to the side. He presses a thumb to your clit, giving it an experimental swipe. When you gasp and arch against his touch, he takes the liberty of adding a long swipe against your wet cunt with his tongue. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues his ministrations against you. You’re getting impossibly wetter, and the feeling of his tongue against you is overwhelming. Toji groans against you, flicking your clit with his tongue before he slides a finger into your wet hole. You gasp against the sudden intrusion and buck against him. You can't help the moans spilling out of you as Toji’s fingers work in and out of you, his tongue against your swollen bud. 

“Look at me, baby,” Toji orders, his tone warming your core. You hum as Toji’s fingers hit your sweet spot, over and over again. 

“I’m close, Toji, please,” you beg. He doesn’t respond, but his fingers scissor inside you, making you grind your hips against his face. A sudden bolt of lightning arcs up your spine, and your release hits you like a train. 

“Fuck!” You spit out, pleasure radiating from your core in waves. Toji hauls himself above you, biceps bulging. His mouth is glistening in your juices, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. You grab him by the front of his shirt and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself in his mouth, and it’s driving you crazy. 

Without a warning, Toji suddenly flips you over onto your hands and knees. “Be a good girl for me, now, okay?” He whispers into your ear as he leans over you. You don’t respond. Instead, you push your ass back against his crotch, right onto his erection. As you grind against him, Toji emits a deep rumble from his chest. He presses a large palm against the small of your back and pushes you down. 

“Misbehave and I’ll stop, doll,” Toji states. His tone brooks no argument, and you stop your movements. Toji moves behind you, and you hear the soft rustle of fabric— he strips quickly and rolls on a condom. He’s so fast that you barely register his actions. Before you get a chance you say anything, Toji taps his cock against your entrance a few times and slides in. 

A high-pitched gasp escapes you as you stretch to accommodate to girth. You had slept with Toji so many times, but it always felt like the first time with him. Nothing got you used to his cock bullying its way past your walls. 

“Fuck, Toji, you’re too big,” you can barely get the words out. The tip of his cock is kissing your spongy walls and you’re already seeing stars as he drags it in and out. His eyes don’t move from where your bodies connect. 

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart,” Toji says as he sets a rough pace.

 You don’t even deign him with an answer; you’re too far gone at this point to string words together. His cock hits all the spots you need it too. Your cries bounce off the walls, and the room smells like sweat and sex. A ring of cream has formed around the base of Toji’s cock. Your walls are fluttering against his cock as he speeds up. Pleasure radiates from your pussy to your head and you swear you could hear bells. 

“Harder, Toji, please, I wanna cum so bad,” you cry out. 

Toji pushes you down and holds you down with one arm. He’s going in deeper at this angle, and his dick repeatedly hits your G-spot. You’re basically screaming from pleasure now, and you can hear Toji grunting above you. You squeeze around him as he slides you up and down his cock at a rapid pace. His grip on your waist tightens, and Toji groans as he cums suddenly. He thrusts shallowly a few more times, enough for you to chase your high, and you cum for a second time. This time, your pleasure slides through you slowly, a warm feeling slowly spreading through your body.

Toji slides off you and lays down next to you. “God, doll, you’re so perfect,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your forehead. You push yourself up on your arms and crawl onto his chest. His arm wraps around you and his fingers draw abstract designs on your back. 

“You were hungry,” you say. Toji looks down at you, a small smirk tugging against the edge of his mouth. 

“Yeah. Just not the kind you thought,” he chuckles. 

You descend into a fit of giggles. As you both come down your highs, you hear the bells again. 

“Toji, did you hear that?” You ask. He looks at you, a confused look in his eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

“The bells, can you hear them?”

“What be— Oh. Oh.” Toji looks distracted suddenly, glancing over your shoulder.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” You turn your head, following his gaze.

There, in the distance, next to your setup, you can see a faint red dot.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck fuck. No fucking way.

You leap up, grab your shirt off the floor and toss it on as you run over to your desktop. The bells… The stupid bells were notification sounds. From your livestream. From earlier.

That you had apparently forgotten to turn all the way off. 

justanotherfan69: No. Fucking. Way. n00bmaster76: I knew she’d do it. None of these female streamers don’t do it for the game, they just sell themselves online for money. Why would she be any different? L. toxicwaste42: YOOOOOOO

You quickly hit the end stream button properly this time. The light blinks off this time. Just to be sure, you pull the plug from the outlet as well. 

“Baby, what is it?” Toji asks from behind you.

“So, uh… remember that livestream earlier?” You say sheepishly.

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I….. kind of….. maybe… forgot to turn it off……”

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Bonus The next day, you stare at your emails in pure dismay.

Your account has been temporarily suspended for violating the T&C associated with streaming through our client. Our company aims to be family-friendly, and your actions, upon review, do not align with our ideals. As a result, we have banned you from streaming for the next one (1) month. If you wish to appeal this decision, please respond to this email. Regards

Toji sneaks a look at your screen over your shoulder. He laughs at your plight.

"Oh, shut up, Toji," you snark, his mirth doing nothing for your foul mood, "You're the reason behind this."

"Worth it. Toooootally worth it," he draws out the syllables.

You swat his chest as you begin typing up your appeal.

Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs, comments and follows are appreciated! Constructive criticism is welcome :) Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.

[chaimilkshake]

Evan Peters x Actress!reader

summary: Evan is your boyfriend, but has been hesitant lately about showing you off.

word count: 658

a/n: this is not my best work, i just had the itch to write, so bear with me. criticism and suggestions are welcome <3

warnings: none!

You and Evan had been seeing each other for a few months now, under the radar. It started as a coffee date after a chemistry read, where you were casted as a couple in an upcoming movie. You had hit it off pretty well, and one thing led to another.

It was four months in, and it was getting harder and harder to hide. Your urges to soft launch him on your story were strong, but not as strong as your loyalty to Evan. You would have to talk to him about it first.

“Hey, Ev?” You ask, lifting your head from his chest. The two of you were sitting on his couch, curled into blankets, watching one of those cheesy Hallmark movies. He hums in response, taking a second to tear his eyes from the screen. “What do you think of me maybe posting you just on my Instagram story?” You offer, sitting up a bit more to sit face to face.

Evan paused, clearly not expecting that question. He lets out a prolonged “Uhh” for a second, grabbing the remote to pause the TV. “I mean, I don’t know,” he says eventually, scratching the back of his head in thought.

“Not anything super serious. Just…a soft launch.” You say, watching his expression as it sticks. “I just feel like it’s been long enough. Y’know?”

He hums at that, clearing his throat. “I thought we were gonna wait until after the show aired.” Evan looks at you fully then, making eye contact with you. It sticks for a moment, an unvoiced conversation happening between the two of you.

You deflate, seeing the hesitance in his eyes. “Listen..” He comforts softly, pulling you close again. “I know. It’s easy to jump right into showing each other off when we like each other so much, but I’ve been burned before. I’m not saying I don’t believe in us, I just think we should wait. Okay?” He explains, hand slowly running up and down your arm.

Part of you wants to lash out. Yell about how he’s not proud of you, and he doesn’t deserve you. But that small part of you understands. You weren’t just normal people. Relationships were a big deal in this industry, and had to be passed around carefully. Luckily, that part took hold as you relaxed into his side. “Okay,” you whisper, nodding and returning to your position on his chest. He reaches for the remote and the movie resumes, gaining your full attention once more.

—————————————————————————

Today marked the six month anniversary of you and Evan’s relationship. Half a year may not seem like a big deal to most adult relationships, but to you two, it was something to celebrate. Your TV show had just come out, it was getting great ratings, the two of you were scheduling interview after interview. This was your excuse to be alone.

Evan had made a reservation at a fairly fancy restaurant, telling you to dress your best. You spent at least two hours getting dolled up, and maybe matching your outfit to the color of his suit.

When you two arrived, you were seated immediately. It was a beautiful, dimly lit restaurant with off-white linen tablecloths. The prices were nowhere to be found on the menu, which is how you really knew it was bad.

Before you could think about it any further, you heard the click of Evan’s phone camera. You look up, seeing your boyfriend smiling at his phone, solidifying your theory.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” You ask, watching him tuck his phone away.

“Maybe. Is that a problem?” He teased, picking his glass up to sip his wine.

“I suppose not,” You chuckle. “Who are you sending that to?”

“You’ll see.”

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⋆｡°✩ loose hoodie ✦ nishimura riki

sometimes, late nights with him just feel home.

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — nishimura riki x male!reader 

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — fluff, clearly i LIKE fluff so tag 2, uhhh kissing and insinuations that they naked? idk HAHAHA

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — you MIGHT die of softness bruh, be warned

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ word count — 1.4k

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The digital clock on the elevator panel glowed a pale blue 2:07 AM as you descended from the executive floors to the basement studios. 

The building was eerily quiet at this hour, the usual busy bustle replaced by the soft ambience of the empty hallways and the occasional echo of late-night staff moving through rooms.

You had just survived almost four (or even far more than) grueling hours in the emergency meeting—some rookie group under HYBE's subsidiary had made headlines for all the wrong reasons, and as Senior Creative Director, you'd been trapped in a vortex of damage control.

"We need to rebrand their image immediately." 

"The public perception is dangerously volatile." 

"This could impact shareholder confidence."

You rolled your stiff shoulders as the elevator doors slid open, the faint thump of bass guiding you toward the practice rooms.

The moment you pushed open the heavy studio door, a wave of warm air hit you—the distinct scent of sweat, floor polish, and the faint citrus of energy drinks.

Most of the members were already gone, leaving only a few staff members packing up equipment. And then there was Ni-ki—his favorite loose hoodie soaked through, hair sticking to his forehead as he ran through the same eight-count again, his reflection sharp in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

He spotted you on the reflection before you could speak.

"Director-nim!" one of the staff greeted, bowing slightly.

Ni-ki whirled around, his exhausted expression instantly brightening.  "You're here," he breathed, as if he couldn't believe it.

You smirked. "Miss me?"

He didn't answer—just bounded across the room, sweaty and beaming, and collapsed into you, his arms looping around your shoulders.

"You reek," you muttered, but your hands settled on his waist anyway.

Ni-ki laughed, breathless, his nose nudging against your temple. "You set?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "Ready?" you asked, holding the door open for him.

He nodded, falling into step beside you as you headed for the elevators. The few remaining staff members bid you both polite goodnights, their eyes carefully averted—professionally oblivious to the way Ni-ki's fingers kept brushing yours.

The elevator doors closed, sealing you in silence.

Inside, Ni-ki crowded you against the wall, pressing two quick kisses to your cheek. "Hi babe."

You snorted, shoving him back with a hand to his chest. "You're disgusting."

He grinned, undeterred, leaning in again. "Come on, you like me sweaty."

This time, you retaliated—digging your fingers into his ribs. Ni-ki yelped, jerking away with a breathless laugh. "Hey—"

"Wait outside," you ordered as the elevator hit the lobby. "I'll pull the car around."

He pouted but obeyed, slouching toward the building's entrance as you veered off toward the parking garage.

By the time you rolled up in your Mercedes, Ni-ki was perched on the curb, his long legs stretched out, his chin propped in one hand. The glow of the streetlights caught the sharp angles of his face, painting him in gold and shadow.

The passenger door unlocked with a soft click. 

Ni-ki slid in, his familiar scent filling the space as he buckled up. "Took you long enough."

You rolled your eyes, shifting the car into drive. "Had to circle the block twice to avoid the uhh ... the cuckoo train."

Ni-ki made a face, slumping back in his seat. "At night?"

"You should be aware by now." You looked back as you moved the car smoothly on your way. "I don't lead those presentations every quarter for all of you to ignore the dangers of unhinged fans."

"I'm aware, I'm aware." Ni-ki smirked as he settled in his seat.

The city slid past in streaks of neon as you merged onto the empty streets, the tension of the day slowly unwinding between you.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The quiet wasn't uncomfortable—it never was with him. The only sounds were the purr of the engine, the occasional rustle of fabric as Ni-ki shifted, and the distant murmur of a late-night radio host playing some indie song you didn't recognize.

You glanced at him.

Ni-ki had his head tilted back against the seat, his eyes half-lidded, watching the city blur past through the window. The neon signs painted his sharp features in fleeting hues of pink and blue, highlighting the slope of his nose, and the curve and sheen of his plump lips.

God, he was beautiful.

By the time you pulled into the underground parking of your shared apartment complex, Ni-ki was half-asleep, his head lolling slightly toward the window.

You reached over, gently squeezing his thigh. "We're here."

He blinked slowly, stretching his arms above his head with a quiet groan. 

"Finally."

The parking garage was silent except for the echo of your footsteps against concrete, the occasional flicker of fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the walls. Ni-ki’s arm weighed heavy over your shoulders, his warmth seeping through your clothes as he leaned into you like a human furnace.

"You're my pillow now," he murmured, voice rough from exhaustion, yet still laced with that familiar teasing lilt.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him off—couldn’t, really, not when his fingers idly played with the collar of your shirt, brushing against the sensitive skin of your nape in a way that made your breath hitch.

"I bet you were practicing all night again than stay put like I always told you," you muttered, though there was no real bite to it.

Ni-ki just hummed, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. "I gotta."

You shook your head, caressing his nape and his soft hair as he lazily slung over you.

The apartment swallowed you both in darkness when you stepped inside, the only light coming from the distant glow of Seoul’s skyline beyond the windows. Ni-ki kicked off his shoes with zero finesse, his gym bag hitting the floor with a dull thud—then, without warning, his hands were on the hem of his shirt.

You barely had time to process before fabric rustled, and then there it was—the smooth expanse of his torso, moonlight catching on the damp trails of sweat still clinging to his skin, the sharp cut of his hips disappearing into the waistband of his sweats.

"Riki?"

He ignored you, fingers already hooking into the elastic of his pants, shimmying them down his legs with infuriating casualness. They pooled at his ankles, leaving him in nothing but those damn black boxers that hugged every inch of him just right. Ni-ki stretched lazily, muscles rippling under his skin, before fixing you with a smirk. "Like what you see, Director?"

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "You’re disgusting."

The lie tasted cheap on your tongue—especially when your gaze betrayed you, lingering on the way his abs flexed as he stepped closer, the way his boxers clung to his thighs, the way his—

Ni-ki’s laugh was low, knowing, as he closed the distance between you. "Yeah? Then why’re you staring?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, strong arms slid under your knees and back, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

"Hey—!" Ni-ki just grinned, adjusting his grip as he carried you toward the bathroom, his bare chest pressed against yours.

"Shhh," he murmured, lips brushing your temple. "You’re stressed. Let me take care of you."

You wanted to argue—really, you did—but the heat of his skin, the way his biceps flexed under your weight, the lazy drag of his fingers along your thigh—god, it was hard to think.

The bathroom was already warm when he set you down on the counter, steam curling in the air from the shower he must’ve turned on earlier. Ni-ki braced his hands on either side of your hips, caging you in, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

"You’re still dressed," he observed, thumb brushing over the first button of your shirt.

You swatted at his hand half-heartedly. "You didn’t give me time to—"

Ni-ki cut you off with a kiss—deep, hungry, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your stomach coil tight. When he pulled back, your shirt was already halfway undone, his fingers making quick work of the rest.

"Riki, my glasses—"

"Relax," he murmured against your jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as his hands laid the spectacles softly onto the granite counter. "See? I've got it, babe."

And then his hands were everywhere—peeling off your clothes while walking with you, turning on the shower hotter, and guiding you under the spray before you could protest.

The water was scalding, but Ni-ki didn’t seem to care. He crowded you against the stone tiles, his body pressed flush against yours, hands roaming over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, even as your fingers dug into his hips, pulling him closer. Ni-ki grinned, water dripping from his lashes as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.

"And you love it." His voice was honey, warm and thick, and god help you—he wasn’t wrong.

EN—D

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spider donut

syn -> you and eren go on a hunt for a spider donut.

warnings : nickname use (mama, babe, girl), mikasa has a little brother, spider man jokes, mikasa and eren have a sibling relationship, n-word use (once i think ion know), definitely not proofread

eren x black!reader

note : bruh i lowkey forgot abt this acc 🌚

-

[6:03am] my girl : oh hi eren 🙂

[6:05am] boyfie : ohmygod [6:05am] boyfie : whatchu want now girl [6:05am] boyfie : it's six in the fuckin morning

[6:06am] my girl : damn so ask me how i slept then.

[6:06am] boyfie : mmcht. [6:07am] boyfie : how you slept mama?

[6:09am] my girl : stfu

[6:10am] boyfie : bruh. 😐 [6:10am] boyfie : WHATCHU WANT.

[6:10am] my girl : you still got ur keys took?

[6:11am] boyfie : ok so.. [6:11am] boyfie : you wanna get blocked 🤨 [6:12am] boyfie : could've said that frm the get go babe

[6:13am] my girl : aii bruh chilll 🫠 [6:15am] my girl : i want a spider donut

[6:16am] boyfie : huh

[6:18am] my girl : you text too much 😒 [6:18am] my girl : ft me, i miss your face

[6:19am] boyfie : you texted me first 😒

-

eren facetimes you, staring into the camera with low, tired eyes.

"why are you up so early on a weekend?" eren grumbles into the mic, holding the phone in his left hand.

you smile, showing your face in the camera as you rest your back against the headboard.

he recognizes it, but can't exactly tell where he recognizes it from.

"i'm at mikasa's house. she went to go get nan from his sleepover." you inform, turning her led lights on.

nan was her little brother, but his real name was kenji.

he got his nickname from eren, due to the young boy's love for bananas and the first minions movie.

"at six in the morning? who ends a sleep over at this time?" he questions, sitting up in his bed a bit confused.

"it's his first sleepover, e. he had a nightmare and wanted to go home." you complained, rolling your eyes.

eren says nothing in response, just laying back in his bed with a quiet 'mmh' coming from his lips.

you stare back at him, giving him a stink face.

"what do you want girl? i wanna go back to sleep." eren questions, mumbling into his sheets.

"a spider donut baby. you know the one i sent you like a night ago?" you question, tilting your head.

eren scoffs, picking up his phone and getting ready to hang up on you.

"please hang up on me so i can find another nigga." you beg, glaring at the phone and sitting up with the quickness.

eren groans loudly, before dropping his phone right back on the bed in annoyance.

you giggle, leaning back against the headboard with a proud look on your face.

"gimme two hours mama. then m'all yours okay?" eren questions, picking up his phone with a frown.

you nod, smiling big at his words. "okay. love you." you speak into the mic, biting your freshly done nail.

eren mumbles a quiet 'love you too' before hanging up.

he doesn't know what he's getting himself into.

-

you were generous enough to give him four more hours of sleep, before calling him again.

this time, he was actually climbing out of his bed and making his way to the bathroom.

"i hope you're not ready yet." eren said, picking up his tooth brush and propping his phone up.

you shake your head no, showing him your black top and hello kitty pajama pants.

but you had already brushed your teeth, showered, and did your hair.

all you had to do was put your clothes on, and you were ready to go after that.

unlike eren, who had to do everything under the sun.

you hadn't mind though. it gave you more time to look for your outfit and pair your shoes with it.

when eren finished brushing his teeth, he climbed into the shower.

"what are you gonna wear?" you questioned, laying your outfit on mikasa's vanity chair.

eren pauses for a minute, before humming. "probably something calm. my essentials hoodie and my forces maybe." eren shrugged.

you glance at your outfit while nodding.

"nice. love it." you reply shortly after, stripping out of your clothes and beginning to lotion your skin.

it doesn't take too long for eren to get out the shower, walking into his room and setting his phone on his dresser.

he starts to dig through his closet, a confused and annoyed look on his face.

"what's wrong baby?" you question, pulling up your jeans and socks.

eren pokes his head out of the closet to look at you.

"do you have my essentials hoodie? you were last to wear it" he questions, bringing his fully body out of the closet.

you shake your head, giving him a confused frown. "you were the one that took it off me, e." you reminded.

eren huffed in frustration, before picking up his dark green sweatshirt and tossing over his head while grumbling.

you don't pay him any mind, tossing your hoodie over your head and walking downstairs.

"you leaving already?" mikasa asks you, raising her eyebrow in confusion.

she was laying on the couch watching bojack horseman, a bowl of fruits sitting in front of her.

she must've cut them up while you were in the shower.

you shake your head, having a seat next to her and looking at the tv.

"eren's coming to get me in a bit. i'll be right back though." you tell her, grabbing a throw pillow and tucking it under your chin.

she nods, popping a grape in her mouth and offering you one.

you take one gratefully, mimicking her actions and popping it in her mouth.

5 minutes go past, before mikasa opens her mouth again.

"you got a dick appointment? you smell really good and you used my cocoa butter." mikasa questioned, smirking.

you laughed, before shaking your head.

"nah, i wish. we're going to look for something." you say, using your camera to make sure your edges are laid.

mikasa hums, sliding you the rest of her fruit bowl and stretching while pointing to her keys.

she didn't want to fall asleep and have you locked out, even though her parents gave eren the spare key.

you eat it, chewing on the piece of strawberry in the bowl.

"i'm outside." eren says from your phone, leaning back into his seat with a quiet yawn.

you nod, standing up out of your seat and giving mikasa a small hug before grabbing her keys.

you make your way over to eren's car after locking the front door, climbing into the front with a smile.

eren stared at your outfit the entire time, and even shifted his whole body when you took a seat.

"what?" you finally asked, kissing your teeth. but you knew why he was staring so hard

"how the fuck you got my hoodie? and i asked if you seen it." eren scoffed, reversing out of the driveway.

you hold your tongue, reapplying your lip gloss and making sure you looked good.

eren doesn't say anything else about the topic, just driving to the nearest dunkin donuts.

he let you have the aux, so of course your favorite song was blasting from the speakers.

you got all the videos out of the short car ride you could, posting only one on his instagram story.

the music turns off when you get to dunkin donuts, eren climbing out the car and opening the door for you.

he does the same to the dunkin donuts door, waiting for you to walk in.

you smile, walking in and immediately going to the showcase of donuts.

your smile disappears when you don't see what you're looking for.

eren notices, and turns to the cashier. "do you guys have anymore spider donuts?" he questions, showing him the picture.

he must've looked it up on his way, because you didn't send him any spider picture.

the cashier looks, before shaking his head.

"nah, sorry. can i get you anything else?" the cashier asks, shifting his eyes back to eren.

eren notices you walking out of the place, grumbling to yourself.

he rolls his eyes in response, looking up at the menu. "yeah let me get a strawberry dragon fruit refresher and.."

-

you sat on the hood of the car, waiting for eren to come out of the dunkin donuts place.

you looked before you made sure eren knew where he was going, and they literally said they were available.

how the fuck do you promote wrong?

eren walks out, holding a little bag and two drinks in his hand.

one refresher, and one frozen drink.

"who the fuck is that for?" you questioned, making a face at him.

"you girl. who else?" he questions back, handing you the cold drink with a scoff.

you smile, wrapping your freshly done nails around it.

you recognized it as the limited munchkin drink, the one you were talking about to him a couple nights ago.

"there's another one a couple miles away. lets check there." you beam, taking a sip of your drink.

eren chuckles and nods, opening the door for you to get in.

you plug the location into the gps and eren began driving.

"shit better be worth it." eren joked, watching the road as you took pictures of him and the drink.

-

you've gone to five dunkin donuts in your area, before trying another one.

both your drinks were completely done, and eren was ready to climb back into his bed.

"you need this today mama?" eren asked, pulling into yet another dunkin donuts with a frown.

you nod, squeezing his thigh. "plus i really think nan will be happier after his embarrassment." you explain, climbing out the car.

the two of you walk into the dunkin donuts located in walmart, before you gasped loudly.

"baby look they have it!" you say excitedly, shaking eren's arm while walking up to the cash register.

eren chuckles, squeezing your hand. it looked pretty normal to him, but he knew your excitement was different from his.

he adores you because of it.

"hi. can we get three spider donuts?" eren orders, rubbing the small of your back.

the sweet woman grabs a box, getting ready to pack the donuts into it for the two of you.

"actually can we get six spider donuts, and two chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla please." you correct, leaning into eren.

she nods, grabbing the half dozen box and packing the donuts neatly into it.

you grab your phone, getting ready to scan your card on it.

but before you could scan it, eren swipes his own card with a cheeky grin.

he doesn't let you speak, grabbing the box and walking out of the store without you.

"you two are a cute couple." the woman smiles, waving you off.

you nod, shooting her a small thanks before chasing after eren.

you meet him at the car, holding the box and waiting for you with your side already open.

"you didn't have to pay." you complained, getting into your side while looking up at him.

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, muttering 'i know' against them.

you have so much love for this man.

-

you make it back to mikasa's house after a bit of a drive and the many pictures you took of the box of donuts.

eren opens the door for you when you make it to the house, and closes the door after too.

"honey i'm home!" eren calls out jokingly, hearing nan immediately run down the stars.

eren places the donuts on the counter and nan launches himself into his arms.

they had a strong relationship, you could tell. probably because mikasa always had eren around.

nan had grown to see eren like his older brother.

"and you're here too!" nan giggles, looking at you upside down in eren's hold.

you give him a short hug once he's let down, before turning to mikasa who was knocked out on the couch.

the tv read 'are you still watching bojack horseman' on the tv.

she must've fallen asleep after you left.

"who are the donuts for?" nan asked, sitting at the table in front of them with a grin.

"us, nan. open them." you suggested, pointing to the box and sitting in front of him.

eren walks over to mikasa, lifting her up and shaking her awake.

she immediately lets out loud complaints of 'put me down!" and "i'm sleeping eren!" as he swings her around.

nan opens the box and gasps, seeing the spider donuts almost immediately.

"yay! spider donuts! thank you!" nan cheered, clapping his hands and wiggling in his seat at the sight of the donuts.

you make sure to put two aside for mikasa's parents, not wanting to leave them out of it.

you grab three more and sit on the couch with napkins, handing one to mikasa and eren.

eren pulls your thighs over his lap and kisses your cheek, before taking a bite out of his donut.

"thank you eren." you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

eren nods and rubs your back, a smile on his face.

these feelings he got and your reaction were definitely the reason he did things like this.

-bonus-

after finishing your donut, the three of you were comfortably watching bojack horseman on the couch.

you had switched out your clothes for your pajamas and brought a blanket for you an eren to share.

about three episodes in, nan dashed in front of the tv wearing a spider man suit, doing the spider man pose.

"bro you're not spider man." mikasa complained, already pinching the bridge of her nose.

"yes i am! new york needs me!" nan yelled, stomping his feet and pretending to shoot webs at her.

you laughed, moving out the way so eren could record him.

"you're not miles morales! the spider didn't even bite you!" mikasa laughed, throwing her hands up.

nan paused, before giving his sister a snarky remark.

one you surely weren't ready to hear.

"girl it's 2023. ipads and computers and scientists are very smart." nan complained, roling his eyes.

eren busted into laughter.

-

your outfit || eren's outfit

[memberment]

WHAT THE FUCK‼️

Good morning everyone archive is back up I just woke up instead of getting ready to go to bed and I'm actually tweaking because I just remembered smoothies exist and I want one.

Anyways. Updates here today.

(7:54) the fact that I'm awake this early and it's because I like just woke up and am not just going to bed has me bugged. I feel like I need to take a nap to reset myself. But A Girl is at 10.2k so. We have that at least??? Will it get finished today???

I seriously hope so bc I've been literally dragging this out so long

(9:38) .... guys what if I dropped one of my current rotation ideas to make something Dovakien centric. Like based on all the tiny bits we do have from canon. Because..... I may or may not be thinking about it.

It's 11:57. I have yet to take a nap. And I'm honestly kinda sad over this rn (I am allergic to happiness and apparently it really shows when creek is involved, chat wtf is wrong with me)

(6:07) guys I took a nap and have now settled on I'm finishing A Girl and then I very well may go back to finishing Genesis BC I WANNA WORK ON REVELATIONS SO BAD. ^The above is Karma. So now I'm just thinking about Trin in general and how it hurts my soul LMAOOO

(9:46) While I'm on here procrastinating, I just wanna note that I think it's kinda funny that Revelations will have almost a 'monster of the week' format. Like I fucking adore monster of the week stuff so actually having something like that and making it my own (despite the fact that it's in a four chapter rotation so it is month and not week), is both very funny and makes me very happy.

(1:23) I'm sorry imagine rejecting someone your their and your own peace of mind only for them to come find you the next morning and throw a stack of papers on the table in front of you and claim that they reject your rejection. LIKE PLS I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY I WRITE BEBE SHES SO FUNNY

(2:40) after getting completely distracted I am in the home stretch of finishing this. Then I'm jumping back on Trin for a bit. Maybe. Idk I'm afraid to write the end LMAOOOOO

(3:27) AT 15.2K WORDS, A GIRL IS DONEEE. IT'S TINY. I DON'T CARE. IT'S KINDA CUTE. IDK IF I HATE IT. WHO KNOWS. IT'S DONE THOUGH.

YeAH IT'S Exactly one hour later and I'm back on Genesis. Can someone make the decision for me if I actually want to write Cartman into this or not.... Because part of me really wants to fucking do it. Like probably not in part one. Most likely not in part one. But I am debating on properly giving him a role.

(4:55)Guys I literally have five chapters left and now is when I decide oh hey you know what????

Maybe I should just erm... Tinker with Wendy's character a little bit. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN TINKER WITH HER CHARACTER A LITTLE BIT BRUH WHO DO I THINK I AM????

Okay wait it's 4:59 I actually already accidentally put Wendy almost exactly where I want to be so everything is fine now. I can live with this.

(6:56) and just like that I'm playing around with the New Beginnings Rewrite.....

[woodchipp]

seems like I'll have to try and dissect Omocat's motivational speech myself because clearly no one seems to believe the people who actually worked with her for some reason

here goes nothing

"In a sense, [burn out] makes you lazy and unproductive."

IMO, starting off your Motivational™ speech by falsely equating burn out with being lazy is quite the huge red flag.

"I can vouch that you are all, for the most part, nice people."

Note the unusually passive-aggressive "for the most part".

"If you find yourself not being able to focus or that your productivity is getting really slow, it's probably time to take a break."

Which is why you suddenly became "uncomfortable" with the prospect of having to pay MelonKid royalities four days before the game's launch after they have overworked themselves to get your game out and took a break.

Makes sense.

By the way, how do people explain this, then?

"Things like working quickly and efficiently are like. What you're supposed to do."

idk about people who side with Omocat but to me, it seems that overworking themselves is what Omocat expects of her employees. and to me, that seems kinda shitty

"Instead of thinking of things that I should have or deserve, think of all the things you already have."

This is quite literally Cartoon Evil Corporation-tier rhetoric. bruh

"Think of deadlines as a demon you have to continually give nourishment and sacrifice to or else it will destroy our game. And every time you work on the game, finish something, you're saying fuck you to that demon."

What in the actual fuck are you talking about. Is that supposed to be motivational?

Also... how is giving this hypothetical "demon" nourishment saying "fuck you" to it? what a brilliant metaphor

"Something you can all use is I get to work with my friends on a video game, which I think is pretty cool."

girl these are not your friends you're discussing headcanons about your favorite fictional characters with in the wee hours of the night. these are your employees, and I think there's a pretty big difference between the two. the fact that some of them may have a certain amount of passion for the work they're helping to shape is undeniable, but I'd also wager that your employees expect to be compensated for their work. they're not doing all that shit for high-fives and pats on the back from you

and given that a member of the dev team who sided with Omocat was apparently perfectly willing to call MelonKid, allegedly one of their own "friends", a "demon", I have to question just how "friendly" the dev teem actually was with each other

"I believe that this game has to be potential to be something really great. And new, and fresh, and even classic."

Black Space is Yume Nikki with the serial numbers filed off. The entire plot twist is Silent Hill 2 with the serial numbers filed off. There are multiple indie RPGs that have executed the plot beats (and, in some cases, the general premise) OMORI features way better than OMORI itself did.

With all due respect, your game ain't shit.

"You are here and you believe in OMORI, a game that is full of thoughtfulness and meaning for its creators and for its audience."

1) Ah yes, isn't trivializing the act of suicide into a gameplay mechanic (that is required for progression) and setting the main protagonist's final suicide in the bad ending to a pop song just so Thoughtful™ and Meaningful™? Fuck off

2) Whether your work is actually thoughtful and meaningful isn't really up to you. You don't get to decide how your audience reacts to your work.

[halodwolf]

spent literally. guys. literally an hour and a half on the phone with spectrum because some fucking dipshit loser moving into our apartment complex put my building number instead of theirs as their address thus getting my services disconnected. talked to four different associates. and now i did keep my cool i promise i didn't yell at anyone because i frankly just was confused that my fucking internet got turned off with no notice. but it is baffling to me that it 1. took this long to get resolved 2. i had to talk to FOURRRR different people and repeat myself FOURRRR different times to get my fucking internet back. they didn't even tell me my internet was getting turned off they just did it. bruh.

[reinahwanggg]

I Met You At Sunrise ㅡ Ch. 9

CHAPTER 9 - jay 🔛🔝

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•warning(s): i'm unfunny, friends that "bully" each other, like one (1) obscenity?

•word count: 807 words

“so are we gonna address the elephant in the room or …” is what broke the silence between the four friends as they sat around the round table on the top floor of hybe o’clock cafe.

yeonjun, the eldest of the group, has his hands in front of his face as he cleans his nails, a habit he gained to distract him from the anxiety that took his heart on a flight.

soobin rests his hands on the table, either hand on a side of the book that he was reading for his final tomorrow. his blond strands fall into his line of sight, and he picks up a hand to move them out of the way.

taehyun looks up from the book that he brought with him, surprised at the sudden conversation. he rests his legs on the floor, and picks up the bookmark that he had rested on the table to save his page.

kai, the youngest of the group, and the person that uttered out those words of concern watches as everyone collectively comes back to reality, and he sighs once he sees where taehyun was going with his awkward question.

“who? gerald? he’s been here since freshman year, why address him now?” replies the brunet, who moves away instinctively from the punch his friend sends his way.

“that's not what i mean and you know that tyun. don't make me throw you off the balcony.” kai replies, eyes squinting in malice to let taehyun know that he means it.

“just tryna lighten the mood man. you're the one dropping such a tense question on us.” the brunet retorts.

“why are you the way that you are?” the tall blond questions, looking at the brunet as he says this, and it causes the eldest, who finally looks up from his nails, to fall into a fit of laughter.

“it wasn't even that funny bruh.” kai laments.

“if i don't laugh, i will legitimately sob. what else do you want me to do?” the ginger follows up, eyes blinking slowly as he stares at the youngest who has yet to say anything else about his tense approach at bringing their current dilemma to the table.

it was six forty-two in the evening (6:42 p.m.) by the time as they started to speak. they had been there since 5:40. the boys had asked their fifth friend if he had wanted to study with them at hybe o'clock, fully expecting him to smile and lead the way without verbally agreeing like he always did.

so imagine their surprise when he apologizes and tells them that he would rather study in the library. and don't get them wrong, they asked if they could go along with him as well, but he declined. they wholeheartedly believe that beomgyu is ignoring them.

“i mean, i just don't get it. gyu’s never been one to turn down a group study sesh. is it because finals snuck up on him or something?” yeonjun asked them after they bid their friend farewell after walking him to the library.

yeonjun was sad to see that they refused to answer him. they refused to say anything for an entire hour. only ordering their drinks and snacks and going upstairs to pretend like they weren't rejected by their most active friend (in terms of wanting to do stuff).

“okay, i wanna be the first to say that hyung is acting weird. and whether or not it's because of us is something we need to find out.” kai finally says, and he looks at his three other friends to see that they all agree.

“i haven't said a thing about his soulmate agenda in days and i honestly think i’m going into withdrawal.” taehyun speaks up, and he raises his eyebrow in question once he notices that all of his friends are looking at him funny.

“what are you, a crackhead?” soobin asks, and it causes kai and yeonjun to snort in response.

“i’m just saying that i got used to it, jeez.”

“out of all the analogies you could've used though?” yeonjun questions.

“not my best moment, jeez. tough crowd.” the brunet surrenders, and he shakes his head once his friends laugh at that instead of all his other jokes.

“anyways, i have an idea, but it's stupid.” kai speaks up, his friends looking at him once he starts talking.

“when was the last time you had a smart idea again?” soobin asks, and it gets the crowd chuckling up a storm.

“soobin woke up and chose violence against us all today.” yeonjun says.

“honestly. attacking all of us and for what?” taehyun whines.

“ahem. my idea?” kai clears his throat to bring the guys back to the topic at hand.

“oh right. hit us with it hyuka, let's see what you got.”

•notes from reina: no banner ???? what have i become ???? i couldn't even put a divider or nothing this chapter feels so bare fr. anyways here's chapter 9! i swear this won't feel so depressing next chapter, and the vibes will get better soon! see you next week thursday at 8pm est for the next chapter! reina OUT !!

TAGLIST !! : @bangchansbae @beomies-world

[their80smichelle]

hi, please answer and publish this ask after you have written your exam. let’s celebrate your success together. 🩵

tell us how it felt writing it and how long it took. were you the first one to finish? last one to finish etc. also please tell us what area of rock music was mentioned. glam/thrash/classic soft rock. was there music history on the exam wtc. mention of our/your favourite bands?

thank you 🥰

Hiii !🩷 sorry for replying late !! Honestly I think I did great even if I'm not convinced with one or two answers I wrote, I still wrote something similar to a dictionary length for every questions XD 🥳

It took almost the two hours I had and I really enjoyed it. This was the most satisfying exam of my life. I loved writing it and talking about music (obviously). Probably half of the class was still there when I left.

So I wrote all the questions :

1 - We listened to 4 songs and for the first song we had to tell who was the band and then just describe the rest with the characteristics, why is it this era, what genre it is. We got :

- Iron Maiden, The Trooper, (I didn't find the name bruh only knew it was them)

- Chuck Berry, Johnny B. Goode (and now I realize my doubt were right and I forgot the damn "e" )

- Deep Purple, Concerto (I didn't remembered any of this and said it was Pink Floyd help, I tried to describe it as I could)

- The Beatles, Please Please Me (I was so f happy I knew all the details about this song)

We got a Rock Part :

2 - a) What are the origins or Rock N' Roll ?

I think I kinda messed up this question honestly:/ I talked about the origins a bit and then names all the different genres of rock.

b) What is psychedelic rock ? Illustrate your answers with specific examples.

Well I talked about Pink Floyd, Frank Zappa, Hendrix and The Beatles, stuffs we talked about during class.

c) Name a band and a title of a work representing garage rock.

I wrote two things : The Sonics "Witch" and The Kinks "You really got me"

d) what is the 《 British Invasion 》 ?

I talked about The Beatles with the Beatlemania and The Rolling Stones being worldwide.

Then a Metal Part

3 - a) Name two bands from the 70's considered to be the founders of the metal aesthetic.

I named the three bands : Led Zepplin, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple

b) What is the name of the interval separating the notes G and C#, used in the opening track of a seminal album ?

It was the tritone interval and I added it was in the song Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath and it was the Devil's interval.

c) Name two of the four American bands in the 《Big Four of Thrash》.

:D I wrote the 4 bands : Megadeth, Metallica, Slayer, Anthrax

d) Using specific examples, briefly detail how metal became part of pop culture between 1984 and 2024.

I talked about the movie Rock Academy, Terminator 3 with the song "You Could Be Mine" (so happy I wrote gnr in my exam lol)

I talked about Stranger Things with Eddie and Master Of Puppets and talked about tape-trading.

Last question was :

4 - To what extent and in what way did rhythm and blues, then rock and roll and its various currents, accompany the civil rights movement and other social protest movements of the 20th century? Give specific examples to illustrate your point.

I talked about the Beatles again and Jimmy Hendrix and the Hippie movement and stuffs but I think I messed up this one too :')

[pr3ttyprinc3ssxd]

Entree #1 12/12/24

Stop like it's a B day at my school, which is basically code for the day with my worst four classes. Right now, I'm in Human Body Systems, and we have a project!? Bruh... No, because I have Little Shop of Horrors rehearsals tonight and a Speech and debate tournament tomorrow, where I'm double-entered. HBS is the class of my nightmares. Now I have like a little over an hour to pump out a presentation on epilepsy fml.

My life is hell, Geometry final next Wednesday and the extra credit is estimated to take THREE HOURS! also this whole "fine shyt" stuff is getting on my nerves. I spent almost the entire time in the nurses office cause our school nurse is my homie and tbh I hate geometry. As soon as I get back to class and I walk to my desk I hear "yo fine shyt get your fine ass over here" but yknow I'm the bigger person so I ignore him

Thirty minutes of choir, and I learn why carollers have to train, singing Carol of the Bells while walking is hard.

ENGLISH! I LOVE ENGLISH! We aren't reading... We go down to the library for like 10 minutes to do this check-in thing and then we leave to go do our journals. I'm sitting in the nurse's office again during lunch because a couple of the girls at my table are ops. Yay, I just took a grammar test, and honestly, I feel good about it.

Don't even get me started on sociology, I love it and I love that it's an elective so no idiots are in my class. I can speak freely and we have big class discussions as part of our grade, the best part is that everybody talks! We all discuss stuff and it is such a great confidence booster, I mean Speech and Debate have done numbers for my public speaking but sociology takes the cake. Also unpopular opinion, I love socratic seminars.

[kaythegayest]

Superhero/Villian Au

I'm was gone for a while, I would like to assure you that I didn't die.

Anyway, finalized character designs! (Let's be real, no one can read my handwriting. So I'll be translating everything)

Starting with the hero's,

Aviate- Sky

Hero: Danger level: medium-high

Crimes committed: justified murder, Minor vandalism, manslaughter

Facts:

-strict but kind, determined, outspoken

-friends with both Shade (see second panel) and Rogue (see third panel)

-out of all the hero's, he is the most hostile towards vigelates, believing them to be volatile threats to the public

-very defensive of the hero system

-favorite food is corn dogs

-engaged to Sun

-Calm under pressure

-has a pet parrot

What's in the pouch? A feather from his parrot, a red potion, hero ID, some rope (for restraining foes)

Power: Flight

Aviate's power is rather simple at first glance, but is very effective when it's used. Aviate, like the name suggests, can fly using holographic-looking wings, controlled by a combination of focus and arm movements. The wings largely follow Aviate's arm movements, however with enough concentration, he can move them on their own. The reason Aviate is the #1 hero, and what Makes it so powerful, is that it takes no endurance or stamina whatsoever to use. For example, Say he is chasing a criminal. The criminal is running as fast as he can, soon enough he runs out of breath, that's when Aviate swoops in, arresting him with little to no effort.

Shade- Time

Hero: danger level- high

Crimes Committed: 3rd degree murder, lawful vandalism

Facts:

- Sarcastic, irritable, collected,

-Rogue's (see third panel) mentor

-unlike Aviate, doesn't find a problem with vigelates, unless they get in the way

-knows full well the corruption of the hero system, but they do pay really well.

-Rather temperamental, but trys not to be

-has a annoyingly specific coffee order

-married to Malon

What's in the pockets? Anger Management medication, tape (for restraints), protein bar, Nokia phone (he needs a work phone that won't break), hero ID, pepper spray, Red potion

Power: Reactive Strength

Shade's ability builds off of his already powerful physical strength, and makes him stronger based on the intensity of his emotions. Rage is the best fuel for his power, multiplying his strength about ten times. However his power can be powered by any strong emotion. Doing as the fact that his power is emotion based, he needs to be extremely cautious with everyday situations, as anything could trigger his power. So as apposed to hurting someone, he elects to bottle up his emotions. Which makes his powers more powerful on the battlefield, however causes lasting problems with, and his mental state. He has prescribed anger management medication for when he needs to calm down, but he doesn't take is often as he's supposed to.

Rouge- Twilight

Hero: danger level: medium-high

Crimes Committed: manslaughter, battery

Facts:

-Loyal, protective, and decently petty

-is the only hero with permission to tamper interact with the evidence of a crime scene

-out of all the hero's, he is the most layed back about vigelates (and certain villains) leaving them with a warning as opposed to arresting them.

-Shade's protege

-(secretly) a mentor to Suspend (see fourth panel) and has a albeit shaky alliance with Thorn (see eighth panel)

-doesn't know the extent of the hero systems corruption, but knows enough to understand villains

-unlike the othe heroes, Rogue had 2 swords

-orders only basic white girl drinks at Starbucks.

What's in the harness? Latex gloves (no fingerprints allowed), a notebook, a pen, a Nokia phone (same reasoning as Shade), Empty bottles (storing evidence), handcuffs, Hero ID, health potion

Power: Tracking

Rogue has a more peculiar power, he has the ability to track someone down with dead accuracy using only something they have been in contact with. (ie: a piece of torn clothing, a left behind weapon, the persons blood, ect). He has gained the title "the bloodhound" with the media. Another thing about his power is whenever he uses it, he gets a almost feral impulse to hunt them. The strength of this urge is based on how close the person he's tracking is to his location. Rogue is scary because when he genuinely wants to, he can know your location, exactly what your doing, and how long it will take him to get there.

Vigelates

Suspend- Wild

Vigilante: danger level: medium-high

Wanted for: aggravated assault, assault, battery, obstruction of the law, theft, vigilantism, Minor destruction of property, disturbance of peace, Minor vandalism

Facts:

-Reckless, Easily distracted, Loyal, persistent

-Allies with Tetrad (see panel 5) and (friendly) acquaintances with Thorn

-Rogue's Protege, which gets a little complicated sometimes due to the whole your-entire-job-is-to-arrest-me thing.

-Became a vigelate when he realized that the heroes weren't protecting the poorer parts of town, so he decided to help the people the hero's weren't.

-he makes a very good vigelate despite his impulsive tendencies

-doesnt like coffee. Drinks monster energy instead. (Mipha does not approve)

What's on the harness? Stamina potion, climbing clips, (stolen) police radio, (stolen) taser, stun grenade. (He also has the rope across his chest)

Power: Time Manipulation

Suspend has a unique ability called time manipulation. He can slow down or speed up time around him while he remains at normal speed. This ability can be used for flurry rushes, sneak attacks, or even bullet time. Originally the media mistook his power for super speed which he had to correct the next time he saw a hero. There are two issues to his power. Not only does it sap his energy extremely fast, forcing him to carry around a stamina potion at all times, but also he hasn't completely mastered the power. He can't just slow down time whenever he wants. It's largely timing based, in the heat of the moment. The adrenaline rush allows him to temporarily unlock his power, but when the rush fades, he can't use it. he and Rogue are currently trying to figure out what triggers the power.

Tetrad- Four

Vigelate: danger level- medium

Wanted for: vigilantism, obstruction of the law, wire fraud, theft

Facts:

- subdued, rational, witty

-usually a loner but has a strong alliance with Suspend.

-prefers to stay out of the spotlight to avoid the hero's attention.

-he is very helpful to his community, fighting off criminals, walking drunk people home, ect. But comes off as more threatening then Suspend, who's more extroverted, when in reality he just doesn't want to talk. The community loves him nonetheless.

-when theres nothing to do on patrol, he reads. He's reading the Odyssey right now, or at least trying to. He has no idea what's happening.

What's in the backpack? Rope (restraints), flashlight, police tracker that notifies him about and where nearby crime is, his book, and thirty bang! snaps! (those little snappers you get for fireworks that you throw on the ground and they light up and are super loud. He uses those for stun grenades)

Power: Cloning

Tetrad has a rather unique power to clone himself a max of 4 times. these clones don't have separate personalities, and are more like to drones. He can use these clones as anything from distractions, to a extra pair of hands, getting multiple civilians out of danger. however, controlling multiple of these clones takes energy, so often times Tetrad will be exhausted after using them. He can't control the clones once they get too far away, so the moment he gets out of range, they'll just disintegrate. If a clone dies, he feels the effect, but very downgraded. If a clone gets burned alive, he'll get a blister. Stabbed? That might hurt a bit in the morning things like that.

Villains

Thypoon- Wind

Villain: danger level- high

Wanted for: first degree murder, third degree murder, manslaughter, destruction of property, disturbance of peace, criminal mischief, vandalism, aggrieved assault, terrorism, anarchy

Facts:

-reckless, charismatic, loyal

-Captain's (see panel 7) younger brother

-started being a villain mostly for fun, but then realized how horrible the system is and now he refuses to quit

-Captain doesn't let him drink coffee so he drinks fanta instead

- has a rivalry with Suspend after the vigelate told him he looked like he was seven. (He is not seven for your information)

-Allies with Hare (panel 9) and Thorn (panel 8)

What's in the pouch? Water bottle, smoke bombs, granola bar, device that send his location to Captain if he holds the button (wasn't his idea)

Power: Water Creation and Control

Despite his young age, Typhoon's power is terrifyingly efficient, the only consequences being dehydration, Typhoon can summon water, at will and can control its form, making it from a liquid to a gas or a solid. This can be used to make ice shields, changes in humidity, attacking with waves, drowning foes, water boarding etc. However, the more water he summons, the more dehydrated he gets. he will reach dangerous levels of dehydration, If not monitored.

Captain- Warriors

Villain: danger level- medium

Wanted for: arson, anarchy, kidnapping, manslaughter, first degree murder, second degree murder, third degree murder, destruction of property, vandalism, terrorism

Facts:

-Protective, Chatty, Sarcastic

-Thypoon's older brother

-Allies with Thorn(panel 8) and Hare (panel 9)

-friendlier then most villians, but that doesn't make him a good person

-actually never wanted to be a villain, but he found out wind was one, and decided "maybe if I'm out there with him he won't get hurt"

-Only drinks black coffee because he wants to look cool. He hates it.

-he talks when hes nervous so you could be fighting him and out of the blue he'd just say "your dog could be planning your murder and you wouldn't know" It doesn't happen often, because he's pretty good under pressure, but that's how you can tell he's actually anxious

What in the hoodie pocket? Athletic tape (he gets muscle pain), small knife, device that sends his location to Typoon if he holds down the button (was his idea), survivalist fire starter, gasoline in a bottle, red potion

Power: Paralysis

If he touches any part of you clothing included, then he can paralyze you temporarily, the closer he is to you, the longer you are paralyzed, the farther away he is the less time it takes for you to be able to move during paralysis, you are still fully conscious, usually he will pair up this ability with Typhoon's power, allowing the 2 of them to get hostages easier and more effectively. Their is no downside to his power and it can be used on multiple people. But the more people he has to paralysis, the shorter the paralysis lasts on the victims.

Thorn- Hyrule

Villain: danger level, medium

Wanted for: theft, first degree murder, third degree murder, kidnapping, manslaughter, destruction of property, Anarchy

Facts:

-friends and close Allies with Hare, Captain, and Typoon

-knows Hare's identity

-trys to avoid killing people, but it's occasionally needed.

-knows the hero system is corrupt, but doesn't blame the hero's for the state of the system since they can't control it.

- he likes vigelates, believing their everything the hero's can't be.

- He always feels guilty whenever he sees someone injured, so he'll toss a roll of bandages to them every now and again. Which is how he has so many Allies (some heros included)

What's in the pouch? Several bandage rolls, bandaids, medic kit, various packages of plant seeds, red potion

Power: Accelerated Plant Growth

Thorn carries pockets of seeds around at all times, while it seems like a weak weapon with thorns, power becomes a terrifyingly effective asset, Thorn can speed up, slow down, and control plant movement and growth. Just with a few scattered seeds, he can make a wall out of plants the size of a 2 story building.

Hare- Legend

Villain: danger level- high

Wanted for: theft, arson, destruction of property, first degree murder, second degree murder, anarchy, attempted murder, hostage taking, kidnapping, drug possession with intent, non-consentual drug use

Facts:

-Friend and close allie with Thorn

-knows Thorn's identity

-doesn't shy from murder

-believes the hero's themselves are corrupt

- picks fights with vigelates, believing them to be mo better then the heroes.

-has Hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) (had to look it up)

What's in the cargo pants pocket? Stamina potion, candy, switchblade, rope, chalk (for hands), vials of anesthesia, a rag (for anesthesia)

Power: accelerated jumping and grip

Much like his ally, Thorn, Hare has a seemingly questionable power for villainy, until you see how he uses it, not only can he launch himself at foes, but he can also escape a crime scene very easily simply by going into a alleyway and jumping off building to building. He can get to people fast, or get away from them fast. What Makes Hare so deadly isn't his power, its his willingness to kill any, and all people who get in his way. He doesn't feel much remorse for killing people anymore. He's been doing this for year's.