#ummm wonder why I draw him so much

[newvestroia]

Hands you a million spectras

[metranart]

Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 8)

Being a gang leader doesn’t leave a lot of free time and having hit the critical age of the hormonal teenager, Draken and Mikey are beginning to feel the raging urge of having some needs meet.

They knew what was to come, same reason why they kept you at arm reach. 

Now that their brains aren’t a pool of hormones and lust, they realized how instead of being gentle and tender as any first time should be, it was animalistic bordering primal. You basically drove them to the edge of insanity, and they willingly fell into the spell.

Spellbound still, they follow closely behind you, trailing your every move with attentive eyes, internally ready to chase if they need to, to restrain if is necessary and to beg if you force them to it.

All in hopes of keeping you for themselves. They want you to have their kids, share their dreams, conquer Japan along them—… not in that specific order but you get the idea.

You walk moving quickly but quietly. The idea to go find your own gang leader passes through your mind briefly, but you dismiss it. Draken and Mikey’s gazes are on you like a hawk.

If you miraculously manage to escape and go to Elliot's, -you sigh, long and breathlessly- imagining being beside him and under his protection. Your body tenses at the prospect of running away, maybe straight to a cop—

“Such a long sigh,” you hadn’t taken more than three steps when Mikey cuts short your plans by snaking an arm around your shoulders. “Tell me, (y/n), were you planning to run away?” 

 You wrinkle your nose at being discovered. His eyes study you as you stand frozen beside him. 

“Nah, my Babygirl is not such a dummy,” he states, voice heavy with sarcasm. “I wonder where you were off to?” Mikey continues, and soon Draken joins as well.

“Perhaps she fancies another restaurant,” the tall blond suggests, airily.

“Feeling a little peckish, are we?” Mikey replies, playfully, his attention solely on you. “—Looking for another sip of milk? You can have some of mine, if you like.” The Toman leader smirks at seeing you blush hard, and you can hear Draken chuckle.

Your injured hand is wrapped in fresh bandages, you feel exhausted and weak, your crotch is sensitive and your body aches. It might be safer to play along and then plan an escape route. 

His wicked laugh draws your attention back to him.

“My, my Kenchin... how very little our girl is.” Mikey notices, glancing back at his friend, taking in count how your whole frame is dwarfed by his. “Humor me, (Y/N). How old are you?” he asks, and you hate the sound of his patronizing voice. 

Drawing yourself up, you respond with as much pride and dignity as any gang member should have.

“Not old enough, Manjiro,” you snarl, trying to shake him away from you to no avail. “You just raped a minor—” 

Draken sighs, claiming the other side of the sidewalk to walk right next to you. Flanking you. 

“So very young, indeed.” The tall blond shares, calmly, “but so are we, and sex between teenagers is NOT legally rape…. more like mildly disappointing for society, but not jail time.” Draken patiently explains, and your fists clench, painfully. 

“That’s fairly horrifying, ain’t it?” Mikey croons and you bared your teeth at them, a mocking imitation of a smile. “Plus, you being our girlfriend, ummm-” he taps his lips thinking, “is not rape at all, it was our first time. Lovers sharing an intimate—” 

“Do NOT call me your fucking girlfriend, delusional asshole!”

You raise your voice, moving slowly to your right towards his left side, but he catches your subtle motion and mirrors it casually in his own. He laughs at you, then, and it absolutely prickles your skin.

“Delusional asshole?” Mikey repeats in a spoiled, childish voice, “-that seems like a bit too harsh, don’t ya think, baby?”

You are about to mitigate any kind of hope Manjiro Sano may be harvesting in that blond sick head of his when Draken towers over you, leaning so closely that you can feel his warm breath against your face.

“(Y/N), please, don’t presume that because we allowed a little disrespect, we will continue to endure it,” his eyes seem darker than ever up close, and your body's involuntary reaction is to try to run to which he catches your forearm in his firm grip in an almost lightning-fast motion.

“I can catch you-” he warns, a little upset by your foolish attempt, “I will catch you, and it’s quite unseemly for a girl to be dragged back like a spoiled brat, don’t you think?” 

Draken’s face is so close that you are only a breath away from a kiss, or head-butt him but neither would have a happy ending for you, so you back down and allow them to believe that you have given in.

“—And just like that all her fight is gone.” Mikey says between merry laughter, eyes creasing while he sticks his front to your back in a possessive hug. “Give her a break, Kenchin, she's just getting used to us.”

Graciously offering you his hand, Draken sighs and waits for you to take it, and after a couple of tense seconds, you do. As a sign of good omen between the two.

You can feel the bulge of muscles and the twisting veins that ran from shoulder to knuckles just by the grip of his hand, it's not bruising but is firmer than what you expected. You shudder, imagining those powerful hands locked around your hips, driving himself deep inside once again.... and you being unable to stop him, once again.

“Why me?” you ask, suddenly, ice dripping from your tone.  

Mikey’s arm is around your waist, light as a feather on the wind as he aids Draken to escort you to the restaurant. A blush creeps up your neck when Manjiro Sano choose to deposit a chaste kiss on your neck instead of answering you, and before you can even think of ask again, Draken does the same but on your cheek.

And you puff some air, outraged. “The least you can do is answer me—”

“And that's exactly what we just did.”

Draken cuts your outburst short to then fall silent. 

“Please,” you whisper, your voice hardly there. But their heads turn towards you slightly, and their attention makes you feel brave enough to continue. “Please let me go. I want to go home, I just want to go home, I’ll do anything! I’ll renounce to my gang, I’ll convince Elliot to…to…not do anything against you, I’ll do anything!” You stutter, finally reaching your breaking point.

“You have nothing to offer us.” Mikey claims in all calm smoothness, trying to pass some of that energy to you. You know they don’t care about any you have to offer, even so, you need to try. “Plus, you are not our prisoner, just our girlfriend-”

“What's the difference?”

The words leave you before you can stop them and both stop suddenly and release your hand and waist, turning towards you.

“Loving can heal—” Mikey proclaims, way too invested. You can clearly see in his eyes that he believes what he is saying. “—But you need to give us a chance to let us make up for what’ve we done, okay?”

Maybe this was their way of apologizing for violating you in every possible way.... did they believe that this could be erased and the three of you would end up being a happy polyamorous couple?

You stood quiet for a moment, staring into his startlingly beautiful dark eyes. He was handsome, and sometimes –like now– he even seemed kind enough, though his words were firm and good intentioned, you knew better than to listen to them. 

So, without answering, you turn from them coldly, taking a few testing steps ahead of them. 

“–Just walk.” You hear Mikey advise; gaze firmly set on your every move. 

“Don’t run… we won’t be able to stop ourselves if you run.” Draken warns, his voice tight as if is taking him a lot not to chase you down. 

You were only a couple of steps away from them, but you could see the tension that it caused them.

Testing your luck and their small slip of freedom for you, you visualized the restaurant and move faster, they compensate for the speed but still don't grab you or pull you. Leaving you some air to breathe. Feeling a little -tiny- more in control, you trot demurely until you reach the door, and turn around.

Genuine surprise showing on your face when you noticed that they hadn't chase you.

“Not even a day ago I trusted you.” You remind them, “you spitted in that trust with your more than reprovable acts-….” their blank faces were hard to read, “-I’ve yet to trust you since.” 

Both blonds nod, understanding what you are saying but still unable to process why you can’t understand them as well.

“She’s going to be a tough nut to crack, ain’t she, Kenshin?” 

The aftermentioned smirks, “if she weren’t we wouldn’t be so interested.”

Mikey snickers at that, opening the door to follow you inside. “Damn right.” 

Both gang members enter and just start to walk, you are already inside a booth occupying the long seat of the right and leaving just the seat in front as their only option. 

“Scoot over, (Y/N),” Mikey orders, “Kenshin and I are far too big to share the same side—” 

“I never hear you complaining when you had to share the same, small and diminutive, bed….” You snarl out, and he looks down at you. 

“I’m hungry and tired, even if you find it hard to believe,” the leader of the Toman confesses and for the first time you notice the bags under his eyes. “If you don’t scoot over voluntarily I’m going to be forced to put you on my lap-” 

You’re quick enough to swallow the gasp, and before it continues, you slide to the end of the booth.  

“Good girl,” Mikey praises, taking the seat next to you, sliding gracefully closer until feels the side of his thigh pressed to yours. Then he starts. 

“Communication based on threats will not help us grow our relationship,” Mikey begins to lecture you, and you feel your blood boil.  

“He’s right, little mouse,” Draken adds, taking the seat in front of you as he flips through the menu. “We ought to be civilized,” he instructs, offering you the menu, and when you take it, he doesn't let go, "do you think you can be civilized?”

Your lips purse, even so, you reply.

“Of course, Sweetie, whatever my dear boyfriend asks.” Your tone drips harsh sarcasm. 

“—I know you are doing it to spite me,” Draken begins letting go of the menu, serious facade yet soon his mouth curves into a smile. “… But you calling me your boyfriend really gave me goosebumps, doll.” 

A blush creeps across your cheeks when you frown, making it unable for them to know if its out of embarrassment or anger.

“Now I’m jealous,” Mikey pouts, “Tell me something pretty as well.” 

The blond asks unashamedly, as if your sarcastic comment were actually a show of affection. 

You ignore him, in order to read the menu and suddenly feel him take your hand nonetheless. 

You are about to snatch it back, violently, when you see him bowing, you feel the barest hint of his breath on your knuckles before he presses his forehead to them, instead of his lips. 

“I couldn't even bring myself to kiss your beautiful hand, my love—” he mutters, “Not when I can only think of kissing your lips.” 

When he look up, his eyes are blackened yet overflowing with a feeling that you refused to call love, and his tone as cold and composed as ever. 

“Knock it off, Sano.” You grunt, uncomfortable. “You can drop the act—” 

“It’s not an act, darling.” Draken cuts in, “It never has been.”

You try to snatch your hand away, but Mikey isn’t ready to let go, not without a token of affection. 

“Let go.”

He shakes his head. You sigh, burdensomely.

“You know what I ask in return.” He simply instructs. 

You would like to hit him but you are so emotionally and physically exhausted that you are reduced to saying.  

“Could my dear boyfriend let go of my hand?”

The blonde's eyes shine and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles before releasing you, he smiles.  

"Your boyfriend doesn't want to, but he will do it because he loves you." He announces and your nose wrinkles in disgust.  

You shake your head disapprovingly and he nods.  

“We love you.”

Draken adds.

“A lot.”

“You are delusional and confused—” 

"Whatever you feel, my love, we feel all the more," Mikey say slowly and clearly. His thumb reaches your cheek and brushes it, affectional. 

You flush a little in embarrassment, and he smirks, glad that you made his point easier. 

“The implication behind this blush tells me of how you don’t find us inadequate nor disgusting-” 

You seem to regret your involuntary body reactions, But unfortunately this only makes you blush more, much to the delight of both blondes.

“There’s hope,” Draken adds out of the sudden. 

“Yes, there is.” Mikey nods, “…. We only have to work for it.”

You're about to reproach him when his fingers gently fall on your lips, "and we will, gladly."

“You will fail.” You say in an icy tone. 

Both smirk, and Draken is the first to talk. 

“Wanna bet?” 

COMING SOON PART 9....

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[taki118]

IruClarAzz Master Post Part 11

Just collecting all of the cuteness of the Love Trio and adding my commentary. Spoilers ahead very current with the manga. (Also warning I may make jabs at the IruAmeri ship here and there just small comparisons showing why I don’t like it as much, no hate but if you don’t like your ship being talked about even slightly negatively probably look away.)

If you didn’t see it Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here, Part 3 here Part 4 here  Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Bonus here Part 9 here Part 10 here

Once more we get the visualization Irumas "harem" and once more Azz is here.

I love that Clara is just lounging on him, anyway Ameri's dad fully hates him now.

Anyway Clara shows Iruma and Azz what their club has been working on and its

Very Clara, and very based in Iruma

I like that Clara is like more on the side with Iruma and Azz, she does point out just mixing all ideas worked before.

Their shocked looks

Looking over the Haunted House idea in manga

Once more the trio is separated visually from the rest

All of them working hard on the Haunted House idea

I like that Azz destroys his ummm art and Clara comforts him while Iruma frets (they'll be such good parents)

I love how they both did an absurd amount of work that really led to nothing.

Like you get to the root they are very similar, an.d Iruma is just so overwhelmed.

Azz is embarrassed by his lack of art talent but Clara seems to like it.

But he can draw Iruma perfectly (I wonder how he'd do drawing Clara) also Clara takes the pic again.

Again they are visibly separated.

Silivia reveals she's actually good at drawing and again Love trio front and center which is odd considering Chima is her friend.

They are shocked by the size of their lot, also we get all their matching rings shown.

This space to fill makes them feel confident

But get disheartened pretty quick realizing how much work it will be

Ok this is so cute some small details to note, the valentine incorporates each of their colors, while Iruma is all in white Azz and Clara are both accented by blues, also Clara's candy is pink like Azz and Azz is using a heart arrow to stir her drink. I just look at this and tell me its not their shared Valentines day date.

I just adore when Azz and Clara have to work together cause this does show they are on the same page more often than not.

Azz and Clara front and center in Iruma's view as their plans are starting to fall apart

Again the whole club is here but the focus is the main three

So Silvia finishes her recreation and we get the trio prepped and ready to go together

And get absolutely terrified, again their rings are clearly shown

I love that Clara is clinging to Iruma

Still clinging only thing that would make it better is if Azz was clinging

I love the little he "praised me" and Clara adding to it. so cute (not beating those praise kink allegations)

Again they are all together as they overlook the invitation and get excited

Look at our evil trio ready to scare the shit out of their classmates

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

Can I request teaching virgin Hyunjin how to finger you for the first time 👀⁉️

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: .6k

Warning: 18+ MDNI, Virgin Hyunjin, fingering, kissing.

A/N: thank you so much for your request i hate doing virgin fics hahahahha but i really hope you all enjoy

“I have to tell you something?” Hyunjin says, pulling away from the heated kiss you two were entangled in. 

“What baby…you can tell me anything” You had been dating this guy for two months, and you wanted him so fucking bad. This is the first time he’s ever been interested in sleeping with you. 

“I’m a virgin," he blurts out. You try not to overreact because it's not your place to judge him if this is true. Still, it's hard to believe because people with Hyunjin's looks and charm are usually very popular and have no problem finding romantic partners.

“That makes so much sense." You couldn’t help but think the words just slipped out. 

Hyunjin frowned. As he removed his hands from your waist, he asked, "What do you mean?...it makes so much sense.". 

You said, running your hand up his thigh. "Please do not take it the wrong way….I have just wondered why you haven’t moved on me yet, that was all,” you said, reaching the top of his thigh. 

“Oh god…was I that obvious….I’ve wanted to soo so badly, but I don’t know where to start” his face softened as his hands crept to your hips. 

“I can teach you if you like”, his eyes fixed on yours as he squeezed your hips. 

“I ummm, I don’t know what to say”, he stumbled over his words.

You lean in, your lips hovering over his. “Let me teach you”, you whisper seductively.

“Okay,” he whispers back, closing his eyes and anticipating your kiss. 

You clash your lips with hyunjins. He grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. He pulls away quickly, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Teach me everything” he brushed his lips against yours. 

“Lay me down” Hyunjin crawls on top of you, forcing you to lay down on the bed, his pelvis resting nicely between your legs. 

“What now?" he asked eagerly.

“Well…you can touch me if you like” you notice Hyunjin hesitate for a split second before his hand slides up your shirt to cup your breast. 

“Good, now kiss me." You smile as he leans down to kiss you while his hand massages your breast. 

You tug on his shirt. Hyunjin lifted his body up pulling his shirt over his head. “Now what?” he asks, licking his lips.

“ I want your fingers inside me” Hyunjin gulps at the words. 

“Shit, that was so hot”, he growls as he squeezes your nipple, making you arch your back slightly. 

His fingers draw along your pants line as he takes a deep breath. “It's okay, Hyunjin….I want this,” you say, pulling him in for a kiss.

His fingers slide into your underwear. He deepens the kiss sliding his tongue along the crease of your lips. His fingers hover over your heat, he inserts one finger. "Mmmm, you feel so good already”, he moans into your mouth. 

He pulls out slowly adding another finger as he slides them back inside you. "Am I doing okay?"

You run your finger through his hair as you moan softly. "You are so good" you say your breath and his mixing as you pant. 

His touches become more intimate, as he delicately teases the sensitive area between your legs. His finger slides in and out, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine as he murmurs his appreciation for your body "You are so fucking sexy". 

His thumb circles around your clit as his fingers move in and out with increasing intensity. You moan against his lips in pleasure as the sensation builds in your body, the pleasure coursing through you. He suddenly increases his pace and you let out a loud cry as you reach your peak.

Your body shudders as pleasure radiates through you. "Oh Hyunjin" you call, his eyes lighting up at the fact he made you feel so satisfied. You slowly come down from your high. "I really like you" he says breathlessly. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both catch your breath. You feel a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment.

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[the-dragon-master-lover]

Ummm, Hello, today if there are drawings, well two are incomplete but...

There is a drawing 😺

What have I done these days that I haven't posted anything? Aside from suffering from my flu, I made a Lance sygna suit with Giratina origin (again... It's already the third time...)

The first time was fucking Carmilla Carmine from Habzin Hotel (I won't show it)

The second time he was a samurai (It must be posted)

And now it's the fucking phantom of the opera

Why the Phantom of the Opera? It's a funny story.

Not to make the long story short, I was talking to my friend (we're going to call her Meloetta) and she said, “Do you already have an idea for Halloween for your Tumblr account? “and I said to him" Well, I have a drawing of Lance planned for Halloween "and Meloetta tells me (there are no words in English to describe the wonderful support she gave me) and said: " No vas a ser como una de las básicotas fans de Lance que lo van a hacer vampiro, lo vas a hacer como el fantasma de la ópera y te va a gustar"

...

I didn't refuse

I am proud of this design to be honest, and I promise to do a more elaborate and larger drawing for Halloween, but I don't promise to have it finished by October 31

I'm a student and I'm organizing my ideas for Lance week, Because I AM A STUDENT

So draw for October 31, there may not be any, for the first days of November it's most likely, But this year if there is a drawing

Drawing of Lance's Sygna suit with Giratina and drawing of Lance, Cynthia and Steven as the Sanderson sisters ( The Witch Sisters from Hocus Pocus)

I swear it'll look better, okay?

Before I forgot, Giratina

If by chance of fate I don't upload any Halloween drawings, let these little doodles be left as Halloween drawings

So would it be an early Halloween?

Happy Halloween in advance

(it has nothing to do with it but I recommend a song that every time I listen to it I think: “Lance would identify too much with this song” is called Forget — MARINA, it's very good, and I swear to you, if you listen to them and are fans of Lance, our favorite dragon master with cape will come to mind)

[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 431 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Sorry for the late post, I had no idea that I was going to be a bit busy today. 🙏🏽 BUT GOD, THE SUSPENSE WAS KILLING ME FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. LET’S SEE WHO THE NEWEST MEMBER IS… 👀

I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫

AND LOOK AT HIM, WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES AS TAESOO MA!!!! 😳 I think it was pretty obvious because Daniel Park did say that they’ll meet each other again.

HE’S EVEN WEARING THE SAME COAT AS TAESOO MA!!! And THAT’S the reason why he decided to join? Understandable. Eli Jang will eventually get his wake up call in the future. 😬

I miss this type of interaction between Jay and Daniel. It reminds me of the older Lookism chapters when they used to go to school and Daniel used to be the mediator. I’m just glad that we get to see Jay and Daniel together again, regardless if it’s Daniel in his OG body. 😭💞

OHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH, THE BADASSES ARE IN BUSINESS. ALL IN ONE CREW. 😎✨

ZACK BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS HAD ME LMAAAAOOOOOO WHAT A MOOD.

BRUH. THESE PANELS OF SAMUEL BEING AN INSANE GOOF IS KILLING ME. 💀💀💀 HELP-

I honestly feel bad for him. He's been injected like TWICE so far. Wthhh 😭

OHHHHHH MY GOD. THAT TRANSITION???? HELLO??? IT’S ONE OF OUR FAV BLONDES!!!!! AHHHHHH I’VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE HE’S BEEN ALL THIS TIME. 

PLEEEEASE, THE WAY HE’S WEAK FROM SHOTS BUT NOT WEAK FROM FIGHTING ANYONE.

THE BABY BAND-AID, I- SDHFJSDHFSJDFJSD HE’S SUCH A BABYYYYYYY. AHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN’T. 

BROOOOO LOOK AT THIS FOOL. HE’S ALL GUCCI-ED OUT BRUH LIKE DAYUUUUUUM. His outfit could pay off my rent. (God, simping for this man is like a guilty pleasure. sheesh)

UMMMMM SIR. YOU’RE SAYING ALL OF THIS IN FRONT OF A DOCTOR????? Realistically, he’d call the police. Unless, if he’s affiliated with HNH Group or The Workers, thennnn... that’s probably why? IDK ANYMORE LMAO.

Also, tell me why I thought he was Seongjun Baek from Viral Hit for a second. 😂😂😂😂

Ummm... Are y’all REALLY going to talk about this right now?

WHILE YOU TWO ARE FALLING???????? 😰

Jake Kim, the GOAT. HE’S SUCH A GOOD GUY, AHHHHHHH. WE DON’T DESERVE JAKE. 😭😭😭😭 God, he’s such a kind soul. ❤️

She’s pretty and all, but I still resent her for what she did when she was still with the Workers. 😤

E W. LMAAOOOOOOOO NO.

PTJ really drawing pretty panels out here. 

EWWWWWWW x2 LMFAAAAOOOOOO. GET FUCKED.

THIS IS SUCH A PRETTY SCENE ASDHFKJASDHFHJSDHF. DISNEY PRINCESS, WHO???? (Even though, I wouldn’t consider her as one because... yk... Wow, I really have mixed feelings about this.)

I guess they have their own “happy ending” even though Vivi doesn’t really deserve it imo lol. 

JAMES LEE ALWAYS BE POPPIN WITH STYLE. HE SERVIN!!! 💅🏽

BRUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. PTJ REALLY GIVING US THESE ANGLES MAN. WTFFFFFFFFFFF???? BRO I CAN’T IMAGINE HOW THE JAMES LEE FANS MUST HAVE FREAKED OUT OVER THIS PANEL. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA IM SOBBIN. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (like, “Yes sir, let me sit on your lap.”) 

For the James Lee simps: If you were to be there watching, what would you do? 😈

LMFAAAAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUNNY SITTING THERE, LEANING ONTO THAT LOW ASS CHAIR. WHY IS HE LEANING BACK LIKE THAT? BRUH I’M DEAD. 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀 HE LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS TO TAKE A SHIT DURING THIS MEETING WITH EUGENE, SO HE HAD TO LEAN BACK JUST TO HOLD IT IN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ayo Eugene, you better tell him once he does his part of the deal. No games pls, bc you play too much. 😘

[fatuismooches]

I see the fic but I promise I'll read that later!!! I'm like SOOO tired rn but I wanna dump something short bc it's been BOTHERING me so much

Whenever an artist draws a small scar on his lips, I always think how... I'd like how rough that feels against my lips, yk? Like, jagged against yours... And I think it'd feel good, especially how he kisses you contrasts the texture of his lips... So soft and gentle, careful and thoughtful, like he's making sure you're enjoying it as much as he does!!! And I've been thinking about him kissing you in the smallest of gestures... Like kissing the pulse on your wrist, his reminder that your heart beats only for him 💕 kissing you on the forehead, because you have a wonderful brain he's glad to be part with its growth,, kissing your finger tips, because of your most loving times where you cradle his face as if he's not a damn beast about to maul your face off,, kissing kissing kissing ughhgjfgdgsfje softtore the bane of my existence :((( I love him so much... I wanna pamper him,,, but I want him to pamper me too!! Sobsobs,,

I think he'd absolutely melt inside when u return them tho!! Like if you went up to ur tippy toes to give him a small peck on the corners of his lips, right on his scar, he'd immediately break into a smile no matter how serious he's being that time... Bc, well, as much as he don't find his scars appealing. You at least love them for him 😭😭💕

That's all... Back to class ughhhh..,

OH MYYYY LITERALLY YES TO EVERYTHING HERE!! I adore all Dottore art but when they draw him with scars!! 🥺🥺 And on his lips too... aww you would totally kiss only the scarred part of his lip too, rather than the full one, just to show how much you love it ❤️ I feel like, once Dottore finds out how much you love the contrast, he'd be pretty interested in why you feel that way. Because don't most people prefer smooth and soft lips? Not rough ones? But you don't seem to mind. In fact, you love it. He wants to study that (how you ask? by repeating the process [of kissing] over and over again until you can provide him with an answer that satisfies him.) UMMM KAIIII HOW ARE YOU DROPPING THIS FLUFFY MASTERPIECE ON ME RN!!

I feel like some of those times you mentioned, he didn't even mean to be romantic. Like, he just kissed you like that to make a point, rather than romance, but you!! Thought it was so romantic!! But eventually, you put two and two together and you're like, oh. That's why he kisses you there. And then you fall in love with him all over again because his kisses are the things he can never verbalize, but that's okay. You understand Zandik.

Omg and i totally love the idea of him making sure you love it just as much as him! Because he so wants you to enjoy it, because then he gets to see all those cute expressions and noises you make. If you're not enjoying it, then what's the point? Because i imagine he derives a lot of pleasure and satisfaction from seeing how he makes you feel, since only he can make you feel that way, no one else :)

It's okay!! You both can pamper each other!! There's enough to go around 😌💗 UGHH STOPPP him being all huffy and angry because of some idiot but kissing his scar in an attempt to calm him down... like, he knows exactly what you're doing, he's not dumb but!! He can't help it. And he doesn't know how to feel about the fact you have so much power over him. But he's not gonna do anything about that, you'll always get your way 😭

AND DON'T WORRY POOKIE! TAKE YOUR TIME AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! whenever you read the fic, i hope you enjoy it 💗 until then make sure to rest a lot for yourself, otherwise i'll find you and make you do that 😡💗

[wind-goddess-eri]

I'm Lost but now I'm Found (Reiko x F!OC)

So I wrote a smut thing about Reiko and well my self insert....-_- I only done that once and well I don't remember if it did good. but ummm yeah. Self indulgence.

Smut and Fluff. It's kind of a cute fic. Of course under the cut.

Reiko slowly turned around, he raised his eyebrows and gave you a smug expression, he looked you up and down and scoffed. "Who are you?" he spoke in a firm tone as he sent a glare towards you, he crossed his arms and waited for a reply.

“My name is Eri”. She answered Reikos question. wondering what the warrior is doing in a place like this

“Well, Eri, I must say you seem curious. Tell me, why are you here? Why are you so drawn to this cursed place?” Reiko asked, his glare piercing through his soul.

Eri looked at him shyly and anxiously. “I'm not so sure to be honest. I heard that you could use some company.” Reiko chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. "You're braver than you look, Eri. Or perhaps just as impulsive as I am." He stepped closer, his gaze more thoughtful now.” She blushes as you walk closer. Her gaze looking you up and down “you look very strong and capable. Would you like to sit with me?”

"Sit with you? Why, Eri, I'll admit you are beginning to intrigue me." Reiko smirked, taking a seat next to her. He leaned back against the nearest tree, crossing his arms casually. Eri smiles and looks at you. then looks out at the scenery “You know, this is very nice. It’s been so long since I’ve had any company. a very handsome and strong company.” Eri blushes

“Well, I must say, you flatter me, Eri. But let's get back to the matter at hand. Why are you really here?" Reiko's eyes bored into hers, searching for any sign of deception. "What is it that draws you to this cursed place?" Eri looks away for a moment “I was wandering and got lost. It's been days. I saw you and to be honest I find you very attractive. I’m very lonely…. and was wondering if you would like to be intimate.” Her voice was shaky with nervousness

“Ah, I see. You're here for pleasure, not just curiosity, then?" He smirked, the corner of his mouth turning up in amusement. "And you find me attractive, do you? Well, I must say, I'm flattered."

Eri nods “I find you very attractive” she leans her head on his shoulder

"And what else do you find attractive about me, Eri?" Reiko's voice was soft, almost intimate. His hand moved to gently caress her hair, his thumb running along the side of her neck. "Do you find my determination to help others attractive?

Eri moans softly at his touch “Very much so. The way you are determined and the way you’re so loyal.” she trails off and lightly lays her hand on his chest

“Loyalty, hmm? That's a quality I cherish deeply." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Perhaps I can show you just how loyal I can be." His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer.

Eri whispers with a smile “I would love for you to do that”

“Then consider it done." He kissed her softly, his tongue teasing her lips open. Eri moaned softly into the kiss, her hands moving to his shoulders. She opened her mouth to let his tongue within. both tongues dance as her grip on his shoulders tighten

The taste of her lips, the feel of her body against his... It was intoxicating. He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to hold her head gently but firmly. His other hand found its way down her spine, tracing the line of her dress. Eri moans into the kiss. Her hands slide down to his chest to reach his pants. trying to undo them

As their kiss intensified, Reiko felt her hands on his chest. He broke the kiss long enough to meet her eyes, his own filled with desire. "Impatient one," he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Eri lightly laughs and blushes “Yes, I’m sorry.” removes her hands from his pants

Her apology only made him chuckle. "Don't be sorry," he whispered against her lips before capturing them once more, his tongue dancing with hers. His other hand found its way under her dress, caressing her thigh. Eri deepens the kiss and moans loudly. her hands now running through his hair

The sensation of her hands in his hair sent shivers down Reiko's spine. He moaned into the kiss, his tongue entwining with hers even more. His free hand moved up her leg, tracing the delicate skin under her dress. Moans with a shiver. She breaks the kiss and whispers “Please, Reiko…. Make love to me.”

Her plea was like music to his ears, and it only served to fuel his burning desire. "As you wish, my heart," he growled, his voice husky with lust. With a strength he barely concealed, he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. Eri kisses you deeply once more, wrapping her arms around his neck with her hands in his hair. Moaning

He kissed her back, his tongue playing a sultry game with hers. He moved her up against the tree, groaning as her thighs wrapped around his waist. He pressed against her barely concealed arousal, their bodies flush against each other. Eri moves her hips, brushing against you. I want you. she breaks the kiss once more “I need you inside of me.”

"As you wish, my love," he husked, kissing her neck softly. Reaching for her dress, he lifted it slowly, revealing her pale skin and the curve of her ass. His hands moved reverently down to her hips, parting her cheeks gently. Moans and pants lightly. Eri eyes met hiss, eyes filled with lust

"You're already soaking wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So lovely and warm. Ready for me." He licked his lips, his fingers tracing the edge of her entrance teasingly.

Eri moans and bites her bottom lip, moving with his fingers

With a groan, Reiko positioned himself at her entrance, his erection throbbing against her folds. He looked into her eyes, finding solace and desire mirrored there. Slowly, he pushed forward, feeling the tight heat envelop him as he began to penetrate her.

Eri gasps with a loud moan following. she kisses you softly “You’re so big… feels so good.”

His praises made his breath catch in his throat. With a low growl, he started to move within you, savoring the warmth of his body. He slowly thrust into you, feeling you tremble beneath him, his eyes glazed over in pleasure. She gasps again as you start to move. Sending a sensation of pleasure through her body. Eri moans “Oh Reiko, Oh gods you feel so good. yes mmmm yes”

The way you called out his name sent shivers down his spine. It was clear that this connection they shared was deep and intense. With each thrust, he took her deeper, claiming her as his own. Their bodies moved in unison, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed around them. Eri feels herself lose control, her hands grip his shoulders once more. “By the elder gods, you’re so good to me. I-I’m close.”

Feeling her tightening around him, Reiko knew he couldn't hold back much longer either. "Cum for me, Eri," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. He quickened his pace, driving deeper, seeking that final connection. Moaning loudly, Eri screams his name “Oh Reiko! mm yes yes yes Reiko!” with each thrust she says his name. her walls tighten as she deeply kisses you

The taste of her lips, the feel of her body pulsing around him, and the sound of his name on her lips sent Reiko over the edge. His thrusts grew harder, more desperate as he sought release. "Eri!"

Eri pants and breathes heavily. Hugging you tightly “You are amazing”

Collapsing against her, Reiko buried his face in her neck, his hot breath fanning against her skin. "So are you," he murmured, a small, satisfied smile on his face. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this." Eri smiles lightly “I don’t know but I enjoyed this.” holds you and rubs his back

I think we're going to enjoy many more moments like this," he promised, pulling out slowly, watching as she trembled beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, tasting himself on her tongue. "You're everything to me, Eri."

she smiles and kisses you back. “I love you Reiko”

I love you too, Eri," he replied, a contented sigh escaping him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts and souls intertwined.

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 39: Incident

YOU LYING. LIAR. I LOVE YOU, BUT FUCK YOU

And he's so happy ;_; He doesn't know yet

Why the fuck you lyinnn, why you always lyiinnn

I mean, I can guess why, but also damn, I wonder how his life looked, like, in more detail than what we get

:)

UMMM OH MY GOD

Locked in the castle.

Also, I fucking can't. The way Ohtaka draws expressions. Like, Alibaba looks borderline traumatized, but look at Cassim. You literally can't tell what his feelings are. Is it fondness? Is it pity? Is he scheming? Insnae. You sense all three if not more.

AAAAAAAAAAA STOP FUCKING LYING

I don't even know for what I am in pain here, bro. Is it because of Cassim lying about his dead sister, or about the heartbreak Alibaba's about to exprience in a few months.

Also, the fact that Alibaba gets betrayed over and over again by the people he loves, ugh.

"Admiration". But is it admiration. What is this. I love how ambiguous Cassim's feelings are. Is iat admiration? Is it fondness? Alibaba didn't change at all? Is it disappointment? Does he think Alibaba's a moron? Tbh, in most cases my money is on "All of the above". It's an interesting thing abt Alibaba, or rather how certain people (like Cassim or Hakuryuu) feel about him. They love him and hate him at the same time, want him to stay by their side and get lost, they want him brought down to whatever they perceive their own level to be, at least, and they want him to remain untainted & keep shining so brightly. It's such a... mess. I really love it about these relationships. That being said, it genuinely sucks to be Alibaba there, because of all these mixed signals they give him all the time. That weird pedestal they put him on, and now they're mad about it. To paraphrase, he's not responsible for what they believe him to be, and yet they make him pay for it.

On a different note, I love the wording. "Cassim didn't have to hear that much, but Cassim didn't need to hear that much." Foreboding.

...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OOF. Ok, but that's how I was reminded that there were other people there, so Alibaba probably became a laughingstock of that group, oof

ALADDIN'S. EXPRESSION.

BRO'S ABOUT TO START CRYING, OH MY GOD, HE FEELS SO MUCH

Wait, what else did he tell him?

Also, Alibaba's low self-esteem, and then Rashid doesn't fucking help by saying, yea, there's literally nobody else I can choose, so.

Like, bro.

Father of the year, smh

The fact that Alibaba only began seeing Rashid as more than a unreachable figure is after he'd admitted that he loved Anise. He actually says next page that it's only after that that he began recognizing him as his father.

So, Alibaba doesn't say no simply bc he didn't feel like being a king. He thinks it'd make a mess in the country. There's probably some self-esteem issues involved, too, but also he does make sense. He'd said that some people in the palace began talking to him and all, not that all of them were on his side. It could've lead to a civil war. It was, in fact, a pretty understandable concern.

Alos, ugh, the fact that he wants to revive the slums & get Cassim & everybody to help;;;

And then the king leaves stuff to him. He's, like, 14.

: ' )

Oh no : (

Also, now I'm thinking abt the Moon again. It feels, like, symbolical. Yeah, yeah, I'm very smart for this one. Jokes aside, though, as I've said, Aladdin's kinda Moon-coded, so the Moon, especially full, represents something positive - guidance, maybe fate. So the lack of the Moon likely means the opposite - going against fate, depravity.

Bro, that breaks me a little. He's so confused, but immediately assumes something positive. That Cassim came to see him. But of course he didn't.

Gdi, what a thing to stumble upon.

Choosing is hard. But, like, jokes aside, I can't blame him for hesitation. He's forced to choose between his brother and the greater good, how can he make it?

whack

Why tf is he so pretty tho.

bro

I am. In so much pain. God. And that contrast between the palace fire & all these horrifying silhouettes and Alibaba's precious memory of playing with Cassim and everybody. It just hurts.

[slightlysuspect]

Die in Vayne

Ahsoka's perspective of events.

Ahsoka Tano

Ugh, why do we even do jobs anymore? Going through all this trouble to steal this truck, just to make money that can't even buy a beer. Although I must say the sunlight is nice up here. I can't remember the last time I was up on the surface of this rock.

"Can you handle that Ahsoka?" Crap. Dirt was talking to me on the com link again and I wasn't listening.

"You really think I can't do anything huh?"

"Can you please just crash your speeder on the signal?" So that's what I need to do. That's easy. "Repeat after me. I will crash my speeder when-"

"Excuse me ma'am?" I look and see a couple police officers approaching. "You can't loiter in this traffic lane. I'm gonna have to ask you to move."

"Uh, well officer I'm a little lost. Do you think you could give me some directions?" I ask.

"Sure thing little lady." The other cop says. "Where ya trying to go?" That's a good question.

"Uh lets see, I need to get tooooo, CoCo town I think. I'm interviewing with the commerce guild." That didn't sound convincing.

"Oh yea I can help you with that." Cop 2 says. "And if you're hungry you should check out a diner over there called Dexter's. That's good eatin' right there."

"Ahsoka stop traffic." Dirt says through the comm. I'm up already?

"Thank you for your help officers-"

"What d'you mean? we haven't even told you how to get there yet."

"Right, but-"

"Ahsoka! What's the deal?" Always so demanding and impatient! He wants traffic to stop? Fine! I draw a lightsaber and look around for something that looks explosive. One of these buildings has a box with a bunch of electrical cables running from it. Bingo.

"Hey! Put-" I slice down the cops before they can ask anymore intrusive questions, and throw my blade at the electrical box. Results are immediate and effective. The explosion puts traffic at a standstill. My work here is done. I dive off the speeder to the ground.

"Whoa! What was that? Ahsoka-" I toss the com link on the ground and smash it. Finally, I don't have Dirt in my ear anymore. I wonder if I can find a drink.

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I'm not sure how Dawson found me, yet here he is. I assume he's leading me back to a safe house somewhere.

"Come on babe, please we gotta move."

"Why are you in such a big rush today?" I ask. He gives me his trademark grin.

"'Cause we leavin' today." He says. " It's gonna be better for us after this, but we can't get caught slackin'."

"Sure, whatever." Ugh, I'm so tired, and I expel a huge yawn. "Can you carry me?"

"Haha yea of course." He says, and he cradles me in his arms. As much as Dawson annoys me, I have to admit sometimes he's really sweet. He's a tall strong man, and leaning my head against his chest makes me feel so safe, even though I know it's all just an illusion. Dawson isn't capable of loving a woman or keeping me safe, but I wanna pretend for just a little longer.

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The second we walk through the door, wouldn't you know Dirt starts yelling immediately.

"Dawson! You know we're about to leave this hellhole, and you just vanish? C'mon get ready to go!"

Dawson looks at Dirt defensively. "What I had to get Ahsoka didn't I? Ain't just gonna leave her here are we?" Dirt heaves a sigh.

"Wait where are we going?" I ask. Dawson said we were going somewhere, but I didn't realize it was a whole thing.

"We're leaving Coruscant." Dirt says to me. "Are you ready to go?"

"Oh ummm, let me go get something from Dawson's room." I say, then I run upstairs. Let's see if I can find it. Dawson gave me this beautiful ring made of nyix back when we had money, and while I rolled my eyes and told him to never buy me anything ever again, I kind of liked it. It's probably the only thing I own, and if we're leaving this planet for good, I would really like to take it with me. I know I put it in here somewhere the other day, right? But when even was the other day? Did Dawson maybe put it somewhere else? There's a small box on a table that could fit a ring. I pop it open and find my ring, looking just a beautiful as I remember it. I put it on my left index finger, and it's a perfect fit, now time to go. As I walk down the stairs I think I feel the hint of a smile on my face, which fades quickly when I feel the energy in the room.

"Hey Ahsoka, have you been doing okay?" Dirt asks me.

Now I'm just outright confused. "Since when do you care?" I ask. Then I see some security monitors showing footage from outside. There's a bunch of clones outside. And that blue... "The 501st." I say. So the 501st is here. Which means he's come for me. Is this it then? Am I going to die in this hellhole? I stand frozen in fear for a long moment.

SLAP! "Dirk snap out of it!" Fuentes yells with tears on her face. "You need to get us out of here!" There is no escaping. He'll kill us all.

"Ok. Yea, you're right." Dirt says and he rubs his hands to his face. "It's OK people, here's what we're gonna do." He points to a manhole cover built into the floor. "Reason we moved here? The sewer runs right under here. We're gonna slip right underneath 'em." Wow. All the flack I've given this man for the entirety that I've known him, yet he's so reliable in a pinch. I might have a chance under there.

"Ew, gross." Diego says.

"Well then stay here and have a long conversation with General Skywalker." Dirt retorts.

"It wouldn't be a long conversation." I say. Diego suddenly gets really motivated to hop in the sewer, and I jump in quickly after him. I just really need a second. I run off in a random direction, and once I'm far enough away I collapse against a wall and my eyes start watering bad. Everything's fine... were gonna be ok. I just need to start believing it. Pull it together Ahsoka, you're not gonna be able to fight him if your hand is shaking.

"Hey you hear that?" Someone down the corridor says. Great, I guess someone heard me. Footsteps start approaching.

"P-p-please just leave me alone." I say. "I just...I need some space. Please."

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you can't be here right now." I look up and see a few 501st clones. Do they not recognize me? We just did a mission on Mandalore a couple weeks ago. Wait... that's not right.

"I'm gonna call this up." A clone says, and he pushes his com link. "Commander, we found a girl in the sewer. Do you think she's affiliated with the bounty hunters? Should we bring her in?" That's right. They're looking for me. This can only end one way. "Commander said take her out of here and ask her a few-" I draw my blades slice the clone down.

"I don't have time for questions." I say, and drop the other couple of clones. Focus. I won't win if I don't come at him with everything I've got, and he won't show me any mercy this time. I need to find some hiding places I can ambush from. I move down the sewer quickly, and I get slowed up on occasion because I keep running into clones, but clones will never get the better of me. My master made sure of that. I find a more open cavern that's perfect. The ceiling is high and you can't see anything above you, which is where I'll be when he gets here. Plus there's tunnels branching off into every different direction, so lots of ways to run if things end up going south. The clones seem to think they have some claim to this cavern though.

"Freeze!" It's gotta be 100 clones pointing their blasters in my direction. "You are under arrest! Don't make us fire!"

I let out a little giggle, because I can sense their fear. They know what happened to their friends, and they know they won't beat me, but still they act tough. "Where's Skywalker." I ask. No reply, and the fear escalates. Maybe this battle will go better than I thought. "Not here? Disappointing." I utter a guttural scream, and launch myself into the heart of the clones' offensive. In a dance of blades more beautiful than the sunset, I slice through any flesh that would stand in my way, deflect any laser fire that would attempt to kill me, and unleash lightning that would draw envy from the gods. I can't help but laugh as clone after clone falls before my overwhelming power. As the last of them fall, I know definitively that I can beat him. I will kill him. I'm the only one who can. I stand in the room alone with the corpses, and feel a twinge of disappointment that it's over. Maybe I should've drawn out the fight a little more. What a rush. I need more.

Do I hear footsteps approaching? Good. I can test my theory about the ceiling. I scale the wall and hang from above in the pitch darkness. A squad of clones walk into the large atrium. Good soldiers. They're staying calm in the face of certain demise. I reach with the force, and grab the one in the rear by his neck. He makes a satisfying choking noise as he floats away before his friends can see.

"360 security. Keep the circle tight." Perfect. People looking out don't think to look up. Once they walk where I want them I strike. Again I work too quickly. With a couple strikes, they're all dead except for the point man.

"Commander Tano?" Finally some recognition. I turn and see Rex. Haven't seen a familiar face in awhile. And I guess since he's got a helmet on I still haven't. I thrust my blade into his gut. If Rex is down then the clones must be beaten. Since Skywalker didn't show I guess there's no reason to hang around here anymore. I begin walking towards a tunnel, when I sense a presence approaching. Master Plo in fact.

"Ahsoka?" Suddenly everyone knows who I am. "Have you done this? But... Why? How... How did this happen?"

"What's it matter to you? Since when do you care what happens to me?"

"I... I brought you to the temple myself. You were the most adorable little girl. I thought there was an eternal bond that held us together."

"Oh really? I don't remember us having an eternal bond when the Jedi were accusing me of treason! The only reason I'm not in prison is because of Anakin. He was the only one who really cared about me! Everyone else is too attached to a code."

He casts a sigh. "I'm sorry we made you feel that way. His face moves to my right arm, and I feel so exposed. Why does my scar have to be so big? "But what happened to your arm? That wouldn't be Anakin's work would it? When's the last time you saw him?"

"And still you only care about Anakin!"

"Ahsoka he is dangerous and unstable, and I'm worried that maybe he's wreaked more havoc than I realized."

"Oh is he? That's probably your fault too! You foolish Jedi sit in your fancy tower and think you know something!? I've never seen a more delusional collection of ignorant elitists!"

"You are probably right about that too."

"I could've been safe from all this! I could've lived in my village, and known my mother, and learned to hunt and farm. But no! YOU had to go and kidnap me, and then hand me over to some maniac!"

"Ahsoka please don't blame-"

"I'll blame whoever I want! Because it certainly isn't my fault! Maybe it's time we start cutting old bonds." I try to read Plo Koon, but somehow he is truly emotionless in this moment, as I walk up on him with a menacing glare. The Jedi truly exist as a void of a being. Really it's a mercy separating them from their living flesh. They would be happier as spirits.

"Yes, I guess that is the unavoidable part of all this." Plo says and draws his blade. "You are too dangerous to be kept alive. I will do what I must, but I am so well and truly sorry, my little 'Soka."

Good. So he wants a fight to the death. This will be fun. I draw my blades and whirl right into action. I'm so energized today, and Plo is an incredible duelist. I come at him as fast as I can pretty haphazardly just to see if he can keep up, and he's not breaking a sweat. He's got my offensive handled so far, but he's yet to mix in a strike. I slow down a bit to see if he'll open himself up, but for some reason he remains hesitant to attack.

"You won't win if you won't attack me."

"No matter the outcome of this fight, I have certainly lost."

Why does he insist on staying so sentimental? He can't enjoy the thrill of the battle, and if he's not gonna be any fun, then maybe I should just put him out of his misery. I start ramping up, dancing all around him as I unleash a flurry of strikes, but much to my frustration I can't crack his defense. Right when I least expect it, he goes on the offensive. It takes all of my flexibility to avoid the first blow, and I find myself giving up a lot of ground as he opens up on me aggressively. A very unexpected shift, but nothing I can't handle. I use the force to push him back, then I throw my left blade at his knees while I jump at his head. He defends low to deflect the the saber I tossed, and his head is exposed. I've got him. But then he takes me truly by surprise, when golden lightning erupts from his hand, which I jump into at full force.

"AHHHHH!" The pain is agonizing as I get knocked back, and go crashing into the bodies of clones on the ground. Since when can Jedi cast lightning? Hypocrites! How many secrets are they keeping in their temple, and how many techniques are forbidden, until the Jedi find it convenient to use them? "Not bad," I say as I regain my feet. "but I'm not sure if you've got the technique mastered." I draw out my hands, and unleash a barrage of lighting on Master Plo, who deflects it with his lightsaber. It's proving to be difficult to get the upper hand on this guy.

"I can assure you child, you are far from a Master." Is he right? Am I going to lose? He possesses power the likes of which I've never seen before, and there's nothing I can do that could really take him by surprise. No, focus. It's time to get serious. I reach out with the force and grab my second blade, and I pounce. He takes his defensive posture, so I come harder, and faster. He holds firm, so I come faster, and faster, and faster still. My speed is finally starting to tax him. He's defending too slowly, and at long last I get an opportunity to disarm his lightsaber. I get a rush of satisfaction as I look upon him, completely defenseless, then I channel everything I have into conducting lightning.

"AaAahgckgchk." The apparatus that he speaks through begins malfunctioning, but he continues writhing in pain as I blast him, and I don't let up until the writhing stops, and his corpse is black and crispy. Ah, victory is sweet, especially when it's this significant. The first Jedi I ever met, is the first Jedi I ever killed. I grab his lightsaber and continue through the sewer.

Author's Note

I firmly believe this is the best piece I've ever written. I feel like everything from the 2nd episode was building to this moment. The sensation that came with writing this was just different. This piece took me somewhere, and I hope anyone who reads it will feel the same sensation. But the problem with reaching a crescendo is that it can feel so hard to top. I don't feel like I'm close to hitting this peak in anything I'm currently writing. Yea if you don't like this then my writing probably isn't for you. But if you did like it, I strongly recommend you check out the full fic on AO3, where I can also be found under SlightlySuspect.

[15ktherapy]

I wonder how many of my issues I could blame my dad for. like he’s not evil or anything but he does suck. it’s okay though I can bully him so it’s fine. it’s funny though . Bros like you remember things I think you really shouldn’t. And I get to sit next to him and laugh like yeah funny how that works. kids can be traumatized fun fact. they remember that shit. Fun Fact. I don’t say that to him I just laugh in his face. because I’m evil. it’s okay though because I can tell him I don’t like him and it hurts his feelings. L bozo. that’s what u get. oh my god I think I picked up my emotional deceit from my dad. the double layer fake out….. stares blankly into space. whatever I’m better at it so who cares. I wonder if he remembers making me sit out of best activity ever. there was this school activity I did in the fourth grade and he literally went up to my school and demanded I sit out the class. God that’s so embarrassing. it was so fucking embarrassing. everyone gets to have fun. I sit in the corner. just me. all me. all by myself. you know if you stand out people look at you? yeah. fun. and I really liked Activity too. I wonder if this is why I don’t have any life passions. except drawing a little. you can’t take away my ability to draw u less you fucking bound my hands suck on that old man. well and it’s the most easily available thing ever. especially to do in school. ohhhh I’m drawing ? what are you gonna do about it? take the pencil? then what am I supposed to take notes withIDIOT ???? maybe I fear the take away. hmmm.

sorry still haven’t found a job yet so I’m being philosophical. I’ve applied for like six and only gotten a reply from one but that place was way farther away than I thought so umm. Don’t think I can take that. Also they wanted me to do a recorded interview. insane. just vibe check me through email like a real man.

I wonder if I should make a resume. I don’t have anything to put on it except “never had a job before please be nice to me” maybe that could get me pity. hmmmm

oh there’s this weird thing my dad does where he’s like I Should Get U A Gun. and I ignore that because it’s stupid. I have knives man. and then he’s like you probably shouldn’t have those. or a gun. Homeslice ur the one who brings it up all the time. I can have knives if I want. BLEHHHHHH. the gun is a cowards weapon anyway. I have a whole thing with that. ITS TRUE THEY ARE. let’s see how can I trace this back. ummm one time when I was a kid there was something on the radio about a guy getting beat to death with a rock (by multiple ppl) and my dad (white Texan man) is like oh what are the liberals gonna ban rocks too ? and me, not sure how old I was but younger than I think I should’ve been, is like. that’s stupid. it’s circa 2015 or something I’m like twelve and I’m like well that’s fucking stupid. because it is. if you want to shoot someone you have to what? pick the thing up maybe flick it’s safety off and pull the trigger? dude you have to put so much effort into beating someone to death with a rock. it’s a fucking rock. anyway the point is the argument is stupid. it’s not “this thing can cause death so it’s bad” it’s more about the ease of the whole thing. murder should be personal. if you want to kill me put some fuckin effort into it, pussy. if you want to kill someone you should have to put the effort in. just My Opinion. stare into my eyes while you kill me dude. murder should rlly be about acknowledgement. awwww little baby wanna hide behind something to kill me ? can’t even look me in the eye? booooooooooo. bitch. do it urself coward. stab me.

[coldnightstars]

Why can’t I make friends, am I that bad of a person,” I blabred to my plant “I wish you could respond back, as you are basically the only thing I talk to.” I heard that if you talk to your plants it will make them grow faster but I really don’t think that is true “Oh plant, why must you be so cruel to me, just talk to me already” I said very dramatically, I have no idea why I’m still talking to the plant but I also don’t want to go to school is not like I have any friends waiting for me.

“OLIVER!” my mom shouts from downstairs

“Yes, yes I’m coming!” I shout back

“Well you better hurry before I drag you down here” my mom said, I have no idea why she always says that, like why can’t she just be quiet is literally 8 in the morning how can she always be energetic. Sometimes I wish I could steal it from her and have it for myself because everyday I feel so tired. I finally decide to walk down the stairs and get myself in to the car

“Hey, you ready for the new school.” she yells in my ear

“Could you please not scream in my ear.” I said angrily

“You know you don’t have to always be so grumpy, right.” she commented

“Could you just start driving” I mumble to myself, but I do feel very grumpy for no reason probably because I know nothing is really gonna happen, either way I do hate the first day because you always have to introduce yourself and say a fun fact, and when it’s my turn to go my mind goes blank I always wonder if this is just a me thing or is like a everybody thing.

“Okay we're here” my mom says with no emotion whatsoever, I sigh my way out the car, I already want to go home even though I just came here. New classes, new everything. I very much do not like it, but it also means new people and I can actually make a new friend or I mean my first friend.

As I wait till is my turn to introduce myself there is this guy who peeks my interest he has wavy hair, I want to squeeze it.

“Oliver it's your turn” Ms.Smith says

I go blank I can’t think, everyones is looking at me, come on Oliver anything say anything

“umm…Hi my name is Oliver and I like drawing” I say what my mind can come up with which I guess is ok but the things is that is not true at all I absolutely hate drawing there just something about it and I hate that I can’t make anything how I want it to look like its very frustrating

“Ok, take a seat” She say in a very calm tone

I took a seat and that one guy that I took an interest in sat right next to me, I wonder if I’m in a movie. Ms.Smith started her lesson, but I was mostly looking outside where the leaves fall down from the tree and dance in the wind. It was a wonderful view.

“Hey, hello, you there” the guy next to me said

“Uhh… ya”

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Do you like autumn” he asked

“Ya, why?” I asked back because it’s a really weird question to ask someone random

“Because, I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a walk with me during lunch to see the pretty trees”

“Ummm… I guess” This guy is kinda weird

“Ok, I’ll see you there”

I wonder if I’ll actually be able to find because there is going to be a bunch of people and he is kinda short, and also what kind of a person would ask a question like that but I could make a friend out of him.

[alyhorse6]

PLEASE WEOTE SOME CLEMENTINE FLUFF WHEN SHE NOTICES SHE LIKES F!READER NOONE EVER WRITES FOR HER

Ask and you shall receive! Here’s a Clementine x f!reader fluff fic! I really hope you like it Anon!

“What’s this feeling?”

“Hey Aasim, you see anything in that one over there?”, Questioned Y/n.

“Nah nothin’”, the teen sighed in response.

Clementine was visibly disappointed, but tried to stay positive, “Well it’ll be okay. Maybe the traps in the clearing will have some.”

The small group made their way to the clearing ahead in hopes of finding something for their rations.

“Guys! There’s one over here!”, called Y/n

A small smile, a rare site for him, appeared on Aasim’s face, “Nice! Get it ready for the bag!”

The three of them continued checking the traps and made their way back to Ericson’s. The sun had started to set and everyone was beginning to simmer down from their tasks. Y/n had gone to the green house to check on Ruby and how the plants were coming along.

“Hey Rubes, how’s everything in here?”, a curiosity filled Y/n.

Ruby lifted her head with a smile, “It’s great actually! A lot of the basic veggies are coming up quickly. Soon we won’t have to rely on rabbits as much, so long as everyone is okay with a few meals without meat.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up like a spark, “Yes! That’s incredible!“

The pair discussed plants a little longer, being able to have someone to converse their love of gardening with. Soon the bell for dinner rang and they headed back towards the main building.

Everyone gathered around the picnic tables to eat and enjoy some conversation. Louis had asked Y/n a question about her hobbies, when she answered, Clem felt this new feeling in her chest. It was foreign to her. She didn’t understand why she felt so light and airy when she listened to Y/n’s excitement. Was she sick? She hadn’t been bit and just not noticed had she?

Some time had passed, they’d played some card games (per Louis’ request of course) the majority of people had wondered off to their rooms to get ready for the night. However, everyone at Ericson’s had agreed that watch shifts could still be a good thing, even with the Delta gone. Y/n and Clem had the first shift.

The two headed up the watch tower and sat down in the folded chairs left up there. Y/n glanced over at Clementine and noticed her look of confusion, “Hey Clem, you okay? You’ve looked a little lost and spacey since dinner.”

Snapping back to reality Clementine spoke with a nervous laughter, “Oh yeah ummm… I’ve just been a little out of it. Lost in thought I guess.”

Y/n was still a bit concerned, but she chose not to push.

Some time into their shift, Y/n and Clementine had fallen into a conversation about all the people they used to know. Clem had asked Y/n a question about one of the people she had mentioned. Y/n spoke with such an admirable fondness for the person, Clem understood feeling that way about someone. Lee had left such a large imprint on Clem’s life, she really didn’t know what she’d be like had he not come across her when he had. After a while they got off the topic of their pasts, as some of the people they knew had become a touchy subject and neither of them felt like being emotional tonight.

Eventually they settled for cracking stupid jokes and jabs at each other and the other kids at Ericson’s, “I’m serious Y/n, I think today was the first time I have ever seen Aasim smile!”

The other girl laughed uncontrollably, although she knew the sound would likely draw in walkers, she didn’t care. There was a wall and she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. Clementine laughed along with the other girl, but most of her focus was on Y/n’s laugh. It was loud and wheezey, but she didn’t care, to her it was the best noise ever. It was then that the feeling in her chest from earlier made sense to her. Clementine had special feelings for Y/n and it got her face all hot and bothered.

Y/n had finally come down from her little moment of bliss and looked to Clem, “You know, you’re really good at making people laugh. It’s not like Louis. He just makes stupid corny jokes that somehow manage to be funny. You make these incredibly fast little quips about people and it’s always hilarious. How do you do it?”

The question had barely registered in Clem’s head, she had just discovered what was wrong with her and could no longer form a sentence.

“Clem? Are you there?”, Y/n sat up to wave a hand in front of Clementine.

“Huh? Oh yeah! I’m good!”, an embarrassed smile creeping its way onto the young girl’s face.

Their shift ended, they headed to the dorm building, and said their good nights. Clem was quick to blush when Y/n hugged her before walking off. Clementine walked into her room quietly, wary of waking the boy she had taken in. She changed and laid down under her blanket, left to lay with her thoughts until she fell asleep, which to her seemed like it’d be impossible. She couldn’t believe it. How had she never noticed that feeling before? Thinking back it had happened before, and always when she was around Y/n. How long had she liked Y/n? Had it really been that long? Because remembering all the times she’d felt that feeling, she would have had to have liked Y/n since before the Delta attack. Dang. That was quite a while. New fear unlocked. What if Y/n doesn’t feel the same? What if she finds out somehow and starts avoiding Clem? With all the questions and thoughts running through her mind, Clementine fell asleep. Her mind and body were tired and it was time for rest.

Part 2??

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Ummm as a person who draws, can I ask for Kyo’s response if he was going through y/n’s sketchbook left unattended and found a few portraits of him inside 👉🏻👈🏻🥺💕

a/n: fr i was drawing consistently from like late elementary school to highschool- then stopped completely after graduation lol (tbh i've been debating drawing/painting uzui and rengoku lately) thank you for the rq!! i went ahead and put this in the form of bullet points >< i hope that's alright!

i also didn't really proof this ;n; im sorry if theres errors

-x-x-x-

kyojuro was never one to pry

he would often see you doodling and scribbling away in sketchbooks with any free moment you had and if he asked what you were drawing sometimes your responses differed

sometimes you'd nod and gleefully wave him over as he sits beside you and you flip through pages with all sorts of sketches

trees and flowers, foods and the sky, animals, and shops- anything that caught your eyes was somehow materialized in the confines of your book

however, he's noticed lately that there was a different reaction to this question

you would grow flustered, stumbling over yourself and slamming your book shut, sometimes shutting your thumb harshly between its rough pages with your haste

just from your reaction alone- he knew the answer would be a very polite no, but that only piqued his interest and curiosity

he had also noticed that you only acted that way when you had a very specific sketchbook with you

your normal one filled with the things you shared among him was a brown, leather stretched book with worn edges and even more worn pages

the second one was much more well kept

newer and black and every time he got a glimpse of it, it always seemed to be in pristine condition

you obviously took very good care of it- so whatever was inside the pages must've been something you were proud of

again, kyojuro was never one to pry

but when he saw you had dozed off one spring day on the engawa while you were visiting him the moment was just too tempting

you were out cold and he had just noticed your sleeping figure leaning against the outer wall of the house when he spared a glance at you from his training out in the yard

he swiped his sleeve over his forehead and down the side of his face, the sweat getting to him as he walked to the house and set his bokken down

sitting on the engawa next to you, he easily cradled the back of your neck and braced your shoulder so he could gently lay you on your back

he also threw his haori over your chest because even if it was springtime, he didn't want to risk you getting a cold and you could sleep much easier on your back than slumped over against the wall

as he lay you down, your black sketchbook had slipped from your lazy grasp and dully bounced off the wood of the engawa and all kyojuro could do was sort of... blink and stare at it

he glanced between you and the book multiple times wondering to himself if he was really going to be a snoop and look through the book while you sleep

he could look and then when you start to wake, place it back on the floor beside you and just never tell you- but would that be lying?

the last thing he wanted to do was lie to you and you obviously were protective of this particular sketchbook

he curses the book because why did you have to have that one? he could've easily picked up your other one and skimmed through it like you've let him a million times before

apologizing to you about a bazillion times in his head, he picks up the book and settles himself on the engawa, folding his legs and holding it in his lap

it sat closed, the black-bound face of it staring up at him as he rested his hand on top of it still taking one more moment of contemplation

would you be angry with him?

the top of your head brushed against his bent knee and he glanced once more at your sleeping face before he took a resolved breath- he was going to open this book

the curiosity was eating him alive

and he'd find a way to make it up to you somehow later if you were mad when you woke up and he tells you he looked because he wasn't hiding the truth from you

the last thing he expected to see when he cracked it open was his own face staring back at him

he was shocked enough to close the book, sit for a moment then reopen it to make sure he was hallucinating things

he wasn't- it was him sketched out among that first page

in fact- the pages that followed were all of him

training, fighting, teaching tanjiro and senjuro, eating, reading, talking with his brother, sitting formally like he would in front of his father, walking through the forest, standing in the yard under trees, kneeling on one knee, laughing- all of these expressions and positions were all him

no wonder you didn't want him to look inside

the book was open to a page with him standing cross-armed and grinning like a fool as he let out a shaky breath

he leaned forward and covered his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks burn in his palms from the revelation

he lowered his hands and looked at you still dead to the world under the spring sun and he reached over to place his hand on your head before taking his fingertip and tracing your own features like he was sketching his own portrait of you

you must've been looking at him a lot to be able to draw him so accurately and the idea of you just staring at him- finding him so interesting enough to draw over and over just made his face flush again

he cleared his throat, finding your discarded pencil, and opened to the next blank page he could find

when you woke up, you were by yourself laying on the engawa with the warmth of kyojuro's haori over you

the sun had shifted since you had dozed off and he was no longer in the yard training

you sat up and rubbed your eyes, feeling embarrassed at the idea of him seeing you napping and going so far as to cover you up and lay you down

grabbing your book, you didn't even think about him sneaking a peek but when you grabbed it, you felt your pencil lumped inside it

opened it to the page the pencil was placed, the haori still crumbled in your lap felt way too hot

a very poorly drawn picture of you was sketched into the page and a small 'thank you very much' was written in the corner of it

you buried your face into the open page and willed the earth to open up and swallow you whole

the next time you see kyojuro, you're returning his haori to him, and let's just say it's a bit awkward- but he lets you know that he's very flattered you find him so fascinating to draw (all while entirely red-faced)

you just ask him to forget about it- but he doesn't

he actually offers to pose for you, you scream and tell him to forget it and it makes him laugh because you're just too dang cute when you're embarrassed

your embarrassment almost makes him forget his own

you don't stop drawing kyojuro and when he asks to see in the future, you sheepishly let him take peeks every now and then

among your sketchbook, his poorly drawn picture remains as your favorite page

[leaderoffestivals]

CROSS FIRE: Strength and Strength Ch 5

Jun: Hey, Nagumo-kun.

Tetora: … … … …

Jun: … … Uh, Nagumo-kun?

Tetora: OWAA~, SAZANAMI-SENPAI?! WHAT’S WRONG?

Scenario Writer: Kino Seitarou (with Akira) Season: Summer Characters: Kiryu Kuro, Mikejima Madara, Nagumo Tetora, Sazanami Jun, Otogari Adonis  Proofed by: @ryuseipuka, Skyress

<About half an hour later… … >

Madara: Now then. Do we have any other suggestions? 

This is what we have on the list so far: First, the exhibition match, followed by the training experience, the making of the image PV (1) of [CROSS FIRE],―

―the singing of the tie-up song, and lastly, appearing as round boys during the actual show. This is all we’ve got, though…

Kuro: Are you honestly expectin’ it to get any better than this? This is plenty!

Adonis: Yes. I think so too. 

It’s difficult to say if we’ll be able to accomplish more in the time we have, from now till the actual performance. This much is indeed adequate, given our schedule.

Jun: Yep! If we push ourselves too hard and try to bite off more than we can chew, the entire project might just end up in disaster, right~? Wouldn’t it be better to focus on getting ourselves ready to perform these items first? 

Madara: Gotcha! If that’s the case, let’s meet again in three days' time to start training. Tetora-san, you don’t have any objection to this, do you~?

Tetora: Uh, yeah. This is fine. 

Madara: Great, it’s settled, then! Let’s look forward to assembling together again in three days time~!

Tetora: … … … …

(Ummm. In the end, Taisho never committed himself to actually participating in the exhibition match, huh. 

Well, there’s still a way for the plan to move forward even if they don’t battle in the arena itself...

Instead of using the exhibition match, I could get them to do it during the practice match conducted at a nearby wrestling gym, where we BUTOUKAI members will be training.

If the two of them could have a match there, the truth behind the Dragon King Competition would be revealed――)

Jun: Hey, Nagumo-kun.

Tetora: … … … …

Jun: … … Uh, Nagumo-kun?

Tetora: OWAA~, SAZANAMI-SENPAI?! WHAT’S WRONG?

Jun: Whoops, I must’ve startled you, huh? 

Sorry ‘bout that. I noticed something had been a little off about Nagumo-kun’s behaviour earlier, so I thought I’d just ask if everything was okay.

Tetora: Was something off about my behaviour? 

Oh, nothing’s the matter, really. I was just thinking really hard about something, so there isn’t any need to be concerned about me at all. 

Jun: I’m glad you’re fine. During the meeting earlier, it looked like you were stuck in the role of a silent listener after you had given your idea, which made me wonder if something had happened. 

Tetora: Ahaha! If it’s about that, please don’t worry about it~

I’ve been trying to figure out who ‘The Strongest Man in Yumenosaki’ would be, that’s all.

Jun: ?

Tetora: Oh, right. Sazanami-senpai’s from Reimei Academy so you wouldn’t have heard about it, but―

―it’s been said that the true identity of Mysterious Fighter M, the man who had challenged Taisho—our Karate Club’s strongest fighter—and the only one who managed to fight him to a draw, is Mikejima-senpai… … 

I want to get to the bottom of that, you see. I want to find out which of them deserves the title of ‘The Strongest Man in Yumenosaki Academy’!

Honestly, that’s the only thing that’s been on my mind. That’s why I blurted my own suggestion so impulsively, and also why I’ve been going along with whatever Big Sis Anzu and the other senpais have been saying.

Jun: Hmmm… … Mysterious Fighter M, huh? That’s a strange name… …

And the only two people who know the truth aren't talking about it, huh… …

Oh! Isn’t it possible that the ‘M’ could stand for Morisawa-senpai’s ‘M’?

Think about it. Masked wrestlers and sentai heroes are kinda similar, aren’t they? Since both are about fighting while keeping one’s true identity concealed, that’s an unexplored lead, too―

Tetora: Nope, impossible. There’s absolutely no way that would be the case!

Morisawa-senpai might hold the title for being ‘The Most Hot-Blooded’ in Yumenosaki Academy, but he’s far away from being considered ‘The Strongest’. 

Or I should say―judging from his build, his physique isn’t that of a martial arts fighter―

―and as for his muscles, he’s just about on par with me. If we were to fight each other, Morisawa-senpai would definitely die. 

Jun: That’s a heartless thing to say, don’t you think… …?

Well, I get the situation now. In short, Nagumo-kun wants to bring the truth of that past match to light, so as to find out who ‘Yumenosaki Academy’s Strongest Man’ is, right? 

Tetora: That’s exactly it. 

Taisho’s someone I look up to very much, so I don’t wanna believe that someone like this Mysterious Fighter M could fight him to a draw in the Dragon King Competition!

Jun: Haha~! It seems like there’s always something interesting going on at Yumenosaki.

I’ll help you out, Nagumo-kun. I wanna witness the showdown between fellow strong men too~ ♪

Tetora: EH? Do you really mean that?

Jun: Yep. It’s pretty much a given, since we’re comrades-in-training together. I’ve always been interested in competitive sports, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find the idea of ‘The Strongest Man’ romantic too. 

On the day of the practice match for the Shuffle Project, let’s do everything we can to get them to meet in the ring together ♪

Tetora: Ossu! Thank you so much, Sazanami-senpai!

WHOAAAAAA! All this talking with Senpai is filling me with an even more overwhelming desire to know who The Strongest Man is!

I-I’m gonna go to the Training Room to get a grip on these feelings right now!

Jun: Oo~h, that sounds great~

I haven’t completed my daily workout yet either, so would it be okay if I joined you? 

My entire body has gotten stiff after sitting through that long meeting, so I really wanna give these muscles of mine a good workout too ♪

Tetora: Fufu, good friends and good company are great blessings to have after all!

Let's go, Sazanami-senpai! We’re gonna be performing in a PV, so let’s train as hard as we can to get ready for the actual show… …! ☆

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 4  /  Chapter 6

Translator’s Notes: 1) PV refers to promotional video, music video.