#until the end o7

[kyasunn]

(They hear Etho losing his last life)

Grian: Etho, my boy!

Cleo: Etho, you're my b-! (chokes up)

Cleo, turning to prepare arrows: Right. So they have chosen death.

(They didn't hear Etho as he ran from Scar, trying to get to safety. "I'm going home, everybody. I'm dying in my home.")

[zerothakun]

Spooky deathduo!

[justcallme-ange]

Dream - Until I End Up Dead (Official Music Video)

[stonerzelda]

days at work rally are just gettjng progressively more and more depressing and making me insecure as shit but in other news to all astarian fans: i geddit neow. humbly bows my head

[cantofworms]

Last thing we hear from you is you’re gonna watch supernatural and then you disappear 😭

yeeeahhhh about that it’s been four days and I’m a few episodes into season three now w no end in sight😭

[girlwiththegreenhat]

high school graduations suck but the valedictorian doing a speech about how corporations are killing the planet and we should be more conscious about our waste and consumerism for the betterment the future of our planet and children, pissing off every idiot conservative on the crowd including my dad, carried the entire thing for me

[you-need-not-apply]

Until I end up dead is pretty good song and I didn’t cry stfu

[todayisafridaynight]

Right??? Thanks so much! I actually first fell in love with Jo's character when RGGJo's voice lines came out haha, so it's super fun to be able to share them.

But I can think of a couple of reasons for the wild personality gap, and for me it starts at their respective roles. Obviously main antagonist and major supporting character are going to draw different levels of attention to themselves, but I think it's chiefly that RGGJo is not just Jo, but he's both Jo and Masato as one character.

RGGJo is much, much closer in age to Ichi, and though they're not "twins" like Ichi and Masato are (RGGJo is a little more than 2 years older), it's thematically there I think. The whole "twin dragonfish," dark and light, two sides of the same coin kind of thing.

And just as Ichi was initially conceptualized as a sort of "greatest hits compilation" of the previous protagonists' most compelling traits, I think there's a strong case for RGGJo being the same for the previous antagonists--specifically Nishiki, Ryuji, and Mine, who are pretty clearly Yokoyama's favorites anyway lol.

I have a feeling casting has something to do with it as well. RGGJo's actor, Hiroki Takahashi, is actually the exact same age as he is, and he's voiced his fair share of fun, flamboyant villains. If I wanted to speculate, he's also voiced his fair share of BL, so that may be why RGGJo's voice lines have a Certain Slant to them; directing his delivery to capitalize on his established appeal (although he has quite a range) makes sense.

Tsutsumi is also only a few years off from Y7Jo, and he was cast for having the dignity and screen presence to "make every word feel like it might have a deeper meaning." Yokoyama (and Takeuchi) wrote the games, he and Nagoshi handled the casting, and Yokoyama generally handles the voice direction for the main story, so a lot of it's specific to his vision.

Within that context I think it's relevant that he wrote Y7Jo while picturing Tsutsumi specifically. RGGJo was more malleable and less "consequential" in terms of the franchise, so, y'know, why not have a little fun with it? I think that's reflected in their designs as well. RGGJo's is larger-than-life while Y7Jo's is relatively subdued.

Overall, I get the sense RGGJo's role is more akin to "son" and "brother," (aniki, if you will), like Masato, whereas Y7Jo's role is more akin to "co-parent" and "father" and I guess "Evil Stepdad" in a Cinderella kind of way. It's not exact across the board, it's not literal across the board, but it's the archetype, right? And I think that does, exactly like you said, have far-reaching consequences for their backgrounds and who they've become as a result.

BTW, you actually are up to speed on Ichi's story, because uh… that's where it stops lol. It was discontinued at roughly the equivalent of the start of Chapter 12 in 7; the rest of the story was written, but not published. It Kills Me.

But I think, despite any concrete backstory, the implication for RGGJo is that (if I assume he joined earlier than Ichi, which would make sense given he's captain), he was at most 18 or 19 when he joined, and he's exactly the same kind of Arakawa fanboy Ichi is. The 15th anniversary book goes on to say he "was purely in love with [Arakawa]'s greatness" and so cannot tolerate the idea of allowing him to live and die in obscurity at the bottom rungs, of Arakawa being in a position not equivalent to his "greatness" in his eyes.

But Ichi thinks that's regardless of what Arakawa himself may want, since RGGJo is apparently not going to stop until he makes him chairman, which the Arakawa Ichi knows wouldn't really care about. I think there's an interesting mix of selflessness and selfishness in his desires that reminds me of Mine.

And that's explicitly as opposed to Y7Jo, whose loyalty remains the same, but whose feelings and motivations are complicated by the existence of Masato; the usage of "purely" before is notable here, as another suitable translation would be "uncomplicatedly," which to me would suggest that degree of admiration is a component of his loyalty in 7 as well.

So I think you're absolutely right the circumstances with Masato are a major aspect of what's going on with Y7Jo. It's inextricable because he's got this immense gratitude towards Arakawa for raising his son and also a need, a primary driving force, to be a part of his son's life at (almost) all costs. The natural result of that is going to be reluctance to do anything that tips the balance.

I think that's one of the things that make him so compelling, he's forced to make a lot of tough, meaningful decisions and there's often (but not always) no right answer. And that's really clear to see with Aoki, as you say.

(Kind of a side note, but somewhat contrary to the above, Masato may actually have existed in RGGO's timeline. There was a comment from Yokoyama or Takeuchi suggesting he's not in RGGO not because he simply "doesn't exist, but specifically because Arakawa may not have opened the right locker or may not have made it to the lockers in time. I guess the other implication would be that Masato would've been Arakawa's biological son in RGGO instead, since RGGJo would've been too young and there was no need for a switcheroo? It was just an off-hand comment, but it's interesting to think about.)

Also, loved your tags haha. It's SO funny you start off like you're going to say something crazy and then it turns out to actually be something I wanted to write about in the previous ask, but that I cut out because I couldn't make it flow. I guess it might just be the case that I'm crazy on the same wavelength?

But yes! I think a lot of the time, impressions of that aspect Jo's backstory sort of begin and end at Evil Stepdad Perpetuates Cycle Of Abuse, perhaps understandably, but there's genuinely so much that's established in both his and Arakawa's backstories that have clearly stayed with them that I'm positive your take on it is at the very least least true to the character, whether or not it's intentional.

Because like, Arakawa and Jo both came from abusive households. And they're both affected by Aoki's "parental abuse" (although Aoki doesn't know it himself, I guess he doesn't need to). But the way Arakawa has always dealt with abuse is defiance; I think the implication of one of the first scenes is that that's how he got his scar. Jo, on the other hand, has always dealt with abuse with avoidance. Running away. Brushing it under the rug, like he says he and Ikumi had done all their lives; I think that statement's fairly clearly linked to abuse and neglect.

And I think that shows both in Arakawa and Jo's respective responses to traditional authority figures and in how they choose to handle things with Aoki. Arakawa defies Aoki's plans in his own way at every turn, and he ends up getting killed for it. Jo, on the other hand, ignores it until there's nothing left to do but sever himself completely, in the same way there was nothing left to do back then but run. IT'S SO. Ugh.

Each Jo's respective role in the overall plot of their stories definitely plays a part in why they turn out different from each other the way they do; it's interesting to see how RGG decided to handle Jo's character to sort of 'adjust him' to fit better as more of a background figure than The Big Bad, and to especially see how his relationships end up is spectacular. Choosing to divide that devotion between his son and his boss in Y7 is something I'm just positively obsessed with: it's clear he joined the yakuza predominantly for Masato's sake, but the concept of Jo gradually coming to genuinely respect Arakawa as an individual opposed to someone that he just happens to have to follow after because his son's involved heightens him as a character for me (I might have to write a side piece on the psyche of Jo- there's just a bunch of aspects to him that I want to explore better and really intrigue me, but I refuse to try and squeeze any of that into this long-as-is answer lmao).

I definitely recognize Ryuji and Mine the easiest in RGGJo (Mine's influence still persists a bit in Y7 to me, if not solely for his devotion and his own version of The Knife Scene existing as The Eye Scene; though Jo's anger wasn't purely due to Arakawa's death in that scene like Mine's was due to Daigo's 'death', it was clear Arakawa's passing was a sore subject). Jo's dedication to Arakawa in RGGO really is totally reminiscent of Mine's devotion to Daigo: both willing to take drastic measures to secure the ones they idolize the spot they feel they deserve and to exterminate any opposition to that dream (if I'm remembering Mine's RGGO story right wherein he partakes in the Okinawa deal as a HUGE ploy just to secure Daigo remains chairman should he wake up, but I don't have to clarify how that didn't go as planned).

As for Nishiki, it's clear Jo borrows his 'position' in the story, just as Ichi obviously takes Kiryu's. To yoink a phrasing from another ask I got, they're 'dark parallels': though they both clearly want the best for Arakawa, they're going about it in different ways (in that sense, Y7Arakawa's line about him seeing the Arakawa Family as his 'sons' makes this situation a little funny: just two kids fighting each other for what's best for their dad lmao). It's a shame the story didn't go on any more after the Millenium fight, but I'm a little happy knowing in that I'm not missing anything (what I will scratch my head over is what RGGOMasato would've been like. I guess it's not exactly certain whether or not he survived The Locker Incident or he was just so considerably normal he wasn't worth bringing up, but regardless I'll have a ponder about it..). It'd be rad if RGG ever decided to release at least the drafts of the rest of the story one day, but I won't hold my breath.

I've peaked over at Takahashi's past roles (I didn't realize he's voiced so many characters I know omg), and I think that's a fair conclusion to come to: he repertoire combines characters with sort of 'harsh' tones to their voices/dialogue, but as you said he does benefit from having voiced some 'lighter' characters! As for Tsutsumi, I think I've made it a little clear on my blog that I've taken time to look at his past projects, and though I haven't seen all of his roles, Jo's an interesting inclusion to his list (but by no means an inappropriate fit. If I were to compare him to one of Tsutsumi's past roles, Nobunaga Oda from Honnouji Hotel is similar in being an intimidating man with a violent reputation but still having a 'soft'/deeper side). It gets more fun when I think of it: Tsutsumi, from what I can gather, is a tad renowned for playing loving fathers (whether they're perfect fathers depends on the character, but they all absolutely adore their kid/family- this might be the only time I've seen him play a father and he isn't doting on his kid, lmao). Yokoyama and Nagoshi are definitely masters at deciding who should play who and how to utilize their talents efficiently, and having prior knowledge to Tsutsumi's roles, I feel as though audience members would have been able to get a hint at Jo's whole character early on (just as RGG had capitalized on Takahashi's reputation) which I personally find to be a fun tidbit, if not just grateful that they chose such an excellent actor to play such an intricate character. Ergo, his ability to give 'deep' performances and have that sort of presence and give his character that type of atmosphere definitely helps enhance the human aspect of Jo's character.

It's a great blend into Jo's otherwise cold demeanor, and going off the idea that RGGJo was a combination of Masato and Jo, the decision to have Jo be a committed father to Masato (as much as he's allowed to be, anyhow) while Masato became the power-hungry villain (even if RGGJo's motivations were ironically centered around Arakawa succeeding moreover himself), it's somewhat of a roundabout way to have them still be connected: though they're not the same character anymore, there's that bond that keeps them stitched together that I find neat.

AND THANK YOU ABOUT MY TAGS I can't sugarcoat it, I'm not a very confident person, so I'm glad you've gleamed there's some validity to what I'm saying. And I'm glad you've expanded on not just Jo, but Arakawa's upbringing as well: though they both come from abusive homes, they do handle it differently, and I feel so blind for not even having wholly noticed it in how they react to Aoki- it's so brilliant I almost want to scream. It's a tragic irony that despite Jo resolving to not 'half-ass' things anymore and to face things head-on, to 'take responsibility', he incidentally falls back into trying to avoid the problem for as long as he can. It's poetic really, and I'm positively going to go insane over the fact.

[irrealisms]

something that i don't feel like i've seen enough posts about is the fact that. it was a joke. jack logged on as a joke because he lost a bet, intending to "take the piss". it takes maybe a few minutes for him to see the manishroom in his inventory and get genuinely emotional about it, as something he's had since the beginning of the server, as something that represents a hugely important time and series of events in his life. it's--it wasn't planned. it was just... a joke. until, suddenly, it wasn't.

and if that's not the best, most fitting end to the dream smp, i don't know what would be. o7

[tinamybeloved]

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[apopcornkernel]

if anyone else is curious, here are all the opinions from the tags so far 👀

@acediscowlng: #ngl my first reaction to this poll is that if this happened bruce would also be dead before jason got to him #we know he doesnt handle losing his children well #losing one turns him…. into a neurotic control freak who will be taking over the world #but four? (he still thinks jason is dead) and three in rapid succession? #uh. i cant imagine him handling it well. #but if he does manage to survive that #depends on how they died i guess #we know that he would be more willing to kill in the immediate aftermath of his kids death #but if given the time to stew? #uh…. i think he wouldnt kill the joker because he would hate the idea of being a hero altogether #he became batman because he wanted to be a person who could have saved his family #but he was the most batman batman could ever be and his family died anyway maybe even because he's batman #like how would he even carry on after that?

@modernoracleofdelphi: #what i want to happen; what would make sense to happen; and what would actually happen are all different answers #i think in any world where joker dies bruce cant be the one that does it. 2 is the most plausible joker dies scenario #i think the truth is somewhere between 4 6 & 7 but he tells himself 5 too when hes trying to seperate himself from his emotions #whats most likely to happen with the comic writers at the time the utrd was published is probably option 8 actually #where things are fundamentally Worse somehow. The way bruce treats jason would be darker and heavier #the worst outcome i could see being genuinely comic canon accurate is bruce slitting his throat and then putting him in arkham WITH joker #itd be framed as The Morally Rifht Decision because jason is 1) 'getting helped' & 2) where bruce cant impose his love onto him #(because its fine to love him as long as you dont have to look him in the eyes. its fine if you dont say it.) #i could also see him genuinely pitching it as protection for jason From jason. yeah he forcefully institutionalized you but jay… #cant you see he did it because he loves you? he just wants you to get better son. #Again: all of this would be posed as morally correct despite the obvious damage it would do #very clearly a Dont Come Home but also youre not allowed to leave him in any meanigful way

@fancyfade: #i think some of the no options are p much the same but anyway no #he is too stubborn to change his moral code wven if he thought it was his only option to have part of a family and not be miserable

@an-android-child: #number 6 literally number 6 #he has lost everything and it is his fault #everything he touches rots #he's been cursed since he was eight #there's no more love to give #just death

@havendance: #i think it changes nothing #but also everyone is dead and it's all his fault and his first mistake has come back to haunt him #i think if the choice Jason presented him with was different Bruce would let Jason kill him #if that's what Jason wanted

in my dream i ran a poll/hypothetical situation where dick, tim, and cass were also killed along with steph during or right after war games. which meant that in under the hood, bruce was alone for a completely different, completely involuntary reason.

anyways unrelated poll

Yes. And why shouldn’t he kill the Joker himself? His other children are all dead. Why risk losing the miracle that brought Jason back to him? He’s always wanted to kill the Joker, anyways. (And Jason will come home at last.)

Yes. He won’t kill, even now. But maybe he can lower the gun and watch Jason blow out the Joker’s brains. (Will it be enough for him to come home?)

Yes. He won’t kill and he won’t let Jason kill the Joker. But maybe he can turn a blind eye to the Red Hood as he rampages through Gotham’s criminal underworld. (Will it be enough for him to come home?)

No. The only thing he has left to live for is his code. He won’t betray his own morals. (Don’t come home.)

No. The only thing he has left to live for is Gotham. He won’t let a murderous vigilante run rampant in her streets. (Don’t come home.)

No. He was right, his own love is a death sentence. He will drive Jason to hatred, for his own safety. (Don’t come home.)

No. This changes nothing. (Don’t come home.)

[ebony-blood]

OH MY GOODNESSS I was wondering, if you can pretty please do a lost boys X reader (poly if your comfortable with it) but she’s a wallflower? Like maybe she moved to Santa Carla and she’s bullied? Maybe a sprinkle of insecurity but ends up meeting the lost boys at the boardwalk and they just. Can’t. Leave. Her. Alone? She’s their mate and she’s so flustered cause the HOTTEST guys she’s ever seen are paying attention to her? Pretty pretty please?🥹🥹🥹 I’ll love you forever

Poly! The Lost Boys x Shy! Fem! Reader

Author's notes!: I had to look up what 'Wallflower' means lol, for those who don't know, a Wallflower is basically someone who kinda hangs back during parties because they are too shy. TW: READER IS FEM!! Bullying, mentioned violence, vampire stuff, the boys being obsessed right from the start. I tried so hard not to describe Reader in this, I try to be as inclusive as I can, but if anything is mentioned it's because I'm tired lol, I'll fix it, just bring it up in the comments and I'll track it down o7. This probably sucks, I'm sorry.

You had moved to Santa Carla looking for a fresh start a few weeks ago. You weren't used to the weird styles, the smell of weed and gas that seemed to constantly cover the streets, the loud boardwalk parties, none of it. So naturally, you kept to yourself, hanging back during parties and avoiding eye contact, unfortuantely, Santa Carla was not a place people like you, shy wallflowers, were treated right. 

Some people ignored you at best, they’d glare at you when you waved or smiled at them, they’d ignore you if you asked questions, they avoided you. But a lot of people were downright cruel to you. They mocked you at parties, some openly tried to take things from you or would push you around. People were never openly violent with you, at first, but after a few weeks they started getting more violent, pushing you around and screaming in your face. It was mostly the people who were either on drugs or drunk. It was mostly the men and their girlfriends who were openly hostile and mean to you. You wished you’d never moved to this place, it was gross, the people were indifferent at best and downright cruel at worst, and you missed people you knew in your past. You wish you weren’t like you were, so quiet and shy. Hell, it had been years since you could look in the mirror and see someone you didn’t view as hideous looking back at you, but Santa Carla made it so much worse.

It was yet another late night in Santa Carla. Another night of wandering the boardwalk while you tried to avoid the harassment you got from people. You weren’t surprised every time you were shoved aside, or shouted at by a familiar group. Honestly, you didn’t wanna deal with that tonight, you wanted to walk around, maybe go see whoever was playing a show that night and see if they were actually good, and then head back to your apartment, but it seemed whatever form of fate you believed in had a different idea, because the group just wouldn’t leave you alone, shouting random shit, from ‘Weirdo’ to one girl just straight up calling you ugly. You were fighting back tears.Why the hell were people so needlessly cruel? Whatever, it’s nothing new. 

You stopped by some area where people on the beach park their bikes. You took the biggest breath you possibly could when you realized your tormenters weren’t following you anymore, so you could finally breath. 

That was until you heard voices, four guys, you guessed. You looked in their direction and, for the first time since moving to Santa Carla, you got that butterfly feeling in your gut. That wasn’t a thing you had felt since high school. You swore the bullies you faced then laughed the feeling out of you, but these four seemed to knock the breath you had just taken out of you. Damn, they were hot. Three of the four men were blonde, one had curly hair, one had fluffy hair, and the third guy had a haircut that kind of reminded you of Billy Idol, he was smoking a cigarette. And then there was the one that seemed to be trailing behind, observing people around them while the other three, mostly the ones with curly hair and fluffy hair, laughed and joked. The fourth guy had long, dark brown hair. You stared for a minute longer before snapping yourself out of whatever daze you had been in. 

They had stopped walking, they were staring right at you, and you immediately prepared your apology in your head. Quietly standing up, and then one of the four, the fluffy-haired one, said something you assumed wasn’t meant to be said out loud.

“Holy shit, Marko, she’s hot.” 

You looked over at the four, confused, the man was immediately smacked across the back of the head by the one with the cigarette.

“Don’t say shit like that out loud, dumbass.”

You were staring at the four, your face suddenly warming up at the idea that they were talking about you. You figured it was a stupid thought, there were other hot girls around the boardwalk, why would any of these four think you were hot? Then, the one with the cigarette cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that, doll. Paul can’t seem to keep his mouth shut around pretty girls.” He said, glaring back at the one with fluffy hair, you assumed he was Paul.

The one with curly hair snickered a bit and looked over at Paul, before the one with the cigarette spoke up again, he quickly shut up then.

“I’m David, The guy behind me is Dwayne, and those two are Paul and Marko.” He said

You nodded softly, even their names were hot, what the hell? David and the other three were staring at you with a confusing amount of attention. 

Paul had an almost immediately obsessed or enamored look in his eyes, like you were just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, Marko also looked absolutely in love with you already, both had the same look in their eyes, the other two, Dwayne and David didn’t seem in love, if they were, they were hiding it well enough. 

“So, where ya off to, sweets?” Paul said, giving you a soft grin.

“Oh, I was about to head home,” You reply, and they all suddenly seem to perk up a bit.

“Oh, really? Well, maybe, instead of that, you could come and hang out with me and the guys?” David asked, motioning to their bikes. 

Something about these four felt…supernatural. They carried themselves with such confidence, and something unseen seemed to be pulling you to them. You thought for a minute. Was it a good idea? Maybe not. It felt too good to be true, four hot boys, paying attention to you? They stared, waiting for your answer. Against your better judgment, you made your choice.

“Sure, I don’t see why I couldn’t.” 

Paul and Marko got visibly excited. Paul grabbed your hand quickly and led you over to their bikes, the other three following behind him, laughing at Paul’s excitement. You were carefully put on the back of one of their bikes and David got on in front of you, looking back at you when you wrap your arms around him.

“Hold on tight, alright?” 

You could only nod before the four sped off, David following behind the more rambunctious two, with Dwayne behind him. 

At the time you didn’t know it, but come the end of the next week, you’d be theirs, and you’d have no complaints about it.

This got so long lol.

Sorry it ended like it did, it's 4 am here and I'd dying.

more coming tomorrow <333

[acerathia]

under the candlelight || Qi Yu | Rafayel

Summary:

There is only but one candle left, one candle and him. And he was much brighter and hotter than any flame could ever be.

Wordcount: 1.7k

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Pairing:

Qi Yu | Rafayel / f!Reader | MC

Tags/CW:

Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI! pwp/nsfw, spoilers for 'Gem Affection', making out, literally so many kisses, and bites, vaginal fingering, piv, confessional sex bc man, lowkey fluff dkfjsdlkf, extremly self-indulgent o7

Note:

his new memory drives me insane, and i desperately needed to lick that juice off!!!

The light is dim. Rafayel has easily extinguished most candles with a simple flick of his wrist. Only one remains, lighting the distance between you two. This was supposed to be a facade, a fabricated situation to eradicate any lingering attention from outside. A soft push, your fingers tangling into the jewelry framing his torso, accentuating his body and each movement of his muscles. The heat of his skin, something much more warmer than any average person, seeps into your fingertips at the simplest of touches.

Your concentration is waning, your mind intent on only thinking about him, and him alone, keen on ignoring all outsiders and their unrelenting eavesdropping. Yet, you don’t. Rather, you begin to slowly pull away, rotating your head slightly towards the door to get a better chance to hear the ongoings outside.

Silence.

Unsure if you had succeeded in your repulsion tactic, you decide to get closer to the door to make sure. But before you could even move accordingly, Rafayel has grabbed you, pulling you much closer, your bodies connecting as you end up straddling him.

You feel the heat of your own body rise, yet you don’t pull away. You simply put your arms around his shoulders, looking down on him. Meeting his eyes, there’s something swimming in them, an inexplicable emotion darkening his gaze. You can’t help but let your eyes flick towards his slightly open mouth, plush lips soft under the candle light, inviting you to take a taste, to share the same breath.

You hesitate.

Noticing the state of your mind, a whirlwind he’s all too familiar with, he begins to speak. His voice rough and terse, so much different than the lighthearted tone he always takes on.

“Will you indulge me?”, he whispers against your skin, before his lips meet the soft junction between your jaw and your throat.

This touch draws a gasp out of you, your breath leaving you all to willingly. And his touch ignites something in you, something you’re not ready to explore yet. So, you look for a distraction, if even for a moment to allow you to sort your own mind.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice the gleam of the fruits, akin to jewelry under the flicker of the candle. With a small movement, the hand closest to it carefully picks one of the small fruits, guiding it towards his oh-so-tempting lips.

He looks up to you, eyelashes fluttering, but he doesn’t reject you, rather he leans closer to the fruit, taking a small nibble out of it. The juice sticks to his lips and you feel the need to lick it off for him, the need to get much closer to him than you are right now.

His breath grazes your wrist at the same moment his hand grabs it, guiding your skin to his lips. But instead of placing a soft kiss, his tongue darts out, picking up the drops of juice sticking to your skin. Your hand trembles and in a moment of weakness the fruit slips out of your grasp, only to roll down over his body.

“Oh, Your Highness, you will help me, yeah?”, his teeth scrape against your pulse point, and he must realize how fast your heart is beating for him, due to him. At the same time, you refuse to let him fluster you one-sidedly.

So, you lean closer to him, but instead of meeting him in a kiss, to taste him and the fruit, your lips tint the front of his throat with warmth. You keep traveling down, peppering small kisses over his clavicles and shoulders, teasing his nipples with nibbles, until the moment the trail left behind by the fruit starts. Slowly you begin to lick the juice off, lapping your tongue against his skin, and you feel him shiver against your touch, panting each time you suck and bite. Following the trail, you work your way lower and lower, until the fruit lays right in front of you, sitting in the dip of his hips.

You look up and despite the sparse light, you recognize the flush coating his face and neck. Yet, the most burning thing are his eyes, locked onto your figure, following your every move with uneven breath. Your eyes meet and you keep the contact as you slowly guide your tongue towards the fruit, nudging it and grazing his skin. The consequent shiver only spurs you to press your tongue against his v-line, before carefully picking up the fruit with your lips.

With your little spoil resting in your mouth, you consider going lower, hands already trailing the soft, silky material of his pants. The shadows only accentuate his situation, as he strains against the fabric, and the simple outline of his desire makes you only feel the need for him so much more intensely. Your fingertips hover over him, but before you could outright touch him, a hand grabs you, pulling you back up to him. And once again you end up straddling him. But this time it’s different, as you can feel the bulge press against you, making your insides squirm and heat up.

This position doesn’t last long, as Rafayel presses you into the bed, face hovering over yours.

“My turn, my dear,” he murmurs before dipping in to take your lips in. The fruit pops at the pressure of his tongue against yours, and the sour sweetness mixes with his taste, making you only crave more and more.

Thus, you tilt your head to deepen the kiss and grab his hair carefully to pull him in infinitely closer. For a moment, you forget where you start and where he ends, all tongue, saliva, teeth, and his taste dripping down your throat.

His hand touches your bare skin, drawing pattern over your waist, your hips, only to tug the fabric covering you low enough to expose you. You barely have time to register the change, before his long fingers dip into you, sliding into your folds, pressing against your sweet spot.

A moan escapes you, and you squirm underneath his touch. His lips have left you only to kiss your throat, latching onto the base of your breasts, slowly making his way to your nipples.

Meanwhile, his fingers work you, slowly pressing and moving in a rhythm which makes you yearn for more, as Rafayel still has to truly do more than stimulate you. Yet, you want more. The image of his slender, elegant fingers entering you ignites the heat in your lower region, and you feel as you soak his fingers.

“Rafayel, please…”, you whimper, as you try to move your hips in an attempt to seek more touch with him, in an attempt to persuade him.

He kisses the sensitive underside of your boob with a rough chuckle. “Oh, do you need me that badly? Then, should I be a good boy and give you what you desire?”

Furiously nodding, you grasp his shoulders.

“Now, you need to use your words, Your Highness,” despite his words, he slowly makes his way back up to you, even if his fingers were still moving between your folds at an agonizing pace.

“Y-Yes, please,” you burrow your face into the juncture between his shoulders and neck. At the same time, you wrap a leg around his hip, pressing you closer to him, to feel his own desire against yours, even if it’s barely a touch.

Only after hearing those words does he retract his hand, only to drag his tongue over his fingers, the ones glistening with your need for him, and you think you feel him throbbing through his pants. Even if the lack of contact makes you ache, you feel some sort of relief as he sinks closer to you, hips against hips, fabric soaking you in, indirectly conjoining you despite the flimsy barrier between you.

A sigh mingles with his breath as he kisses you over and over again, holding your lips captive between his. A faint rustle, and you can feel his heat much more prominent against your skin. But you barely get the chance to glance at it, much less admire it, as Rafayel keeps kissing you over and over again, not allowing you to catch your breath between them and his sweet nothings.

Until he stops in his tracks. This time, you’re the one not allowing him to act on his thoughts, as you give him a smile. “I love you.”

His breath gets caught in his chest, before plunging in for another kiss, whispering ‘I love you’ against your lips over and over again. Rafayel doesn’t stop kissing you, even as he slowly allows himself to sink into you, to stretch you to fully take him. So, you pant into his mouth, your noises getting swallowed by him as he returns them.

After he’s fully in you, you both just take your time, time to adjust, to enjoy the intimacy and closeness of this position, being as close as humanly possible. His hands find yours, fingers intertwining as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. You both simply breathe and take it in and feel the heartbeat of the other.

Only when you begin to shift, pressing even closer to him, does he begin to move, pacing himself slowly, his strokes careful and measured, much like he’s painting a mural out of your emotions and every gasp and moan escaping out of you.

He keeps panting your name, declarations of love and desire, kissing every single spot he can find. His lips meet your shoulders, clavicle, throat, only to tenderly kiss your eyelids, your forehead. Rafayel nuzzles his face against yours as his want takes over and the pace speeds up. His hands grab your hips to lift you slightly above the bed, making sure to hit every spot you ever desire. Freeing one of his hands, he lets his fingers wander over your sensitive folds once again, every movement in sync with each other.

With his deep knowledge of you, it doesn’t take long for you to tip over the edge, dragging him along with you.

After you both get down from your high, he continues to stay in you, to stay connected to you, as he lets his weight fall onto you. A breathless giggle escapes you, as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the softness of his hair.

Between the continued confessions of love and desire, the single candle flickers, shining bright like a tiny star looking down on you, almost like it’s recording the absolution and conviction between you.

[14dayswithyou]

I've read the rules o7!!! kind of a random question but do you think redacted could ever be completely himself again after acting like ren for so long? let's think of a situation where they spend most of his time being ren bc of angel, you'd think it would end up affecting his real self too 🤔 just curious about how they'd deal with that

✦゜ANSWERED: Honestly? I don't think so. Ren is more than willing to abandon his real self and become what Angel prefers in a heartbeat... And it's not like he'd miss his true self in the first place. He's happy to be "Ren" for as long as Angel is interested in it — even if that means for the rest of eternity.

Canonically, he still reverts to his real self in the game (whenever he's alone), but over time, he'll slowly ease into his Ren persona until it becomes his new identity entirely. I mean, he's already eating strawberry cake and wearing contacts without being prompted... I'm sure it'll reach a point where he'll start drinking tea over coffee and wearing soft academia over borderline visial kei lmao

[fionnaskyborn]

i was actually cooking with gas with this one ngl. world's most normal and least traumatized twenty-six-year-old's grand return

oh wait no i am actually not going to bed just yet hang on

[midnight-mourning]

Sweet Nothings. (Sun & Moon x Reader Drabble)

Requested By: @hazelthebat

Word Count: 445

Summary: Apparently your day-to-day has become so monotonous that you're only just realizing how deep in you really are. Whoops.

Note: You asked for kisses, I provide kisses, all in a day's work o7 Technically canon to CS but when/where in the timeline you may ask?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It had been so subtle, so routine. You’d almost wondered if you’d imagined it when it happened.

You were dropping off Gabe, and when you’d went to say goodbye, Sun had bent down for a quick kiss. Which you’d obliged of course, common courtesy and all that, but when you were walking out you’d realized what you’d done.

Not wanting to ruin your own day, you brought it up later when you were picking your brother up again.

"What was that this morning?" You question as the attendant hands the baby over to you.

Again, you share a goodbye kiss, "What was what?"

You blink, "That, just now."

"Don’t be ridiculous," Sun scoffs, "If my affection isn’t satisfactory you should have just said so."

It seemed, that Sun found your comments so offensive that you weren’t allowed to leave the Daycare until you 'approved' of his efforts. Which after the third, breath-taking, passion-filled, borderline inappropriate for a public space kiss, you gave a shaky thumbs up so you could be on your way.

When you came in for your second shift that evening, all you could do was stare at your screen, not getting any work done at all.

"Am I going crazy?" You ask into the darkened room. Last you checked Moon was gone-

Oh no, there he is, directly in front of your face.

His eyes crinkle upward, swinging forward just slightly to knock his smile against your forehead, "I’m afraid you’ve been crazy, Andromeda. It’s terminal. No cure. Unfortunate, really."

It occurs to you after the fact that while he speaks Moon continues to kiss you. On your cheek, on your nose, your lips-several times-on your other cheek, with each punctuating a different comment.

"Now this is just getting ridiculous," You huff.

He tilts his head, silently questioning you.

"I hope you’re both paying attention," You grip Moon’s faceplate with both hands, "This is how you kiss someone."

You open your eyes to the dark ceiling of your bedroom. You squint, trying to remember beyond the base details of your dream. 

No such luck.

You roll over, grabbing your phone to send a message to the subjects of your, strange, dreams. While doing so you fail to realize it is 3:30 in the morning and what you want to say isn't what you end up sending. 

'Thoughts on lips???'

'Gross.'

'Squishy'

You stare at the screen, flicking between the sets of messages. Then, when satisfied, give a small nod, drop your phone back on your nightstand and fall promptly back to sleep. 

You had work in the morning, after all. No time to wonder about what that meant.

If anything at all.

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Little does Y/N know they just witnessed their future. i kid, I kid (OR AM I), I am, (OR AM I)

If you liked this and the other drabbles I've done so far, you could check out Confused Spirit on Ao3 (if you haven't already). You could also participate in this poll/celebration and vote for more writing things. Or don't I don't mind either way ^-^ Anyway, thanks for reading!!