#verses incoming eventually

[ryescapades]

hello rye! <3 congratulations on reaching 1k followers, you deserve all of them & so much more // i've read all your works, and i can't express in words how amazing of a writer you are ☘︎

for your milestone event can i request:

rin itoshi + sfw + "hey, look at me"

thank you & i wish you the best of lucks on midterms + finals :3c

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prompt: 17 - “hey, look at me.” characters: itoshi rin (bllk) x f!reader contents: comfort/fluff, reader gets bothered by some sleazy guys erm wc ~ 1k

a/n: ruruuu my beloved i uhh dunno what to think of this personally but i hope it’s better for u than it is for me shsdfdfk and thankyou sm for participating and the kind words ilyy !! <3 (not proofread!)

your date has been going so well today.

you had planned this so long ago, wanting to go to the aquarium with rin. it’s been quite a while since you’ve had some alone time with him, considering how busy he is with soccer so it’s only right that he’d wanted to spend the whole day and more with the one he treasures the most.

the aquarium itself was a blast; you had fun learning about and looking at all the beautiful sea creatures, though rin would argue that there’s entirely something— or someone— else that was worthy of being labeled as the embodiment of beauty itself.

he would never say that out loud, of course.

the aquarium aside, the rest of the day went by pretty leisurely. after getting yourselves some matching trinkets (you think that the faint blush brushing his cheeks when he holds the dainty ornament in his hands is the loveliest, most incredible sight you’ve ever seen), the two of you decided to check out the new ramen place downtown, catch up a little bit over lunch (you did all the talking, unsurprisingly) before ending up taking a stroll in the park nearby.

everything’s turning out wonderful, until it was not.

while the two of you were preoccupied in your own little bubble, a few wandering tourists had interrupted you to ask for some help. the both of you knew that giving some mere instructions would be too vague, so you had convinced him that you didn’t mind waiting as he showed them the way instead as he was more versed in their language. rin wanted to dispute, not wanting to leave you alone even just for a second, let alone 3 minutes, though he begrudgingly obliged after one look of assurance from you.

the world would’ve been a better place if some people knew how to keep their hands to themselves and mind their own business, really.

all the while you’re waiting for rin to come back, you catch sight of a couple guys standing just a few feet away, their leering eyes hooked on you as their faces spell nothing but trouble. you try not to visibly grimace, turning away from them as you start chanting in your head for your boyfriend to return quickly and wish that by some miracle he could feel your (hopefully) telepathic distress.

you’d wanted to walk away but unfortunately for you, you don’t get far as a few seconds later, a bold finger taps on your shoulder to gain your attention. turning around, you feel your body tense at the men suddenly looming over you with a grin looking oh so sweetly on each of their faces.

“hey, you alone here, sweetheart?” you resist the urge to visibly roll your eyes at the petname. with a reluctant smile, you shake your head at them before starting to walk off. “i’m heading somewhere else, sorry.”

persistent like a parasite with the intent to make your life worse, they fall into steps behind you. you’re feeling the urge to curse at the inconvenience of the part of the city you’re currently at, reprimanding yourself for waiting at such an isolated place. “here with your friends? or family?” one of them presses, and your heartbeat rises as they begin to get closer.

“boyfriend, excuse you,” you huff quietly under your breath, wanting to lose yourself in the incoming crowd as you anxiously walk faster. you would’ve been fine with tolerating them until they’d eventually get bored of your lack of enthusiasm, if not for the slimy hand that suddenly extends out to harshly grasp yours from behind, triggering your fight or flight response as your heart goes plummeting down to your stomach in dread.

“oh, come on! we just wanted to–” the scream that has bubbled up in your throat doesn’t get to escape, however, when another figure comes barreling towards the man, a raged hand reaching up to fist at the latter’s collar. your wrist is then freed, and you gingerly rub at the skin as if to wipe away the foreign touch.

“she’s clearly not interested, you bastard.” your boyfriend’s gravely tone enters your ears, and you’d almost cried out in relief at his appearance. there was a dangerous and deathly lilt to his voice, and something about it makes you shiver for some unknown reason.

you initially don’t have any clue as to how badly affected rin is by the situation with how he has his back towards you but the way rin’s grip on the stranger’s shirt tightens, proven by the flexing and slight quivering of his arm. not to mention you can hear the man’s audible gulp, so you know it’s not a pretty sight.

“w-whoa, sorry, man. we were just…” the other guy trails off, and you had almost sympathized with how genuinely terrified they look but it’s really not worth the effort to cause such a commotion here so you try to get him to calm down. “rin,” you call out, tugging slightly at the hem of his shirt.

you can see him tensing at your voice for a few moments, then with as much reluctance as he can muster, the striker roughly shoves the man away before backing up slightly to hide you behind him, and they both immediately scurry off into the distance. rin doesn’t take his eyes away from the two, fists clenching and teal orbs sharpening like daggers as if to make sure those jerks are undoubtedly not coming back.

your heart squeezes at this whole ordeal. soothingly sliding your hand down the length of rin’s arm, you languidly take his hand to unfurl the whitening knuckles by weaving your fingers with his. “rin,” you press, reaching up to turn the side of his face towards you. “hey, look at me.”

your boyfriend snaps his head towards you then, tension leaving his body when his eyes land on you. he doesn’t protest when you pull him down by the back of his neck, bumping your forehead against his with a gentle thump, a silly method you’d picked up whenever there is a need to ‘knock’ some sense into him.

because the only way for itoshi rin to simmer down and regain his control is exactly that; having you close to him in whatever way possible.

“i’m here, baby. i’m okay,” you mumble against the shared space between your mouths, and rin doesn’t resist the magnetic pull as he pecks your lips once before planting another one on your forehead. “should’ve brought you along,” he mumbles, exhaling warmly against your skin.

you let out a chuckle, “hm, you’re right…” you feignedly ponder, pulling your intertwined hands together as the two of you start walking again, “though as much as i am thankful, you do look quite hot there getting all mad. and cute too, i guess. like an angry kitty, you know?” you quip, glancing at him with a small teasing smile.

a tinge of pink dusts the apple of his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing in slight offense. “am not,” rin grumbles.

“are so,” you counter, lightly bumping your shoulder against his side.

“... am not,” he bumps back.

“angry rinnie.”

“shut up.”

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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [4/...]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

"I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die, I think my body's falling in pieces, I think my blood is passing me by."

— Mitski, "Brand New City"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, Buggy is a lonely asshole, "Cross-Hairs"/reader is a lonely asshole too, flashbacks, semi-canon divergence, Reader is strong AF, a mixture of both the Reader's and Buggy's POVs, angst

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than usual with only 2.2k words... Sorry.

Taglist:@kurinhimenezu, @carpinchootaku, @ay0nha, @teh-vampire-bunny, @lokiscure, @internationalsuper-spy, @detectivesparrow (If you want to be tagged for this story, just send me a message or leave a comment :))

You’re like a savage beast when you’re fighting, Buggy admits to himself in awe as he watches you tear through your opponents one by one with substantially more strength than anyone thought your body capable of.

But Buggy's not just anybody. He's always known that your body is of a special sort, an Iron Maiden encompassed by skin, flesh, veins, arteries, and ligaments; capable of bringing ruin to anyone and anything if only you have reason enough. Chains can't hold you, nor can any power on this earth.

He relishes in it.

You have your sword and your pistol both disposable at the belt on your hip, but you seem to have no interest in wielding them for the battle. No, your body is a weapon on its own; a blade cutting through people like grass straws on a narrow field.

It’s during times like these — when he gets to watch your strength from the front rows — that he wonders whether you’ve eaten a Devil Fruit of your own at some point, but that can't be. He’s seen you swim.

You, him, and Shanks had been simply traveling through the town where the Oro Jackson was docked, minding your own business when a group of rival pirates suddenly ambushed you. Thinking they easily could kidnap the apprentices of the famous Gol D. Roger and demand ransom, the shidiots would quickly come to realize that they made a mistake.

A very costly one at that. One they will be sure not to repeat.

Whereas he and Shanks stand partnered together against a few of the rival group, you are holding your own quite well from the other side of the fight. He swears he saw one of the men flying over him at some point, though it might’ve just been a trick of the adrenaline.

Kicking one of the larger pirates straight in the balls with his lower body severed from the rest, he turns his upper body to catch a glimpse of you in case you need help.

What he sees instead is a flash of the sun reflecting in your eyes as you pounce at your prey, casting a yellow line in the air that reminds him of lightning about to strike the ground. Everything around him seems to cease mid-motion save for you. There is no fighting going on, no shouting, no Shanks telling him to take cover from an incoming blow.

All he sees is you, and all he hears is his own voice telling him: "Gods, you’re fucking marvelous."

The last thing he hears is Shanks shouting his name before the world begins to darken around him, and the last thing he sees is lightning making its way toward him, destroying everything in its path to get to him.

He wonders drowsily if it's going to strike him too.

———

The fight that ensues reminds you of the battles you partook in during your years as Captain. The chaos in it all. The carnage. The general inability to think properly as you fight. Of course, your opponents back then lacked Buggy's uncanny ability to split up into multiple parts while still alive, but it doesn't stop you. 

Nothing on this earth can.

Blades are thrown, skin is cut, and by the time you get close enough to reach him, a number of props have scattered to pieces in the midst of your warfare. It seems like an endless battle trying to defeat him, just get him to fucking stay still.

Just as you reach for Buggy's chest with your nails reached out to claw at his vest, his midsection separates and all you're left with is air. Just empty air.

He cackles as he puts himself back a few good feet from where you're standing. "C'mon! Put your back into it! It's like you're not even tryin—!"

In a flash, your face is hairsbreadths away from his, and it feels like everything around him stops. 

At that moment, he realizes that the golden color of the sun has not left your eyes. Only to find that, upon closer inspection, it's not the color of the sun that he's met with.

It's thunder, and it strikes hard.

Before he has the chance to blink, the next thing he knows is the feeling of a boulder being pushed against his stomach. Not a sound leaves his throat save for a guttural groan, and he finds himself on the ground before he knows it with stars adorning the edges of his vision.

Gods, he thinks while in a state of both pain and exhausted satisfaction, your face a blurred canvas in his eyes. You’re so fucking marvelous.

By the time Nami and Zoro debut to join the battle, you have already pinned Buggy to the ground with your legs planted firmly on each side of his hips, and a bruising grip around his neck as you press your forearm down onto it. Not enough to cut his flow of oxygen, but enough so that he doesn't have the capacity to move unless he splits.

His face, the very same face you used to paint when you were younger, looks up at you with nothing short of manic glee. He doesn't even divide himself up to get free this time. It's almost like merely connecting to him, even during an act of violence such as this, is enough to keep him entertained. Happy, you dare think.

You find those sea-blue eyes looking up at you, and before you try and strike the finishing blow, you hesitate. You fuckinghesitate, because when it all comes down to it, you can't find it in yourself to kill him. 

The legendary Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates, the executioner of a thousand marines and other pirates, can't kill something this time.

You can't kill him. You can't kill those ocean-blue eyes, even when your body yearns to see through with what you promised. You always stick to your promises, but for the first time in forever, you don't. You can't. 

Not him.

Never him.

Meanwhile, Buggy can't help examining you like you're the most fascinating creature he's ever laid his eyes on, because you are. Even after all this time, he's still as drawn to the fire in your eyes that as he was all those years ago. It's a feeling he can never hope to extinguish.

Nor does he want to.

Being the jester that he is, however, he takes the moment to his advantage. This one, vulnerable moment. It's not out of pettiness, but survival. Nothing personal.

He separates his femur and exploits the momentum to knock you off him. He can tell you're surprised as you position yourself on your knees and hands, yet it only takes you a ghost of a moment to recover.

The fire is back in your eyes, a thousand times brighter this time, and the fight continues. 

Now, neither of you holds back, and he becomes first-hand acquainted with just how ruthless truly you can be. When there is nothing keeping you down.

Truth be told, it excites him. Very much so. 

He has the Bounty Hunter and the Tangerine-haired girl hot on his tail, but he hardly provides them a medium of his attention. You're the only thing he can't take his eyes off.

"NAMI! THE CRATES!"

And that's where the entire play gradually comes to an end. Maybe it's what pisses him off the most?

You stalk after his separated body parts like a hunter after a flock of deer, throwing them into the crates as the rest of your companions follow suit. Whereas Nami and Zoro are strategic with their actions, complementing each other, you're acting on pure, unadulterated wrath. 

You do not have Luffy's stretchy capabilities, Zoro's precision, or Nami's diligence. 

What you have is something far, far deadlier.

It's twenty years of pent-up heartache.

Catching pieces of him is much easier than catching all of him.

This is what it's come to, with you and him fighting; with you and him having different goals. It's not the future you envisioned for yourself at all. In fact, it's the exact opposite. If you knew then what you know now, you would've ... 

Once, it was you and him together against the rest of the world. Now, it's you against him, against the rest of the world.

You can feel your eyes threaten to sting as you catch his femur and throw it in an open box that promptly shuts, but like with everything else, you push it down. You push it until all that remains is the vague ache. 

It doesn't matter, you tell yourself. This is what it will stay like. 

In the end, all of his body parts save for his head, hands, and feet are spared from the confinement of the containers, and when he melds them together to a pathetically small version of his usual self, you can't help but address the irony of the situation.

"What have you done to me?!" Buggy cries.

Luffy grins as he caresses his beloved hat, having suffered the most injuries. "Cut you down to size."

Buggy looks as small as you felt that day. Helpless. Pathetic. Reduced to almost nothing.

Still, it's not a moment that brings you any happiness. Not any victory, or satisfaction. You don't even have the urge to gloat. 

All it brings you, as you tower over him from the side, is nothingness. 

You're tempted to kick him, and you almost do. You take a step closer to him, a river of anger rushing through your veins. With nowhere else to go, it circles.

"The One Piece will never be yours!" Buggy yells and flaps his hands, too focused on Luffy to notice you calmly stalking toward him from the dark. "You're just a sad, lonely little boy, wearing another man's hat!" 

It’s Shanks’s hat, you want to scream. Our friend’s hat. Don’t you remember?

Luffy's words don't register with you as you kneel in front of the shortened clown, nor do Nami's questions or Zoro's inquisitive eyes. It all tunes out into the background as you raise your hand slowly to Buggy, and you think about how easy it will be. It will be so easy to end it now. He's weak, he's practically defenseless. There's nothing to stop you now.

Buggy simply stares when he notices you, his mouth slightly parted in what you can only perceive as surprise and ... disbelief? You take one final look at his face, the same face you used to paint long ago, and you briefly wonder how many layers of white, red, and blue separate this one from the touches you applied years ago. 

Is there still some residue left? Any fingerprint? Does anything from you still linger with him, or did he try to scrub your touches off his face the same way he tried to scrub you from his life altogether?

Buggy is completely still as your outstretched fingers close in on him, and he thinks that this is it. Now's the moment when you will make good on your threats, where you'll finally kill him. Truth be told, it's a less-than-satisfactory way to go, but surprisingly enough, it doesn't bother him half as much as he expected it would.

Maybe it's because, after all this time, it's still you until the end? You and him, like it was always meant to be.

He closes his eyes with a sigh and finds that the edge of his lip tilts a little up. "Go for it," he says, awaiting the moment when your calloused fingers grip him. He can anticipate your nails clawing at his scalp, tearing the skin of his cranium, digging until there is nothing left to tear at.

Devil Fruit or not, you're the only one he'll let end him like this.

Except, you don't.

All he feels are your fingertips gently grazing the sides of his cheek, so uncharacteristically soft against his thin stubbles that he could've mistaken it for air brushing his face.

The same hands he knows capable of such great feats of violence and brutality, the same ones who had just fought against him with enough strength to match a beast, are touching him like he's made of glass. 

He snaps his eyes open, and when he meets your gaze, he's surprised to find them ... empty. Hollow. 

The sun is gone, and so is the thunder. Now, there are only clouds in his view.

"Goodbye, Buggy." Your voice is so tranquil that he strains to hear it, and before he gets to, you stand up again and turn your back to him. "He's all yours, Luffy."

No, no! He tries to walk up to you, but his shortened sature won't let him. Don't look away, not yet! Look at me! If only to keep your fucking promise! Just fucking pleas—Please just look at me again!

"GUM-GUM—!"

"No, no, no!" Buggy, for the first time in his life, begs as the kid stretches his arms backward. Not like this. Not yet. He tries to search for you, only to discover that you've already left the circus tent. "Wait, wait, wait! Just wait!"

"— BAZOOKA!"

[syndrossi]

Halloween trick-or-treat prompts masterlist

For my own personal tracking, a semi-up-to-date list of the prompts and whether they've been filled for eventual treating on Halloween! Feel free to chime in in the replies with ones you'd particularly like to see filled if it's not getting love. I kinda picked the first one in the list and will otherwise do them as fancy strikes me.

Eventually I'll probably link these to their actual fills once published on Halloween.

What is trick-or-treat?

It's basically me sourcing a bunch of prompts for short fills (likely around 100-500 words apiece) in the Resonant 'verse that I can give out on Halloween as "treats" when people send me a "trick" ask!

Note that it's highly unlikely that I'll get to all of them, since there are over 60 of them, and I probably won't do more than 1 a day. Bold = complete, bold italics = up next.

Original post with prompts if anyone wants to comb through the replies to read the "fuller" prompts.

Missing Scenes

Caraxes POV of growing fond of the hatchlings

Laenor + Rhaenys + V boys discussing twins

Viserys POV of learning of boys

Random person's POV of the court discovering Rhea's treason/Daemon has trueborn twin sons

Erryk, Arryk or Harold's POV/thoughts on Jon and Rhaegar

Ser Willam's POV/thoughts on anything at all

Laenor POV when he found out about Daemon's twins

Laena's POV on being told that her betrothal is over and a match with Daemon might be incoming

Aemond’s POV about the twins, seeing his perspective of how wonderful Rhaegar is and his slow dawning resentment of Jon

More courtier reactions to Daemon and the boys

Jeyne’s reaction to Rheas confession and the arrival of Otto to the Vale

Ser Perkins' POV during the time the boys were "reborn"

Watercooler discussion of Daemon’s prodigy children

Alternate POVs of Canon Scenes

Caraxes POV of meeting the boys

Viserys POV of debrief scene

Rhaegar POV of first waking up/meeting Jon

Viserys POV when the twins take him to task and he’s left alone with the crown

The kidnappers’ POV 🚧

Rhaegar's POV when Jon gave him the bracelet

POV of Aegon/Aemond on the new family members

Ser Kelwyn arriving at the keep or POV on Daemon and the twins

Rhaegar from Daemon's vision reacting to him in his final moments

Halloween-themed Prompts

Qelebrys + apple cider round 2

Shadow + discovering a pumpkin

Twins + hatchlings + piles of colorful leaves

Cousins telling scary stories around a candle in the dark

Jon&Rhaegar discovering an old spooky room lost in the tunnels

Daemon + kids who swear they are not scared but also who can't seem to sleep because of Things That Go Bump In The Night

Rhaegar + singing and/or harp playing (bonus: if it's a ~haunting melody~)

Shadow (and Qelebrys) meeting a stray black cat

Jon and Rhaegar dressing up as Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk, bonus points if they convince Cargyll twins to play along

Jon and Rhaegar going to a costume party as Caraxes and Vhagar to echo Aemon and Baelon

Daemon dreams of Aemon and Baelon meeting the boys

What-ifs

What if Rhea didn't die?

What if Rhaegar was also 19 when the twins get Summerhalled?

What if Jon and Rhaegar’s pre-Summerhall ages were flipped?

Reversal!AU: Daemon's reaction to suddenly having eight-year-old twin little girls

What if the twins were born right after Rhea and Daemon's wedding? plus bonus Jaehaerys POV/reaction

What if Ghost is reborn in the Resonant 'verse and finds Jon?

What if the boys wake up at age 5 and Daemon finds them earlier?

Miscellaneous Prompts

Rhaenys rescues twins from Otto

Jon&Rhaegar + dancing

New Otto POV in which he schemes and/or thinks about how smart and gifted and annoyingly perfect Daemon's children are

Daemon POV wherein he thinks about how smart and gifted and perfect his babies are

Candle's POV on being dropped to the bottom of the ocean where it can only watch the fishes

Jon having another Little Lord Commander moment and/or punching someone who deserves it

Jon + Jace/Luke/Joffrey playing with his new wooden ship toys

Viserys + Jace/Luke besieging him with requests for Vermax/Arrax to be allowed in the Red Keep too

Jon + Rhaegar + Daemon + hugs, tears and manipulation tactics for nefarious purposes

Jon + getting his hair braided

Jon and/or Rhaegar getting sick + Daemon being traumatized by every sneeze/cough/etc

Jon + Rhaegar introducing Jace/Luke to the words "stick 'em with the pointy end"

Rhaegar + Alicent or Daemon with harp playing/singing

The boys foiling someone’s attempts to flirt with Daemon

Some funny scene related to Daemon's marriage hunt

A scene from Jon/Rhaegar's past lives, people reacting to their disappearance

POV of someone from the Kingsguard watching the children play 

Helaena, Jon and Rhaegar interactions? She deserves to have a twirl around the ballroom or play with the hatchlings again.

Someone “joking” that Otto is besotted with Daemon the way he keeps talking about him

Another sleepover? Daemon and/or Rhaegar catching Jon trying to get up early and just squishing him

Daemon learning what the twins gave each other for their last name day

Sassy and manipulative Rhaegar scene (destroying Viserys or random courtier)

Rhaegar singing to a larger audience and the reactions people give

Jon biting someone who’s keeping him and Rhaegar from their dad, bonus points if it’s a TG member

POV of someone thinking how similar the twins are to their father

Daemon accidentally overhearing the twins being sad, feeling destroyed, and trying his best to cheer them up

A meeting between Daemon and canon!Rhaegar in a vision

Daemon running on instinctive dad-mode rescues one of the Green kids from a minor peril

Daemon overhears an upsetting song

[mayashesfly]

Some thoughts I have about the differences of my Forgotten Radio AU and Canon. (Mostly focused on Vox since he's my favorite character despite this being a SilentStatic AU. Unfortunately I'm not well-versed at writing Alastor's character even if I wanted to :')

After calming down Valentino's tantrum just like in Canon, Val tried to rile up Vox by mentioning Alastor. However, since Vox has already wiped his memories and added some… preventive measures, he merely dismissed Val's comments.

But because the Princess of Hell was involved, Vox still brought more spy drones onto the Hazbin Hotel to monitor the happenings there in addition to the drone Valentino already sent in to inform him.

They didn't bring Sir Pentious or someone else to spy on the Hazbin Hotel for them because of this.

Sir Pentious takes some time recuperating after being Team Rocketed by Alastor before he'll eventually strike again on the hotel again.

Ever since Alastor's return and seeing the remnants of his partnership with Vox first things first since he returned (The Radio sHack in the Pilot), he was bidding his time for Vox to get wind of his return and react explosively in some way for his entertainment and to take advantage of.

However Vox didn't do anything of the sorts. Unlike how he would've reacted otherwise if he still retained his memories.

When Alastor caught sight of the painfully obvious Vox drones around the hotel, he purposefully posed in front of them a few times, hoping to finally gloat out the tv-headed demon from his hiding. Much to his growing annoyance and confusion though, nothing happened as the drones flew passed him due to the corrupting footage in order to clearly see what else was happening in the hotel.

He did this for a few times a day in slowly increasing frequency for the entire week before Sir Pentious attacked the hotel again and proceeded to get fucked over for ruining Alastor's coat. Alastor barely letting the poor demon alive thanks to Charlie's pleas.

Vox and Velvette discussed to one another who should be the one to attend the Overlord meeting. Valentino is forever banned from attending any of these things after a particular incident that the Vees would rather not repeat again.

It took some back and forth between the two of them before they agreed on Vox going to the meeting. But the only reason Vox's head wasn't ripped out like the torn up models Valentino so gracefully provided her is because she has a big fashion show incoming and those fucking models aren't going to dress themselves.

"Seriously Vox are you sure you don't have anything better to do? Like that bullshit Angelic Security of yours?" "Carmilla would be there. Which is all the more reason for me to go there myself" "Just don't forget the plan you flat-faced fuck, who knows what would happen if we screw this up?" "Well someone else could get screwed instead~"

Groan

"Shut up Valentino! I'm being serious!" "Who says I wasn't being serious too, Velvette~?"

"GUYS"

"You have nothing to worry about. I have this all handled, just trust me alright?" "Well you better keep your words Vox, cuz I have a show to run and no time for a shitshow to fix" "That's my boy~"

After Alastor's wonderful talk with Zestial, he finally meets Vox again outside of the meeting room. Being on time for the meeting unlike Velvette.

Vox introduced himself to Alastor, thinking he was a new Overlord because he never saw him before. Much to Alastor's slowly growing frustration and realization.

Thankfully, Rosie took note of Alastor's presence and promptly lead him away from Vox before he tore out the other's head before the meeting started. Being able to catch up with him and tell him to visit her in Cannibal Town sometime.

Upon taking his seat besides Rosie, Alastor makes a comment about his reappearance, hoping that it would distract him from whatever the fuck Vox was on. Unfortunately, just like in canon, Carmilla does not give a shit. Causing Alastor to steam in his frustration.

While whispering quietly, Rosie admits to Alastor that she doesn't exactly know what happened to Vox. But three years into his absence, something about Vox has changed when he was suddenly more active after three years of mostly being inactive.

It only makes Alastor's head swim in confusion and possibilities of what might've happened.

Unlike Velvette who instantly hijacked the meeting upon entering, Vox waited for the perfect opportunity to present the information he had about the Angel's death. He first showed the scene of the crime on the screen Carmilla was using in her presentation before bringing out the literal Angel's head once he was questioned about the credibility of his source.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't bring the entire body with me. But surely this is enough evidence to show you that what that screen is showing isn't faked?"

Alastor became curious and impressed by such information. It was a rather valuable information he could use for himself after all... Perhaps finally having something for the Princess...

Though it didn't completely ease the discomfort he had from Vox's strange behavior. Vox was barely glancing his way, if at all, during the entire meeting when used to feel those stolen glances from him, even after their partnership ended and he had teamed up with that disgusting pompous moth instead.

His gaze never failed to land on him one way or another before.

Unlike now.

Vox still pitches a similar idea to Velvette with a bit more professionalism, noticing the odd reaction Carmilla had upon seeing the golden blood stain the table. But saying nothing of it as a musical number rolled around.

The complete details and differences between this AU and Canon's Overlord Meeting eludes me since there's a lot of character dynamics at play. But the meeting does end up much shorter than usual as Vox tries to casually take his leave, if not a bit annoyed by the words thrown his way.

That was the very first time Alastor saw Vox fight someone else for once. Except for him.

But regardless of his feelings on the matter, he has a sneaking suspicion that Carmilla may know something even when Vox said nothing of the sorts.

Without Sir Pentious and thus the Egg Boiz in the picture, Alastor couldn't easily eavesdrop on Carmilla and Zestial without possibly outing himself as the eavesdropper.

And unfortunately for him, he couldn't hide in his shadows in Carmilla's office to hear the information straight from the Overlord's mouth.

Vox never said his suspicions about Carmilla's involvement during the meeting, however he did say it to the other Vees about his findings and suspicions. Perhaps that private meeting with Carmilla would yield more results than just for Angelic Securities after all.

Time passed and Alastor was utterly bored. There wasn't as much development between his thralls and Angel Dust's relationship ever since he joined the hotel. They have already tried "trust falls" and "show and tell with the group" and whatever else nonsense the Princess had thought about. But nothing of interesting was happening.

He never caught wind of the TV demon as well besides his usual drivel despite seeing the bumbling drones around the hotel.

It was strange, knowing that his rival didn't give him any mind unlike before. And it was just making him inch for a bloodcurdling fight to ease his boredom.

It was only during a traumatic experience in the middle of a turf war did his thralls and Angel Dust bond.

Much to Sir Pentious' misfortune, he just had to attack the hotel while Alastor was in a bad mood about Vox, the dear Princess nowhere in sight.

And well…. he still very clearly remembers Sir Pentious now after he ruined his best coat.

[petervintonjr]

"As black America approaches the 21st century, our capacity or our failure to build a solid bridge . . . of works will determine whether millions of young blacks already with us or yet unborn will cross over into the new century, or fall into the abyss."

Another name you almost certainly didn't know: M. (Moses) Carl Holman, civil rights activist, writer, and poet. Born in 1919 St. Louis, Holman showed an early gift for writing, and at the age of 19 won a scriptwriting award from a popular syndicated radio program. He graduated magna cum laude from Lincoln University and went on to acquire Master's degrees from the University of Chicago and from Yale. While at Yale he published his first collection of poems, and began regularly writing articles for various newspapers and magazines on income inequity, urban poverty, literacy, and other issues important to Black Americans. In 1962 he taught English at Clark College in Atlanta, giving him a front-row seat to key events in the earliest days of the civil rights movement. As some of his students participated in sit-ins and the Freedom Rides, he found himself appointed to the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights, of which he eventually became deputy director in 1966.

In 1968 Ebony magazine named Holman as one of the 100 Most Influential Black Americans. That same year Holman published what is probably his best-known work: The Baptizin', a play which won first prize in the National Community Theater Festival. In addition to multiple collections of poems, Holman also published a definitive overview of the civil rights movement in the U.S., from 1965 to 1975.

Perhaps most significantly, in 1971 Holman was named Vice President of the National Urban Coalition. This organization had re-formed in 1967 in the wake of the so-called "long, hot summer" of racial strife and injustices. During this time Holman's singular talent for delivering quiet and polite, but still powerful, speeches came to the fore and he jumpstarted a great many local housing, education, job training, and economic development programs aimed at disadvantaged Black and Hispanic communities.

In his later years Holman forcefully addressed the issue of "dual literacy" for Black children --emphasizing that such students not only needed to be well-versed not only in the fundamentals such as reading, writing, and public speaking; but also in math, science, and technology. His 1988 obituary notes that Holman "had an uncanny ability to form a coalition out of the most diverse elements, and it was often said that the key to his ability to do this was the fact that he never appeared to have an agenda for himself."

(Teachers: Need some resources to engage your students this Black History Month? I'll send you a pile of these trading cards, no cost, no obligation. Just give me a mailing address and let me know how many students in your class. No strings attached, no censorship, no secret-relaying-of-names to Abbott or DeSantis or HuckaSanders.)

[noturlondonboy]

how does autistic!yelena handle change when she’s no longer on the run and settled down? like,, if she has to move places for one reason or another for example.

-💜

Not everyone may be caught up on this, but genderqueer Kate and autistic Yelena are both heavily based on myself so this question is so fucking real

-As a black widow, Yelena had no choice but to be flexible and accommodating to any and very kind of change there could be. She was constantly in danger and constantly expendable, and staying alive was her own responsibility. Change was constant and inevitable.

-it’s a very hard habit to break when she’s out of the red room and has a new life with a real family that she loves and loves her back. She has a partner, she has her sister, she has parents and friends and two dogs and a house and a steady income (I will not be disclosing that source of income) and it is WEIRD. This is NEW and scary and doesn’t make sense!!

-but she likes this new life, of course, she loves it. It’s difficult to settle into but eventually she’s able to fully unpack the bag she keeps stashed near the door. She puts her gun in her nightstand instead of under her pillow. She lets herself unmask, unwind, and be taken care of.

-as a result, she’s extremely attached to what makes up this new life. She and Kate eventually need to find a new apartment (need is subjective, Kate wanted something bigger and she has the money) and at first Yelena handles it just fine. It’s not until she’s helping Kate pack up their bedroom that she stops and feels icky about it.

-Kate notices immediately, and she stops and asks what’s wrong, but Yelena doesn’t know how to explain how she’s feeling. She’s not used to this sudden panic. She’s got tears in her eyes and she starts shaking her hands out in the way she does when she’s particularly anxious.

-by now Kate is well versed in what to do when Yelena is struggling, and they go sit down in the main room on the small couch (Yelena’s favorite) to cuddle and talk. It takes a little while, but eventually figure out that moving her personal belongings from where they’ve been for years now sends her right back to the Red Room, where settling down was unheard of.

-with smaller changes, Yelena is usually great at rolling with the flow and adapting to new circumstances, which is easier to do when Kate freaks out about it even more than her. Kate Bishop has ADHD and you can never change my mind about it.

-on bad days though, even small things can upset her. Needing to take a break from reality because they were out of macaroni is perfectly fine in the Bishova household, but it would’ve gotten her beaten in the Red Room. It’s a process.

[witchofthesouls]

Curious question! How would you describe seeker kin using their sensors to detect energon and incoming bots? Like biology. I saw the snippet you did on seeker Lennox and Sarah. :0

In that verse, Energon detection is a unique skill to Seeker femmes as they're meant to manage flocks and balance a multitude of relations as an extensive network from their incredibly dense sparks, which naturally gives them a wide EM field range to encompass others. Think of it as a very keen sense of spatial awareness and territoriality as Cybertronian sparks are unique to each mecha like a set of human fingerprints.

Sarah is able to sense more adult sparks when she initially came to Diego Garcia, and the Seeker did not like it.

(It doesn't help Sarah is basically a newbuild, so her senses are sharp and agitated as she has yet to figure out or be taught by another how to filter out or dull input, and it's made aggressively worse because she has a protective streak over her sparkling. Plus, Optimus is there, and he is both a Prime and has enough coding in his lineage to read as another Seekerkin mech, so she's even more defensive of her space.)

Basically, large veins of crystal Energon capture their attention as it can mess their sparks' perception of the environment. The effects could manifest as very specific sensation-perception cues that varies from femme to femme: auditory, visual, scent, tactile, and even taste.

Those cues act as markers that grow stronger with proximity and are highly reliable and accurate tells that modern science has yet to replicate even half as well.

Sarah will eventually describe her cue as a sequence of clear, vocal demands that tug harder on her spark the closer she gets to vein, so hers is an auditory-tactile cue.

Surprisingly, the femmes of their grounded counterparts of Praxus and Polyhex don't have this Energon detection quirk. However, Seekerkin are still very attuned to the harmonics of crystal Energon to manipulate it. The immense variety of art from Praxus' famous crystal gardens and elegant tea ceremonies to Polyhex's unique pottery goods and architectural designs for navigating their wetlands stood as testament to it.

[roguejukebox]

okay but like

who wants to hear my zosan/lusopp inuyasha au?

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Sanji and Usopp are from the modern age, in university instead of high school. Friends since middle school (dead mom club and all that), and so Sanji sometimes hangs out with Usopp at the temple shrine Usopp was raised in after Banchina's death, when Sanji's family becomes too much to deal with.

Usopp wandered a little farther ahead of Sanji, to aim his slingslot randomly at some plants, when he suddenly falls through the ground. Sanji waits around for Usopp to pop back up and complain like usual, only this time he doesn't. Panicked, Sanji rushes forwards to the covered well Usopp was standing on previously, only the wooden cover had rotted out and broke when Usopp stood on it. The well is very dark and very deep.

Sanji is debating heading down for his friend verses running back to the temple for more help when something tugs him into the well also.

On the otherside, Sanji doesn't find Usopp. He does find a demon in the form of Wanze and his ramen kenpo abilities. After getting stuck to the noodles and tossed around, he decided to make a run for it, eventually making his way to the tree that Zoro is stuck in, held in place by Wado Ichimonji.

He doesnt stop to think, just yanking the sword out (if it food, I can deal with it, Sanji thinks, he just needs the right tools).

He elects to ignore the flash of light behind him, instead focusing on chopping up the incoming ramen (and for once glad that he was made to spar against his brothers using swords instead of his preferred capoeira kick boxing fusion). Zoro rushes in, two sword style, and finishes the demon, before relieving Sanji of his precious sword.

They argue a bit, Zoro says he needs to head into town and begins to walk off. Sanji notices the smoke from some fires and yanks Zoro in the opposite direction. Zoro killed the monster, Sanji will show him to town to settle any debt owed due to that.

Meanwhile, Usopp had not run into any demons upon first entering, though he did wander away from the well, seeing something in the trees. After walking a bit, he starts to hear not so great singing. He follows it to a tree and freaks out when he sees a man tied to it using his own arms and legs. Luffy hears Usopp freak out, and begs him to release him from the tree. He's so hungry, please?

And Sanji had instilled in Usopp his No Man Goes Hungry morals. Usopp makes Luffy vow to not eat him if his does help untangle the limbs. Luffy, of couse, agrees with a serious face. Usopp is still convinced he will get bitten once the other is free, but helps anyway. As Usopp unwinds the other, Luffy explains why he got tied to a tree, how he needs to find his friend Zoro, and that he will be King of the Demons one day. Usopp freezes at that, but it too late, Luffy is free enough to finish unwinding himself.

Luffy drags Usopp against his will to the nearest place that smells like it has food, conveniently meeting up with their companions along the way before they enter the village. Usopp and Sanji dispair to each other when it seems that the village does not contain any modern amenities. The villagers agree to host them in a barn overnight if they agree to some manual labour in the morning.

Except, in the middle of the night, some more demons attack. These are more zombie like in appearance, and all three of our protagonists plus an an Usopp that doesnt want to fight but doesnt want to be left behind either, go to help the village. All the zombies are congregating towards the shrine, where a priestess Nami is stationed. She is whacking the demons off as best she can, and Sanji rushes off to help her once he sees that. They thin the hoard, but at the end, Nami gets nabbed by a bat like zombie. None of them can help except–Sanji calls out to Usopp, kicking to him a red marble that must have been dropped in the scuffle.

Usopp aims and fires it at the bat creature, only it turned to try and deflect the object with its claws. It smashed the supposed marble, causing a bigger explosion as the shards flung itself to the far corners of the world. Nami screamed as she was dropped, only to be caught by Zoro, as the bat creature flew away.

Nami proceeded to beat the shit out of Sanji and Usopp, a few smacks aimed at Luffy and Zorro for good measure, as she explained that what was destroyed was a map that would lead to the previous Demon King's treasure, one of a kind type maps.

Usopp frees himself from her wrath, as he picks s piece of shard up from the pebbles in the road and says it should be too hard to piece them together again cause they shine so bright.

Apparently, no one else can see the shine and Usopp feels like its going to be a long day.

[max-nico]

Songs to listen to for maximum Tails angst, as well as a run down of how I daydream to them

Enjoy, or don't, and feel free to add your own. I'm always looking for new music recommendations.

Multiple paragraph incoming, you have been warned

The Tornado, Owl City

Starting off with an absolute BANGER !!!!! I'm obsessed with Owl City so don't @ me about this lol. In this song Adam Young is telling a story about a young boy delivering papers on his bike, when a tornado hits. Miraculously, he survives.

To me, this song is about Tails gearing up to leave in the tornado. As he begins to fly over the ocean a storm hits, and eventually turns into a tornado. As the music crescendos the storm gets worse, and eventually the plane crashes into the ocean (specifically at 2:05, you can't tell me it doesn't sound like a Wii sports snorkeling mini game). By the time the lyrics come in he's grabbed the chaos emerald from the back of his plane and he's trying to get out of the water. At the line "the shadows slowly melted as I was hunkered down" Tails spots angel island and he flies up there and it's a happy ending yayyyy

I Was an Island, John-Allison Weiss

Honestly I don't have like a particular scene or daydream to this. This song just makes me feel things when I listen to it, and I think Tails would really relate. I think specifically NINE would relate actually, but any Tails variation will do tbh

"I can't do this alone anymore, I'm no good on my own anymore. What did I do to do deserve this? What did you do to me? Baby come back, you know I don't wanna be free." Is just something I feel like Nine would relate to idk

Bugbear, Chloe Moriondro

I don't have a particular daydream to this one either but this song is so Tails to me. This is so him. Y'all aren't listening she said "my brain is surrounded by school kids who all got their valedictorian course, while I couldn't care enough about my 3.8, no matter how hard I try I'm still not trying hard enough to be... Great." YOU'RE TELLING ME HE DOESN'T RELATE TO THAT ?!!?!!

Talk To Me, Cavetown

This is so Sonic talking to Tails to me. "You don't have to be a prodigy to be unique, you don't have to know what to say or what to think, you don't have to be anybody you can never be, that's alright, let it out, talk to me." Is something Sonic has said to Tails at least once and you can't convince me otherwise.

This song is just so comforting. Listening to this makes me warm with brotherly feels.

Vanilla Twilight, Owl City

I used to cry to this song, so tread lightly sympathetic criers lol.

This daydream takes place sometime after Sonic Frontiers when Tails decides to go his own way, leaving Sonic by himself. It switches between their POVs depending on the lyric. For example, one of Sonic's lyrics is "cause I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me, I'll send a postcard to you dear, cause I wish you were here." And one of Tails' lyrics is "I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in 2 days, cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone."

They'll reunite someday I swear

Overgrown Garden, Beetlebug

Ow ouch ffff-ouch ouchie owwwieeeeeee ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ sorry guys this one involves major character death lol

So the actual song is about an abusive relationship using flower metaphors and symbolism, but I didn't know that when I started listening so this daydream has nothing to do with that. With that being said...

Every chorus is Tails at a different age wondering if Sonic will abandon him, no matter how much Sonic reassures him the thought just sticks in the back of his mind even if he doesn't voice it. Things don't start to get juicy until the 3rd verse, "The rhododendrons crimson flame, set fire to the sleepy air, and lit the early morning haze, that glistened in your tangled hair." I understand that the flame is a metaphor and there's no actual flame but I don't care, in my daydream there's actual flames because Sonic and Tails are in the middle of a flower field that's been engulfed in them.

At the lyric "You place a crown of marigolds on my head, and then you said, as you tried to pull your bloody hands away" Sonic is laying against the only tree in sight, a big bloody wound in his abdomen with Tails trying to stop the bleeding. And then when the chorus comes in again, it's Sonic comforting Tails while he bleeds out on a battlefield. When Tails asked "I wonder if you'll leave me, behind someday, among the wildflowers and lilies, sleeping by the way" he meant like runaway and abandon him on an adventure, not die in a burning flower field you idiot ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

Blue Hair, TV Girl

For maximum feels, listen to Vanilla Twilight directly after listening to this

I feel like a lot of y'all are already gonna know this one, and I respect that. I'm not super sure what this song is actually about but I like their funny words so it's okay lol

This is another song from Sonics POV to me. It's Sonic talking to his friends at different times about Tails growing up and not needing him anymore. In this case, Tails has to "cut her blue hair off" and Sonic is the blue hair if you couldn't tell lol like "and I tried, to hold her, but it didn't really last long, she's getting older. I guess she's gotta cut her blue hair off".

There's also the line right before that one "what seems so blue in the sunlight, by the night was a pale green" blue and green are literally their eye colors this song was meant for them.

This isn't all of them, we'd be here all day if I listed every single one lol. Don't be surprised if I follow up with more song rec posts bc I love talking about music, and please give me some recs as well

[thepoisonjackal]

Gave Fire Salamander a glow up! A mud/sky with firescales and fire resistance. She burns hot from the inside, and though she can be touched, her scales are very hot. They grow hotter when she gets angry. She usually keeps a tight lid on this anger, but some sore subjects can really set her off. Backstory below.

Born to a Skywing mother and a Mudwing father, Sally and her twin sister, Coal, were born in the sky kingdom. Her mother insisted she should stay far away from her father - he was just a fling, and he didn’t actually want to have kids. Sally was rebellious and curious, so she left behind her mother and sister, much to their dismay, to find her father. She did find him, eventually, but was disheartened to find that her mother was telling the truth and her father wanted nothing to do with her.

The Mudwing queen, Queen Swamp, caught wind of Fire Salamander’s presence. She sensed the incoming war between the Skywings and Seawings and wanted to use her as a weapon once she decided the Mudwings should join the war. Sally refused to help, so Swamp locked her in the dungeon until she... “changed her mind.”

Not long after, a fatal waterborne plague hit the Mudwing Kingdom. Swamp died from her sickness, leaving the Kingdom to her 5-year-old daughter Damselfly, but before she died she told her a cryptic message - Find the Living Furnace, and use it to win the world.

Damselfly had no idea what her mother was talking about, so it took a while to find out what she meant. She had to get assistance from the Rainwings to find a cure and preventative for the plague and clean up the ruins of the Mud Kingdom. Once she did descend into the dungeon and found Sally locked up, she was horrified by what her mom did and let Sally go immediately. It had been years since Sally had been locked up, and she was extremely distrusting of Damselfly and all Mudwings in general. Damselfly gave her plenty of space, wondering what other horrible deeds her mom had done without telling her.

Sally found work as a baker. She found that she was very good at cooking bread, and she has her own kitchen that she spends a lot of time in. Despite distrusting her, Sally didn’t want to go back to the family she abandoned, so she let herself stay near Mudwing palace. She is slowly warming up to trusting Damselfly, but she wouldn’t hesitate to cut and run if she ever considers using her for her own gain.

But there is trouble in the Icewing kingdom. An Icewing that can freeze at a single touch that has already wiped out the Icewing royal family and any other dragon that opposes him. Salamander is no weapon - but she might be the only answer. (All of this story is my own OC-verse, not connected to canon Wings of Fire at all!)

[valentine-cafe]

May I place an order of Turimaus and Strawberry shortcake for a female reader who is deeply scared of both thunderstorms and heights? Maybe a bit of bloodshed added for spice? Have a good day, you two ! XD I will stop spamming your inbox for now.

. ˚◞♡ 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓  — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 781 talisen, rishen, alessio x fem!reader ( sep. ) ꒱how they are with a reader who has a severe fear of thunder or heights, made worse by a severe situation.

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˖ ࣪ ଓ receipts◞ we love our 781 boys they're so so soft

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  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 ( reader accidently hurts herself due of thunder )

˖ ࣪ ଓ  talisen has always been careful with you and your fear of thunder. as someone who is easily affected by loud noises in general, he is particularly well-versed in these fields. he is able to calm you down easier. this includes him wrapping his arms around you should you be comfortable with it, nestling your head against his chest and singing softly to distract you from the loud crashes of thunder.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he always makes sure to be around you when he can see a storm incoming and even frequently checks the weather to prepare himself for possible thunderstorms.

˖ ࣪ ଓ hates not being with you during these times and has even left some voice notes on your phone that you can listen to should the time arise that he is not around while a storm is around 

˖ ࣪ ଓ on one occasion you had decided to surprise him after a long day of work and went into the dorm’s kitchen to make dinner for him when he returned. what you had not expected was the sudden collection of dark grey clouds — of which you barely even noticed with how busy cooking you were

˖ ࣪ ଓ the first crash of thunder had you jolting from your position of cutting up carrots. the action causing you to stumble with the blade and accidentally slice yourself across the arm. combined with the terror of your worst fear ringing in your ear and the pain running down your forearm, you let out a shriek fumble back into the counter

˖ ࣪ ଓ just as the cold metal hits the floor, so do you feel icy hands that wrap around you — strong arms immediately pulling you in and cocooning you. as though to shield you from the world as the thunder roars outside

˖ ࣪ ଓ “sshhh, sssh, baobei I’m right here, it’s okay, it’s alright,” the rushed, panicked whisper of talisen fills your ears as you crumble into his arms. one can only assume that he was on his way up and the sound of your scream prompted him to rush to your side immediately. so here he was, cradling your quivering form and and hushing you with his assuring voice

˖ ࣪ ଓ “breathe for me okay? one, two. . . one, two. . . there we go,” 

˖ ࣪ ଓ with both of you huddled up beneath the counter, he grabs the cloth that had been discarded on the floor and swiftly applies pressure to your wound. all while he brings your head to his chest and sings a song that he has composed for you. his free hand offering you squeezes and caresses as he manages both your state of terror and the new wound on your arm

˖ ࣪ ଓ he manages to eventually bring you down. opting for placing his noise cancelling headphones over your ears so that he can tend to your wound. always making sure to caress and squeeze at our other hand every now and then to remind you that he was right there. he stays with you throughout the storm and long after. cradling your crying form in his bed until you eventually fall asleep.

  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐'𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 ( reader is falling to her doom )

˖ ࣪ ଓ  the medic has always understood your fear of heights and has made his duty to ensure that you avoid it in every instance that it is possible, especially when it came to the several story buildings of your university along with the general layout of nueva york. whether that be holding your hand or covering your eyes and bringing your head to his chest when the two of you are in an elevator, making sure to walk along the side of the stair railing or in general keeping you away from areas that might make you grow anxious 

˖ ࣪ ଓ  he’s always scolding people when they try and convince you that there are ways of getting over this fear. while he acknowledges that there are, he also knows how severe it is in your case, and thus would rather you not be pressured into doing such 

˖ ࣪ ଓ  he often tends to pick you up into his arms when you grow uneasy in terms of this fear. holding you close and letting you know that he is right here and that he will protect you from anything and everything

˖ ࣪ ଓ  this is the very reason that rishen was beyond horrified when during a throw-down with a villain across the city, he saw the villain grabbing a hold of a civilian and tossing them across in an attempt to deter rishen. that civilian being you

˖ ࣪ ଓ  the realisation that his girlfriend was now falling to her doom combined with the reality of your fears — your screams tore straight through his heart and he waste no time before leaping into action and diving off the skyscraper to get to you

˖ ࣪ ଓ  his heart pounds within his eardrums when he sees your frightened face. when he hears your terror-filled cries and witnesses your tears that fly into the air as you scream as though it might be your last. which it very well might have been should rishen not get to you in time

˖ ࣪ ଓ  he zips along is webs and eventually manages to pull you to him, his warm arms encasing you within his tight hold and enveloping you altogether — before he swings off to a safe place where you immediately fall limp within his arms and sob your heart out

˖ ࣪ ଓ  “hey, hey — it’s okay. I’m right here okay? I-I’m right here baby - breathe for me querida.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ  his hands cup your face and his mask dissipates so that you can see his own face. so that he can press kisses along your head and show you that he is here. that he is upholding his promise to protect you despite it all 

˖ ࣪ ଓ  “I know, I know mi cielo. shhh, you’re okay. focus on my heart okay? that’s it,” he’d bring your head to his chest and cup the back of it with his hand, massaging your scalp and bringing you down from the fear

˖ ࣪ ଓ  he of course picks you up into his arms and allows you to cling onto him. whispering a hundred apologies and promises that it will not happen again and that he’ll keep your safe

  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒔 ( reader is held captive and there is a storm )

˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio had been on a mission earlier in the day — one that had lasted until this very moment — tracking down talon members that had been reported of kidnapping people in the same area of nueva york that you lived in. he had the nervous suspicion you might’ve been taken away from your home against your own will, by talon agents that had discovered your connection to him. 

˖ ࣪ ଓ and much to his dismay, he found his suspicions were all true when he stepped into your ruined apartment. sent into disarray, the flowers he had given you earlier completely scattered on the floor along with broken pieces of your favourite vase.

˖ ࣪ ଓ it made it ever the more gut wrenching to him when he heard the stirring of rumbles from the sky. a thunderstorm was in the making and he knew how much you hated thunderstorms. he knew how it would send you into states of panic when they came around and how you would need something to cling onto, so that you could calm down. he could almost hear your loud panicked squeaks and screams already every time a thunderstorm would start.

˖ ࣪ ଓ not long after he heard the first crash of thunder, he was headed out the door of your apartment. following the movements of the talon members he was looking for on his tracker. hoping but also dreading if you were with them or not. because what would they do to you? what had they done to you? his thoughts were loud and he hated it — how they deafened the thunderstorm — because he knew that if you were out here, your panic would be so much more worse than if you had been inside of your home.

˖ ࣪ ଓ “por favor, esté bien. por favor, no te atrevas a lastimarla” he’d utter, mind running laps.

˖ ࣪ ଓ the moment he spotted your face and the fear that it was wearing. the moment he saw the first flinch — he could almost hear the first hitch in your breath as you reacted to another crash of thunder.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he could feel his left eye twitch uncontrollably at the sight of the long cut that ran down your arm. feel the anger rise within at the sight of bruises that were still forming on your body and truly, it had not taken long before the talon member were gone. painting the street dark red, blood spreading across the road from the heavy rain that poured from the sky, the only light around the both of you being the lightning strikes that lit up the dark clouds every now and then before booming thunder surrounded the both of you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ you’d think that someone who had just killed an entire group of talon members would drag you to him with firm hands. however they were anything but. it was such a gentle and strong, reassuring, warm hold that he pulled you into. wiping away the blood on his suit before covering your ears and hushing you softly.

˖ ࣪ ଓ “c’mon baby, breathe, it’s alright. i’m gonna take you home and you’re gonna be alright, yeah?”

˖ ࣪ ଓ he’d take a hold of you and carry you home, making sure to hurry you home while assuring that you were breathing properly and that when thunder struck, your ears would be covered so that the shock that ran through your cold and wounded body wouldn’t enhance any feelings of faintness.

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[residentevil-4]

im so obsessed with the Nursery Verse discourse on tiktok. long post incoming, this became a whole article on accident

recap: thenursery_nurse is a one-woman tiktok/facebook series made by a woman named Charlotte that started as the woman's recounting of her time as a nursery worker (and other peoples stories); eventually it became serialized, with the reoccurring stock characters becoming actual characters, forming relationships, going through character arcs. some characters have gotten divorced/married, miscarried, or had successful pregnancies... overall she still has amassed a fairly large following. theres a lot of effort put into it, she acts very well and is believable as different people, and the stories and skits are engaging if you like drama, so there is plenty to like. she uploads both dramatic, story-relevant videos & the regular old comedic skit videos.

[ this is a link to a tiktok that features charlotte in all her character costumes edited to the song NurseryVerse, the song that sparked the discussion ]

some people started dipping out particularly after the relationship aspect because they thought it was weird that her mostly light and fluffy content started getting a bit raunchy (fair criticism, i found it a little weird but the content isnt even as explicit as abbott elementary, especially since she is the Only Actor in it), but some people are really into the relationship drama of it all, which is honestly what most of it is. people make edits of the characters and ask for more couple videos and have entire pages dedicated to these ships. in particular, the main ships are Winter/Autumn (Wintumn), Marjorie/Reece (Marjoreece), Charlotte/Mia (Mialotte), and more recently the failed relationship of Siobhan/Vivian (Vivihan).

the story developing is controversial but more than anything, the relationships are very divisive! one episode included mention that two characters (winter and autumn) had sex in the baby room... while it WAS late at night, after hours and not acted out at all, i can absolutely see why people think thats very weird!

apparently there are ship tshirts. this may be a step too far... i think its weird for other real-life media but when its just the same woman in a different costume its a little humorous.... lmfao

i actually thoroughly enjoy this series since i enjoy hearing service workers complain about their shitty customers and similar styles of videos (like hair stylists, makeup artists, bakers, sallys/sephora workers). i honestly like drama as well, though i could take it or leave it.

someone once compared it to sanders' sides and im... hurt but accepting, it is a high-effort scripted video series with a single actor playing many characters, so... fair enough!

though apparently the more apt comparison is the Bistro Huddy, a similar story played by a single guy but set in a bistro.

i do think it goes without saying that part of the reason people may prefer bistro over nursery is because of misogyny. a woman doing the exact same thing is more cringe than a man. i dont watch the bistro, so i cant say if his is more or less cringe, but i personally did not enjoy watching his videos, so there's that.

well, whatever media management company she seems to be working for (or with) released the most dogshit song for an anti-bullying charity called "NurseryVerse" with some unknown male singer. its supposed to be fun and uplifting and vaguely introduce you to the series but god. the singing and mixing itself isnt very good but the lyrics are abysmal.

the song got popular (infamous, really, because again, its actually very cheesy) and the wider tiktok community has tapped into the nursery-verse. people do not understand it. they dont get the history behind the series, which is fair, its like entering a show 3 seasons in and expecting to understand the plot.

some of the hate comments are very funny lmfao

she did eventually make a response to the hate in a 10 and a half minute video, though weirdly it is entirely in character (as Marjorie, Autumn, and Mia)... however its not unusual, since she rarely if ever posts videos out of character.

for the hate against the song, she says to let the people who enjoy it enjoy it & for people who dislike it to stop wasting time being an asshole. she tells the people who are being harassed to block anyone bothering them, since apparently that was happening

regarding the sexuality of the storyline, particularly the bit about Wintumn having sex in the nursery after-hours. she says that 1) theyre fake 2) it was not explicit and 3) previously established shows and movies for children have had raunchier and more explicitly sexual content

apparently people are also annoyed that there are a LOT of lesbian storylines (Mialotte, Vivihan, and the unmentioned pre-established relationship between Sorcha and her wife). she essentially says to get over it

she addresses those who miss the one-off skits: she never stopped doing the skits, there is just story between them. i'll add that, when she uploads it tends to be about 3 videos at a time and at least one of those will be a skit! though even some of the skit videos are becoming a bit serialized with reoccurring parent characters...

she adds that those who have "gone viral" for the hate against the song/series are just riding [her] coattails and have no original ideas, or at least have to come up with it.

she teases about the event in October possibly sparking a hate train; i imagine this is because October has a storyline about the (ADULT) characters having a halloween ball. some have made implications that their costumes will be revealing, so perhaps thats what its about?

she says that the money she gets from tiktok is how she makes her money and that the views, whether hatewatching or the genuine, is helping her renovate her home either way.

the comments are mixed it seems, but the negative or critical ones are at the top.

i missed the specific comment but apparently she said something about "bed rotting" and the people aren't liking it:

there are still supportive comments, though!

all in all, after that, the buzz has somewhat died down. that's about it, she's back to her regular posting and the comments on her other posts are as they typically are.

i suppose we will see what happens in october.

[airxn]

Since it's swirling around in my brain, here's some headcanon snippets for Airin'd modern verse– a quiet song. Warning! It's extremely depressing, but I won't go into major detail.

General Plot Stuff.

Airin and Xavier's parents died when they were both extremely young. They were bounced around in many foster homes and never landed with a family of their own. They left the system at 18 and neither went to college.

Airin thought he might try to pursue a music career. He had some odd gigs here and there but had the opportunity to aim higher.

That's where he met his very abusive wife. She commits the same atrocities as she does in Airin's main verse, only in this one she destroys any and all chances he had at making a name for himself; and becomes an international popstar herself.

Their relationship lasted for 7 years, and when he finally was able to escape he admitted himself into an inpatient rehab with the encouragement of Xavier. He was in there for 4 years, yet the last 7 years are still completely blank to him due to the trauma.

He didn't finish out therapy like his rehab suggested, and has been trying to simply survive by making ends meet.

At first, he started as a bodyguard for hire for a man named Mathias, but the situation began to show all the red flags of his past relationship. It was tricky to get out of that situation, but eventually, he found himself in the position of being a bouncer for a woman dubbed Mama Bull and her bar The Gear Shift.

He's still hired out by Mama Bull to either be a bodyguard or a bouncer for other establishments, but he feels a lot safer under her employment.

Smaller Snippets.

Airin will only sing if he thinks no one is around to hear him. Even with his trauma it's still the one piece of him he feels belongs to him.

Airin and Xavier live in a low-income apartment. Airin can dress nice and fancy, but he doesn't live a life of luxury.

Airin is not as bubbly or outwardly quirky as he is in his main verse. He's in constant survival mode and can come off as uninterested, cold, or abrasive. Essentially, he's Airin actual personality. In his main verse, he's been able to develop a facade / mask as a coping mechanism, but this is Airin without his main coping mechanism.

Airin and his ex-wife are still legally married. They never got a divorce.

[wickedmage4106]

Stripping into Dangerous Situations Chp.7 AlphaDoffyxOmegaOC

Summary: Your secret job as a stripper, while your real job pays you barely nothing. Throw in a mix of secret side hustles, and the Devil soon takes interest in you. But be careful, as all things come with strings attached. Throwing a huge wrench in you life, and the Devil comes in to make an offer you want to refuse. But how delicous is the offer the Devil is making?Will you take the deal?

Story Plot, Eventual Smut as Story progresses (none at the moment to build up to), 18+ due to mention of drugs, violence, stripping, abuse, and posioning. Alpha/Omega verse in Modern One Piece tale, bit of a twist on my end. Animal ears and tail, no human ears.

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net, same name here for my accounts I post at.

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Vista drove quickly to my bank after dodging the reporters in the front of the courthouse probably wanting a word with me, but I wanted to get this deposited before anything with Enel. Though I know if he does anything (which I am hoping) could end him in jail and paying out more. I doubt Enel would want to pay me more, but I would be happier if he went to jail. After parking, we walked into the bank where I told them I needed to speak with the Head Manager who shortly greeted us, bringing all three of us to his office. The judge had called him telling him of everything going on and had ordered the money transfer. The man was able to work through his computer getting the funds having given approval of the transfer from Enel’s account at his bank to my own.

We sat in his office for two in a half hours until, “Alright Miss Sinclair, the funds have been transferred into your account. Also with account amount, you will have access to the full amount, and with the amount I have the Black Amex Card for you here which is active which you requested.”

“Ohhh,” I reached over as he handed it to me as I looked at it in my hand.

I know that getting this you need money and a hell of an income, but it felt nice. Suck it Enel!

“Thank you, I know under certain circumstances this usually happens in movies but thank you for making this an easy transition,” I thanked the manager as we stood up to shake hands before walking out of the office.

“Feel good?” Izou asked grinning big.

“Damn straight I do -fuck,” I groaned as I saw the Paparazzi outside of the bank. “Damn they know how to find me fast.”

“The car is parked on the side; I can go grab it while you wait?” Vista suggested.

“No, bring the car to the front for me to get in as I need you to bring me to an address before we head home,” I replied as I put my new black card in my wallet then back in my purse. “I’m going to face them, got to get this over with anyway.”

Flipping my hair over my shoulder as I walked towards them as Vista went to a side entrance to get the car. Walking out the Bank, I tried not to flinch with the flashes going off as microphones were thrusted towards me with everyone asking me questions.

“Miss Sinclair, how do you feel after winning against Mr. Enel?”

“Miss Sinclair, why would you do something so damaging to your body?” “Miss Sinclair, what are you going to do now?” “Are you going to continue being a stripper?” I inhaled as I held my head up looking calm as I spoke, “All I want to comment is that what I did to myself I would not want any other Omega to do what I did. I damaged myself to take care of my family, I do not regret what I have done. I exposed Enel for the abuse he has put on other Omegas and myself which I was not going to let him get away with his crimes. My Grandmother is my only family left, and now with the money I can take care of her as my mother and father would have wanted me too.” “Miss Sinclair what about your Stripper job?”

Ugh, hold back the annoyed look.

“I’m still going to work as the Manager of the club, I may have acquired a large sum of the Damages awarded to me. I am still going to work, thank you all as I have another appointment I need to attend,” I ended the conversation as Izou helped move me through the crowd to the car as Vista just pulled up helping me inside as he climbed in after me.

“Where too?” Vista asked pulling away from the bank.

“Thirty 38th on Flemington Ave,” I answered putting my seat belt on.

“Where are we going?” Izou questioned curious to this other appointment I just mentioned.

“My possible new apartment that I have been eyeing the past month,” I replied, placing the seatbelt in the slot while adjusting the strap.

“New apartment?” Vista inquired.

“Yep, I was going to move from my horrid apartment I have in the bad neighborhood I live in and filled with mold to something nicer, and closer to the bus and subway route. It has a jacuzzi tub in the master bath, oh my gawd to soak in a proper tub would be nice,” I rolled my eyes back just almost oozing in my pants to soak in a good tub.

My old tub no matter how hard I clean it, I will not soak in it, and I love bubble baths and bath bombs to just soak in after a long day. Had to sacrifice even in the shower to thirty minutes as the water gets cold in an instant to the point of screaming the first time it happened from the scolding hot to arctic cold. The kitchen was also a mess as the over and stove broke, the landlord wouldn’t do anything but made it worst to the point I had to by a plug-in skillet burner and a cheap air-fryer to cook any food. Fuck, I miss baking, mom and grandma had the best baked goods and so much fun baking with them. I’m just lucky I have the recipes my mom wrote down in a journal for everything she baked and what grandma gave her. I really want to try out the recipes again, miss those moments with them.

Hopefully, I can get this with my big expenditure of money so I can try and build a better life for me.

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Perona was at Starbucks on her phone looking over fashion TikTok dressed in a pink and black Lolita ruffle dress she made with her hair in two pigtails with matching ribbons. Cute makeup she adores with her style, black stockings with pink lace up ribbon on the sides with black ruffled platform Lolita shoes with her matching black and pink Heart Purse. Perona was looking through her phone and saw that Bunny was calling, Perona wanted to congratulate her friend at the courthouse, but she rushed out before she could, which made her pout.

Hitting accept, “Bunny! You left before I can see you and congratulate you at the – what?” Perona was complaining until Bunny spoke on the phone. “Wait, where? Uh huh, yeah I can be there, but what surprise? Okay fine, I’m coming, be there soon.”

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I waited for Perona to come as Izou and Vista left couple minutes ago along with the woman who was handling the apartment. I am excited and happy to show her, she is going to be blown away because myself finally in it was also blown away. I looked to see her park as I waved her down as she jogged cutely (which is weird as she can pull that off with how she is) threw her arms around me as I hugged her tightly.

“Oh Bunny I missed you!” she let go before hitting my on the arm with her purse.

“Ow hey!” I rubbed my arm.

“Why did you leave the court room! I wanted to congratulate first after winning!” She stomped her foot pouting angrily.

“Sorry Perona, I wanted to get to the bank quickly to deposit my money I won, but I wanted to show you my new apartment!” I grabbed her hands jumping with a giddy laugh and smile.

“A new apartment! But what about your old one?” She titled her head confused, still cute with her bunny ears like mine but whatever.

I waved my hand, “I’m moving out today as Izou is helping deal with my landlord and packing up my stuff with the help of Vista making sure only what I told him I wanted packed up.” I took her hand and went up the stone steps as I pushed some buttons to get into the building as I pulled her to the elevator.

“Holy crap it has an elevator?” I chuckled as she hated walking up five flights of steps to my old apartment. Even I still do but no more yay!

We went up to the to the ninth floor as we walked to apartment door 912, I looked at her with a big grin as I unlocked the door letting her in.

“This is the entrance hall that has a hall closet with and come this way,” I closed the door to walk down the hall that opened up into a large open living room with a kitchen with black marble counter and an island with a kitchen sink attached. There was a white oven with a silver two-door fridge with a touch panel. The living room had a large bay window overlooking a small park near a private school.

“Oh, my gawd! Bunny!” Perona exclaimed stunned to see the apartment. “This is huge!”

“I know right!” I clapped my hands excitedly as I pulled her to the kitchen. “The stove and oven that actually works; the cabinets aren’t falling off which match the black marble, the floor is hard wood but greatly insulated so that each floor won’t hear the other person above or below you. And if I do have a Heat again if my body goes back to being normal the walls and ventilation are separate like everyone else won’t be bothered by the scent.” “Oh just like mine!” Perona grinned, pointing at herself. Her own apartment is on the upper west side in an expensive building her adoptive father pays for. It’s great and it has special vents as new apartments have been built with to help out with Ruts and Heats.

“There are also two bedrooms with an extra small bathroom there,” I pointed to the door then pulled Perona towards the main bedroom.

“Oh, my gawd this is huge!” Perona explained as I jumped giddily clapping my hands as I could not stop doing this with how excited I was to live here.

“I know right! And the main bathroom has a jacuzzi tub with eight jets!” I exclaimed, stomping my feet waving my hands about.

“WHAT?!” Perona threw open the bathroom door to the right rushing in as I clapped my hands hysterically laughing as she stood their star struck as her mouth was almost to the floor seeing how big the tub was.

“And it has a walk-in shower!” I pointed to the corner as she still was jaw dropped the shower had glass panels around it. The floors were floor tile of fake white tile matching the white granite sink with multiple draws, small open section for a vanity table can be placed. Wait, I looked around me now standing alone in the bathroom. Where did Perona go?

“YOU HAVE A LARGE WALK IN CLOSET!” I chuckled hearing her bellow from the bedroom. I walked back into the bedroom to see her rush out point all around quickly. “This place is awesome!”

“I know right! And I paid for the whole year in advance!” “What!” She dropped her purse in shock.

“Yep, I just pay for my amenities plus it was way cheaper than paying for each month, plus the landlord gave me a discount since he is also an Omega and followed the trial,” I grinned placing my hands on my hips so proud of myself.

“Wait, I know how much you have at your old place. Does that mean?” she tilted her head spinning her finger around before giving me a look as I grinned wider.

“SHOPPING!” we both shouted clasping hands jumping around in a circle.

“Perona,” she looked at me excitedly. “With the money I won I will need to get new cloths, furniture, and other stuff but what I really want to do is go out and celebrate.”

“Oh, let’s go look for a new dress that screams ‘SEXY’ and my ass looks FABULOUS!”

“Aw thanks,” I stuck my butt out admiring it. “It is fabulous. Got me a lot of hundreds out of it too at work.”

“Oh, that reminds me, are you going to quit?” she pursed her lips tapping her glitzy fake nail to her cheek.

I shook my head, “No, I am going to continue managing the club. Lawrence sure as hell can’t, and Mama can’t as much as she did before though she can see further than I can when spotting someone stealing from the tip jar with also handling a gun behind the bar.” Seriously, that woman may be old, but she knows how to shoot. Weird how she taught me how to wield a handgun which came helpful at my old apartment, but yeah, she is great.

Shaking my head, “Anyway, let’s go look for a dress and shoes. Izou said he will call me once all my stuff is on its way here. Oh later, I want to stop the club and ask if the girls with mama want to go out with us to celebrate.” “Won’t they need to work?” Perona questioned. I grabbed the doorknob of the bedroom as I closed it behind us, “Not if I’m paying for the drinks.”

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After shopping with Perona and stopping at the club to announce to everyone I won by taking them out to celebrate. Night came quickly after finding a fabulous, glittering embellished corset kaftan mini dress in lilac that really made my girls in front looks good, and my girls in the back. I paired with some fake costume diamond earrings that again I guess I’m still a little cheap with some stuff, but they look better than real ones to me. No necklace with some cuff fake diamond bracelets like my earrings and glittering white sequin peep toe high platform heels with a sequin strap around my ankle. My hair was done by Perona in soft loose ringlets that bounced as I danced with her and the girls at the club as the music, my makeup of lilac with glitter with sparkling pink gloss lipstick. I was glammed up and feel extra good with the hard liquor running through my veils while dancing to the loud music booming through my ears and bass vibrating off my body to my feet. My body swayed to the music with one hand moving to the music, the other holding a mixed blue drink filled with liquor and sugar.

As much as I loved enjoying myself, my bladder, however, needed emptying with it kicking me in the stomach. I lend over telling Perona I was going to the bathroom though I don’t know if she heard with her grinding up against some guy. Moving my way through the packed crowd of the popular club we were in named 7 Sin Garden. Like the Garden of Eden take it upside down of dark flowers, neon lights, and extremely overpriced drinks. Either way it was a great club. Pushing the girl’s bathroom door open I swayed in my heels as I pushed on the doors until one opened after the fifth try to walk in locking the door behind me. Placing my drink on the tampon trashcan, I wiggled down my black panty thong as I sat down on the toilet exhaling as I emptied my bladder.

“Blllllllaauuughhhhhhhh!”

Ah, someone seems to have partied hard tonight. Heh, that might be me tomorrow.

“Blaugh ugh,” rolling my eyes as wiped myself before flushing and pulling my underwear up until I felt something hit my foot. Looking down to see a phone with a black case that looked like a maid outfit.

“Da fuck?” I reached down picking it up as I exited the stall before pushing on the stall before me which opened to see a young girl about my age in a skimpy long sleeve black dress with white frill on the bottom, around the neck area, and at the bottom of the sleeves. Soft white skin with thick, long black curls head down in the toilet with a long black cat tail with a white tip with matching ears with a frilly white headband with some black sequin on the headband. “Hey!” I called out trying to steady myself on the stall.

“What?” A groan of arrogance was said turning her head I finally got to see her face.

“Baby 5!” I exclaimed in shock.

What the hell was one of Doflamingo’s family members doing here! Fuck if he is here, I am gonna be pissed. I watched as she flushed the toilet staggering up in her black strapped heels.

“Who the hell are you?” She pushed past me wiping her mouth with her arm to the sink to try and wash her mouth out by drinking the water and spitting it out.

“Your boss Doflamingo keeps stalking me, and wants me to join his family,” I grumbled folding my arms still holding her phone.

She looked up in the mirror after spitting the water out to spin to me before catching herself as it made her dizzy from being drunk, “Your Bunny?” I nodded, “Yes. What are you doing here? Doflamingo isn’t here is he?”

“NO! He isn’t here, I ran from the mansion,” she exclaimed in a grumble upset looking depressed. “He beat up my Fiancé when he said he needed me and loved me!” Oh shit, I don’t expect such hard water works this fast and ugly crying too.

=Baby 5 has a weird thing that if you tell her, you need her, she will be completely smitten with you, and drop whatever to be with that person to be useful to them. She often mistakes remarks with flirtation and cannot tell the difference. =

That’s what Lawrence told me when I asked about Doflamingo’s family when showing him their website that had the most intimate family in it. She is naïve from what I can see, which I may be able to exploit. I smiled as I grabbed napkins as I began wiping her face of tears and smeared makeup, “Look Baby 5, men are stupid and will say anything to get something from a woman. I know because I had endured abuse more than two years of my old boss, and his employees.”

She sniffled pouting deep, “What’s that got to do that with me?”

I threw the paper towels away as I took her hands which she looked up so Doe eyed and innocent, fuck this may be too easy. “Baby 5, from what I can see that you are a strong young woman who does not need a man to feel loved or useful.”

“But-“ I held my finger up stopping her making her pout with the red lipstick.

“Baby 5 you don’t need them,” I said firmly, gripping hands shaking them lightly up and down. “They are weak,” I emphasized the word. “They are the weak, clawing at power and lust because they know they are ugly and want to fill themselves with pride while hurting women like us. You are strong like me, its just no one has ever told you that.”

I let go of her to see her lower lip quiver as her eyes welled up in tears, oh boy here it comes.

“Waaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” She threw herself at me and I nearly fell over from the sudden thrust her body as she tackled me in a tight hug crying. “NO ONE HAS BEEN SO KIND TO ME! WAAAAAAAHHHH!” “It’s okay, its okay,” I lightly patted her back rolling my eyes as I comfort her.

Suddenly she grasped my shoulders yanking herself back no longer crying looking extremely determined with what I can almost see hearts in her eyes. Oh no.  “You’re so amazing and insightful! Are we best friends? No, sisters!” she suddenly was now excited clapping her hands together while I looked quite uncomfortable.

Well, I dug this grave, might as well fill it.

I motioned my hands with her phone in hand to calm down, “Not sisters but we can start off with being a new friend I guess.”

“YAY!!!!” She tackled me in another hug, jumping excitedly as I stood stiff with this uncomfortable moment.

“Alright,” I pulled her off me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as I walked out of the bathroom. “Let’s go have a drink, my friends are with me celebrating my win against an asshole.”

“Yay!”

I pulled on her wrist as we moved through the crowd so I don’t lose her as we made it to the table as everyone was drinking and dancing swaying their body in slutty dresses feeling good with the music. “Hey!” I yelled as the music was blasting for everyone to hear me. “This is Baby 5, and she is going to party with us!”

“Hey Baby!” The girls waved at us as I handed Baby 5 who seemed happy a shot as we all threw them back. “Hey ladies,” I frowned as I turned to see three nice looking guys holding their drinks looking as if they were feeling good about hoping to get laid. “Can we join you?”

“Oh ye- “I stopped Baby 5 from answering as the other women didn’t look impressed as we were having fun without any men around.

“Sorry boys, party is full,” I replied to them, smiling fake.

“Oh c’mon,” the leader I guess moved close to me pushing his body up against me as I smelled his gawd awful cologne that was so overpowering I wanted to puke. His free hand moved up from my hip to my lower back. “Gorgeous woman like yourself with a dress like that, can make room for three more.” UGH! Gross!

I pulled his arm away from me pushing him off of me, just in time for me to hear a song I requested being to play as I looked at the other girls whom knew stood up coming to back me up.

“How about this song to explain why I don’t need you,” the other girls pushed them away as we began to move to the rhythm of the song making thew back away as we took to the dance floor as Baby 5 watched in awe.

First off it’s a dress, not a yes  

I lip synced to the lyrics of Aston of her song For the Girls, dancing as I waved my index finger at him.

I wear it because I got good legs

(uh-huh)

I emphasized my legs showing off my backside as the girls around me danced showing off their own bodies.

It’s not an invite to my table

Don’t talk to me I’m not impressed  

We all sneered at them in disgust as we walked towards them in style brushing them off, as they were started to look offended.

(Hell Nah)

No you can’t buy my drinks

You’re lame and your jokes really stink  

We waved our hands around our face as if he smelled horrible.

You deaf when you hear me say no

Pray for my life till I catch a glimpse  

We spread out as I was in the middle dancing as the crowd grew watching up enjoying this show. The women going crazy cheering us on as we stood up to these pricks when we were just trying to have fun.

All the girlies walk in the bar

We be really looking like superstars

(bum bum bum)

Yeah, we know who the fuck we are

Tonight’s the night

We’re getting on  

We danced around grinning as we moved feeling sexy and powerful.

All the men tryna swing my way

Get up off of me and get out my face

We motioned to them pushing them away from us even more as if they were the last thing we wanted to be with.

I don’t do shit for you okay

No lie, cause I

I do it for  

We moved back into the middle of the dance floor, dancing in high heels showing ourselves off to them and the crowd with me in front. 

Yеah I dress up for the girls

And I go out for the girls

Look super hot for the girls

Do it all

For the girls

For the girls

For the girls, girls  

Dancing around showing off our hair, breast, and nails.

Nails, hair lips for the girls

Swinging back my hips for girls

Doing everything for the girls

Do it all

For the girls

For the girls

For the girls, girls  

I walked up to the guy who touched me looked upset with the girls coming up behind me to support me.

Mister have you got more to say

(I hope not)

Cause talking to you is a pain

Every minute I’m losing a brain cell

Blah blah blah blah man I should get paid  

Spinning my head around and holding my hand up as if he owes me money before walking away again, we danced.

For all of things I been through

I’m done and it’s all cause of you

Why you making my night so painful

Why you gotta ruin it what the heck you doing bitch  

I spun around pointing at the other women in the crowd as they danced sexy and posing.

All the girlies walk in the bar

We be really looking like superstars

Yeah we know the fuck we are

Tonights the night

We’re getting on

All the men tryna swing my way

Get up off of me and get out my face

I don’t do shit for you okay

No lie, cause I

I do it for  

We danced faster as the song was coming to a close.

I dress up for the girls

And I go out for the girls

Look super hot for the girls

Do it all

For the girls

For the girls

For the girls, girls  

Dancing as I grabbed my breast and ass lifting them up.

These nails hair lips for the girls

Swing it back my hips for girls

Do everything for the girls

Do it all

For the girls

For the girls

For the girls, girls  

We hit a final sexy pose together as the song ended having the crowd rush to us excited they saw something cool and exciting tonight as we all laughed flipping of the guys who tried to come into our fun. They scoffed turning away as we couldn’t help but laugh harder as we went back to our table.

“Oh, my gawd that was so fun!” Perona exclaimed, as she held her phone. “I got the whole thing recorded! Oh, my gawd you are such a good dancer, all of you are!” The other girls cheered as I know they had a ton of fun too.

“That was amazing!” Baby 5 came up to me more stares in her eyes like she never seen something like this before. “No wonder the Young Master wants you! You’re incredible!”

“Yeah, I want no part of what your family does Baby 5, sorry to say this but I do not like Doflamingo. In fact, I hate him to my very core!” I shouted for her to hear me through the music. I grunted as I poured myself another shot, “Forget about him, let’s drink!”

Everyone cheered as we went back to hard drinking and dancing.

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I sat in the round booth at the back of the club where we moved as someone spilled stuff on the table getting our clutches wet. Swaying side to side as I was wasted drinking another sweet drink as my feet hurt from dancing to take a break while some of the girls left and just me, Perona, Baby 5, and two others were still at the club. My face was flushed as I swayed to see Baby 5 phone vibrating, so I picked it up to see Doflamingo was calling.

I snickered grinning like an idiot as I put the phone to my ear.

“Where the fuck are you Baby 5! I told you not to leave the mansion!” Ooh, someone is pissed! I laughed out loud at him, “Do you think this is funny!”

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I snickered leaning forward on the table still grinning. I didn’t hear anything until, “Bunny?” he seemed surprised I wasn’t the women he was calling to pick up.

“That’s right Joker, pfft what a stupid name,” I laughed lightly leaning back on the leather booth. “I got Baby 5.”

“Where is she?” he sounded fuck what’s the word I’m trying to think of: concerned. Nah, curious maybe. I don’t know.

I looked to the crowd from where I sat to see her dancing with the girls, having told them no man gets near her. She seemed to be having a ton of fun and drunk off her ass.

“Bunny!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “Huh?” “Bunny, where are you right now?” He seemed annoyed waiting for my answer.

“Fuck, uh a club,” I literally busted out laughing as I knew it was going to piss him off.

“This isn’t funny Bunny,” oh he must be seething trying to keep him composure. “Tell me where you are?” “No.”

“No?” he repeated my words back like he wasn’t expecting someone to say ‘no’ to him.

“Nope,” I giggled swaying. “Too much fun, and lots of alcohol. Byeeeee!” “No Bunny don’t –“ I hung up on him throwing my head back laughing like a mad woman.

Dumb fuck ha ha!

Placing the phone down I moved out of the booth with my drink, leaving the phone on the table with my chained black sequin purse clutch hung off my right hip. Screw him, I’m going to have fun. I have the right too after the fucking shit I’ve gone through. I joined everyone as we continued to dance and drink in the crowd.

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Music playing, my body was swaying as my eyes were closed with my drink half gone as I moved my hands up to the beat and over my body feeling good. Feeling a large hand on my right upper I swayed into someone. Fuck who smells so good like musk, cologne, and tropical air. Groaning, I looked up to see in the blinding flashing club lights to see Doflamingo holding onto me to keep my steady against him grinning like he caught a mouse.

“Da fuck?” How did he find me? I was just confused though my brain wasn’t working to the liquor.

Staggering off of him as his hand still gripped my arm to steady me, I could see his was dressed in a slick white shirt that felt like silk opening up to show off his chest, white pants that stopped above his ankles with looked like some weird flame or strip look that were some pink colors. His weird, pointed slip on shoes, and his feathered coat.

“Your fashion style is atrocious,” I grumbled looking displeased with the way it looks. Looks too disco like, gross. His other hand grabbed my other arm trying to keep my standing upright as I staggered on the floor in these heels.

“You look lovely yourself my dear,” He leaned down to me, but I put my hand on the side of his face pushing him away though I had no strength it just slipped off of him.

“Go away, I’m having fun,” I groaned, going to take a sip of my drink to see it wasn’t there. Looking down I saw that it was on the floor. “Damn.”

“I think you’ve had enough my dear,” he spoke obviously hearing me slur my words.

“No!” I shook out of his grip staggering away to the table to get another of the few I ordered before. “I’m fine, go away.” Reaching the table I leaned on it to almost laying on the table to reach for the drink until Doflamingo-butt took it before I could, “Give it back!” I groaned whining like my toy was taken away. Standing up I reached for it, but he raised it up keeping it far from my grasp when I bumped into him again reaching for it. I reached up on my tip toes not realizing his hand was on my lower back keeping me against him as he grinned at my drunken stupor.

I felt his chest jump from him laughing lowly as he placed the drink on the booth top seat, “You’ve have had enough my dear, heaven only knows how much you have had to drink.”

“I stopped counting after nine, including shots,” I snickered grinning up at him for his to grow even wider at me. “Yes, Bunny, I can smell it on your breath,” he grunted as I felt him lift me off the floor with his hand under my bottom as I just lay limp against him with my cheek resting on his shoulder. “Smells heavily of sugar and liquor.”

I giggled rubbing my cheek against his frame smiling, “I like sweet stuff.” “I remember from our second meeting you mentioned this, having almost stabbed me over some baked goods,” he reminded me as I could see that he was walking through the crowd holding me with his left hand on my upper back to keep me close to him in the crowd.

“Hey!” I hit the side of his cheek grasping his jaw as I tried sitting myself up, making him grin with his left side going up showing off his canines. “Those were the best baked goods in the world, and they were mine. No sharing!” I booped his nose pushing up on it, he chuckled deep.

“Deeply noted, my dear,” he replied grasping my hand pulling it away as I swayed while being carried for him to press me back down as he moved to the back of the club exit.

Once the door opened, I felt the rush of cold air his making me hiss curling myself up from the sudden assault of the outside air when the club was so warm. “Too cold,” grumbling as I pressed my face into his neck wrapping my arms around me to keep warm. Feeling something soft, I opened my eyes half-way feeling sleepy to see Doflamingo covered me with his feathered coat. Looking ahead through my hazing drunken view, was a large black limo with Diamante smoking with Lao G standing there waiting.

“Did you get her?” I heard Doflamingo speak but it felt like I was under water.

“She’s knocked out drunk,” Diamante replied, tossing the cigarette away. He sneered as he walked up to me, “See you caught another drunken bunny.”

I stared deadpan at him, “You need a Tic Tac.”

Doflamingo lets out a snicker before raising his fist to his mouth to control himself from laughing at my drunken self, while I grinned at Diamant who looked pissed.

“Why you!” Diamante growled almost ready to rip my head off.

“Stop it, she is drunk, now get into the car. We’re leaving,” Doflamingo ordered as Diamante grumbled curse words at me under his breath as Doflamingo followed him into the back of the limo. Having settled me against him in his lap as Lao shut the door behind him, I saw Baby 5 on the ground of the limo sprawled out.

“Is she dead?” I mumbled out low. “Fu fu fu no, she is just sleeping,” Doflamingo replied as Lao got into the driver side to then drive off.

Doflamingo was still holding me with his coat wrapped around me as I was starting to shake. “Cold?” he asked.

“Very,” I replied as I watched him turn the heater on.

“Better?” he hummed at me.

“I guess.”

“Lao take us to Bunny’s apartment,” Doflamingo ordered. Though from hearing that I started to laugh hysterically, he looked down at me with a grin, “Pray telling me what you find so funny, Bunny?”

I tried to contain my snickering, kicking my feet up and down, “I moved. HA!” I threw my head back laughing like a mad woman throwing my hands up like I was celebrating the excitement of my new apartment and him not knowing. Sucka! I swayed side to side as I slid off his leg to be sitting now in between Doflamingo’s legs with my own legs draped over his left leg. “Your legs are weird,” snickers again. “Like a bird.” I used my index fingers as if they were imitation of legs stupidly grinning.

“You are most defiantly drunk Bunny, definitely like this side of you,” Doflamingo stated, but I turned almost falling which he held me from my back.

I look up at him poking him in the cheek, “No.”

His shoulders bounced a bit chuckling, his hand softly grasped mine brushing his lips to my wrist, “Really because I find it to be quite erotic seeing you so inebriated like this.” He purred deeply, sticking his tongue out to lick the skin of my wrist.

“Ugh,” I shuddered in disgust as I yanked my hand from him rubbing his salvia off on his coat. “That is gross! Fuck, I might catch an STD from you now.” Grasping my chin, he made me look up at him and his predatory grin, “I’m clean and free of any disease my dear.” “You’re still ugly to me,” he frowned at me as I jerked my head from his grip. “Like I told the guys in the club, you’re not worth it.”

I folded my arms even with the heater I was still cold, I grabbed his coat and wrapped it around me, fuck him I just want to be warm. Yawning big with me swaying I did notice his hand pull me against him as I was struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Bunny.” ”Hmm?” “Where is your new apartment so I can bring you home?” His voice sounded far off with my eyes closing when I felt my hair being smoothed out.

“no,” I moaned as it felt nice with my hair being touched. Feels like when I go to salon and they wash your hair, ugh the sensation is so good.

“Why not?”

“don’t trust you,” I mumbled sleepily.

“Hmm,” I heard him say but I was already falling asleep.

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Doflamingo stared down at Bunny as she was deep asleep against him as curled up in his coat to stay warm. His right hand softly tangled his long fingers through her soft locks feeling far softer than any expensive fabric he has or ever wore. Her bunny ears laying against his neck of the soft hairs brushing up against his own skin. Turning his head as his nose brushed against the soft fur smelling the scent of strawberries, and vanilla that was mixed with the scent of others in the club. His eyes closing taking in the scent, Doflamingo couldn’t explain why it made him feel so relaxed as his shoulders were tight to lower down more relaxed.

‘don’t trust you.’

His eyes opening, glaring at the window making him frown deeply. Lifting his head to stare down at Bunny, as he didn’t know what to do with her. She was the most frustrating woman he has met that doesn’t fall for his charms and sway of his words even when she is completely wasted. He even went on the record in court where he had never been in his entire life of his career to try and help her. Yet she still is correct that he doesn’t do anything for free, nothing he did was for free which is why is trying to come up with a plan to get her to his company. Why she still holding on to the information about his family that would destroy him she hasn’t, so it still makes him wonder why she hasn’t told anyone or the government that’s been after him.

“Young Master,” Doflamingo looked ahead as Lao had called for him. “Where to?” Shifting his jaw thinking, looking down to his little bunny asleep against him till a thought popped into his head as he grins making Diamante sweat from it. “Take us home.”

“But-“Diamante pointed at Bunny.

“Like I said, take us home fu fu fu,” Doffy chuckled dark as he looked back down as he cradled Bunny to his form. “This is going to be fun.”

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Giolla sat in the main living room reading a magazine waiting for the Young Master and Diamante to come home with baby 5 who ran off to some club. She wore an elegant tight teal dress with gold embroidered flowers on it. Her hair up in the stylish do she does with lion ears with yellow tips with the base being orange. Hearing the door closed, Giolla turned to see Diamante with Baby 5 over his shoulder completely passed out.

“Oh goodness this child really,” Giolla put her hands on her hips shaking her head in disappointment.

“Yeah, well she is going to regret it tomorrow with the hangover she is going to get,” Diamante grunted as he walked past to head towards the couch to dump Baby 5 on the round luxurious cream Baroque embroidered pillows as he stretched his lower back from how much Baby 5 weighs.

Giolla looked to see the Young Master, but he was carrying a young woman with bunny ears passed out cradled in his arms. Giolla’s mouth opened in shock as she watches the Young Master walked up the spiraling white marble stairs with a black railing. Giolla looked stunned to see this turned to Diamante thumb pointing at the Master, “Who is the Young Master holding?”

“That’s Bunny, the woman the Young Master is trying to get to come work with us,” Diamante scoffed rolling his shoulders as he bent down to pick Baby 5 back up again to bring to her room.

“Wait, you mean the woman who fired the Young Master form the Strip Club and went to court to help?” Giolla exclaimed shocked, looking back up to the stairs where Doflamingo disappeared too, then back at Diamante who nodded.

“Yeah, that’s her,” Diamante sighed as he walked off annoyed carrying the drunk family member. “She’s pretty scrappy, I’ll give her that.” Diamante replied as he walked off down a different hall.

Giolla looked back up at the balcony as she heard from about this woman for the past few weeks about this woman Doflamingo was so interested in. For someone who even made Doflamingo feel so different in his emotions and obsession was becoming interesting. Walking to the stair as she went up to follow where Doflamingo had wandered off too with the woman in his arms. Her heels clicking on the hard floor as she moved up the step to see where the Young Master went up to the third floor which has his main room and two others. Walking down the hall, Giolla stopped stunned to the door to a room that was most important to actually see open. Quietly walking she peered through the door to see the Young Master sitting on the side of the large bed with his back to her. Walking in onto the soft carpet as the room was completely filled with darkness, only lighting coming from the hall. Slowly creeping in as she moved to see the Young Master looking down at the woman named Bunny (odd name) but to see that Doflamingo was just looking at her with a such emotionless expression. His shoulders were dropped, his cat ears relaxed, and the tip of his tail motionless with her legs still laying over his lap with his own feathered coat laying half off the foot of the bed.

“Young Master?” Giolla spoke softly, making Doffy’s ears perk up to look at her to this smile softly.

“Ah Giolla, you didn’t have to stay up,” Doflamingo replied, his voice low probably not to wake the girl.

“I wanted to make sure you came back safely with Baby 5 running off to heaven knows where,” Giolla replied, stepping closer to him. She does worry for the Young Master; she will follow him anywhere but also as if he was her own son. She may have taken care of most of the family as a mother figure as much as she can.

“Yes, Bunny here,” Doffy turned back to Bunny. “Picked up Baby 5’s cell while she was at the same club as Baby 5 was located with her cellphone tracking still on where we found them.”

“I see,” Giolla trialed off in her soft tone as she watched how the Young Master was acting.

She watched as his hand moved feather like on her legs as it moved to her ankle as he began unlatching the clasp of her heel. Slowly removing then stopped when Bunny groan moving in her sleep to roll on her side, her arm laying across the plush thick blankets. Once she settled from letting out a sigh, Doffy continued to remove the heel, Doflmaingo inhaled through his teeth of a hiss when the smell of blood fills the air as Giolla could see in such little light. Bunny’s pumps from all of her dancing and being drunk mustn’t have looked to see the back of the pumps digging harshly into her Achilles heel cutting deep for blood to seep to the bottom of her feet. “Damn,” Doffy cursed under his breath seeing this.

“Oh my, I will fetch the First Aid Kit,” Giolla seeing the blood rushed out of the room to get the kit for Doffy.

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“Damn,” Doffy cursed under his breath, he could lightly smell the blood from when they were in the limo, yet he had not realized her heels were this badly cut.

He heard Giolla gasp once seeing the blood to get the First Aid Kit, so he continued to remove the second heel to see it wasn’t as bad as it was on the right heel. She must have been so drunk from the alcohol to be numb to the pain in her feet. Examining the foot as it was deeply cut, but nothing of significant to be damaged. If taken care of properly, Doffy imagines it will barely leave a scar. Inhaling deep as the scent filled his nose, it was a very familiar scent he was accustomed to with his line of work. It didn’t faze him but what he didn’t like was that it was spilled by her own feet. Doflamingo didn’t want Bunny to be harmed unless he was the one to do so, yet deep within him he also didn’t want a hair on head harmed which was conflicting to him. She was so fierce in her convictions against him, her distaste for his lifestyle, and wasn’t charmed by his silver tongue. She spits insults at him which make him feel hysterically giddy, her threats warmed his gullet, and hitting him had him greatly aroused.

“I brought a small bowl to help wash her feet of the blood,” snapping from his thoughts as Giolla came back into the room kneeling beside him with a bowl of water, a towel, and the kit turning on the lamp on the dresser beside the bed to give better light.

She went to wipe the blood from Bunny’s foot when Doflamingo grasped her wrist tight, making her look up at him confused. “I’ll do it,” Giolla was gob smacked with shock actually hearing the Young Master say this. Never has he ever tended to a wound, or to the family that was ever hurt. Her mouth jaw dropped not knowing what to say except nod, handing the towel to Doffy after letting go of her wrist.

“I – I – very well Young Master, I – I will leave you to it,” standing up as she stuttered to hurry out of the room closing the door behind her not making a sound as the door clicked shut.

Doflamingo breath deep staring down at the towel in his open palm to clench it tight, clenching his eyes tight as memories of the past flood his mind to shake his head clearing them from his mind. That wasn’t the time to dwell on those memories, Doffy moved the bowl to the dresser dipping the tip of the towel to soak in the water as he began to slowly wipe the blood away. Doffy was beginning to scare himself with how delicate he was wiping away the blood, he was never gentle with anything, in women, business, or torture of his enemies.

‘What are you doing to me Bunny?’ his thoughts constantly running over this.

Doffy sat deathly silent for the minutes that passed so slowly as he wiped clean her feet till he could see the cuts on her ankles more clearly. Eyes behind his glasses scanned through the colored leans examining them closely. Sliding off the bed, Doffy leaned on his left shoulder, he traced his right ring finger along her soft skin of her upper ankle down slowly of the side of her foot to the tip of her big toe. Looking over her frame as she slept, blissfully unaware of where she was, deep with the monster’s strong hold. Knowing how pathetically weak she was in his hands, why did he feel such solace. Breathing deep, he moved to the First Aid Kit as it was open from Giolla to pick up the disinfectant ointment. Squeezing out a small amount, Doflamingo in the lightest of touch smooth the ointment over the cut.

“Mmnnn,” ear perked up straight as he stopped when Bunny moaned in pain from the cool ointment with her toes curling up before settling back down.

Doffy continued letting out a breath he was holding as he did the same to the other heel. Once done, he gently wrapped her feet, even knowing it had been years Doflamingo knew how to properly wrap a wound. Standing up while ignoring the leg that almost was asleep from sitting on it for so long, gently tucked Bunny’s legs under the thick covers and body to keep warm. Moving the kit and bowl to the bathroom of the bedroom, he poured the water discolored of blood down the drain, the First Aid Kit in the lower cabinet, and the towel in the trash. Turning off the light, Doflamingo walked back over to the bed with his hands in his pockets staring down at Bunny. She was curled up breathing even as her hair was sprawled over the pillow, ears flopped in different direction, and nose buried in the blanket. Leaning down as he turned the lamp off, he grabbed his coat and left the room.

‘Tomorrow is going to be interesting,” he thought as he closed the door a grin stretching across his face wide. Chuckling to himself, Doffy walked to his room knowing he was going to sleep very well that night.

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[styxisms]

General:

Muse Name: Takeba Yukari Age: 17 (verse dependent) Race: human Weapon/Arcana: Archery / Lovers Faceclaim: tba

Personality:

Positive Traits: Loyal, kind, caring, smart, compassionate Negative traits: Abrasive, emotional, pessimistic, traumatized Skills: Archery, makeup, fashion, cooking (decent), healing Likes: watching tv / movies, fashion, makeup, archery, Dislikes: Men (most of them), perverts, relying on others. Summary: Yukari can be aloof and abrasive. She struggles to trust and engage with men due to her past. She hates looking weak and vulnerable. She doesn't like asking for help. She has a tendency to lash out when she gets emotional. But aside from that, Yukari is a kind girl who tries to take care of others and protect them. She is popular in school and cares a little too much about how others see her.

History: Yukari was only 6 years old when her life was changed forever. That was when her beloved father died in an accident at work. An accident that everyone blamed him for. The company he worked for shifted the blame entirely to him, ruining his family's reputation as well as leaving his wife and daughter without income or a beloved family member. Yukari remembers her father fondly. However, that carefree life was over.

After the accident, Yukari's mother sought solace and support in the arms of any man that would take her. Moving around due to the poor reputation of their family, Yukari was always picked on an pitied at school. Her deadbeat mother barely paid her any mind so long as she had the affections of a man to keep her warm at night. She ran away from her pain, ignoring her daughter who had just lost her father.

Eventually, Yukari got away from her mother and her reputation. Going to the school on the very same island her father worked at. There, she would be able to find answers to what happened. The school was owned by the company after all. And her dream got closer to being a reality when she woke up in the nightmarish Dark Hour. Awakening to the power of a Persona, Yukari knew it all had something to do with her father.... She just had to be brave and find the truth.

Verses:

i won't be a casualty- main verse. takes place during p3

this is me trying - post game. (au where the answer doesn't happen - leads into p5r verse)

Important!!!

I do not really fw the answer or any spin offs. I do not like the way Yukari is handled in almost any post-p3 material. Everything after the end of the game is hc only.

MUSE TAG

[2dumb2furious]

Very long post and a lot of across the Spiderverse spoilers incoming:

I finally watched across the spider-verse yesterday and I couldn’t stop thinking about the Miles & Gwen and Percy & Annabeth parallels in that movie.

Starting with Gwen and Annabeth because they are not as similar as Miles and Percy but there’s still things to talk about. Gwen being Spiderman ending with her friend dying and getting blamed for it by her dad making her run away reminded me a lot of Annabeth being a demigod ending with monsters attacking her family a lot and getting blamed for it by her dad making her run away. Running away to a place where people have special abilities like you and fitting in and learning about it, thinking you can never go back to where you came from. Both had one of their only friends die (Peter) or at least be dead-adjacent (Thalia) which made them closed off and felt guilty even though it wasn’t their fault. And on a lighter note how Gwen was talking to the Vulture that didn’t belong to her universe and then Miguel just screamed Annabeth to me, like her clear pride that she wasn’t confused actually and knew about the multiverses and was trying to show what she was made off was peak Annabeth to me. Personality wise I just feel like their confidence and maturity for their age due to their experiences are really really similar. Also both of them eventually going back to their dads who have learnt to accept them for their abilities and they decide to make another try.

Miles and Percy have a lot of differences, main ones being their upbringing, school-lives and also Mile’s artistic side and being a bit of a genius (Percy is still really smart though just in a different way). BUT COME ON THEYRE ALSO SUPER SIMILAR!! A kid from New York with got special abilities they can use to defeat monsters. Having to balance being a normal teenager and having to fight monsters with no control over when and where (the school meeting scene in the movie reminded me of Percy so much). Not being able to tell normal people about their abilities. Discovering that there are more people like them with these abilities shortly after discovering said abilities. Finding a new sense of belonging with these people like you but not quite being like them either. Being betrayed by one of the few people you felt close to (Aaron and Luke). Being one of the most powerful of the people like you but still treated like a kid and not being let known as much as you want to know. It turning out you’re actually not meant to be who you are at all (Miles being an anomaly and Percy being a child of a big three despite them having an oath to not have kids). Having a horrible destiny you’re told you can’t do anything about (Percy’s prophecy they thought meant he was going to die and Mile’s canon events). Their loyalty to the people closest to them and their family. Miles in the entire latter of half of the movie screamed Percy. AND THEIR SENSES OF HUMOR!!!! You could give Mile’s jokes to Percy and vice versa and it would sound perfectly in character and they both use it as a way to break the tension and shows the really quick-witted way they look at the world.

Now their dynamic together. They both got that sweet awkward teenagers that care a lot about each other and are clearly in love but won’t admit it. They miss each other a lot and understand each other in a way nobody else does. They trust each other with their lives. Gwen and Annabeth always trusting Miles and Percy despite being hurt and betrayed by others before. Gwen joining the spider-society before Miles and having to keep secrets just like Annabeth has been at camp half-blood for a lot longer than Percy and not being able to tell him everything. Both Gwen and Annabeth are therefore put in a position of more experience and trust from the leaders in juxtaposition to Miles and Percy who know the least out of everyone and is constantly trying to gain the trust Gwen/Annabeth already have. Annabeth and Gwen also know something about Percy and Miles they can’t tell him (Gwen knowing Miles is an anomaly and Annabeth knowing Percy’s prophecy that heavily implies he’s gonna die). Percy and Miles as someone with a good parent/parents talks to Annabeth/Gwen about their dads and they open up about it. The slight jealousy element with Hobie and Gwen reminded me of the jealousy elements within Percabeth, both a tiny bit with Luke but also Rachel if Rachel would’ve been Annabeth’s friend/potential love interest and not Percy’s (the Hobie thing is a bit less intense than the Rachel thing though but still the roles Hobie and Rachel fulfill in regards to the main relationship is similar in that also Rachel was someone for Percy to feel normal around and being in Hobie’s dimension was a place Gwen could stay that wasn’t just headquarters also Rachel and Hobie would get extremely well along you can’t change my mind).

I ALSO NEED TO POINT OUT BECAUSE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT PERCY PRINTING OUT A PICTURE OF ANNABETH TO HAVE IN HIS NOTEBOOK BECAUSE HE MISSES HER IS THE NON-ARTIST EQUIVALENT OF MILES DRAWING A MILLION SKETCHES OF GWEN!!