#who is this pink frilly catgirl .

[awawawawawaa]

failed angels

[tomurasprincess]

thinking about being AfO's little cat girl.

he dresses you in expensive clothes

frilly skirts, sweaters, a pink collar and leash, crop tops, anything overly cutesy really. he likes clothes that make you look super innocent. (yes even the langerie he buys you)

you will always kind and obedient for your master, who is always there to take care of you and make sure all of your needs are met.

"master"

especially when he is pumping various toys in and out of both of your holes, while he has a bullet vibrator nuzzled against your cute little clit.

"t-thank you master! please d-don't stop it f-feels so g-good!!"

AfO always rewards for good behavior ;)

yea this has a bunch of lewding possibilities, but SFW stuff??

just curling up in his lap and purring as he gently plays with your hair.

him hand feeding you sweet desserts and sticking his fingers slightly past your lips to make sure you don't drop any crumbs.

napping on the big soft cat bed he has for you, right beside his chair that acts like his throne as he talks with his henchmen.

speaking of henchmen, they are all lowkey scared of being around you because of how protective AfO is over you.

they be jealous tho!! they want a personal cat girl, too. just teetering around, addressing them as "master" 😳✋

Warnings: Dubcon, heat cycles, manipulation, yandere

Why am I imagining the idea that reader is a literal catgirl, with some form of cat quirk that he picks up off the street as a stray. A cat girl that goes into heat like a regular cat...

He waits until you’re fully in heat before he takes you for the first time. Until you’re whimpering and crying, begging him to fuck you to relieve the ache you feel inside of you. Makes it seem like he’s doing you a favor when he fucks you through your heat.

And you ARE grateful. You’re a stray used to going through your heat by yourself, an absolutely miserable and agonizing experience. And then he treats you so well, spoils you with anything that you have ever wanted. 

Gets you a shiny new collar with your name on it, all of the adorable clothes and accessories you can’t help but love. Holds you and gives you all the affection that you could ever want.

Before long, you’re completely his, willing to do anything he wants. He’s so good to you, how could you not practically worship the man? 

[insomniac-jay]

Kaede!! Shes 110% pink, i originally didnt add the pearl necklace cuz it didnt feel like it had enough room but tbh i dress like that too. theres always more room for jewelry and bullshit. Faer a fancy gal im obsessed w how this came out. i feel like shes abt to start tap dancing on the spot

HIMIKO MY BELOVED. Im in love w their bunny theme and i always wanted them to keep the galaxy hoodie & staff. im also glad everyone who draws himiko fancy has the same idea about the charms on the hat.

Either him or Kaede are probably my favorite,,, I dont like Makis canon outfit from a logical or character design standpoint and in my head maki is always in overalls. also one of those side strap backpacks because theyre a bit more convenient

Love love love Miu just going full pink. The tattoos and weird hair also fit her. weird ass gloves

Tenko. Catgirl,

Her hair is pretty short, but its tied back in tight braids that go around her hair bow thingy. I love the cute designs it fits her,,, and i love this girl so much and i hate the fact that she truly is the kind of person to wear socks and sandals. Also she shouldve kept the sharp teeth & i love the gi, the weird frilly school uniform feels like such a cop out

Simple. Goth. kept the tie and web-y collar cuz i thought it fit. I love her veil more than anything

Mugi!!! Xe shouldve had pigtails. I had an old redesign with the exact same idea about suspenders with a fuckton of anime pins. Every tsumugi redesign i see is everyone just saying that xe needs to look FAR nerdier. I agree

ANGIE. ENDED UP BEING MY FAVORITE. LOOKIT SIER. In love with the paint splattered jacket. gave sier scrunchies cuz sie deserves it. also drawing this made me realize that sie doesnt wear sandals ?? Long skirt & curly hair angie rights, absolutely in love with sier, 12/10.

ignore the schoolwork i did this instead of class

NO WORDS CAN DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I💜💜💜💜

[thygoddessouijathicc]

THE GANG GETS FUCKING ISEKAIED:

(Disclaimer: This is the best and worst thing I’ve ever done. This is just a really bad unfunny joke please don’t be offended :( this is inspired less by actual anime and more by parodies I’ve seen, I actually really like anime.)

Jack was just chilling with the Flipside squad and all 3 phone guys when suddenly a truck bursted through the fucking wall and killed all of tjem.

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Jack woke up in a magical forest. Immediately, he feels an abundance of magical anime powers and titties.

His friends have all been TRANSFORMED!

Only Dee and Dave are present because I guess the phones spawnpoint is somewhere else idk.

Dee is a dragon and looks really cool ngl, but his attention is taken up by Dave. Dave has seemingly multiplied into a gaggle of 12 long necked purple anime girls… it’s horrifying.

Dee wakes up, sees the abundance of Daves and decides today is not her day and flies the fuck off to go do cool dragon things.

The true horrOwOr begins when the ✨DAVE COLLECTIVE✨awakens from its 80085 year slumber, and Jack is immediately serenaded by the voice of 12 men with a heavy New York accent in the body of anime girls saying weird things.

“What the fuck happened, this feels like 50 hangovers and I JUST got drunk.” The most normal looking Dave says. “Wait why the fuck do I have boobs!?”

TsunDave walks up to Jack and says “Baka! It’s not like I like you or anything!”and then slaps Jack.

“Ara ara!” says the horrifying Dave Milfer.

“Notice me Sportpai!” Says an extra crazy looking YanDave brandishing a knife.

“I awm wiving in agOwOnizing paiwn UwU.” A Dave with cat ears says.

“I-I-I uhhh… wh-why h-hello t-there O-Old Sport Kun.” A very shy Dave says.

“I’m gonna cut off your face because it’s hot sportsy.” SaDave says.

“Hello there Old Sport wanna go make friends with the nearby monsters?” An innocent Dave says.

“I have a dark backstory and am basically a catgirl but better because DOGGO.” An edgy wolfgirl Dave says.

“Sup Sportsy.” KuuDave says.

“Wouldst thou take my hand in marriage and become the king?” A Dave in a frilly dress asks.

Finally the last Dave days nothing but just falls over in an uncomfortable position with his boobs bouncing way too much.

All of the Dave’s (except the first one who just seems to be the original Dave who is very confused about what is going on and is more interested in figuring out why he has boobs honestly.) fight over Jack’s attention until the area is disrupted with something not quite as bad as the Dave Collective, but still weird.

An army of demons (some recognizably the phone guy’s are carrying a platform with a curtain around it. In front of Jack they stop, place the platform down.

“After all these years we have finally tracked down the legendary hero capable of both whipping and nae naeing at the same time! Now face your end at the hands of our great STEVEN LORD!”

The curtain opens to reveal a very confused and terrified Steven standing on the platform.

Everything goes silent. No one even knows what to do right now.

Suddenly the entire forest just fucking sets on fire.

“What the FUCK?!” Jack cries.

“Yeah things keep on spontaneously combusting. I think it’s because of that.” Peter says, pointing to the Dave Collective.

“You know what, fuck all this shit I’m getting out of here.” Jack says, grabbing the original Dave, the fanservice Dave and running off into the sunset. 

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“SO HOW DID YOU LIKE THE FIRST EPISODE OF YOUR ETERNAL TORTURE HENRY MILLER?” The shadow Doggo asks the pink man wearing a maid dress.

“Please just kill me.”

“LETS WATCH EPISODE TWO NOW.” Blackjack says.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The end.

(Note: penis)

[recentanimenews]

Don’t Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro – 06 – RPG Dreams and Triple Teams

Naoto wakes up in a heavenlike place, assigned a mage’s staff, and before he knows it he’s falling from the sky into a fantasy RPG world, complete with Nagatoro in skantily-dressed catgirl cosplay.

He manages to protect her from the fire breath of a dragon (who turns out to be Gamo-chan) and Nekotoro rewards him with a peck on the cheek—which would be his first kiss, were this not obviously a dream.

Because it was only a matter of time before things took a turn when Gamo and Yosshi showed up, the four arrive at the Demon Lord’s castle, where the three girls change into even skimpier outfits and reveal that collectively they are the Demon Lord.

They prepare to make him their toy, and he wakes up screaming…in the middle of the family restaurant, just as Nagatoro and her friends spot him. He quickly flees, but leaves behind his sketchbook…full of drawings of Nekotoro, which Nagatoro is surely secretly happy about.

In the next segment, Naoto is simply relaing in the miracle of air conditioning when he gets a call from Nagatoro—that’s right, a phone call—urging him to join her at the beach. When he meets up, he learns Gamo-chan and Yosshi are also in attendance, which serves as some nice symmetry to his RPG dream.

When they arrive, Gamo does what anyone who arrives at a beach would do: take off her shirt and shorts to reveal her black string bikini. When she notices Paisen gawking, she makes it a point to flaunt her bod, and Yosshi joins in with her frilly pink bikini.

Not to be outdone, Nagatoro removes her oversized undershirt to reveal her black-bordered white bikini…as well as her swim club tan lines. That’s right: no one-piece school swimsuits among these cool girls. Naoto retreats to buy the girls drinks.

Nagatoro, Gamo and Yosshi go swimming in the ocean, but Naoto remains under the beach umbrella sketching, worried about sunburn. Nagatoro engages him, offering to apply sunblock to her Senpai … “gently.” When he says that’s something only people dating should do—and he and her aren’t that—Nagatoro is clearly hurt.

She dispenses swift punishment, in the form of liberally squirting sunblock on Naoto, then rubbing it into his back…with her foot. As she does so, she starts to smirk and blush, and Naoto blushes too, indicating this is something both of them are into.

But when Yosshi puts her foot on Naoto as well, observing that it looked liked fun, Nagatoro makes clear she’s not having fun; she is doing her duty as a domme, putting her sub in his place for putting distance between them.

Gamo also joins in, which means Naoto has three beautiful girls pushing him into the sand with their feet. Once he’s sufficiently sunblocked, Nagatoro takes the lead in pushing him towards the water.

While Naoto is not the strongest swimmer, he’d buoyed—literally—by the fact that it’s easier to float in salt water. He, Nagatoro, Gamo and Yosshi proceed to have a blast swimming and splashing in the ocean and then having ramen at the seaside cafe.

That night, when Naoto is back home, Nagatoro calls him to ask if he had fun, and Naoto admits that he did. Of course he did! Not only did three drop-dead gorgeous girls deign to spend time with him and sully their feet so that he wouldn’t suffer sunburn; he also managed to sketch Nagatoro in a moment of pure joy. Thus his summer was not wasted.

Naoto and Hayase may not be “dating” per se, but it’s made abundantly clear by both his dream and the beach trip that the pair are good friends who enjoy hanging out, and her friends have fully accepted him as someone she genuinely cares about. Sure, they can go overboard in messing with him, but at the end of the day they enjoyed his company and he enjoyed theirs.

Episode 6 “Senpai” Count: 29 (+6 “Paisens”) Total: 227

By: sesameacrylic

[hypmicreload]

chapter one (part two)

written by: Beenz, Dan

edited by: Dan, Miki

word count: 4626

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For Hikari Izanami, each day started off with her set routine, get up at seven-o'clock sharp, study, greet her two fathers warmly, then quickly head to her university—barely even cramming in breakfast. Breakfast was the least of her worries though, it wasn’t nearly as important as keeping awake; between insomnia from nerves, studying, and working a part-time job, she had no time for little meals like toast or eggs. No, caffeine and the small, incredibly convenient supplements she took were enough to keep her living and functioning through each and every repetitive day.

“Morning, honey!” Her blond father, who in fact acted like the mother she never had, sparkled and radiated through the room with his beaming, wide smile. One that he shared with both her and her other, much less dazzling father who did nothing more than go to work, go home, and spend time with his cheery and terribly needy husband. She admired her red-haired and seemingly depressed dad’s dedication to his family, despite his habit of complaining that things were a bother. She knew he loved her and the man dressed up in an apron across the room.

“...You’re still wearing that damn apron…” He grumbled as he sat down at their table.

“Don’t tell me I don’t look good in it, darling!” The other winked.

Hikari laughed at her parents’ exchange before greeting them warmly.

“Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Dad!” She chuckled to herself at the nickname she had given them before rushing over to make herself a coffee, swiftly tipping an unmeasured amount in before adding the water and milk. Most would call her jittery, restless, and anxious due to it, but she thought it was closer to excitement. She wasn’t that bad.

“Breakfast’s ready!” Her father sung, announcing the bacon and eggs like it was a trophy.

“U-Um, er, sorry..! I can’t eat today either, nursing!” Hikari raised her cup and drank the bitter contents, taking each and every supplement as she did. Instantly feeling less exhausted than when she woke up.

“I’m sure there’s time to eat, do you not like your father’s cooking?” The tone of her father’s voice was that to be pitied, a sad, pouty tone.

“Dad! Come on, it’s not that! I’m just really busy, really, really, busy...all the time...A-Ahaha! It’s all good! Everything’s A-Ok!” She brushed away her negative thoughts that loomed and put out a thumbs up. She didn’t want to make anyone worry about her.

That also meant she kept things like her night-job a secret from her overprotective parents and everyone she knew.

It was the only thing that wasn’t plain and boring in her life, yet it was embarrassing and paid quite little.

After saying goodbye to her parents, it was studying until six in the evening. What she’d tell her parents was that university ended much later, however that wasn’t exactly the truth.

Everyday after her course ended, she entered a cafe beside an alleyway in the heart of Shinjuku and opened the back door to the staffroom, where she took off her nurse uniform in exchange for her maid uniform, and decorated herself with dainty white gloves and lacy stockings.

That wasn’t all, the manager went all out by giving them bells on their chokers, cat tails with cute bows, and on their frilly headpieces, there of course poked cat ears and more bells.

It was strange, but her frilly headpiece would give her a boost of confidence each time she adorned it. It helped her serve customers with confidence and even sneak some flirting in to get tips—she seemed to be better at being a maid than being a nurse unfortunately.

Hikari sighed as she entered the cafe, despite it being plastered with anime “neko girls” and menus with cat puns, it was somehow professional-looking with its amazingly clean tables and expensive chairs. Even though the walls were striped white and pink, you could somehow take it seriously. She glanced over to the “Most Favourited Catgirl” to see her beaming face in a frame. Wow, if only she was actually that happy.

She turned to walk to the front, as always it was her responsibility to greet the customers first.

“Good Evening, Master!” Hikari cheered.

“Come this way, where would you like to sit, nya~?” She continued with all the enthusiasm she could muster, leading the two middle-aged men to a marble white table.

“You’re so cute! Sit on my lap for me, will you?”

She laughed. “Oh no, that’d be naughty of me! What would you like to order?”

“Uh, I’ll get a vodka on the rocks and…” Hikari began to quickly tune out as one of the other maids was introducing another worker clearly younger than her to the cafe. A girl of small stature and short chestnut-coloured hair whose fuschia eyes scattered across every inch of the room as if she had never seen a cafe before.

So cute... Hikari thought to herself.

“Uh...Excuse me, are you going to take our order?” The second man from before questioned from his seat, snapping her out of her daydream.

Hikari turned sharply and continued her act.

“Oh, goodness me! My bad, Master! What was it?”

“He wants a vodka on the rocks and a prawn salad, and I’d like just the Bloody Mary.” He explained.

“Of course, I won’t make you wait too long.” Hikari gave them a wink and a twirl of her short dress and headed towards the bar, only to be stopped by Mei, a red-haired maid who was now showing the same newbie from before around still.

“Hikari, could you do me a favour? I need you to explain what we do here and maybe teach her a few tricks about how we do things. I know you’re like the best. Thanks to those genes, right?” She laughed, Hikari scoffed but held back her annoyance at her statement and instead, smiled.

“Of course, anything for my fellow maids! What’s your name, pretty lady?” She tilted her head, turning her attention to the short girl who had a strange expression on her face. Maybe something of interest as they locked eyes? Hikari wasn’t sure but something told her that just maybe, this girl wasn’t exactly here to be taught—but maybe she was being paranoid.

“Oh, uh!” The new girl seemed spaced out and as if she had only just woken up. “Yumeno Nao. Nice to meet you, miss.”

“Yumeno Nao..? That’s a cute name! Follow me, I’m actually taking an order to the bar and kitchen this moment.” Hikari began walking, expecting the new maid to follow. “So, what brought you here to become a maid? You look far too young to be out here so late!”

“It's just my baby face.” She lied quickly, plastering a soft smile on.

“Really? Wow, I’m so jealous.” Hikari laughed, pinching at her eye bags momentarily.

“You’re suuupeer adorable. Anyway, here’s the bar if no one’s shown you already.” She gestured towards the counter. “Here at NekoNeko Cafe, you always, always have to act in character, act as cute as possible and never break it, kay?”

There was a momentary silence before Nao spoke up “Just like you do everyday, right, Izanami?”

“U-Um, did I introduce myself already? Funny, I don’t remember that!”

“No, you didn't.” Nao looked down, trying their best to remember the intimidation tactics their brother had taught them “You're not as focused as your fathers I see…”

“...My fathers?”

“Izanami Hifumi and… formerly Kannonzaka Doppo, correct?”

Hikari froze wondering what was this girl was up to. Maybe a family relative? She laughed carefreely despite her worries and paranoia that maybe this girl was out to get her.

“...Have we met before? You seem to know a lot about my family!”

“How to phrase it… Our fathers are old friends.” Nao tried their best not to show their own fear, swallowing hard to conceal the stress being so harsh but them under.

“Friends? I’ve never heard of anyone by the surname Yumeno!”

“...N-Not even Gentaro?”

“Hmm, that does sound familiar, but nope!”

“...” his intimidation game crumbled, annoyed cries spilling out like a flood gate had opened. “Ah! Y-you're making this so hard! Koro-Nii is going to think I'm so lame!”

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t cry! Do you need to go home? I can take you home if you need!”

“Home? N-no, not until I have you!” They choked out, not aware of how creepy such a statement seemed.

Hikari laughed nervously, fiddling with the frills on the bottom of her apron

“Oh, I’m really sorry, are you an admirer? You’re a very cute lady but I don’t swing that way...”

“...Huh? AH! No no no no! It's nothing like that, I swear! I-I'm not here to date you or anything I just…!”

“You just..?” Hikari tilted her head and the bells jingled subtly, looking curiously at what she thought was a girl.

With a defeated sigh, Nao dropped the act, reaching into his dress and pulling out two pairs of socks used to fill in a bra. With his voice a pitch lower he said, “My stupid big brother wants you to join our team! Please, can we talk in private?”

~

Together in the staff room, along with a warm cup of coffee each, the two were left to talk.

Nao had managed to calm himself down and began to speak clearly again, being more himself.

“It’s, it’s called Re:Load, we are trying to form a team—a rapping team of only the best so...so we’re able to take down Chuuoku and...this false peace they’ve made.”

The idea of being able to take down Chuuoku sounded far-fetched and that was clear by the confusion written across Hikari’s face, yet it sounded like a dream. If they could successfully take them down, she couldn’t imagine how proud her parents and her uncle would be.

“...I appreciate the invitation, but I’ve never rapped in my life.”

Nao perked up a little “Um, well… I’m the same, actually! But our parents used too, they were naturals at using hypnosis mics...They participated in rap battles together and…”

“Battles?! I...I had no idea. I guess they would never tell me, they’re always so protective - and those mics, they hurt people…” She paused. “Why exactly does your...brother want to take down Chuuoku?”

“...I’m sure most of us aren’t happy about the new laws being held in place..”

“That’s true…”  Hikari was still unsure, but… to not have those dirty glances casted at her by the guards that watched people’s every single movement, and to not be treated like a criminal for simply existing—everyone would be so much more happier.

“...You’ll...you’ll be fine. We can learn together, okay? We know someone who will teach us.”

Silence, followed by an extended hand and a warm grin

“In that case, it’s a deal!”

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When you live in a small apartment alongside two younger brothers and two parents who, as lovely as they are, do not understand the concept of mornings, you don’t need an alarm clock to get you up.

Much like every other morning, Ikumi is woken up at 6 am underneath the weight of two boys shaking her arms, tickling her sides, or whatever she needs.

“Onee-san!” Both the younger boys chirped in perfect unison, only greeted by a loud groan of annoyance and a misguided slap that only managed to hit Mitsuki’s arm.

“Piss off…” She yawned, trying to pull the blanket over her head, such an act leading to her punishment of the loss of her blanket altogether. Through the power of determination, both mischievous twins pulled the corners of the duvet and tossed it onto the floor in a pile of discarded clothes and plushies she threw the night before.

“You’re the worst!” She whined, sitting up and scowling at the unwelcome cold weather that awaited her outside the comfort of her bedroom.

“Mum said breakfast is ready and you need to go to school because you have exams.” Hazuki piped up, Mitsuki nodding along happily.

Yet there was no happy nodding for her, she felt her heart stop…

“Exams…” She looked towards the calendar that hung on her wall, a month-by-month book decorated with anime characters from a show she wasn’t too fond of but her father got it for her thinking she would love it.

“Nuh-uh! My exams ain’t for another week! On the 28th!”

“Today is the 28th!” They both spoke up again—God, she wished they wouldn’t speak at the same time… those creepy kids.

“...No way!” She stood up with haste, collecting a shirt to throw over herself and sprinting towards the kitchen beyond any human speed where both her parents were waiting. Her mother making breakfast and her father preparing to head off for work.

“Good morning de-”

“What year is it?!”

The frantic look in her eyes sent the message clearly towards the parents that, once again, her brothers managed to convince her (convince used lightly, she’s too gullible) that she had missed a deadline.

“It’s October twelfth.” Nemu sat her down at the table, setting a plate in front of her. Today they had pancakes.

Ichiro handed her his mug to offer her some coffee—she wasn’t allowed to drink coffee as deemed unhealthy by her mother. but it didn't stop her sneaking sips when she wasn’t looking.

“...” She sat on the statement for a minute, sipping at the bitter beverage absentmindedly.

“So no exams?”

“Mitsuki! Hazuki! Be nice to your sister!” Ichiro called out, smiling at the laughs he received in response.

“No Iku, no exams.”

Now calm, she began to eat up the pancakes that were adorned with various fruits. Her mother stood behind her and began to neatly style her daughters soft, long hair as she ate, humming a sweet song as she did so.

“Your uniform is pressed and ready for you on the couch.” She added, finishing off the side ponytail with a neat red ribbon she knew her child wore every day.

“Thanks, Mum.”

~

Walking to school was an unwelcoming experience ever since the law came into action. On every street was some form of camera, surveillance or official watching over them. Train stations and rail lines had been obstructed with fences; all borders of the cities were blocked off and guarded. It was like a prison.

Coming to what was once Ikebukuro station, she got out a permit and met yet another government worker in a far too familiar uniform at a window, along with a long line of school students and workers who needed to get through the boarders.

“Yamada Ikumi, traveling to ○○ highschool.” She recited as if it was simply muscle memory doing the work, she held out her arm and offered the permit, then her wrist to allow the bracelet to be locked on once approved.

“Please be back before curfew.” The worked down woman recited back at her, as if saying the same five words each minute all day and every day wasn’t completely mind-numbing.

“For those who need to leave their own division between these hours, you will need a permit. Upon showing this permit, you will be given a band that marks your division, any member of the public caught outside of curfew or outside of their respective institute will be punished accordingly.” She remembers hearing that over the radio whilst in the car with her dad on their errand together. (Manga, they were buying manga).

She nodded slowly and left through a gate—again, greeted by guards. Nowhere felt safe, huh?

Nowhere other than the underground at least. An area hidden from the government's eye, it’s used for rap battles and other illegal activities she chose to turn a blind eye towards, it wasn't her place to snitch.

After a long day at school it felt like all she could do to unwind, most days she would turn up still in her uniform, her mic tucked away secretly in the bottom of her bag.

“Afternoon, Double.” One of the frequent visitors to the dingy, poorly lit hideout greeted her with a cigarette sitting in his hand. The room was large and industrial, concrete floors and walls enclosed several people, a few dirty couches strewn about, and a segregated area for battles to take place and others to watch.

She nodded to acknowledge him, choosing to set herself on the armrest next to him. At this point she was able to filter out the stench of cigarette smoke and tolerate it enough to be around it. (All it really took was a weekend at her uncle’s house.)

“How’s it going?” Ikumi hummed, not expecting an answer and paying no mind to the newcomer sitting only a few meters away. At least not until he approached her himself with an overconfident expression on his face.

“Hey lady! You’re the total legend around here, right?” The chirp in his voice and the bounce in his step was odd, as if a child had come in and had no real clue where he was.

“Lady? Don’t call me that.” She exhaled out a half-hearted laugh. Folding her arms across her chest she asked, “What do you want?”

He didn't miss a beat to respond. Pulling a mic out of his back pocket and waving it around carelessly, as if it weren't any more than a toy to him, “I wanna get your number and I wanna battle you!”

Ikumi laughed again, this time with much more energy. Her laugh had lasted for a while and left her wiping a fake tear from the corner of her one red eye. She then shook her head and waved her hand back and forth to dismiss him and the prospect of any kind of fight between them.

“I don’t deal with new kids.” She stated, shooing him away.

“Aww, don’t be so mean!” He giggled, holding out a hand. “I’m not a new kid at all~ In fact—” His smile shifted in a smirk, something flickering in his expression. He moved in closer, with a low voice only she could hear.

“I’m like you, Yamada Ikumi.”

“Oi!” Her hand smacked over his mouth in a slight panic. “Don’t go spouting my name so carelessly! Who the hell are you?”

“Hopefully a new friend. My names Saikoro—”

“Like the steak?”

His playful expression faded, a look of dread and sorrow plastered on his face, as if a whole life of being named “diced steak” wasn’t bearable.

“...Yes, like the steak. My father is an idiot.” Saikoro’s eyes rolled but in a snap his face was back to being childish. “Perhaps you’ve heard of him~ Arisugawa Dice?”

“...” Ikumi stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and nodding her head to the side. “Come with me.”

~

Underneath the streetlight with his hands in his pockets, Saikoro rocked back and forth on his heels, chewing on some gum. “So then what do you say?” He held his hand out to her.

“You’re risking a lot, you know that, right?” Ikumi sighed, fiddling with the uncomfortable band on her arm. “Forming a team? Sure… But going to such an extreme?”

“We can do it!” He nodded. “It’s like you always say, being made up of two legendary rappers makes it natural, right?”

“...It’s creepy that you know that, Stalker-Koro, but—”

Her mind ran through the outcomes, the punishments they would receive if caught, the reaction she’d get from her parents, any possible risk she would be pressing to anyone she cared about… then again, this was a cause her parents and uncles had all fought for in the past, it was almost a prophecy—at least to someone who believed in that kind of thing like herself.

That, and she missed her own freedom. She missed being able to stay out past 9 pm without having to break the law and dismantle the damned GPS attached to her. She missed spending nights in Yokohama with her idiot uncle, she missed her friends.

She missed everything, just as much as every other citizen did.

Ikumi came to her conclusion, taking hold of Saikoro’s extended hand and shaking it with enthusiasm.

“A team made up only of the best? How could we possibly lose?”

“Then it's settled! Welcome to RE:load, Ikumin~”

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A 4 am start was standard for Takeshi Busujima.

Usually a light sleeper, it took only a few irritating ‘“beeps” from the alarm on his phone to wake him up.

He sat up with perfect posture and reached for the pair of glasses set off to the side the previous night then grabbed his phone, turning off the chime for another day.

Two more days to go. He noted from the time, swinging his legs off his bed and standing up right.

The floor was cold as usual, but Takeshi didn’t wince. Rather, he shuffled quickly towards his bedroom door in search for his slippers as salvage from the winter.

Once his feet were safe, he flicked on the light to illuminate his unusually clean bedroom.

On each wall were perfectly leveled posters, vintage ones he had collected over time and cherished dearly. On another wall were books ordered by height and kept tidy, one space missing in the collection from a book he had taken out the night before.

Everything about Takeshi's life was ordered and pristine, everything had its place and he liked it that way.

The only thing in his bedroom that stuck out from the colour palette and organisation was a single, obnoxiously pink Purikura that was stuck to his mirror—but that wasn’t anything worth noting.

Taking his uniform that hung neatly on a hook, he made his way towards the bathroom to shower.

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“You have time to eat, dear, just sit down for a moment.” The ever concerned voice of Iruma Jyuto spoke up, looking behind his shoulder from his place at the stove as Takeshi sat in the genkan, sliding his shoes on already

“It’s fine.” He insisted, already fixated mentally on how far behind schedule he was after he let himself sleep for an extra half hour today.

His father knew fighting it was futile, so he made his way over with a neatly wrapped bento box instead, handing it to his beloved son and kissing the top of his head.

“Have a good day then, dear, and make sure you eat something at school.”

The endearment of having such a loving father filled the stoic younger boy with a sense of happiness, even if he wasn’t entirely capable of expressing it.

“You too, dad.”

~

After a gentle jog down the early morning streets of Yokohama on a route that took him by the bayside, he arrived to his ever quiet high school. Although it was a popular and well established school, it was rare to see anyone other than staff walking the halls when he arrived.

Takeshi, being the student council president, took it upon himself to ensure all the club rooms were left in an acceptable state. Making his rounds he occasionally cleaned up a few crooked chairs or wiped the dust left on a chalkboard.

Making his way around the corner, the tall boy opened the door to the photography club, stopping when he remembered the room was now empty. Student numbers declined with the new law and a few clubs were forced to close. It was unfortunate, he thought.

One final check and he came to the library on the top floor, a room full of a few other third years beginning their studies… it was all he really did anymore, he found himself sighing.

Taking his usual seat, Takeshi opened up a book and set to work.

~

Another long day.

Takeshi could feel his eyes getting heavier as he walked down the street towards a public library after the school closed. Luckily for him, the nearest library was only down the street and stayed opened during exam periods.

Once more he took his seat, as if he hadn't sat down enough today.

The final class he had to study for today was history, the one he looked forward to the most.

Setting his notebook out carefully and laying his pens parallel to the spine.

He then went to grab his text book, but to no avail.

Digging through his bag carefully to be sure he really didn't miss it, Takeshi frowned in annoyance.

He had left his history book on his desk at home.

“Damn it.” He whispered to himself, setting his bag down and standing up… at least the library would have a copy.

~

“Yukkun, the library is boring, you said we could go to the pier!” A loud protest rang through the library, receiving a hurried hush from another voice.

“Shh, Yacchan, don't yell in the library.” Nao hurriedly covered his friend’s mouth, retracting it just as fast when she licked his palm.

“Gross. I just need to find a book and then we can go.” He instructed, pointing down an aisle of books. “Go look at the manga or something.” He shooed her away and she quickly obliged, skipping off in the direction he pointed. With her gone, he glanced around quickly

“Koro-Nii said he had orange hair and glasses… it shouldn't be too hard…” He began the walk through the aisles, pretending to look for a book—that's when he spotted the taller boy.

Geez, he was a tower…

“History.” He whispered to himself walking back to the clueless girl he sent off. Once finding her, he grabbed her hand.

“Aww! Yukkun is grabbing my hand, so romantic.” She beamed, letting him drag her away from the books she was barely looking at.

“I just need to grab one last thing, then we can go.”

“Kay~” Ikumi nodded and he turned down the history section.

Almost instantly she froze and dropped Naos hand, her eyes fixing on the tired boy who was still scanning through the books.

“Mushi-Nii?” She spoke up, dragging his attention away from his task and towards the girl staring at him wide-eyed.

It took a second… he blinked once, then twice, but he didn't have any doubt in his mind, nor did she. As a result, she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around him “Takemushi! It’s really you!”

“Ikun...” A smile tugged on his infamously stoic expression, he put his hands on her back and suddenly he didn’t feel so drained.

Nao spoke up with a sly grin, as if he didn’t plan any of this at all

“Oh? Is he a friend, Yacchan?”

~

“A team…” Takeshi thought out loud, sitting out the front of the library with the two younger teens, studying the piece of melon bread the white haired girl gifted him upon finding out he hadn’t eaten for the last few hours.

Reservation sat in his voice, the plan Nao had described seemed odd… complex…

“You should do it!” Ikumi spoke up, a mouth full of the other half of the melon bread. She swallowed quickly. “If we do it right, you’ll totally be a part of history!”

Nao nodded at the statement. “If we are successful, then yeah.... But we can’t be successful with just the four of us.”

Takeshi looked up, it was dark now, but the lights in Yokohama hid away all the stars.

He thought about the school, his clubs, the students he lost from the dumb new law… it was risky, but no great war was ever won without danger or… casualties.

“If it can fit around my school work...” He nodded slowly, pushing his glasses up. “I will fight for your cause.”

[batboyblog]

I've read your Billy being Harley's sidekick fics (which is something i've never thought of before, but it is a prety cool idea) and now I headcanon Dick, Jason and Tim just turn to Duela and like "u got a brother?". Bruce would probably do some digging about the new clown kid and somehow found out about Lucy ( I know she only appeared in Injustice but please let me have this). Speaking of Lucy,I imagine Billy would act like her cousin and just shower her with gifts

Part 1 & Part 2

Duela Dent is a hard woman to find. So hard to find some people honestly don’t believes she exists in normal time space. It doesn’t help that on any given night she might be going by the name Joker’s Daughter, Catgirl, Scarecrone, Riddler’s Daughter, Penguin’s Daughter, Card Queen, or Harlequin. Jason Todd in his Red Hood outfit slides onto the bar stool next to her. Tonight she’s in a purple uniform with a frilly collar, her natural red hair showing but her face made up in clown white with bright red lips. Tim sat on the bar stool on the other side of her and lifted a finger to the bartender. 

Duela turned her smile on him. “Hey bird boy, I didn’t think you were old enough to drink” she winked at him. “Yeah and they totally checked your ID when you ordered that appletini” Tim said nodding his head at the drink in front of Duela. She laughed “okay got me” she took a sip. “So how can I help the sons of Batman?” 

“are you a hero or a villain tonight?” Jason said. She thought about the question before saying “honey I’m always just me” 

“and who are you tonight?” Jason asked. She laughed “why I’m the Joker’s Daughter! or should I say the Red Hood’s daughter?” she eyed him “I’d look good in that helmet. let me borrow it? I only need it for the night I’ll be someone else tomorrow” before Jason could react Tim cut in. “Duela we need your help with something” She turned and looked at him expectantly. “I don’t really know how to put this but” He put down a series of video stills from the bank’s cameras. “Do you have a brother?” 

Duela picked up on of the pictures of Harley Jr and eyed it. “Cute kid, like his style, but sadly I’m an only child.” Tim sighed “He runs with Harley Quinn, some times on his own, you wouldn’t know where we can find her?” Duela made a noncommittal sound and took another sip of her drink. “Look me and step-mom didn’t get along before she dumped dad into that vat of acid” She was leaving off the last time she and the Joker had been in the same room he’d nearly killed her for claiming to be his daughter. The two former Robins rose, Tim taking his drink with him. “Thanks for the help Duela, try to stay out of trouble” Jason said and she laughed and waved them away.

The boys slipped into the back of an unmarked van and Dick turned away from the computer to ask “So get anything useful?” Tim shrugged. “you know how she is, she never lies but you can never tell how much of what she’s saying is really real” he said. “I believe her if she says she doesn’t know him” Jason said pulling off his helmet. It had been a month since Dick had caught the same kid on a roof top, with Damian.

Robin had been on top of Harley Jr, the two boys kissing passionately, teenaged hands wandering over each other. Dick wasn’t really sure what he said, though Damian insisted it was “What the FUCK!” Harley Jr had been the first to recover, expertly rolling Damian over so he was on top and throwing two smoke bombs. Dick and Damian had been trapped for a few seconds in a thick pink smoke which left glitter in their hair for a week. When it cleared Harley Jr was gone and Dick and Damian were no longer on speaking terms. 

Since then Damian’s three brothers, the former Robins had been hunting this mystery boy with very little luck. Tim sipped the beer in the glass he’d stolen from the bar. “So you have any luck while we were wasting our time?” he asked, Dick gave him a disapproving look but didn’t comment on the beer. “Well I’ve been going through Harley Quinn’s financials.” Dick said “you know there’s shell companies and fake names not to mention it’s really hard to tell how much of the Joker’s empire she’s running these days. But one thing stood out, she worked really hard to hide it. It’s a house, two bedroom little thing just outside of town, most hidden and shielded thing she owns, she did such a good job I’m not even 100% sure it’s her’s” 

“So you think that’s where she’s stashing him” Jason said with a raised eyebrow. “If not him than someone else she cares about a whole lot” Dick replied.

10am the next morning, Billy Watson adjusted the package under his arm. He docked down and fixed his beanie in a car mirror. He was wearing black skinny jeans tucked into his Doc Martin’s, a white t-shirt with a black bomber jacket an over sized beanie covering most of his blonde hair so only his bangs hung out the front. He walked up the neat path to the front door of the small house. A knock on the door and a second later the door opened. Billy always had to do a double take, Harley’s sister looked just like her. “Hey Billy” She said with a smile. “Heya Ms. Quinzel” he said back. “For the millionth time Billy, call me June” He nodded. June turned into the house and yelled “Lucy! Cousin Billy is here”

A tiny shape with long blonde hair, wearing a pink tutu over her overalls with two different socks one a dark purple and the other a violent green, came flying toward him. Billy barely had time to brace himself before she went plowing into him, nearly knocking him start back out of the house. “Lucy honey, go easy on poor Billy you nearly knocked him right now” June said with an indulgent smile. “Sorry Mommy!” Lucy said to June before turning her attention to Billy “what you get me!” 

June clicked her tongue. “Lucy Quinzel, that’s very rude, why do you think Billy got you any gifts?” she said. Lucy pointed to the package under Billy’s arm and he smiled. “caught me” she said and pulled it out and handed it to her. Before June could say anything Lucy was through the brown paper. She squealed with glee at the box with the Tonka truck inside. “And that’s not all” Billy said with a smile and June rolled her eyes. Billy reached into his coat and pulled out a doll sized pink tutu, a perfect match for the one Lucy was wearing. She looked at it in wonder before jumping at Billy. She knocked him over this time wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kissing on his check. “thankyouthankyouthankyou!” she squealed into his eye at top volume. Billy winced but hugged her back.

Outside in the bushed the three former Robins watched, before wordlessly turning to each other. After an unspoken conference they slipped back unseen to the van. Inside they didn’t say anything for a long time till Tim spoke for them all. “well he could do worse”