#why is there no decent range of purple though

[eriathalia]

Not perfect but I like my veeeerrryy fluffy Issho anyway.

[soothinglee]

| shitty 808s - kim jongseob x gn! reader - 1.2k wc✔︎

my notes⎯ sorry for not writing in a bit- I got hit by a scooter and lost hearing in my left eye. anyway- enjoy! (ilovejongseobsm). also the reader is younger than jongseob- so they're the maknae! warnings⎯ lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread, I don't know jackshit about making music- I do make it just for fun but I don't know it on a professional level. songs⎯ "take you there x no bs" | dj short and "trillions" | alicia keys

“dude this sounds like shit.”

“it’s literally only 808s. it’s not going to sound good.”

“tell that to carti.”

jongseob groans and relaxes his body into the creaky studio chair. from where he's at; body slouches and neck bent, he feebly grabs for the mouse, each time he reaches he just barely misses it- giving a pitiful grunt every time.

you slap his hand away playfully, scooting your chair over in his place to play with the track. in the 30 minutes you've been in the studio you only managed the 808s. ass, in your opinion but something to start the song off as a base.

"what are you doing?" he mutters, looking towards the desktop screen. the black background of the software lights up every time you move around tracks. the purple and blue sections reflect off his glasses, "stop pressing stuff, you're gonna mess it up."

a scoff leaves your lips absentmindedly, choosing to replace the pre-made 808s with a original. you play it back for a spilt second- nodding to yourself feeling content in your work.

"you should be thankful I'm helping you," you start, adding a few high hats some measures into the song, "today is my off day and youngji just came out with a new episode."

he rolls his eyes and reaches over to grab his water bottle, he uncaps it and throws the lid on your lap. you make no effort to move it, "you would've had to come in eventually. jiung needed you today to record your verse."

you reach over to twitch your hand infront of his bottle, as if faking him out. he jerks his body away from you quickly, the water shakes in his hand- some even coming from the top and onto his sweater.

"bro." it comes out weak and quiet, a frown forming on his lips but you're quick to talk over him;

"for him, I wouldn't have complained. it's different when I have to do it because it's scheduled then come in to help someone work on his song." you spilt the back ground voices you added from files and slip in theo's guitar solo along with a 4 bar bass drum.

at this point you haven't listened to what has been added, jongseob still hogging the headphones. though you have enough confidence in yourself, and as one of the main producers, to know that the song will be somewhat decent- and way better than whatever he had before.

"what even is your inspo?"

"'bambi', baekhyun."

he makes a face, "sexy, no?"

you shrug, clicking around on the application to add some reverb, "piece will love it, fnc will tolerate it, intak will be happy. what more is there?"

he doesn't respond.

the difference between the software when jongseob had it compared to it in your hands is insane. infront of you the screen decorated with rainbows of colors, the static lines tracking the sound range from lengths and size. it's beautiful.

you feel a heavy weight on your left arm and look down to see jongseob leaning on you, he lets out a tired breath, and reaches up to fiddle with the loose string on your sleeve.

"are you almost done yet? you're hogging my equipment and I have other stuff I need to do."

"is all you do is complain?" you ask, titling the song with a random phrase and saving it, "because if that's the case I'll just get keeho."

his grip on your sleeve tightens as he tenses. for some reason jongseob is afraid of keeho- the latter always picking on him and fighting him. you would ask why and how it started but in all honesty, you couldn't really care.

"no no no, it's okay. you can keep working."

a proud smirk graces your lips as you reach over to slip the headphones off his head. he lets you, reaching forward to give you better access, smiling when he feels your hands pat down the mess they left.

you bend down slightly, apologizing when his head falls from your shoulder, and blindly reach for the tower to unplug the cord from its socket. "alright," you mess with the setting once more, turning the volume up enough so it can be heard. "you ready?"

jongseob yawns, "about time." you smack him upside the head.

the song is only about 3 minutes long, but in that three minutes it sounded wonderful. even though you were on playing around with it, something to keep jongseob satisfied until he could figure out what he really wanted to do with it, you think it could actually be the final product.

as the song plays you would take a look at his face to gauge his opinion. he seemed to like it; bobbing his head with the melody, a soft smile on his lips. it made you feel somewhat better about missing youngjis' show.

"okay, what do you think?" you ask as the beat fades out, you pause it so it doesn't play again and turn your body towards him, knees knocking each other.

he doesn't say anything for a minute, staring at the poster on the wall behind your head. his face is back to neutral. you think about snapping your fingers infront of his face to wake him up.

after a while he takes in a breath and says, “buns, actual buns.”

“you’re only saying that because it’s not jiung working on the song.”

he doesn't say anything but nods in agreement. there's a cheeky smirk on his face. "if that's the case, I'll just delete the song." you move the mouse to press erase before a hand catches you before you do.

"don't." he says, a mild glint in his eye as he pries your fingers from the mouse. he gently places your hand back in your lap while maintaining eye contact, moving the device to his side of the table.

"so it's not 'buns'?" you ask, the smirk back on your face.

he hesitates and then says, "no it's still ass, but why would I delete it just to start over, waste of time."

you laugh and go to answer but your phone vibrating catches you off guard. you use your face to open it to read the message;

멘토르 (mentor) come to floor 4 pls, we're ready for you :)

"uh oh," the chair beneath you slides backward as you stand up to collect your belonging. the bottle cap falls from your lap as you hand jongseob his headphones, "duty calls, i'll be gone for about an hour or two, if you need me, don't. I'll be busy."

he laughs, watching as you put on your shoes. you places a kiss on his head as you retreat for the door. you hear the clicking of a mouse and muffled music from behind you.

as soon as you reach for the door knob a voice calls out. "yeah?"

jongseob, hood pulled back so that you can see the bangs of his brown hair, his glasses that reflect the sparkle in his eyes, and the big smile on his face says, "I know I give you shit but thank you. you saved me a lot of trouble."

you smile back at your elder, a content look matching his own, "hey, anytime."

you close the door and head towards the elevator.

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[moonshineplaydate]

Hiya against starlights! I’m taking a quick break from Hazbin content because I have been dying to pump out some Murder Drones Agere content, because it is very underrated and there is a new episode coming out which I am very, very excited for! Here’s some long overdue headcanons!

Ps, sorry for my absence, exams suck.

Tw: Mentioned knives, not proofread (very sleepy).

Uzi Doorman

•Uzi is a switch, that flips between an involuntary regressor and babysitter!

•Her age range can be anywhere from 2-6 depending on why she’s regressing, she’s normally younger if she’s scared or upset.

•Uzi wasn’t much of a fan of her regression, it totally ruined her dark and edgy aesthetic if she was acting like a little kid!

•Though, after meeting N and seeing him regress, she began to soften up juuuuust a little bit. She ended up slipping after the whole Promening ordeal and pretty much clung to N. She didn’t want to lose him again.

•And afterwards, she felt a lot better now that someone had taken care of her! N pretty much became Uzi’s full time caregiver after that, always trying to be there for the little one!

•Since she had a caregiver, she was actually about to regress more and slowly came to terms that it was a part of her.

•Uzi is scared of the dark when she’s little, part of her little gear is a night light that makes it look like they’re stars on her bedroom ceiling. She says it’s her ‘favouritest thing ever!’

•Speaking of her little gear, she has a purple paci along with some cozy black PJ’s to wear!

•She’s partially touch averse, things like hugs or kisses are a big no no, but being picked up, head pats, hand holding are all things she loved when she’s small.

•Uzi can be pretty quiet when she’s little, when she’s with someone she doesn’t know/like/doesn’t know about her regression, she just doesn’t talk at all. She’s really only verbal with N and V.

•She sees V like a big sister when she’s little, and V doesn’t have the heart to be mean to what’s basically a kid and plays along with her.

•Uzi likes nicknames when she’s little, even if she doesn’t show it her whole face lights up whenever she gets one!

•Her favourites are, ‘Baby Bat’, ‘Little Rascal’, and ‘Honey’.

•Uzi can get fussy when she’s little, not for any particular reason, she just doesn’t like listening to people all the time.

•N has to be patient with her to avoid tantrums.

•Uzi actually really loves bed time, she finds it peaceful, when she’s either a little or a caregiver!

•Uzi makes a pretty decent caregiver, usually to N.

•Has the vibes of a very chill babysitter, who says they hate kids but really doesn’t.

•N really cried once when he was little because he heard her say that, and she had to spent an hour comforting him and telling him she didn’t mean it.

•Can be a very relaxed babysitter, but whatever she says goes and she will not back down on that.

•Acts a bit softer with the littles just so she doesn’t upset them, is still pretty edgy though.

•Uzi sometimes makes little robots or machines to keep littles entertained when she can’t watch them fully! No rail guns though.

•She talks to littles like normal, and not like their a child. But she still uses nicknames for them and can be affectionate.

•Lowers herself down so she can look her littles in the eye when she’s talking to them.

•All in all, pretty fun and chill to be around when your little, especially if you wanna get away with things!

Serial Designation N

•Oh, the sweet baby boy. Literally.

•N is definitely a flip, though I see him forced into being a caregiver role more often than not. Not maliciously or anything, he just gets caught up with looking after Uzi and very rarely V. (Never J though, she still doesn’t like him, even if little).

•N is a pretty versatile caregiver. He’s able to lower himself down, so to speak, to his little’s personality/how they’re feeling. If he’s got a quieter little, he’ll also be quieter. If he has one that’s more excitable, he’ll be pretty happy and bubbly with him! If he has one that’s violent, well, that’s something he has to sort out.

•N first learned about regression through some books in the mansion, but didn’t think robots could do it until he saw V regressed once. Since then, he just took up the roll of being a caregiver.

•And he was (and still is) amazing at it! He keeps a bag with some emergency little gear (things like pacis or toys) in case anyone needs them, he never leaves the littles unsupervised, is great at calming them down or getting them to bed.

•Even though N is great is interacting with littles, he’s not the best when he’s the little.

•N’s age range can be from 7 to younger than that, again, depending on his mood, usually how stressed he is though.

•N first started regressing after everything that went down with Cyn, and didn’t really do well at hiding it on a small spaceship from V and J.

•J was still disinterested in the whole thing and basically pawned him off to V to take care of him, who did a decent job. She wasn’t that emotionally intelligent and usually just bribed him with toys, and rarely cuddles, to get him to stop crying.

•It probably took N a while to explore his little side, mainly because he didn’t have many opportunities to regress. Or rather he did, he just didn’t want to bother anyone.

•But oh my stars once he was more open, he became a total sweetie!

•N is definitely a very giggly little, everything is funny to him when he’s in his little space!

•He can be a little shy and usually keeps his hands over his mouth or his arms at his sides, he sometimes has trouble speaking but it depends on how he’s feeling. He can get pretty loud if he’s excited!

•N loves being picked up, but it’s a little difficult due to his size so it’s usually V who has to do it, or he’ll have to settle for sitting in someone’s lap (which he also loves)

•N’s little gear consists of a blue paci, some nice, comfy PJs, a couple sensory toys that he can fiddle with, with his hands and a golden retriever teddy that he called Vun!

•He LOVES Vun, little or big though he’s a lot more clingy to it when he’s little and practically needs to sleep, or power down with it.

•N has a hard time speaking if he’s feeling really small and has to rely on gestures, like holding up his arms if he wants to be carried, pointing to things he wants, etc.

•N really loves nicknames when he’s little, his favourites are ‘Special little guy’, ‘Sweetie’, ‘Darling’, and ‘Baby boy’!

•He calls his caregivers a variety of things, V is usually just V since it’s easy for him to say, Uzi is usually too hard for him to pronounce and he just babbles whenever he tries to say her name! Tessa is also one of his caregivers but they don’t get much time together.

•Had a really bad habit of thumb sucking before he got his paci.

•Not good with asking for things when he’s little so his caregivers have to make sure that N is doing what he wants to do and not just whatever’s easiest for everyone else.

•All in all, just a total sweetie, big or small!

Serial Designation V

•V is a flip (I’m saying that a lot, I can’t help it, these fit being a flip so well, I can’t imagine them not taking care of at least one of the others) whose regression is a lot more rare than N’s or even Uzi’s.

•I think she’d be more of a sleep regressor or even a trauma regressor, whichever it is though her regression is definitely involuntary.

•She wouldn’t want to be vulnerable like that in front of someone, so would try and hide to be alone while regressed.

•V generally regresses to around four, so she thinks she’s big enough to be on her own.

•She really likes small spaces when she’s small, like in a closet or underneath a bed, it feels secure.

•That’s also the reason part of her little gear is a weighted blanket, however those work for robots, she loves hiding underneath one! It’s best for her caregiver to leave her alone if she’s like that and not let know that they’re watching her, otherwise she’ll get grumpy someone’s interrupting her independent blanket time.

•Speaking of, her main caregiver is N and very rarely Uzi if N isn’t around or if Uzi doesn’t want to leave N while he’s taking care of V. V doesn’t outwardly dislike Uzi while she’s little, she could even be a little scared of her but N assured her that she’s safe there.

•She’s absolutely terrified of the Solver when she’s little, which isn’t much of a problem since it’s not like it’s just going to show up but she gets nightmares sometimes which really, really upset her.

•It’s one of the reasons she refuses to sleep alone while later, she’ll normally curl up next to someone since she doesn’t want outright cuddle with her caregiver but once she falls asleep, she usually clings to their arm.

•Other than her weighted blanket, V doesn’t have much little gear, she doesn’t really like using pacis but she has a ton of different PJ’s she likes getting into, some with little stars on them, some with angel wings, they’re all really important to her! She can’t really sleep without them when she’s small.

•One thing she really, really loves is lullabies, it doesn’t matter who she gets them from, she’ll be out like a light the moment she hears a lullaby.

•When she’s not sleepy, she has a few toys that she plays with, namely her bubble blowers since she’s not allowed to play with knives when small, also a stress ball because she likes squishing it.

•V has a love hate relationship with nicknames, she loves feeling small but when people treat her like she’s small, she can get upset and embarrassed, feeling like they’re talking down to her.

•The only nickname she’ll tolerate is ‘baby’.

•In terms of her being a caregiver, she does a pretty good job! She’s not amazing with kids but is a lot better at getting down to their level then someone like Uzi.

•As stated, she lowers her guard just a bit with the littles, she knows they actually think like children so she’s safe with them but being vulnerable is still hard.

•V’s really good at guessing what a little needs, even if they can’t/don’t feel like talking. They’ll be times where N could try for hours trying to find out what a baby Uzi wants and V just walks in and figures it out in a couple seconds.

•Not that attentive of littles, she’ll keep an eye on them for sure and stop them from getting hurt but wouldn’t really mind them doing something dangerous, like standing on high places.

•N usually has to look out for things like that.

•Speaking of, she loves little N, taking care of him feels like she’s making up for him looking after her when she was in a coma back at the mansion.

•Plus, he’s a sweetie and V is actually capable of carrying him so they just work well together.

•She doesn’t keep things like toys on her but she does have a bag of batteries to give to the littles as treats.

•Has a kind of stern mom energy to her when actually enforcing a role, she is a very stubborn caretaker and will get the littles to listen to her.

•She can have fun though, it’s one of the few times she can let down her guard with the group.

Serial Designation J

•J is the first person on this list that I see as strictly a regressor, I can’t really see her looking after someone else

•Plus she deserves some time to relax, being the leader of the murder drones and dealing with Tessa is definitely a lot.

•J regresses from about 1-5, she needs some baby time where someone can take care of her.

•In the mansion, it was always Tessa looking after her so she stopped regressing after she was sent away on missions and couldn’t see her anymore, but did slip up a few times with V.

•She basically threatened her to not tell anyone about it, she was obviously mortified of being in a small state of mind in front of her.

•J was meant to be a leader after all and behaving like that wasn’t…leader-ish to her but that was just the first crack in the wall as she found she actually liked V as a caregiver and would slip around her more frequently, but it was still pretty rare.

•J also tried to look after a regressed V once to ‘make things even’ but failed hard and only managed to get V to go to sleep to keep her calm. It’s why she’s only a regressor.

•J considered letting N look after her but, no.

•How she acts when she’s small depends on why she regressed as it’s usually involuntary. Generally, she can be a bossy little who also demands attention, essentially a Princess regressor.

•One thing she loves while being little is sitting in between her caregiver’s legs and having her hair brushes, she finds it really relaxing.

•Surprisingly, J can be a bit physically clingy when she’s little. Normally when she’s smaller or sleepy , she’ll try and hug her body around her caregiver’s.

•She had a ton of little gear, namely sparkly outfits and PJ’a, some pink or yellow pacis, a few auditory toys (like pressing them and they make a sound) and also a white noise machine. Being able to relax is super important to her little routine and she will throw tantrums if something is bothering her.

•J doesn’t have total meltdowns though, she’ll throw one or two things or maybe flail her arms and legs about for a bit if she’s frustrated just to get it out of her system. Afterwards, she’ll still be a bit grumpy but as long as her caregiver can help her relax, she’ll be fine.

•One random thing that J loves while little is money, coins, notes, she loves holding it, playing with it, eating it occasionally. One of the toys she had a piggy bank.

•Tessa was the first person she regressed around and she became very clingy to her once she got to regress more afterwards.

•Tessa honestly loved little J, she could be demanding but she was also so much more happier and adorable; J being little was the first time Tessa heard her laugh. She was too smiley and giddy to not give her all the attention she wanted.

•And J, clearly being someone who wants the attention of people with authority, ie Tessa, soaked it all up.

•J can be really protective over the little gear she got from Tessa. Since she can’t regress with her anymore, it’s the next best thing. She ended up crying and regressing when she thought she lost one of her pacis but V helped her find it.

•J’s speech while little isn’t the best, when she’s feeling a little bigger, she can actually speak pretty well but for when she’s smaller, it’s mainly just babbling.

•She loves being praised for anything while she’s little, knowing she’s doing something good when she’s in a headspace that doesn’t feel productive is really nice for her.

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And that’s all I’ve got for this post, starlights! I was originally gonna try and write some Tessa Headcanons but episode 7 put me through a roller coaster of emotions, so I wasn’t sure how to write for her! If I do, it’ll probably just be younger Tessa! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed these, lemme know if you want to see anymore!

[aikoiya]

LoZ - The Master Sword of the Goddess

Ya'll... I am so flippin' proud of how well this came out. Cause it's beautiful! ❤️

Now, my theory is that the Master Sword isn't truly complete. Not yet anyway.

Like, it isn't in its intended form. The one it was designed for.

And this is what I think it'd look like:

Like, dude! This is amazing!

Though, I feel like the wings of the guard are too big for a longsword. Would be better suited to a claymore.

I also loved both gems I made, but I think this version is the winner because it means that I can use this one for something special to help the wielder.

You may not have noticed, but the gem is actually 2 fused together.

Anyway, I've been thinkin' about the materials that this version of the sword might be made of & I think I have a decent list.

To start off:

2 Goddess Plumes (which appear to be crystalline) for the guard.

Timeshift Stones, which the original sword's guard was primarily made of, so it'll be melted down to make a new one. (The Timeshift Stone of the guard & the Ocarina of Time resonated, which is what sent Time's mind forward into the future.)

Star Fragments from New Hyrule.

The above items melted down & made into an alloy with iridium & other materials (possibly even Dusk Relics, which might just be Mexican Blue Amber) to create the wings.

The 3 Sacred Flames. Used to kindle a new flame. A white-gold one.

Green Chalcedony to inspire strength, courage, & insight. It also has connections to love. (Every type of love, not just romantic.) Then magically infused to draw out those traits.

Aqua Chalcedony symbolizes tranquility & harmony. Has a soothing, gentle energy, & promotes emotional balance, helping to alleviate stress, anxiety, & negativity. It encourages inner peace & provides protection, making it well-suited to being the companion to heroes who may need a bit of extra support in trying times. Then magically infused to draw out those traits.

This would allow Fi to better aid her wielders emotionally even as she sleeps.

As for the metal itself:

* will appear beside alloys that I made up.

Chromium from chromite ore.

Star Pieces for the gold & whetstone. (Something to keep in mind is that there are 3 different colors of Star Fragment: the ones from the Era of the Wild, Gold & Red, & the ones from New Hyrule, which are Purple.)

*Mourniron = Typically found deep underground where fierce battles had taken place. The best kind can be found in Bogs as they tend to have trace amounts of silicon in them, which ensures better flexibility.

- *Allaysteel = Mourniron made into steel. Was once used by the Sheikah to make weapons that would help them in dispatching with enemy Poes & laying their souls to rest. The practice of creating it has long since been forgotten by the time of Wild's Era. Which is partly why there were so many Poe Souls in the Depths. Wild was the first to begin ferrying them to the Bargainer's Statues in 15,000 years. It is effective against Poes, Undead, & other such enemies.

Light Dragon Horn to melt down & fold into the metal to make the blade.

1 claw from one blessed by twilight. (A claw from Twi's wolf form.)

4 Master Ore from Lorule.

Iridium = A metal in the platinum group. Alloying it with other metals imparts durability & heat resistance. It's also nearly gold-tier in non-reactivity. Can only be found from comets, meteorites, & asteroids. Essentially, it's a space metal & would be heavily associated with stars. And while Iridium is a silvery-white color with a slight yellow-ish cast, under certain magically induced circumstances, it's cast instead changes to something in the range of lavender, purple, a/o indigo. Also, above the melting point, ignition results in a violet flame.

Stellite = Cobalt-chromium alloys. A very tough, as well as wear, corrosion, & heat resistant material.

*Grieving Steellite = A cobalt-chromium-Allaysteel alloy.

*Remembrance Corundite = A grieving steellite & diamond alloy.

Ferrochromium = An iron-chromium alloy.

*Mourningstar Corundite = Corundite & iridium alloy with Light Dragon Horn & Twilight's Claw.

*Master Corundite = Master Ore & Mourningstar Corundite alloy.

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Anyway, it'd likely need to be reforged in an actual forge as, in ancient times, the forge was considered a holy place. If nothing else, the blade might get blessed.

At the same time, I see it needing to be made in lava due to the high melting point of a few of the ingredients.

I think that I'd have it to where Clove (LU's Four) & Legend switch between using the FD mask. This would automatically elevate their own bladesmithing abilities by quite a decent degree. Though, I can definitely tell that Legend would still have things to learn.

Like, things that might necessitate a 3 Oracles game. One where Farore is the Oracle of Mysteries, her book being the gateway for Legend, gaining a more intimate understanding of Runic magic, which could lead to infusion magic.

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As an aside, I get the feeling that in this state, it'd change forms depending on the Link. Like, it'd become most suited to their particular size & fighting style.

As in, for Time, it'd become a two-handed sword. Legend, it'd take on runes that could channel that magic into the blade, turning him into something of a spellsword.

Similarly, if there were a Link who were Sheikah & trained as such, it'd take on a more katana or ninjatō-like shape. And Gerudo? A scimitar.

Hell, for Wind, it might turn more into a cutlass.

For the most part, it will stick to the shape of a sword of some sort.

Ergo, Clove (LU Four) would have zero reasons to avoid using it.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

[iamthekaijuking]

Gigabash character overview: RAWA

While Passion Republic Games primarily took inspiration from Ultraman when making Gigabash, it would be remiss to make a kaiju setting without its own Godzilla, and indeed no kaiju setting is worth its salt without one. And brother, Passion Republic Games delivered.

The song used is Area 51 S-class, which would become one of my favorite songs ever. Also if you haven’t already listen to the Gigabash soundtrack, it’s great and funky.

My favorite character in the roster and my main. In comparison to Thundatross, Rawa is the lightning bruiser of the roster. His attacks are slow but hard hitting and he has decent combo potential. Rawa has a powerful charge attack, a breath attack that can extend his time in the air, and an “atomic pulse” with superarmor for sticky situations. This attack in particular can be charged, but be careful with this as the charged version sacrifices one of your health bars.

Design

Being the Notzilla and destruction deity of the setting, Rawa takes obvious inspiration from godzilla, but also some Ultraman reference as to be expected of PRG. Ultraman Belial was a surprising source of inspiration. Rawa also reminds me of Natsunomeryu, although this might not be intentional.

The biggest source of inspiration though was the Phaya Naga, a dragon in southeastern Asian mythology and religion. Different countries and cultures have different versions of the Naga ranging from a snake person, to a multi headed cobra, to a more traditional looking eastern dragon. Rawa specifically takes inspiration from the Malaysian and Thai versions, and it’s pretty obvious given his giant horn, golden plating, and large canines. One of Rawa’s skins is named after the country Napal, and I actually have a coworker who grew up there. It was pretty fun talking to him about his country’s version of the Naga in preparation for this overview! I learned that in Napal, Naga are worshiped as god-like figures, and that to disrespect them or even dirty their shrine can bring bad luck and bodily injury such as swelling and rashes.

Just like his inspiration, Rawa is worshipped and treated with reverence. His worshipers even fashioned him gold rings to wear on his canines!

Here’s some concept art.

Rawa also kinda reminds me of the notzillas made by many people on deviantart back in the early 2010’s when people were starved for kaiju content and were making their own.

Lore

As you figured out by now, Rawa is the infamous “dragon king” mentioned in Skorak and Rohanna’s overviews, and so I think it’s time I paint a complete picture of what happened on Tarabak island.

Long ago the natives of Tarabak island lived in fear. They were constantly under threat of kaiju, until one day a great serpentine dragon appeared and defeated every monster with his overwhelming might and burned them away with his ethereal flames (which aren’t actually composed of fire or generate heat, Rawa’s flames are made of Giga Energy and instead of burning things they rip stuff apart on a molecular level). Under his protection they were safe, and were finally able to settle down and create a grand city.

However, Rawa’s protection came at a cost. He demanded to be treated lavishly and have access to Giga Energy 24/7, so his worshippers had to make giant pyramids in his image that channeled Giga Energy and stored it (that’s why the pyramids in one of the Tarabak arenas sometimes make giant Giga Energy orbs). This wasn’t enough though, and so every year the citizens of Tarabak would gather to provide offerings called “Violet Elixirs”. These were a drink made using Giga Crystals, and people had to mine deep within the earth to harvest them. Years of exposure often left people with purple ring marks on their skin (this is the only side effect of contact with Giga Energy on humans that we know of, and it’s unknown if this is actually a medical condition that needs treatment or if this just means people have tie-dye hands). If this elixir was made in poor quality or if Rawa didn’t like it, then he would burn you alive. If he did like it though then you were allowed to take one of the golden scales Rawa shed.

The most ardent of Rawa’s followers didn’t mind that and viewed death as a gift, but others were obviously not jazzed about the prospect of being killed every year because a big garish lizard didn’t like your radioactive grape juice. What was worse is that the aristocrats started weaponizing Rawa against anyone they didn’t like, so any form of protest was flattened underfoot. This reached a breaking point and almost a century after the founding of the civilization of Tarabak, the people who would eventually become the Eyes of Skorak performed their dark ritual that summoned the eggs of the parasitoid slug. They then put the eggs into their Violet Elixirs, fed them to Rawa, and eventually Skorak ate him from the inside out and took his skull as a shell.

Some people decided to follow this new kaiju and became the Eyes of Skorak, while others fled into Rohanna’s territory and came to worship her. But a third group of people stayed. Unflinchingly loyal to the dragon, they gathered his horn, dead body, and as much Violet Elixir as they could and revived Rawa. This and the fact that flesh still clings to his skull and can still generate ethereal flames after all this time on Skorak’s back indicates that in the universe of Gigabash, kaiju can eventually regenerate from mortal wounds and their cells can potentially live independently and indefinitely so long as they have access to Giga Energy.

Rawa’s new revived form isn’t long and serpentine like it used to be and is now stumpy and sorta dinosaurian, and he’s still trying to gain enough power to reach his original form. This technically also makes Rawa a dracolich.

In the in universe book The Lost World of Tarabak, Petyr’s crew comes across the followers of Rawa last before leaving the island. They still roughly maintain their habitats from their fallen civilization, even keeping their legislative system. They wear gold and some of them even spoke English. Doug, being a member of the Eyes of Skorak, became a slave working in the mines digging for Giga Crystals, the rest of Petyr’s crew were free to leave the island on the condition that they spread word of the return of Rawa, which worked out pretty well since Petyr recorded everything that happened in his book. The captain of their ship never left with them though as he stole a gold trinket, and so he was forced to give Rawa a Violet Elixir before being burnt away. The followers of Rawa know that the dragon hates dishonesty.

To wrap this up: I love Rawa. Rawa is my favorite, and I like talking about him. In fact this entire series of overviews was partly an excuse to talk about him. If you ever face me playing as Rawa then you better beg for mercy.

[cvbullshit]

Influencers (Dusttale: Bad Influence x CV)

Before we get started:

-The "Dusttale: Bad Influence" AU is created by @liliallowed / @lilibanned

-I did this solely for fun

-If I got characters wrong, I'm sorry lili

-This is not canon... To at least Dusttale: Bad Influence

Part 1:

Meet n' Greet

Noelle was wandering around, near the woods of Snowdin area, having heard something that sounded like someone screaming, though it sounded decently far. She didn't know what to make of it, it almost seemed like she was the only one who heard it as Sans never even batted an eye, gone to check. That can't be so, though, it was pretty loud, wasn't it? She wanted to see if anyone was in danger, hurt, or worse, despite the fact that no one should be left. Having gone by herself as she felt too timid to try to convince Sans that she heard something, especially when he had gone off to deal with The Core.

Why was she even investigating alone?? This is so stupid. She makes her way deeper into the woods, "Hello?? Heellooo?!" She called out, "Is anybody there?!" She looked around before hearing some distant voices. She looked towards the direction she heard them from, staring before hesitantly going, trying not to make too much noise just in case.

As she got closer, she could make out some of what the voices were saying.

"...And we need to stay alert." "Was already on that." "Yeah, we got this, you can trust us to be calm, collected, put together, and careful!" "...As much as I love you guys..." "That was the biggest lie you've ever heard? Yeah, I know." "Literally, Ink is already gone."

Noelle was confused for a moment but just pushed that aside, she didn't have context to the conversation, she turns and looks onward from behind a tree. There was a group, talking and distracted by each other to not notice her. A wide range of characters on the table who certainly stood out. There was a glitchy black skeleton who just stood there, not seeming bothered by anything but interested in the area around him, a human in an.. interesting outfit was propped up on his shoulder, seeming heavily annoyed for no reason, she had her arms crossed as she leaned up against the glitchy skeleton. There was a tall skeleton with a lab coat, standing next to another skeleton, wearing a blue scarf and looking incredibly tired of life. This tall skeleton seemed to be the most calm and collected. There was a human lady who wore some sort of uniform like outfit, having a long ponytail tied up by a white bow, she seemed the main one slightly worried and trying to give advice to the group. The one who stood out to Noelle was a skeleton who looked basically identical to Sans, and not in the similar face shape that the glitchy and blue scarfed skeletons had, but almost one for one, the difference being his sweater and right eye, that had purple in it instead of blue.

"Ah.." The human girl in uniform looked around a bit before sighing, "Ink.." She mumbled. The tall skeleton looked around as well, staying completely silent.

Noelle was about to speak up, as there were suddenly more monsters, and humans but so far the humans seemed alright, however she heard a noise behind her, she turned around quickly, a bit freaked out due to the sudden movement. A very short/small skeleton came out from behind a tree, crawling on all fours and sniffing the ground before suddenly looking at Noelle, having a long brown scarf, something black splattered on his cheek, and every unique eye lights. Noelle stared in confusion a bit, unsure of what to say or do in response to... Any of this. The small skeleton smiled at her, his eye lights changing with every blink, "Hiii!" He said happily as he crawled toward her in an oddly enduring and somewhat cute way. Noelle blinks more, "Erm.. Hello??" She responded, leaning down a bit, looking at him carefully, "How... How... Um.. Who are you?" She asked the short skeleton. Suddenly, a voice came from behind her, towards where the group was, "That would take a lot of explaining."

She quickly looked behind her to see the tall skeleton, looking down at her with a dull, calm, yet somewhat intimidating expression, his sudden appearance making her squeak from surprise, or was that slight fear? Excitement?

...

Meanwhile...

Sans was working on The Core, sweating a bit from working and the heat of Hotland. As he just got one part done, he suddenly felt this weird aura wash over him, almost a happy vibe? Something felt off. Not just the sudden positive energy he felt. He then heard voices, new ones. He blinked in confusion before looking the direction the voices came from. He looked to The Core then to the direction of the voices, he then shook his head and quickly dropped his tools, cautiously heading towards the voices. It'll only take a second.

When he got to the voices' source, he saw two skeletons. One skeleton had gold eye lights and a yellow and black outfit. The other was much bigger than both himself and the yellow skeleton put together, having a more formal attire that was black and red, sharp teeth in his mouth holding a single gold tooth, red eye lights. The bigger one held a cigar that bled out red smoke, he took a puff before grumbling, "This ain't suppose to happen in your wacky bullshit house?" He asked the yellow skeleton. The yellow skeleton looked at him, "No! Well.. Yes and no? Depends." He retorted quickly, as if trying to defend something however there wasn't much to defend in this matter. The bigger skeleton grew an annoyed expression, "Whatever, Sunshine." He said, rather sarcastically, "Just use your portal nonsense to take us back, we have business to do." He added, sort of demanding. The yellow skeleton sighs, "Alright, but I think.." He was instantly cut off by the bigger one's glare, "You think, what's the point? Think all you want, we don't have time for this!" He snapped slightly.

Sans watched for a moment before narrowing his eyes, pushing his confusion aside to focus, before he could do anything though, he was suddenly lifted into the air by his foot, leaving him dangling there, "Wh-" He began to say before looking at his leg, there was nothing holding him up. He then heard a series of whispering from multiple voices from behind him, he glanced behind him to see a giant skeleton shadow casted on the wall, having gaps in the face to make two eyes and a smile, the eyes narrowed at him as the whispers got louder. The shadow thing was right next to his own, floating shadow, looking like it was holding his shadow up by the leg as well.

"Well." He heard, he turn back to the two skeletons, who's attention was on him, glaring at them, he wasn't in the mood for this.

The bigger skeleton grinned at Sans, the yellow one looking mildly guilty.. Or worried.. Or upset.. It was hard to tell. "Look what we have 'ere, Sunshine." The bigger one said before taking another puff of his cigar, chuckling darkly.

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[capsensislagamoprh]

It was dark, it was cold, and it was well past his bed time. Otabek didn't know why he stood outside, his eyes focused on something he couldn't see. He didn't know why his ears rang with the slow rushing of blood pumping thrugh veins. He only knew he had to follow the call. It had started earlier in the day. A faint cry, like someone several rooms away asking for help. He'd spent the dawn wandering from place to place, irritating his minders. It wasn't until he was at the ice rink that he heard the sound with any clarity.

Discordant, vibrating with a melancholy intensity, the city itself cried. His child's frame stiffened as he drew a hand over his face, imagining a mask and helm being put into place. He took a step off the ice, his blades seeming to cover themselves - or perhaps he completed the task with his own effort, it was hard to tell. He could feel the tell-tale itch to mount a steed made of shadows and deepest night. He could feel the weight of a sword at his hip. Weapons seemed near, and potent, though this body had never touched them.

Step by step he walked towards the source of the sound. The city screamed. It called out pain and blood and agony. Otabek picked up his pace, his direction as true as the discordant snapping of a guitar string.

The second he was out of sight he felt himself slip thrugh a shadow. The world he traversed now looked exactly like the one he'd just left - sans people. There were great beasts and monsters walking along threads of webbing, only occasionally paying him heed. His steps took him thrugh this landscape with no care for limitations or speed. If there was a shadow, he slipped thrugh it. In a mere three steps he'd managed to leave the fun and joy that seemed to permeate the great rink and all its surroundings, finding himself in a decent - though not wealthy - aria. He could feel his clothes taking on weight, armoring him in dark leathers.

The building is older construction. A familiar car sits outside. He's on the side of the shadows, and they do not convey sensations as fiercely, nor as true. Closing his eye, he steps into a pool of darkness by the back of the house, falling into the real.

There are sounds children shouldn't hear. There are things children shouldn't do. Places they do not go. Something in Otabek removed these limits. Something in the way he saw things, in the need of the people around him. Right now the need was sobbing, the city crying. He walked thrugh the shadows, appearing in the cold corners of the building. He felt the pain of small voices. He heard the sound of their bruises. He saw the frayed threads of their hearts.

The sound of a heavy foot drew his eye. Someone was stomping towards him. They reached, he dodged. They struck out, he fell back. His hand fumbled along for something he could use. A broom came to hand. He held it aloft like a quarterstaff. The man broke it with a kick. Dropping the side with the sweep, Otabek held the stick like a two handed sword, pulling shadows into him - including the ones in the man's heart.

A weapon of night, etched with the fire of the soul. A blade of obsidian, etched gold in glory. It cries, it sings, it forms into being. A flick of his wrist and it becomes sharper than sharp. Snicker-snack it hums as reality tears. The Hero is in a daze. He dose not know what he does. Children should not see such things. There are things children do not do.

This place tho, this place the Hero goes. A body lays broken at his feet, black ringed green, purple with busted capillaries. His once fine skin is a riot of agony. From his enemy's pocket the Hero takes a key. The door he opens leads down dark stairs to a damp room. There is another door, one tucked behind metal shelves cluttered with unused things. It is hard to move it aside. By the time he's got it out of the way he feels danger rising again.

Steady hands open the door and inside are people. There fear should please him, but it dose not. There panic should fuel him. It makes him feel great unease. The Hero is unseelie. He should drink in all dark things. The Hero knows what darkness is, and what feasting on it brings.

When he feels the danger rise to a screaming concerto of desperation and agony, when he hears that faint electric hum of warning from the city, he turns, gloved hand digging into the streams of terror the people trapped in that dark room feel. It becomes a weapon. A whip of ribbons the colors of old bruises and fresh blood. They snap, cut, bind and bite into the previously unconscious man.

He dose not see what fey eyes see. To the outside world a boy with death in his eyes turned in stoic resignation, locking gazes with a man much larger, far more powerful than him, a broken broom stick in hand. It was lucky, they would say, that the criminally connected house breaker had a heart attack. He died before he could do something horrific to the boy, like he'd done to those stuck in that room. The family would remember a boy with determined eyes and an iron will. They would see the welts and bruises forming from the fight upstairs. They watched, to the last, as he set the broken handle down as reverently as one would a precious treasure. On shaking legs he disappeared into the house.

The shadows took him back to the rink. As he stood there, slicking back his hair, remove the imagined helm, he realized people had been looking for him. He'd been gone the length of the lesson, and his minder was here to collect him. With out a word he put his small body into the car, saying nothing.

What could he say? He wasn't quite sure why he'd done what he did, only knew that he should. He'd wake up in the morning thinking it only a dream, the news saying it was something.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20

[justsomestoicguy]

What.

So...

I'm not exactly thrilled about my newest group project, but hey, at least I got paired with decent people: 

Kai, Hikari, and Tanaka (again, surprisingly enough).

Our task? Researching important figures in Japan for our history assignment. Which means a trip to the museum.

Hikari bounces on her heels, her bracelets jingling and sundress flowing as she does. "I'll take the 20s!" she announces, her voice bubbly. "There's so many cool heroes from that time!"

"Then I'll handle the 30s," Kai speaks next, fixing his grey hoodie. 

"I'll cover the 2140s," Tanaka states, already looking so done with everything. 

I sigh, stuffing my hands in my pockets. "Guess that leaves me with the 50s."

Lucky me, I get stuck with the late 2150s, the era of Scourge—the vigilante who ended All For One's reign and took away my life's purpose. Cool, right? 

Might learn some stuff I didn't know about her.

Except, not really. 

Because I have a good feeling I won't be getting any more info on her beyond what I got on the internet.

And what did I get after four years of scouring exactly?

Alias: Scourge. Role: Head of the Vigilante Ops (that's what the media calls her vigilante organization). Appearance: female with white hair and purple eyes. Quirk: barrier.

And that's all!

Her real name's unknown, her background's obscure—heck, even her face is still a mystery thanks to that mask she always wore.

Damn it.

I let out another sigh, dragging my feet through Hoshizora Archival Museum's sterile halls.

Better start doing my work.

Pulling out my phone, I begin lazily snapping photos of exhibits and reading plaques with an unamused squint. 

The museum is all polished glass and polished floors, with exhibits that range from ancient artifacts to modern heroes. 

It's busy enough, tourists and school groups milling about, but I'm not really interested in any of it. I skim through the displays, mentally checking off the ones I've seen before.

As I wander around though, I notice a section that's surprisingly quiet. It's tucked away, almost like an afterthought. 

Curiosity piqued, I wander in. It's still part of the 2150s section, so I guess it's relevant. 

The lighting is dimmer here, and the air feels a bit heavier, like I've stumbled into some forgotten corner of history.

Then, I see it.

A massive golden statue, smack dab in the center of the room, of Scourge.

All imposing and magnificent. 

My jaw drops. 

Why haven't I seen this online before?! 

It's like the world wanted to keep this thing under wraps! 

Why?

I look around and notice someone else in the room; a lone tall man with black hair standing in front of the statue, gazing up at it. 

Geh—really?

I'm not too keen on getting close to strangers in quiet, echoey places. 

Guess standing here will have to do.

My eyes flicker back to the left and spot a plaque below the statue. Positioning my phone, I zoom in and read the inscription.

[In Loving Memory

2132-2159]

Damn, that's it? 

No name, no detailed bio—just a lifespan. 

I snap a quick pic of the plaque, frustrated by the lack of info. 

But as I raise my phone to get a shot of the statue, my camera catches a glimpse of the man again, who is now looking directly at me.

My blood runs cold.

I recognize that face. 

I'd recognize that elongated, triangular face anywhere!

Stain.

My heart pounds in my chest. 

What is the infamous Hero Killer doing here?! 

My instinct is to hide, to put my phone away, to disappear into the nearest shadow. But before I can even react, Stain moves—fast. In the blink of an eye, he's now right in front of me.

I yelp, stumbling backward. I brace for the impact of the cold floor, but it never comes. Stain catches me, holding me steady. My breath hitches, my mind racing. 

This is it. 

I'm going to die. 

Goodbye, new life. It has been a good 14 years.

"I've finally found you."

I blink. 

Did I hear that right? 

The words are spoken with a solemn, almost reverent tone. 

I look up, my wide eyes meeting Stain's. There is a softness there, a tenderness that seems so out of place on him.

"Master."

...

HUH?!

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[kerra-and-company]

🥕🥭🍑🥝 for Kerra?

Kerra asks! :D Gladly!! (aaaand I saved this in my drafts forever aklsjd;fsaf I apologize)

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

Kerra has a huge range re: this question. Generally, she's very good at being tough--at least in the moment. She can compartmentalize like there's no tomorrow in order to get through tough situations and then will process those emotions later down the line. If you wanted to break her, though, you put the people closest to her directly in the line of fire. That's historically happened with Trahearne, Aurene, Canach, and Rhi, and it's going to result in extreme desperation to fix whatever the situation is and almost single-minded focus on it. Also probably anger. If you want a very clear and direct emotional and self-sacrificing response, kidnap/threaten/trap someone Kerra cares for. (You're also likely not to survive that, but at that point that's on you.)

🥭 [MANGO] What colors best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favorites?

Kerra's color is and always has been purple, in part because. Well. She is purple, haha. But it's also often associated with royalty and power, and power is one thing Kerra has plenty of, both in terms of position/title and just in terms of magical/martial capability. And is this different from her favorites...kind of? Kerra does like purple, but it's tied with blue and green.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Answered this one here! :)

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

I'd say her outside appearance is decently accurate to who she is. She doesn't really try to hide her physical scars, so you can see some of the things she's lived through over the years. And the fact that she smiles as much as she does is also very much part of her personality. That last bit can trip people up sometimes, though, into thinking she's more okay than she actually is.

[sanpatron]

As someone who tends to think of himself as pretty fashion conscious, Django's sense of style usually focuses on a few key factors; occasion, season, and mood. His choice in clothing tends to lean towards the finer end of things as he has pretty expensive taste and the money to satisfy such wants. However, that hasn't stopped him from shopping in stores that are far more casual when compared to higher-end establishments. Always gotta remember your roots! And it's in that same vein that you come to understand why he always has a need to wear something in purple—whether it be a shirt, jacket, pair of sunglasses, or even as tiny as ring. He will always find a way to fly his colors and represent the gang that has given him everything and made him into the man he is today.

Unfortunately I don't have many reference pictures on hand, so I would like to try my best to explain some of the clothing he'd wear and categorize them into different sections. Afterwards I'd like to share some in-game screenshots from at least the third game to give a sense of what I usually dress him up in!

Also I made one of those Pinny boards for outfit ideas. I'll definitely be adding more to it in the future.

Work:

Work clothing usually consists of either a two-piece or three-piece suit, a few accessories he'll swap around (glasses, rings, watches), and either dress boots or oxfords. He tends to keep both his shirts and jackets to solid colors, but will change things up from time to time. Mostly for the jackets though as he personally thinks it works better for him. He owns one pair of eyeglasses (steel with squared frames) and several sunglasses to go with certain outfits. Rings can range from different gemstones to a few signet rings. His particular favorite being one with a tiger on it.

Usually he would mostly wear these outfits while at the store/office. But if need be, he'll continue to wear it if he needs to step out for anything, whether it be related to GANG✩STAR or not.

Off the Clock:

Django tends to dress down considerably when he's out and about. Sometimes he'll still wear suits when just cruising around the city, but these are considerably far less formal than what he wears during work. Depending on the weather you can find him in either t-shirts, hoodies, military style jackets, casual short sleeve button down shirts, jeans, sneakers, boots, track pants, boat shoes, floral shirts, sweaters, etc. A lot of it is heavily inspired by street fashion and even sometimes skater fashion. As previously mentioned, there will always be a little bit of purple found somewhere on his clothing. At times he might even incorporate a Fleur-de-lis somewhere, though oftentimes it's mostly found in the form of a necklace.

At Home:

Honestly it's just shit like band shirts, sweatpants, and whatever the hell else he felt like putting on. Dude just wants to be lazy.

Welcome to the part of the post where I just dump pictures I literally took minutes ago in SR3 just for reference. It's not a lot, but it's a decent idea of what I like to imagine him wearing here and there.

And then here's his "default" outfit.

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Yuna and Seymour Guado Banners

The Recurring World event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This event came with 2 banners.

Recurring World Banner 1

The Recurring World banner 1 features the following chars and their weapons:

Yuna from Final Fantasy X - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and Force or FR

Seymour Guado from Final Fantasy X - Burst or BT only

Palom from Final Fantasy IV - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Irvine Kinneas from Final Fantasy VIII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Yuna’s FR, Seymour’s BT, and Irvine’s LD.

Have a copy of Palom’s LD but it hasn’t been limit broken at all. Have 2 copies of Irvine’s Ex. One has been limit broken twice.

I know I must have used 2 copies of Irvine’s Ex in order to limit break my first copy. Shouldn’t have done that though because Irvine’s Ex gives a good E Sphere.

This Sphere raises the ranged attack of its user by 15%. Don’t know yet who I’d want to give this Sphere to but it’s good to have a few copies in case I need more or something.

Recurring World Banner 2

The Recurring World banner 2 features the following chars and their weapons:

Yuna from Final Fantasy X - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, BT, and FR

Palom from Final Fantasy IV - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Irvine Kinneas from Final Fantasy VIII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Yuna’s FR and Irvine’s LD.

Thoughts about Yuna from Final Fantasy X

I like Yuna from Final Fantasy X (#ad) well enough, which is why I have her as fully built as possible.

Right now, I have her 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and BT fully MLB. Her Ex has been Purpled or upgraded to Ex+ 3/3. Her Burst has been Greened or upgraded to BT+ 3/3.

Yuna has her High Armor, and it’s been upgraded to Blue. She has her Bloom Stone.

Yuna has triple perfect Artifacts - 3 Charged Esuna Boost★★ (Esuna use +1; raises MAX BRV by 40%) with Buff Attack Boost All★★ (Raises party’s MAX BRV, ATK by 10% with active buff).

Yuna is equipped with the following real Spheres:

Paladin Cecil Harvey’s (from Final Fantasy IV) Full HP Break Hit BRV Gain All C Sphere

When inflicting Break or attacking target afflicted with Break while own HP at MAX: • Grants party 5% of individual MAX BRV once per turn

Queen’s (from Final Fantasy Type-0) Break Hit Attack Boost All Shorter D Sphere

When inflicting Break or attacking target afflicted with Break: • Raises party’s MAX BRV, ATK by 5% for 3 turns

All of Yuna’s Summon Boards and Character Enhancement Boards have been completed.

Yuna is a support and healer. She offers pretty good buffs and auras. She can even deal pretty decent damage. She can extend the duration of the party’s buffs. She can remove the party’s debuffs. She can also battery the party.

Interested in acquiring Yuna’s FR, not just ‘cause I like her but also because it’s the only weapon I’m missing for her and I want to complete her.

Yuna’s FR isn’t really meta though. Sure, it works well enough, and Yuna’s a good support but there are better FRs out there.

And, even if I bring Yuna as my support and healer, I’m more likely to use the FR of my DPS. So I don’t really need Yuna’s Force weapon. Would love to have it though.

I’m torn on whether to pull for Yuna’s FR with tickets or with gems. Initially, I was thinking of using gems but - although I want Yuna’s FR, don’t really want to pity it. Don’t want to spend so many gems trying to get it.

It’d be nice to get a copy of Seymour’s BT and Irvine’s LD but don’t really need either. Even if I get Seymour’s BT, have no plans of Greening it or fully building him.

Irvine doesn’t even have his own Force and Burst weapons yet so he’s super outdated by now. Not gonna use him even if I manage to get his LD. At most, he might see use as a Call.

Recurring World Banner 1 Free First Multi-Draw Results

As part of the Winter Festival campaign, we get a free multi-draw on both of the Recurring World banners.

Banner 1′s free pull gave me nothing more than a dupe of Irvine’s 35cp. Bleh. Bad pull is bad.

Recurring World Banner 2 Free First Multi-Draw Results

My free multi-draw on the Recurring World banner 2 gave me a gold orb which turned into dupes of Yuna’s LD and either Palom’s or Yuna’s 15cp. Meh. Wish that Yuna LD dupe had been Irvine’s LD instead.

Recurring World Banner 1 Tickets Pulls Results

After thinking about it some more, decided to just ticket the Recurring World banner 1 in the hopes of being able to get Yuna’s FR and maybe even Seymour’s BT.

I might not have any plans of Greening Seymour’s Burst weapon but it’d still be nice to have it.

Also, I just checked and it looks like Yuna’s Force weapon will be back on a future banner so in case I fail to get it now, at least I can try again later.

Anyway, currently have 179 tickets on hand.

Aside from the usual bronze and silver trash and gold dupes, here are some of the more notable items that I got from these 10-draws:

2/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Yuna’s Ex and Irvine’s 15cp

Meh. Wish that Yuna Ex dupe had been Irvine’s Ex instead.

1/10 - my very first copy of Irvine’s LD

Hell, yes! Was really pleased to have been able to get Irvine’s LD.

I might not be able to use him for any endgame content since he’s horribly outdated by now but it’s still nice to get something new.

2/10 - dupes of Irvine’s 35cp and Palom’s LD

At least I can now limit break my first copy of Palom’s LD. Would still need more dupes in order to fully MLB it though.

After a few more 10-draws, a Force orb showed up.

Hell, yes! Super pleased to see this. Also super pleased to get my very first copy of Yuna’s FR.

Yay! So glad that I was able to get Yuna’s FR just by using tickets.

Aside from Yuna’s FR, this 10-draw also gave me a dupe of Irvine’s 35cp.

Was down to 99 tickets when Yuna’s Force weapon came home. Still don’t have Seymour’s BT, and it’s too bad that I wasn’t able to get dupes of Irvine’s Ex, but it’s fine. Done pulling on this banner.

Yuna from Final Fantasy X

Since Yuna’s FR is gonna be featured again in a future banner and since it’s not really that good and I don’t really have any plans of using it right now, I decided not to spend the High Power Stones needed to fully MLB it.

Normally, if I get a Force weapon, I’d equip it to a char even if it isn’t fully MLB. But I can’t do this for Yuna because I have her Burst weapon and I’ve already Greened said BT.

Equipping Yuna with her FR means I’d have to drop her Burst+ 3/3 weapon which I don’t want to do since the latter has higher stats.

So now Yuna’s FR is just gonna be sitting in my inventory for the foreseeable future until I can fully MLB it and get its passive.

Although I chose not to MLB Yuna’s FR for now, I did decide to get all of her Force Enhancements so I can make use of her as a force gauge charger.

Recurring World Banner 1 Daily Free Single Draw Results

Each day, we get 1 free single draw on any one of the currently available banners in Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia.

For now, I’ve been using my daily free single draws on the Recurring World Banner 1 since I’m still missing Seymour’s BT and certainly wouldn’t say no to dupes of Yuna’s FR, Palom’s LD, Irvine’s LD, and/or Irvine’s Ex.

Wasn’t really expecting to get anything from these free single draws. It’s really rare to get a gold from these pulls. It’s happened before but more often than not, I just get the usual bronze and silver trash.

So one day, was surprised when I actually got a gold orb.

This turned into yet another dupe of Palom’s LD. Ah, well. At least this dupe will let me limit break my first copy of Palom’s LD again. Now I just need 1 more dupe to fully max limit break Palom’s LD.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on either of the Recurring World banners? What do you think about Yuna, Seymour Guado, and all the other chars featured on these banners? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

[persuasivesilk]

1) 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙫. 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡𝙨 —

“You look like you’re going to be sick.”

My paralegal, Nolan, stared at me with caring, yet worried eyes. The purple tint that spread under them matched mine. He had to repeat himself. My mind, and apparently my listening skills, was no where to be found in the hallway of the courthouse. Along with the fact that the already cramped space was teeming with reporters, all clobbering over one another to get a decent soundbite. I couldn’t even hear myself think.

“Roy— hey, watch it will you?”

One of the reporters had stepped on his foot, not even bothering to apologize. After shooting a dirty look at the guy and shaking his head in distaste, he continued.

“Royce, you have argued a solid case over the past month. More than solid. I wouldn’t lie to you. How many times was I honest in letting you know the case law you were going to cite was idiotic?”

That elicited a small laugh from me, and managed to pull myself back to the present. Yes, Nolan was not shy about such things. It was why I had insisted he be my lead support staff during this trial. Though, it didn’t take much convincing on my part, he was keen from the first day I had been assigned this case. We’d started at the prosecutor’s office at the same time and had clicked shortly after. Ever since that day, we’d been a team. It was no different during this trial.

It was more like THE trial. The one that would undoubtedly make or break my career as a prosecutor as I was putting away a prolific serial killer that tormented Chicago for nearly three years.

I expelled a deep sigh to steady my nerves and calm the nauseous sensation that rumbled in my stomach. It didn’t last for long though, as everyone began to scramble from the courthouse lobby and back into the courtroom.

•••

There he sat. Stoic. Not even blinking for long periods of time. As if a jury hadn’t just sat through weeks of testimony and exhibits that caused not one but two jurors to nearly faint. A part of me saw him as the monster the media had painted him to be, the monster responsible for the string of murders in the city that left a path of sheer terror behind him.

His victims were mostly women, ranging from ages 17 to 35. Three others were men, early twenties. Nolan and I never could pin down why he deviated from his modus operandi when it came to them. The fact kept me up with a bottle(s) of wine and case files many nights. The media didn’t quite care, I suppose it didn’t matter to them in the grand scheme of things when 16 individuals had lost their lives.

The other part, the part of me that had poured over each gruesome detail of this case, knew that he was simply a coward and a disgrace to humanity. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he wanted to be known as a monster.

I’d learned to separate my personal feelings toward men like him over the course of my career. In order to prosecute a case in a fair and just manner, it was imperative.

Still, it didn’t stop the small voice inside me that wished Illinois still had the death penalty when the judge sentenced him to two life sentences without the possibility of parole instead. While everyone cheered, ecstatic that Alan Michaels would be put away forever, I silently cursed myself for thinking the way that I did but I couldn’t help it.

He was scum.

As the entire courtroom stood, watching officers lead Michaels back to where he would rot, his dead eyes found mine from across the room. I didn’t dare look away. Not even when his thin lips curled into a disgusting smile that I knew was just for me.

[understandableparadox]

camping diaries of a charub: alternian forest-side b

a massive blood shot eye with red iris glares into the camera before pulling back. the same creature as the last entry sits cross legged in a cruncified tent. they wore a somewhat tattered purple outfit with the same such hue. the only difference seems to be that four of their fangs are turned outwards and a somewhat shoddily made tricorn perched on their head.

"FUCK, OK I GUESS I NEED TO DO THE VIDEO WHATEVER AS WELL, WHOEVER WATCHES THIS IN THE FUTURE, FEEL BLESSED THAT YOU GET TO WATCH A GOD DAMN MASTER AT WORK"

he walks out of frame, still talking as if the camera was with him. its not. its on the floor. recording a patch of intresting tent interior. it would take exactly one hour of recording for the alien to realize their mistake and reterive the camra...

"THE MASTER LESSONS ARE NOT FREE, IF YOU ARE CLOSE TO BEING A MASTER THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED WHAT I DID BY LISTENING..."

he turns the camera towards his work, scrap would has been constructed into a crude set of tables. on one, a few cans of soda and other such tins. had been assembled in a rather odd configuration.

"BECAUSE MY SISTER IS SUCH A FUCKING WIMP AND WONT EAT THE PERFECTLY GOOD MEAT I COULD BRING IN, I HAVE TO GET A SET UP GOING TO MAKE SOME HOME MADE NASTY ASS CANDY."

he tosses a stick into the feeder and ontop of the grate, he places a hunk of werid looking steak...

"ANYWAYS, THIS IS A "HOBO" ROCKET STOVE, HOBOS ARE FUCKING COOL, I DONT CARE IF THEY HAVE A CLOWN NAMED AFTER THEN, THEY HAD SECRET CODES, TOLD TRAINS TO GO FUCK THEMSELVES AND HAD SHIT LIKE THIS~"

theres an edge of actual enjoyment to his voice as he flips the steak over again.

"MY SISTER WANTED ME TO DO SOME SHIT??? GATHER MORE METAL STUFF, CHECK, TRY TO MAKE AN AXE, FUCKING GROSS...OH ITS FOR TREES...STILL GROSS, LOOK ANY WEAPON SOMEONE NEEDS CAN BE DONE WITH A BAT!"

to demonstrate his point, he forms his strife, a wooden baseball bat covered in various shards of scrape metal.

"IT CAN CUT, SMACK, BLUDGEON! AND IF YOU THROW IT HARD ENOUGH, ITS RANGED. PERFECT WEAPON, TEN OUTTA TEN."

he contemplates his weapon for a second before grabbing the now slightly cooked hunk of steak and ripping into it with a bit of ferocity.

"THOUGH I DONT WANNA LIVE IN THIS FUCKING TENT ANY LONGER THEN A WEEK OR TWO SO I GUESS AN AXE IS NEEDED...IF i CAN YOINK ONE OF THESE ASSHOLES CHAINSAWS, THAT MIGHT WORK TO, i SAW SOME FUCKING WERID WHITE BUG GUY WHEN I WAS SNEAKING AROUND IN TOWN AND THEY HAD A SAW."

they gain a werid twitch in their eye...

"BULKY TALL PEICE OF SHIT, DOES HE THINK HES BETTER THEN ME?! JUST SWINGING THAT SHIT AROUND LIKE HES THE HOTTEST THING TO BE PURGED OUT OF THIS SHIT TEIR ROCK?! HALF THE INSECTS HERE HAD WAY COOLER ATTACHEMENTS."

another bite of meat and he seems to come off his second of indignit anger...

"AXE...THATS NOT FUCKING EASY TO MAKE SO I DONT KNOW WHY I GET STUCK ON CRAFTING DUTY, OH WAIT, YES I FUCKING DO! ITS BECAUSE IM THE FUCKING BEST AT IT!"

from his inventory, he unloads a large pile of scrap metal. he starts digging around looking for specific pecies. thick nails, peices of an old lawn mower blade...

"YEAH THIS WILL WORK... FUN FACT, YOU DONT NEED TO SHARPEN SOMETHING INTO A BLADE IF IT ALREADY HAS A BLADE."

he looks around and stares up a tree...

"WAIT HERE."

he climbs a tree up and out of frame, theres the sound of rustling, angry birds and wood ripping before the charub drops back down with a branch.

"WOOD IS GOOD FOR HANDLES, IT HURTS LESS BUT LIKE... ONLY IF ITS SHAPED RIGHT? ITS WERID, ITS BULLSHIT BUT I LIKE IT BECAUSE ITS MY BULLSHIT."

he starts to scrape away at it, creating a decently sized handle, useing a scrap metal knife to shape it through widdling. it takes him a few hours but he soon has a semi decent handle. he rummages through the junk again to drag a long length of wire.

"I WAS GOING TO USE NAILS BUT OOPS, I DONT HAVE A FUCKING DRILL OR ANYTHING WITH POWER AND WERE NOT TO THE STEAL SHIT PHASE OF OUR STAY HERE WHICH AGAIN, BULLSHIT. NOT LIKE THAT HAG WOULD HAVE LET ME HAVE POWER TOOLS..."

he uses the knife to cut out a channel into handle. he gets distracted and looks around, abandoning the project to mess with something in the crater and grass, ripping chunks off it and going off screen to where the stove is.

"I FUCKING FORGOT THE GLUE, HOW THE FUCK IS SHIT GOING TO STAY IF THERES NO GLUE...I LEARNED THIS TRICK FROM HUMANS, APPERENTLY IF YOU HAVE SAP AND BURNT SHIT... WHICH SHOULDNT BE TO HARD TO MAKE, SAP IS JUST... SUGER RIGHT? SO IF I JUST GET SOME OF THIS BAD CANDY, MELT IT AND..."

Theres a gagging noise, and a rather noxious looking smoke that roils out from of screen... he quickly comes back with a tin can filled with something miasmic that he dips a stick. he pulls it out to reveal a semi liquad black material that he pours into the channel. he shoves the old mower blade in and ties at two points with a wire. he lets it sit as he throws the contents of the candy pitch away into the crater.

"UGH, IM TIRED... IM NOT CHOPPING DOWN ANY FUCKING TREES RIGHT NOW, GOOD NIGHT I GUESS? THIS PLACE IS WEIRD... BUT ITS NICE I GUESS, KRATANOR SAYS WE HAVE TO WAIT TO TALK TO OUR "CONTACT"? WHICH I DONT UNDERSTAND, IM FUCKING BORED... WELL, NO THATS NOT TRUE, IM NOT BORED, ITS JUST QUIET HERE, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS THE MOON. WHICH I LIKE...IM DONE TALKING."

The charub reaches over and cuts off the feed.

[bunnirs]

Your Honor // Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

Synopsis: Chuuya’s home late, and you’re certainly not the forgiving type. What the fuck is keeping him away so late? What the fuck could be so important?

Warning: Cussing, Murder of a really good cheese pizza I was wishing I had in my freezer, Makeout session?

It was getting late, dinner was already cooked and set out on the table, a large spread of decently made food, something you had put a lot of effort into making though you wouldn’t call yourself the best cook.

But, nevertheless, you did your best in preparing a suitable dinner for your lovely boyfriend, who was taking his sweet fucking time getting home. It was already past eight when you decided to give the bitch a ring and chew the fedora off his head. And to your growing rage, the call rang through to voicemail.

Pushing yourself away from the dinner table, you stood up and walked to the couch, throwing yourself down as you went to find some shitty TV show to pass the time until Chuuya could get home, only for you to kill him for real. You found yourself dozing off until you finally heard the door open and the angry stomps that followed the sound of it slamming back shut.

“So, what? Mori hold you back to talk about the Monster High reboot or some shit? I went through the trouble of cooking your bitch ass a full course meal and what? You wanted to shoot the shit or something?” You snarked as you stood back up to face him, surprised when you saw him striding towards you with an equally pissed off expression.

“Excuse me–” You started, but were cut off as he took your face with both hands and forcibly dragged you downwards, crashing his lips with yours. Blushing in return, you go to lean into the kiss when you taste something strange on your lips. You put your hands on his chest and push him back slightly causing him to groan in disappointment as you surveyed his face.

“Chuuya, what happened?” You asked in a concerned voice, looking at the busted lip and purple forming on his brow.

He seemed pissed that you would even notice, too proud to bring it up to you in the first place. “It’s nothing. Come back here.” He went to grab for you to embrace you again, but you had already slipped away to the kitchen to find him something to put on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “Stop thinking with your dick, I’m just going to grab you some- uh-” You searched around the freezer. “Would frozen pizza work?”

“Are you stupid? No, frozen pizza wouldn’t work–” He hissed in pain as you shoved a Red Baron Four Cheese pizza onto his face.

“Care to explain?” You gestured at him.

Chuuya groaned as he pulled out a chair from the table, sitting down and taking a bite out of the spaghetti that you made for him. He grimaced in disgust. “Why is it cold?”

You plopped yourself down across from him, your anger slowly returning from when he was late. “Well, it would’ve been hot a couple hours ago but someone wasn’t fucking here to eat it.”

He glared at you. “Whatever.”

Later, you would surely laugh at the sight of your boyfriend twirling noodles with one hand and holding a frozen pizza pie to his eye with the other, but your current resentment and concern took precedence. “Seriously Chuuya, who fucked you up like this?”

He almost seemed hurt that you would think he could lose to anyone but his natural anger came through. “Well, maybe if someone wasn’t coming into headquarters ass out, I wouldn’t have had to deck a motherfucker.”

You sputtered for a second. “Huh?”

“Last friday, when you just had to come in wearing tight pants and that stupid fucking shirt you just had to walk by some shitbag lackeys, didn’t you?” He grabbed the already open bottle of wine and pulled the cork out with his teeth, sliding his chair back and propping his legs on the table as he drank straight from the bottle.

This didn’t come as a surprise to you, as you knew that he’s had issues with your outfits before. Not you specifically, of course, as he’s always held a certain appreciation for your body, but rather when the both of you were in public and you’d get quite the number of unnecessary stares from others.

“I told you to stop caring about what others think of me,” You rolled your eyes. “I get it a lot anyways so I’m used to it by now.”

“What? Having creepy ass men call you a whore?” You watched as he kicked his legs off and stood up to walk around the table to you, grabbing your chin so you could meet his eyes. You could very clearly smell the wine on his breath and smirked as you watched his attention slide down to your lips.

You turned your face away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of some anger induced make out session. “I’m not in the interest of kissing brutes at the moment, try again later–” You were cut off as you felt his lips on your pulse point, causing a squeak to come out of your mouth and your breathing to turn shaky as you stuttered out. “Beside that, that pizza in your hand is a little unflattering.”

He groaned as he threw it away from the both of you, and you gasped as you felt the cold hand slipping up your shirt to grasp your waist. “Come on, let’s just make love. It’s the only thing that’ll make it better.”

“Stop changing the subject,” You stood up abruptly to glare at him, “I’m not in the mood when my boyfriend looks busted as hell. You shouldn’t fight for honor ‘cause we’re all born sinners.”

Chuuya bared his teeth at you as he grabbed your wrist to drag you back. “You should've heard the shit they were saying about you, calling you a fucking whore, I’m not just going to stand around and hear that from some shit eating lowlifes.”

“I know what I am and I know what I’m not, Chuuya, I don’t give a fuck what some nobody’s got to say about how I look,” You rolled your eyes as you lifted your hand to his face and ran a thumb under his eye. You huffed a laugh as he winced slightly, resting your forehead onto his.

He brought your body closer and eventually turned the two of you around so he could sit down with you in his lap. You hugged him as he shoved his head into your neck and mumbled quietly into it.

“What was that?” You question as you bring your hand up to play with his red hair.

“I said I fucking love you,” Chuuya grumbled. “And my hand hurts like a bitch.”

You giggled at his betrayed expression as you stood up out of his lap, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “Hold on, your honor, I’m just getting some ice for your hand.”

cross posted on ao3: here!

[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

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To be a Jedi - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Request: “anakin/female!reader getting together fic that involves reader crying because she’s feeling self-conscious about her appearance and feeling worthless and anakin comforting her and calming her down and then accidentally confessing to her?”

Tags: @lothloriien​

Warnings: self-deprecation, insecurities, etc. (~2,500 words)

~~~~~

Being a Jedi really sucked sometimes.

Not all the time. In fact, you normally enjoyed the fast-paced, demanding lifestyle you led. Even as a youngling you had taken pride in the ritual and responsibility of being a Jedi, and now, as a Padawan on the verge of facing the Jedi trials, you were more confident than ever that the Force had led you down the right path.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t have bad days every once in a while.

Your Master had been called away on some highly classified mission in the Naboo system, so you’d been spending the week at the Jedi Temple working on some independent research and participating in training sessions with the other senior Padawans. Unfortunately, they were focusing on lightsaber combat this week - something you were definitely not as skilled at considering your specialization in negotiation and communications.

It wasn’t that you were unathletic - you were training to be a Jedi for crying out loud - but it was hard not to feel a little self-conscious about how much you were struggling with the training exercises, especially when your assigned training partner was none other than Anakin Skywalker.

It was just past midday - you’d been training for hours already and still had a few to go. The sun was blaring down on the courtyard where you and the other Padawans were sparring under Obi-Wan’s supervision.

You panted heavily, eyeing Anakin as the two of you circled each other slowly. There was no question as to which one of you would launch the next parry - Anakin had taken the offensive right out of the gate - so all you could do was try to catch your breath and prepare yourself for his next attack.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, a few beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and some of his hair sticking to his face. His eyes were following your every move, tracking you like you were some kind of prey.

You hated this.

Suddenly, Anakin lunged forward, blue lightsaber whirring loudly as he swung it towards you. You groaned, lifting your own lightsaber up at the last possible moment to deflect him.

“Such a slow reaction time,” Anakin teased, grinning as he stepped back to give himself a wider range of motion.

“I thought it would take you longer to catch your breath,” you replied, voice strained as you blocked another one of his strikes.

You’d been friends with Anakin since Obi-Wan took him as a Padawan years ago, offering to help him as he played “catch up” with the rest of you. The fact he’d become such a strong Force-user despite starting so late was something you deeply respected him for, though you were perfectly content simply watching him display these skills.

Being on the receiving end of a lightsaber attack from Anakin Skywalker was not something you would consider enjoyable. You’d spent the whole morning dodging and jumping and somehow still losing every match. 

You flinched as Anakin’s lightsaber hit your torso, the sting of the “training mode” setting hurting far less than the sting of your own pride.

“Seven to one,” Obi-Wan called from where he was watching. You groaned, rubbing your temples with your free hand and turning your lightsaber off.

“Hey, you were definitely doing better than time,” Anakin said reassuringly, sensing your frustration. “Improvement is all Obi-Wan is looking for.”

“Improvement doesn’t take away from the fact I’ve lost seven matches today,” you seethed, bending down to re-tie the laces of your boots.

“Perhaps if you worked out a bit more you wouldn’t lose so often,” one of the other Padawans jested. Your head snapped up, face flushing as you sent them a pointed glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked curtly, watching them look between you and Anakin uncomfortably.

“It’s just-”

They didn’t get a chance to finish, letting out a small shriek as they dodged a rock flying through the air. You turned around to look at Anakin, his slightly raised hand indicating who’d been responsible for the rock. At least he was using his Force capabilities in your favor now.

“Thanks,” you muttered, reigniting your lightsaber, glancing at the clock above where Obi-Wan was sitting. All you wanted was for training to be over so you could retreat to your room.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Anakin said, a somewhat angry look on his face as he took a fighting stance across from you. “You’re perfectly capable of wielding a lightsaber, and you’d definitely beat them if you’d been paired up.”

“Hopefully,” you corrected him, “hopefully I’d beat them.”

“Definitely,” Anakin insisted, you rolling your eyes as you lifted your lightsaber in front of you.

----

What sucked about getting older was how little you saw Obi-Wan and Anakin. Your Master was responsible for conducting multiple research projects for the Jedi Council off-world, and Obi-Wan and Anakin hardly ever stayed on Coruscant for longer than a few days, so it was unlikely that you’d find yourselves in the same place for a decent amount of time anymore.

Normally, you would’ve used this week as a great opportunity to catch up with one of your oldest friends. This damn lightsaber training was getting in the way.

It had been yet another long day of sweating the equivalent of your own bodyweight and paling in comparison to Anakin’s abilities. Obi-Wan had focused on lightsaber combat in precarious and compromising situations, with one of which resulting in you falling off a two story rock wall.

As you stood in front of the mirror in your room you couldn’t overlook the spattering of bruises covering your torso and arms, all varying hues of blue and purple culminating from the last few days. You sighed, grateful you were getting the extra training you so clearly needed and nervous about what that meant. Imagine you’d been confronted by some Sith fanatic in the last few weeks - who knows how long you would’ve lasted?

Perhaps you were overthinking. You did have an extremely over-skilled training partner who made most other Jedi look incompetent with a lightsaber.

That being said, you still couldn’t shake what that other Padawan had said about you yesterday. Had you really become unathletic? You didn’t think you’d ever really neglected your daily training exercises, but perhaps those weren’t enough.

You sat down on the edge of your bed slowly, shoulder slumped. Maybe you weren’t as capable as you thought. The bruises all over you and lack of any actual visible muscle certainly pointed towards that.

----

The next morning, you skipped breakfast, giving Obi-Wan some offhanded explanation as to why you’d be missing training and heading for the library. You weren’t really skipping for no reason, your Master had given you a list of different research topics for you to look up in the Jedi Archives. Did you really need the extra time to get this done? No, but it still gave you a good excuse to avoid the feeling of physical incapability that accompanied your training sessions.

Plus, you didn’t want to slow the entire group down. Tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered yesterday when Obi-Wan made you repeat some dumb exercise on a floating raft over and over again, even though everyone else had already done it to his satisfaction. It was humiliating.

At least here in the library, surrounded by stacks of holograms and books, you were in your element. Here you didn’t have to move fast or chop anyone’s limb off out of self-defense.

It was sometime in the late afternoon when Anakin stormed into the library, loud footsteps immediately shushed by a swarm of librarians. You couldn’t help but grin softly, eyes meeting his as he marched over to you much more quietly.

“Even the great Anakin Skywalker is no match for an angry librarian,” you teased, him scoffing as he plopped down in a chair next to you.

“And where were you today?” Anakin asked, a strange intensity behind his question. You gulped, gesturing to the pile of transcripts and notes in front of you.

“I was right here,” you replied meekly.

“Since this morning?” he asked, eyes widening in surprise. You nodded.

“What the heck, Y/N,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Obi-Wan assigned me a different partner. Do you know how irritating every other Padawan is to train with?”

“No, I’ve only ever trained with you,” you said bluntly.

“Exactly!” Anakin responded a little too loudly, earning him a dramatic shush from the circulation desk.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, slapping his chest lightly. He rolled his eyes.

“What I mean is that I’ve only ever trained with you, too, so everyone else doesn’t live up to my expectations.”

“What expectations?” you asked quizzically, flipping one of your notebooks closed.

“Working hard but still having a good time,” he answered, waving his hand nonchalantly. “You never sacrifice good banter for anything, I value that.”

“Ah, I’m glad to know you only value me as a training partner for my humor,” you retorted dryly, gathering all your belongings into a pile and standing up. Anakin’s brows furrowed as he looked up at you, a confused look painted across his face.

“Hey, what?” he asked, standing up with you. “What happened?”

“Nothing, just makes sense that you only enjoy my conversation, not anything actually training-related.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, completely dumbfounded as you started walking away.

“See you tomorrow, Anakin,” you replied, refusing to shed any more tears until you reached your room.

----

The next morning you were too unmotivated to let Obi-Wan know you weren’t coming, deciding instead to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. Well, you were reading, but what did that really matter to a Jedi? You were supposed to be able to do backflips through the air and take on five enemies at once, and yet here you were wrapped in two blankets feeling like absolute shit. Some Jedi you were.

You held your breath as someone began knocking furiously on the door, hoping desperately they would think you weren’t home.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” Anakin called. You groaned, turning around and smashing your face into the pillow.

“Y/N!” he called again.

“Don’t come in!” you shouted back, voice muffled through the pillow.

“I’m coming in.”

“Don’t-”

You never got the chance to finish, bolting upright in bed as the door flew open, Anakin stalking in. You rolled your eyes, just thankful he had kept the door on its hinges.

“What is wrong with you?” he demanded, cringing as you recoiled slightly at his harsh words.

“What do you mean?” you replied quietly, his face softening as he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I meant what’s wrong, not what’s wrong with you,” Anakin corrected, taking your hand in his own.

“Nothing’s wr-”

“Don’t give me that,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Don’t even try, I know you better than anyone Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You kept quiet, focusing on the way his thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

“You’ve been acting off since we started training together, is it something I did?” he tried again, genuinely concerned. You laughed dryly and shook your head.

“No, Anakin, you didn’t do anything,” you replied truthfully, looking at him. “You’re perfect, I promise you did nothing wrong.” He gave you a small smile, looking down to where he was still holding your hand. He didn’t let go, only gripped you a little tighter, urging you to continue. You bit your lip, debating whether or not to tell him.

“Do you remember when that Padawan told me I needed to exercise more?” you asked finally. His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours.

“I knew it,” he murmured, nostrils flaring as he tried (and failed) to conceal his budding anger. “I knew it.”

“Anakin it’s ok,” you said, reaching out and rubbing his forearm, his gaze following your hand. “I mean, they were right, if I-”

“No,” Anakin said. “No, they weren’t right. They have no idea how strong you are, how capable-”

“Anakin I’ve struggled this entire week,” you blurted, eyes stinging and face heating up. “I pale in comparison to you, and the other Padawans, at least physically. I thought whatever training I’d been doing had been enough but clearly it wasn’t, so they’re right. I need to exercise more, I need to train more, I’m incapable of defending myself with a lightsaber and I don’t even look like a proper Jedi.” You thrust your bruised arms out towards him. “Look at these, you don’t have them, no one else does. I’m the only one who struggles with every exercise and test.”

You realized you’d begun to cry, tears rolling down your face and breaths shallow.

“Y/N,” Anakin murmured, hurt in his eyes as he took your arms gingerly in his hands. “Y/N, no.”

Your eyes widened as Anakin bent over, slowly pressing his mouth to each bruise on your forearms. You gulped, feeling a little dizzy as Anakin glanced up at you. “You’re an amazing Jedi,” he started, sitting back up straight and pulling you closer to him. You tried to pull away, not wanting to stain his robes with your tears, but he held you firmly. “You’re already stronger than half the people in that group, I’ll have Obi-Wan reassign you so you can kick someone’s ass and everyone will realize it.”

“Anakin-”

He shushed you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, reveling in the warmth of his body against yours.

“There’s more to being a Jedi than using a lightsaber, anyways,” he continued. “You’re the only person our age in this whole temple that can negotiate with warlords and thieves and murderers and still come back unscathed with five new friends.”

You chuckled, biting your lip as he pressed a kiss against your hair.

“You’re perfect, Y/N,” he insisted softly, you shifting in his arms to gaze up at him.

You were surprised by how nervous he looked, as if he didn’t know how you’d react to what he’d just said, what he’d just implied. You just smiled softly, leaning up to press a slow kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Anakin,” you mumbled against his face, grinning as you felt him smile.

Suddenly he pushed himself up, forcing you down onto the bed and collapsing on top of you. You shrieked, bursting into a fit of giggles as he began nestling himself in your hair.

“Shouldn’t you still be at training?” you asked, a wide smile on your face.

“I was sent here by Obi-Wan to fetch you,” he replied smugly.

“So shouldn’t we both be getting back then?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at you with a cocky smile on his face.

“I never told him when I’d be coming back.”

You decided you could afford to skip training another day - Anakin probably needed the rest anyways - and pulled his face down to meet your own.