#will also comprehend my thoughts properly before then as well

[bingqiv]

started volume three last night and just finished it this morning and i want to scream

finished volume two of erha/2ha in one day and i have so many thoughts and feelings

[shadowspromise]

ghoapy thoughts

Ghost has a stupid crush on you. He swears he’ll deny it till the end of time.

Soap has an enthusiastic crush on you. He makes it painfully obvious.

Ghost has an even stupider crush on Soap. He tells himself every morning not to let his feelings get ahead of his job.

Soap has, yet again, an enthusiastic crush on Ghost. It’s even more obvious, somehow, than his crush on you.

You know that Soap’s down tremendously for Ghost, but you know that he’s also flirting with you. It confuses you, making you wonder if he’s just naturally flirty or if he really likes both of you.

Ghost wakes up every morning, looks in the mirror, gives himself a firm slap across his own face and tells himself to behave. Crushes are stupid and he’s a grown man with a grown man job. He doesn’t have time for his stupid feelings.

Oh, but when it’s just Ghost and Soap at the bar together, after a few too many drinks…

They can’t help but talk about each other, talk about you. They keep buying each other drinks, knowing that at this rate they’ll have to call someone to pick them up.

“Could barely focus during Price’s meeting today. You an’ Y/N wearin’ those tight shirts… drivin’ me up the damn wall…” Ghost rambles, his eyes parallel to Soap’s.

“Ah did it on purpose, ya know ah love distractin’ you…” Soap responds, his accent thicker due to the alcohol. His cheeks are heavily tinted red, both from blushing and the drinking.

“You think Y/N knows what they’re doin’ to us? Think they do it on purpose too?” Ghost replies, smirking from under his mask. He lifts it over his nose to take another drink.

“God, I hope so,” Soap mumbles, rubbing his temples. He can’t even remember how many drinks he’s had tonight.

“You a’ight Johnny? Think we should go?” Ghost asks, intentionally touching Soap’s shoulder as an act of comfort (and seduction).

“Ah’m fuckin’ blootered, ah’m see’in colors when I close my damn eyes… cannae even feel my toes properly…” Soap starts muttering. Ghost only comprehends about half of what he just said but gets the general point.

“I’ll ask someone to get us. We’ll wake up in a whorehouse if we try walkin’ ourselves back…” Ghost pulls out his phone, squinting his eyes at the screen, trying to focus.

He texts Gaz and gets no answer, probably because it’s late and he’s sleeping.

He texts Price and gets the response of “You’re big boys, get yourself back.”

That leaves you. He decides to rethink a nicer message than the “pick johnny and I up cuntbag” he sent to the others.

“Johnny and I are drunk. Would appreciate if you came and walked us back to base.”

Simon mentally gives himself a pat on the back for managing to type all that without sounding condescending or making a dozen typos.

You respond within 15 seconds, to his surprise. Although he knew you were a good boy/girl and were always eager to help.

“Sure thing. Will be there soon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ”

The little emoticons you send him drives him mad.

“Aye, you think they’re into me? They put a… fuckin’ dog or whatever…” Ghost shows Johnny his phone.

“That’s a bear, mate,” Soap points at the text.

“I think it’s a dog.”

“Well you’re wrong, ye braw bastard.”

The bar is just about a ten minute walk from base and you’ll be there any minute, so they spent their “alone” time talking about you (and the things they’d do to you)

When you arrive, Soap gets overly excited and falls over. Ghost tries with every nerve in his body not to laugh, attempting to keep up the cold and stoic personality for you.

You guide them back to base, stopping Soap from stumbling onto the road. Ghost is much more physically put together, but mentally he’s having an aneurysm. He’s staring at Johnny’s ass whenever he has the chance and can physically feel himself get warmer when your arm brushes against his.

At base, you attempt to push them into their separate rooms but they refuse. Ghost and Soap give one drunken look at each other and it’s seconds before they’re cornering you.

That night, all three of you had your dreams come true.

[edenesth]

[4:43 AM]

With a faint groan, you rubbed your eyes groggily, realising you had dozed off once more while waiting for Hongjoong to wrap up in his studio – or so he claimed hours ago.

Retrieving your phone to check the time, you sighed, "It's almost five in the morning, captain. Are you close to finishing up?"

Cursing inwardly, your boyfriend turned towards you, wearing a sheepish smile as if just realising the current time, "I'm really sorry, baby. I could have sworn it was only two o'clock just five minutes ago. Just bear with me for a moment longer; I'm saving my progress, and then we can head home."

Perched on the couch behind him, you shot a surprised glance at the generous opening of his shirt. Narrowing your eyes with a hint of suspicion, you crossed your arms over your chest, "Yah, Kim Hongjoong. Are you trying to seduce me?"

He blinked, trying to comprehend what you were referring to until he followed your gaze and looked down at his attire. Only then did he grasp the extent of the undone buttons. After a moment, a smirk played on his lips, his heart swelling with affection as he relished the adorably sleepy expression on your face while you pouted at him.

"Perhaps I am. It looks like I struggle with buttoning my shirt properly. Would you mind doing it for me?" He teased, powering off his PC and moving over to sit beside you. His hands instinctively found yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Or... would you prefer to undo them all for me instead?"

His suggestive words elicited a gasp from you, and you playfully slapped his chest, "Are you serious? We're in your workplace!"

Grinning, he held your hand against his chest, "So, does that mean if we were at home right now, you would have welcomed this idea wholeheartedly, hm?"

"Y-you—"

Before you could utter anything further, he was already intoxicated by the comforting fragrance of your perfume, leaning in to capture your lips and silence you.

Your eyes widened at his sudden boldness, considering he had always been reserved about public displays of affection, especially at his workplace where colleagues could walk in at any moment. You figured that sleep deprivation must be getting to him, daring him to take such a risk. After a few unsuccessful attempts to push him away, you surrendered, closing your eyes and kissing him back, melting into his embrace.

Maybe you should have trusted your instincts and stopped things before they reached a point of no return.

The next thing you knew, the door to his studio creaked open, and the voice of his producer, Eden, sounded, "Hongjoong-ah, you're still here? Go home already. Your poor girlfriend must be exhausted waiting—"

He stood still at the entrance as both of you jumped apart, "W-well, it looks like she's not too tired, but that's all the more reason to go home, right? Please don't taint the studio."

You buried your face in your hands as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed deep red. He nodded vigorously, "Y-yes, hyung! We're leaving now!"

After Eden left, you shot him a glare, and he scoffed, pulling you onto your feet and into his waiting arms, "Don't give me that look as if you didn't kiss me back just as eagerly."

Your heart raced at his following words, "Come on, let's hurry home. We should probably finish what we started."

"You need sleep, Joong."

"Not until I have you first, baby."

ATEEZ Masterlist

I know I said I was gonna start working on my thesis but GOOD LORD, I could not get producer Joong out of my mind. Also, thank you so much for 1.2k followers, holy crap!

Hope y'all enjoyed this random timestamp lmao as always, thanks for reading and lmk your thoughts! <3

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[throwaway-yandere]

FLAWLESS (Yandere!Various Genshin/Reader)

A/n: This is a complete interactive fic w/ CGs! There’s an HP system and 4 possible endings (yandere!Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha). This is my final fanfic and I really put my best effort into drawing and writing this. Have fun!!! Your choices matter so read the evidences properly and try not to get a bad ending hahaha. (Pls answer this poll after and feel free to send me memes about who you got hAHHAHA)

Unreliable Synopsis: (Danganronpa!Genshin AU) If this is your last dance as an idol, then you do not want it. No. You’ll make the real criminal sing instead.

CW: yandere themes, blood, murders (well duh ansy–), and brief mentions of suicide.

Kazuha frowned. "For (L/n) (Y/n), this whole ordeal must seem like a flawless crime."

"They don't know the murder weapon, the suspects— no nothing." Kaveh sighed.

Alhaitham interjected. "Indeed, but the real questions will begin in a moment."

Words punctured the air in nameless accusations. Each time people enter this room, only distrust looms acting both as a safety blanket and suffocating plastic. You stared at the people left. One, two, three, four, five... You clenched your fist, and all those fingers pointed back at you. 

The sixth. 

There are only six survivors left.

"Say, (L/n) (Y/n)." Your Akademiyan companions stared at you as Kunikuzushi’s smirk could practically be heard in his voice. "Where were you at the time of the murder?"

You gulped.

The Teyvat Akademiya. Home only to the most renowned student of their craft. The faculty carefully picks out select groups of students to be their new freshmen- and it can only be counted by hand how many had declined such a generous offer. It was a government state university, but it was also a golden ticket to knowing people from high places.  

Each student was known for contributing something in their fields of interest. In fact, both your adoptive siblings were alumni of this prestigious school. Your brother Aether was a famous "adventurer" (as he loved to call himself instead of an artifact-obsessed archeologist) whereas your sister Lumine was a remarkable swordswoman with a straight-edged track record. Even your older friends, Dainsleif, and a certain glasses-wearing individual you had forgotten the name of were graduates and now boast incredible resumes befitting of an Akademiyan. Each alumnus you've met wasn't someone any person with a head on their shoulders would dare disrespect. 

But that was not the reason for your schoolmates’ evident intimidation.

“Allow them a moment to process,” Alhaitham scoffed. “The Body Discovery Announcement was approximately 2 hours ago. It’s challenging for individuals from the entertainment industry such as them to comprehend complicated matters in a few seconds.”

“I would’ve fainted at your rare attempt at empathy if it wasn't obviously pointed,” Kaveh scoffed before turning to you with a soft stare. “(Y/n), don’t listen to these two, I’m sure we can find out if you’re innocent or not later.”

You gave a short nod of assent.

Tragically, murders had become the norm for college students like yourself. No one has flinched at Kaveh’s grim mention of a suspect lurking by and none had the insanity to deny what had occurred.

It began when you first woke up in one of the Akademiya's classrooms. You stirred awake on a desk near Shikanoin Heizou, the "Detective Prince". He was a famous figure, so you instantly believed him when he said you were both hauled into this location against your will. You were enthused by his infectious desire to uncover whatever was behind the “kidnapping” you found yourselves in. He told you not to worry, that despite the barred windows and inaccessible exits, you'd both "probably" find a way out.  As you both wandered around the area, you found fourteen other students (some familiar faces, some not as much). For a brief moment of hope, everyone thought escape was possible. 

That was until a certain cold-eyed puppet entered the scene.

A heartless puppet you’re sure was waiting for everyone just under that elevator.

“Is… Is this everyone?” You asked like a mouse, frightened as your eyes darted for any hints of twinned cyan hair. Nothing about your recent behavior had gone unnoticed.

Senior Faruzan is missing…

Yoimiya frowned, grabbing your hand for comfort. “(Y/n)…”

Kunikuzushi scoffed. “Enough of this dumb ohhh boohoo exhibit. Let’s go.”

The most mysterious of the bunch left for the stairs immediately, punching the button on the elevator to its ground floor. Yoimiya huffed, muttering complaints about Kuni’s behavior while the three other men followed her silently. No one took the stairs two at a time and walked at a snail’s pace. A clear indication that no one wanted this to occur. 

And just like in the previous cases, Kazuha’s eyes were on you the entire time but spoke nothing of this behavior.

The elevator door opened. You looked at the camera above it. If the Shogun's words are to be trusted, then the outside world is watching your every move like reality TV.

If that's the case, might as well give them a show.

Kunikuzushi stepped aside, royally ushering everyone— and specifically YOU— in.

“Idols first.”

Everyone entered the trial room. If the mood from earlier was tense, it is worse now that you’re inside. Stepping into the cold room makes the situation all the more real.

There is an execution waiting to happen, but without a hint if it’ll be “us” or “them”. Every bright person inside the room here had previously partaken in 4 of these court sessions by force. Since no one can exit the premises nor contact the outside world, the only key out was to kill and avoid getting caught. 5 people had attempted to commit murder, and considering how you’re still breathing, none of the “blackened” had succeeded in getting their way.

How… How did it come to this? 

You enrolled in the Akademiya in hopes that you'd also find the subtle clues as to why Aether went missing, this wasn't in your plan.

Getting roped into this killing “game” was on no one’s to-do list. You received an invitation to enroll in the Akademiya because of your stark idol career, although your siblings being famous alumni may have greatly increased your chances of receiving that privilege. You would’ve thrown that paper into the fire if you knew you’d get dizzy upon arriving in the Akademiya and will wake up in such a heartbreaking dilemma. Hearing from a grapevine, you discovered that Kaveh was invited for his architectural drafts, Kazuha for his poems and a bit of swordsmanship in his repertoire, Yoimiya for her firework shows, and Kunikuzushi?… You don’t know. But you are wholly aware as to why Alhaitham is here as your senior— you were there when he opened his letter after all.

The “mascot” is yet to make her entrance. So, as “obedient” students, you’ve uncomfortably shuffled to the places you were meant to stand. Bile rose inside your throat as you looked at the last five students excluding yourself circling the room— with Faruzan’s crossed-out portrait to your right while Kamisato Ayaka’s on your left. It would appear that most of the dead students were on your side and the closest breathing person next to you was Kunikuzushi, who was two photographs away.

Alhaitham, Amber, Tighnari, Ajax, Albedo, Kamisato Ayaka, You, Faruzan, Xiao, "Kunikuzushi", Kaveh, Cyno, Yoimiya, Layla, Yunjin, Kaedehara Kazuha, and Shikanoin Heizou.

The deceased faces had been crossed out in bright violet paint, a nauseatingly unsubtle reminder that only six remained. Yet, the one that was meant to sit towering above was missing.

“… Where’s The Shogun?” Kazuha asked.

“Ah, so you do have a voice. And here I was about to call you a cricket. I thought our poet lost his words, considering how the previous trial ended,” Kunikuzushi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Just wait and see.”

You sighed, hoping it was quiet enough for Kuni not to have heard it. 

The last trial broke everyone’s spirits and sense of camaraderie the most. Before trials, the puppet gives everyone an incentive to kill. In the Ayaka-Heizou murder case, each student was given a videotape that raised more questions than answers. Yours was a clip of Lumine, your fellow theater actors, and idol mates congratulating you for your enrollment before it cuts off to a scene of your home burned to cinders. As for Ayaka, hers was a short-lived message of her older brother asking her to come visit the clan for Thoma’s upcoming birthday— before it cuts to a gruesome scene of her brother fatally wounded on their living room floor. 

“Find out what happens once you graduate!”... and then the tape ends.

Whoever was the mastermind behind this killing, you had to admit, they were an expert in psychological torture. And unfortunately for everyone, Ayaka was a smart individual— killing the most trustworthy student, Heizou, to cover her tracks better. She put up quite the fight in manipulating everyone to think that you and Kaveh were possible culprits.

You even got into an argument with the calmest person around. Kazuha was “convinced” that Ayaka was right, which led to you two entering an incredibly heated argument that left him depressed with his rejected apology. You were on "good terms" with him before, that being he would always offer to cook food and accompany you often. 

… Perhaps that was a good thing. Discreetly, you thought he strangely knew you to a degree that makes you far from comfortable. It still bugs you how he knew you all too well and yet you know nothing about him other than his aspirations: traditional Inazuman poetry writing with a bit of karuta on the side.

Maybe he used to be a big fan of yours? Even so, the foundation of your music, choreography, and persona was weaved through a tapestry of feel-good lies. And yet, he was wise enough to speak your true thoughts before you even hesitated to voice them in your cheery idol tone. 

But that’s not the issue right now. 

The issue on your plate was that you had no evidence to prove your innocence except for the list of school rules on your E-Handbook because you were convinced someone will kill you during the investigation.

You laughed to yourself bitterly. Might as well review those rules now.

You opened the E-Handbook.

As per “school rules”, there are regulations to be had in a murder game, but none stick to you as these three. Rule #10 and #7: A class trial will commence after three or more students have discovered a corpse, and a Body Discovery Announcement will play as soon as it occurs. However, a trial will be held if and only if every survivor is present; failure to do so will result in class “expulsion.” 

And the last rule that never left your mind was Rule #8: If the guilty party is exposed during the class trial, they alone will be executed.

By the end of Trial #4, she did not receive a proper execution. Ayaka was compelled to restore her honor and raised her sword to…

…

… You couldn’t hate her for it. Even though you were close friends with Heizou, you couldn’t hate any of your fellow students. They all had family, hopes, and visions for the future. Each one here was "a fledgling barely out of the nest." You couldn’t deny that you would’ve done the same.

"Since the Shogun isn't here yet, let's get a headstart," Kaveh gripped the court fence, eyeing everyone with a nervous stare and stiff posture. "What's your alibis?"

Nobody raised their voice initially. You cast a pitying glance toward Kaveh. When it comes to your closest friendships, he comes in second only to Heizou. As someone who had seen the horrors of the media which is essentially a mirror of the world's social issues, Kaveh's one of the few decent individuals left on the planet, in your opinion. In moments of quiet, you, Kaveh, and Faruzan used to chat together, with Heizou periodically interrupting to share his findings regarding everyone's entrapment.

Considering how Kaveh is your last true friend left, you volunteered yourself.

"I never left my room," you spoke audibly depressed, no longer caring that you appeared un-idol-like. "And I refused entry as well. I heard a couple of angry knocks at 9:37 p.m., but I didn't open my door for anyone."

You looked at Kazuha, hurt and accusingly.

You'd never forget how Kazuha called you a murderer. That intense argument made up 30% of Heizou's class trial. He lost his composure and called you a "dishonorable monster". The whole back-and-forth was very much unlike him. After the trial, neither of you talked– and you never left your room unless it was to get something to eat without anyone in sight.

If he was the one who killed Faruzan because he can’t get to you, then you’ll…

"9:37 eh? You got a watch now?" Kunikuzushi pointed at your wrist.

You snapped out of your aggression and nodded, which made him break out in a fit of laughter. 

"HAHAHA!!!" Kunikuzushi grinned, wide. "Learned your lesson, huh?!"

You scoffed, but your ego was humbled and your heart sank at his harsh words. 

Everyone in the room nearly lost their lives because of your time-blindness. It's precisely what made Kazuha suspicious of your motives. You were always unsure of the time, hence, you didn't have the most watertight alibi compared to Ayaka. Before you entered your room to lock yourself, Alhaitham blocked the door with his shoe and handed you his spare wristwatch. He was the last person you saw before your self-isolation.

"Good," Alhaitham said. "And you, Kunikuzushi?"

"Are we going to ignore that angry knocking thing?" Kaveh rightfully asked.

"Let's complete the first task first," Alhaitham answered. "Let's follow the circle; it's (Y/n), then Kunikuzushi, Kaveh, Yoimiya, Kazuha, then I."

"Conveniently putting yourself last," Kunikuzushi snarled. "But whatever. I was napping in my dorm. Woke up when I heard footsteps outside and decided to investigate. The discovery alarm rang off when I entered the nurse's office the second time."

Kaveh fell silent, his face pale.

"I… never went to m dorm that night"

"Oh?" You and Yoimiya curiously said in unison.

"I-I was with Alhaitham, patrolling!!!" Kaveh defended; his arms in the air. "I swear on my life, I was with him! We're probably the footsteps Kuni heard."

He spoke as if it was a good thing with his mouth, but he was whispering that it wasn’t with his eyes.

"Can't be certain," Kunikuzushi threw in a quick grumble and snapped his fingers. “But I think that's probably the case.”

"That makes sense. I mean, if Kuni was telling the truth then that just means there's more chance it's just those two hopping around. Oh, and I was actually on the second floor at the time. I was in the recreational room cause I wanted to get tokens for the cute little Shogun Stall.'' If Kuni’s side comment lasted a month, then Yoimiya's would be a year– but her good cheer is just what everyone needed to alleviate the tension.

"I wasn't in my dorm room either," Kazuha said. "I was in the cafeteria. I couldn't sleep so I decided to fry fish."

"True, I think. When I checked the cafeteria a knife was missing from the shelf."

"We’ll keep your fact-checking in mind, Miss Naganohara." 

No soul was sure if Alhaitham was being genuine about it except for you. And the answer was yes, he was being warily appreciative. Admittedly, you don’t know any of these people before this killing game started, except for one person…

Alhaitham looked away, conscious of how you looked at him.

In all fairness, Alhaitham was closer to Lumine than you and Aether, and he wasn’t your favorite neighbor either. As a kid, he was the type who would leave in the middle of hide-and-seek simply because the ordeal wasn’t “stimulating” to his developing intellect. He had a habit of causing uncomfortable situations just to “observe” your reactions with an emotionless stare. Alhaitham had once given you a sumeru rose with a startling grasshopper to see how you would behave, and the worst part is that everyone knows he did these without malice. His grandmother had to force a sorry out of him for your tears to dry. “He probably has a crush on you, you know how boys are,” was the excuse the old lady tried, but your twin siblings were quick to shut that thought down. You and he were simply oil and water, nothing more, nothing less.

But there were times you two got along. When you aired out loud sentiments regarding how stuffy his room must be, you snatched the book he was reading and dashed up the nearest tree. Despite his grumbling reservations, he was thankful that you taught him how to climb that afternoon. That was the first you saw him smile wider than usual and offered to narrate the book you stole: The Little Prince. 

However, that version of Alhaitham you’ve come to love remains awol amidst this killing game.

"As for my whereabouts: Kaveh is correct. He and I were patrolling just the first floor and exchanging conversation. Neither of us could sleep. We started at 9:15 and ended abruptly at 11:05, when we, along with Kunikuzushi, found–"

"The body." Kunikuzushi finished.

"Yes," Alhaitham said.

Kunikuzushi smirked. From your perspective, the worst part about this was not Kunikuzushi’s inappropriate smugness, but the look in his eyes that mirrored what Heizou used to have— what your good friend used to be. The light in his eyes, his more forward demeanor, the way he crossed his arms and snapped his fingers– it was as if he was copying him. 

Mocking him.

You hate Kunikuzushi. You detest just how much you don’t know why he’s in the Akademiya or anything else about him other than his first name. You loathe how he had made it his job to be the antagonist of every damn class trial. You hate how he looks at you as though you’re beneath him. You despise how much he is willing to withhold vital information till the very end.

Kunikuzushi is like a commedia dell’arte stock character. A Scaramouche. An unreliable servant. You can’t trust a man who said he was moved by your acting in all your filmography only to act like he wants nothing more than to crush your spirits once lives were at stake.

After listening to everyone’s alibis, your intuition screamed from something deep within a place you had begun to trust after experiencing these trials:

Out of six survivors, FOUR of them are hiding something.

“Is everyone present?”

Before you could speak up, a low and refined woman’s voice stole everyone’s attention. All turned to gaze at the long synthetic-haired lady with a katana by her side. She returned the stares with an unfathomable coldness as she strutted to her throne, the silk of her grand kimono touching the floor. 

There she is. The lone audience and judge. The puppet: the Almighty Raiden Shogun. Undoubtedly made of metal and not flesh. Xiao had learned that firsthand when he sacrificed his life in an honorable duel against the captor— but seeking freedom by force was of no use when she herself is capable of the murders she wished to witness.

“Very well. We shall begin.”

“W-Wait, hold up, ma'am!”

The last vaguely extroverted cheerleader raised her hand; her bravery to interrupt the Shogun was acknowledged.

“... Can I share my E-Handbook data with (Y/n)?” She asked, high-pitched.

The medical and criminological technology of this era eluded everyone. Trapped inside the Akademiya with no phones or any signal to the outside world, each student only has their E-Handbook to rely on. It contains information the owner investigated regarding murders and records testimonies made by their peers. A handbook is only ��handy” for both people who were hoping to survive and those who were hoping to twist the facts. 

And that offer is exactly what you need.

“You see– they didn’t leave their room during the investigation period– probably worried that the killer might be after them next and they kinda turned into a hikikomori for the past few days. I’m kinda worried they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves on this trial so… So, uh… Pretty please?” The blonde girl smiled nervously.

The Raiden Shogun stared, calculating.

“I shall allow it.”

“Thank you so much!” Yoimiya tapped her E-Handbook as fast as she could, more eager than you were in watching the loading screen fill up.

(SYSTEM: RECEIVING NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA’S E-HANDBOOK DATA…)

(SYSTEM: TRANSFER COMPLETE.)

You smiled at Yoimiya but it came out crooked and jaded. She didn’t complain that you weren’t at your top form today, but she did send you a loud “Do your best!” in her native tongue.

The Shogun walked to the throne and took her seat.

“Now then, let the class trial begin.”

Out like a bolt of lightning, the doors behind you were completely shut with metal bars in her flick of a wrist. In her twisted form of justice, she hammered the circular surface with her gavel.

“Court is now in session.”

(SYSTEM: TAP HERE TO CONTINUE)

[bitebitekxll]

SAGAU || When they’re in your party

Razor • Kaeya • Barbara • Xinyan

Notes: this isn’t about party comps, just the single character being in your party regardless of who else is. Starting with these 4 cause they’ve been my party since I started playing in 2020.

Also you can see this as them being your main or just constantly in your party, I think it works either way. Baby’s first tumblr post let’s goooo, maybe one day I’ll figure out a theme

Razor doesn’t really get the whole Divine Creator thing. He knows you’re important, of course he does. You’re his lupical, but with more authority than even Andrius. You take care of him, and everyone in Wolvendom and the city, and everyone everywhere as well. But, when it comes to some of the specifics… Razor gets a little confused.

He knows you’re called Grace— Teacher always corrects him, but he doesn’t know why adding ‘your’ in front is so important —and that there are festivals and traditions connected with you like there are for Barbatos. But Razor can never remember any of the prayers or songs. Bennett and Fischl took him to the Church once, but the Sister speaking used a lot of words he didn’t know the meaning of, and spoke in long sentences he struggled to focus on.

Andrius says the human customs don’t matter, because Razor has been chosen. Not only as a vessel, as someone marked by the Creator and strengthened with Their power, but also as one of your favoured vessels. Teacher explained how most people, vessels included, couldn’t feel you as strongly as he did, weren’t offered the same kind of strength he had been given since gaining your attention.

Razor knows some people don’t like how you take such good care of him. He’s different from the other people in Mondstadt, unsure of how to even be a person and constantly disturbing others with his cluelessness about human customs. Sometimes he feels guilty, that he doesn’t know how to properly thank you for all you’ve done, doesn’t even fully comprehend what you are and how he should think of you.

But then he feels his claws of steel and lightning grow stronger, feels his injuries miraculously healing after a bad fight, and he thinks that maybe he doesn’t need to know.

Maybe Razor will never get the whole Divine Creator thing, but he loves you, and he can feel how you love him. And Razor is happy.

Kaeya feels like he’s constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re a god, the god; there’s no way you don’t know what he is. And yet, he was one of the first to become your vessel.

He had expected you to strike him down right then, the moment he felt your presence. But instead, nothing happened. He had stood there outside the Temple of the Wolf, watching the Traveler and Paimon wander away while he was paralysed with fear. The cavalier smile that had protected him for so many years faltered as he struggled to breathe, terror crushing his lungs. Kaeya had thought that was your doing— that you had decided his punishment for existing would be a slow suffocation. But when he finally managed to inhale, he realised that was not the case.

He thought maybe you actually didn’t know, and soon you would lose interest with him and turn your Gaze elsewhere. Except… he continues to get stronger, continues to feel your presence increasing in his life: what once started as a flickering flame now a blazing inferno.

Every time the swing of his blade seems to hit harder than it did the previous day, every time he notices he’s tiring slower than he ever has before, he feels dread creeping up his shoulders. If you don’t know about his heritage, then the more attention you give him, the sooner you will eventually find out.

And if you do… Kaeya doesn’t know what that would mean for him.

He is not made for worship, for reverence, he doesn’t know how. Even if he grew up with his surrogate father teaching him— the Ragnvindr household being a devoted one to both you and Barbatos —prayer always burned his tongue, bitter and acidic. He could never tell if it was because he didn’t wish to be a devotee or because he knew he didn’t deserve to be one, impostor that he was.

So Kaeya waits for the day you finally show your wrath, waits for the day this game comes to an end and you cast him down like all the sinners before him. And, deep inside where he will never bring himself to admit it, he waits for the day where he can finally believe that he, too, is worthy of your care.

Barbara has never had a greater honour than being one of your favoured. When you began claiming vessels, granting people your presence and lending them your power, she did not expect to be included among them. Amber, Kaeya, Noelle: they were all amazing at protecting the people of Mondstadt, doing so much for the community. Even Lisa, who never hid how she enjoyed slacking off, was a force to be reckoned with when she finally decided she needed to take action (usually when it concerned her books).

Barbara, however, wasn’t a fighter. She was a good healer, and tried her best to make others happy as an idol, but did that really warrant Your attention?

Apparently, it did. And the love she felt for you was enough to make her dizzy, equal parts grateful for the gift of your power and terrified she would disappoint you.

But deep inside, beneath the nerves and melancholy that plagued her heart each day, beneath the desperate need she felt to make others happy and help them, she couldn’t help but feel a quiet, selfish glee. She finally had an area she surpassed her sister in, a sign that she was good enough. Not only was she beloved by the city, but she was beloved by You, the highest ranking divinity in existence.

When she felt exhausted from her duties or her depression threatened to creep in outside of the thirty seconds she allocated for it daily, the ties she held to you, the attention you gave her above anyone else, comforted her more than anything.

So even if it’s hard for her to keep a smile on her face every day, she keeps going anyway. Because you believe in her, and she won’t let you down.

Xinyan is not the kind of person who gains the favour of the gods. The way she dresses, the way she talks, her knife eyes and frightening smile; she’s the furthest thing from ‘holy’, the furthest thing from the upstanding folk who are assumed to be the Creator’s favourite. The Divine Creator likes elegance, refinement, not loud and excitable, brash things like her.

At least, that’s what everyone else said. From a young age, Xinyan had resolved not to worry too much about it. She appreciated you and Rex Lapis, respected how Liyue was protected by the gods and the adepti, but she never revered any of them as much as some others did.

But somehow, she became a vessel anyways. And sure, some people garnered your attention only to be left alone after; Xinyan expected to be another one of those cases. Until she kept getting stronger, her shields going from a light shimmer to a solid protective bubble, the flames her vision summoned growing every week. It’s great for her shows— both the pyrotechnics and the turnout after word got around about someone like her being a favoured vessel. But, for Xinyan herself, it’s confusing.

No one knows why she has been chosen, especially not her.

At one point she thinks maybe she should focus more on her gentler hobbies: cooking, sewing, things that match the respectability that is expected from a vessel. Except she doesn’t feel Your presence when she’s at home working on her embroidery; she feels it when she’s performing, or fighting, or just running around Liyue (accidentally) causing trouble.

So sure, she might not be the typical candidate for a vessel, and she might have no idea why you picked her, but damn what anyone else has to say about it.

With the warmth inside her chest and the strength in her vision, she knows you’re happy with your choice.

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, slight sadism

Words: 3.5k

Prompt 3+61+105

"-n)! (y/n)!"

Who was that? Who was calling you? Where were you? What was that ringing in your ears?

You tried to breathe in, a feeling of breathlessness only worsening your woozy headache yet as soon as your lungs expanded with air a sharp pain, akin to stabbing appeared in your chest.

What had happened? Why were you in pain?

Your head, heavy as if it was filled with nothing but stones, lifted itself up from the hard ground you were sprawled on to glance down at your body as good as you could. You were wearing your uniform, though it was dirtied and pieces of cloth were torn out. The sight was rather upsetting though you wondered why you were feeling so upset.

One of your hands carefully reached down to touch and prod the area of your chest where the stabbing pain came from. As soon as your fingertips pressed into the skin you let out a wince as the ache intensified. Were those your ribs? Were your ribs broken? That wasn't good, was it?

You tried to heave your body up but it was like someone had made you forget what balance felt like. You didn't know how to stand properly on your two shaky legs and as soon as they were forced to carry your entire weight, they gave up beneath you as you fell down onto the ground again. You tried to focus your vision to find out where you were but your eyes weren't able to zoom in, unable to give you a clear sight of what was in front of you as everything was blurred. You weren't in the Soul Society... Where was this?

Your body slowly sank down to lay once more, your unfocused eyes staring up at the dark sky whilst your woozy mind sluggishly attempted to recall what had happened to you. You found it rather hard to focus though as your thoughts did not work as they usually did. Everything was slow and mixed-up, only enhancing your splitting headache. It was almost tempting to stop rummaging for answers in your head even if to just stop your headache.

Suddenly two hands seized your shoulders and pulled you up, a face popping up in your vision and shaking you slighty.

"(y/n)! Stand up! Shit! Are you alright?"

You had seen this face before... Where had you seen this face before? It was almost within reach, just on the tip of your tongue. Furrows appeared on your forehead as you pulled your eyebrows together, doing your best to remember who the person grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to stand up was. Your body was swaying as soon as you stood on your feet before falling forward as the muscles in your legs gave away once more.

This time you did not feel the cold ground beneath you though as the familiar person caught you as soon as your legs lost all of their strength, supporting you with one hand wrapped around your waist as they hald-carried and half-dragged you with them. Through your droopy eyelids you were still looking at them, pondering weakly just who they were.

"Fuck! You do not look well..." you heard them mutter as they glanced at you and all you could give them was a wry grin.

"I know you..." you whispered at them, your voice slurred with a hint of unaware amazement in it as your addled brain was unable to comprehend the situation you were in nor recall what had led you to this place anyways.

Were you in the human realm?

Their eyes clouded with concern when they saw your facial expression.

"You hit your head even harder than I expected."

"I hit my head?"

You hit your head... Well, that might explain why your brain felt like it had been dragged through stones and mud. How bad was it then? Would you die?

More noises suddenly filled the air even through the sharp ringing still echoing around inside of your head. More figures in uniforms appeared, their voices throwing indistinguishable words back and forth. You couldn't tell if you knew them personally but you still seemed to be conscious enough to recognise that they were also Shinigami although you couldn't remember from which division. As your eyes sweeped back and forth, your pupils unable to stay still and focus on one person you still noticed how one person was walking directly into your direction with quick yet graceful steps.

The person who was the sole reason why you were still standing let out a surprised gasp.

"Captain Unohana."

Unohana... That name sounded very important. Who was she again? Somehow it felt like this was a name you shouldn't forget even if you apparently weren't feeling very well in that moment. A slimy feeling of anxiety wiggled within the pit of your stomach as soon as you heard that name. Why was that?

"What happened?" a soft voice asked as the woman stopped walking, her eyes focused on your limp form.

"That thing hit them with its tail and send them flying! It looks pretty bad... I-I think they suffered from a concussion or something like that." the Shinigame stated, their body stiffening in awe and respect in front of the smaller woman.

The woman let out a thoughtful hum as she looked at you and you returned her gaze with a dazed one of your own. She stepped closer, noticing your abnormal and seemingly abrupt eye movements.

"Do you know why you are here?"

It took you a few seconds before you finally reacted by shaking your head, still staring at her with dazed eyes.

"I don't even know where I am." you confessed to her with a breathy voice, looking at her as if she was the most fascinating thing in the world. God, you knew her! You definitely did but it was so hard to navigate through your misty brain in the moment.

"Memory loss, abnormal eye movement, confusion... I fear it is definitely a head trauma." the Captain sighed as she shook her head lightly.

"Am I going to die?" you slurred out even though for some reason you did not feel scared when the idea crossed your mind. Perhaps because you were suffering from some head injury at the moment.

A short chuckle escaped the black-haired woman when she heard your question before her dark eyes landed on you.

"You won't under my care. Ahana, we should get them right away to our medical facility. The Head Injury needs to be observed and treated and from first glance it also looks like they fractured more than just a few bones."

The tone instantly carried more authority even if the soft melody of the woman's voice was still present. She was of such small stature but it was amazing how Ahana instantly listened and followed her command.

---

The artifical smell of soap and cleaners was the first thing your senses were able to pick up when you initially stirred awake from the uneasy slumber you had been in. Slowly, drudgingly, you pried your eyes open to gaze at the ceiling of the Sogo Kyugo Tsumesho. It took you a few moments to sluggishly move your eyes around as your mind slowly registered where you were. You could feel the throbbing ache all in your bones and when you slowly managed to sit up and glance down you saw that you were covered in bandages.

"I see that you're awake. How are you feeling?"

A tinge of guilt, almost a wave of melancholy, washed over you when you heard the familiar soft voice of Unohana as she slid the shoji doors open to step inside your room.

Heavy eyes found her dark and kind gaze, noticing the bundle of herbs that she held in her hands. She'd probably wandered around outside to collect some medical herbs again.

"I-" you started, initially prepared to dismiss any worries by telling her that you were feeling much better yet one glance into those blue eyes and you knew that she'd most likely see right through your lies.

"I feel like shit."

The corner of her lips seemed to twitch upwards for a fleeting moment as if she was pleased that you had told her the truth right away.

"With what you have gone through I'm not surprised. Ahana told me that you encountered a huge Hollow who was quite strong... Too strong for a group of newly appointed Shinigami to handle."

You chewed on the inside of your cheeks when she worded it that way as another wave of hot shame rolled over you. You felt like you had disgraced yourself and your new Division. Yes, it had been your first time being stationed in the World of the Living but you had still expected more from yourself than that.

Slow steps echoed through the room where only you and her were as she stalked closer to you. It was quite difficult for you to tear your gaze away from her as if you feared something would happen otherwise.

“Did you sleep well?"

No, surprisingly enough you hadn't. You were sure that you had been out of commission for quite a while yet despite that the weariness was still nestled deeply within the marrow of your bones. Still you found yourself contemplating to at least assure her that you felt well rested. It was already embarrassing enough that you had found yourself so soon within the property of the 4th Division again.

"Don’t lie to me, I watched you.”

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin without any warning as she tilted her body down so that she was on eye height with you. She didn't raise her voice, her tone as soft and sophisticated as ever yet something about her seemed to change for a brief moment. A dark glint that sparked for a second in her blue eyes, giving her a much more frightening appearance before it all disappeared again as if it had never existed in the first place.

Your looked at her agape, your throat all of a sudden tight as your nerves and your mind were still reeling over what you had just witnessed before you forced yourself to swallow audibly. Her gaze flickered for a moment to your Adam's apple that became prominent as you swallowed before flickering back to your eyes.

"I-I had better sleep." you found yourself admitting as her gaze did not waver even if the dark gleam was gone from her gaze now. The woman nodded her head in understanding before straightening up again, her hands neatly folded in front of her as the mildly spicy scent of the herbs she had brought with her invaded your nostrils.

"You were quite restless due to the pain you were in. I'll see it through to prepare you something to ease it. In the meantime you should lay down and rest some more."

Her touch was feathery as she guided you back so that your back sank into the mattress again, her fingers lingering on your body for a few moments longer and tracing over the bandages covering your skin before she pulled away and stepped away.

"I'll return later to check on you again." she announced before closing the shoji doors behind her, leaving you to lay there alone.

You couldn't help but feel like you had never left...

---

The bitter taste of piping hot tea filled your mouth as you forced yourself to down the cup of tea Captain Unohana had offered you the moment you had woken up before you slowly sank down again, feeling as if your whole strength had been sucked out of you.

Exhausted eyes found her blue ones as you glanced at her from your bed, your head aching with what Unohana had described as post-traumatic headaches.

"Why is it that you're always there when I wake up?" you asked her in a hoarse voice, clearing your throat when the aggravating sound invaded your ears, "Aren't you... well, tired yourself?"

Apparently she found your question funny as you could pick up the sound of soft chuckles escaping her for a few seconds before she silenced the sound.

"I just want to make sure that you're fine. You have been quite sluggish and exhausted the last few days since your body is recovering. Also..."

She leaned her head down, a subtle smile on her face as she took a better look at your tired face.

“I watched you sleeping the whole night until morning and I’m still not tired of it.”

It was but a whisper as if this confession was meant to be a secret between only her and you. A shiver went through your body when one of her hands brushed through your hair, reminiscent of how you had seen others pet their beloved dog or cat.

Silence was for a moment the most prominent sound in the room as you felt a familiar drowsiness wash over you again, one that had held you in its tight grip for the last few days and one that you couldn't fight.

"Just why did you have to transfer to another division, my sweet (y/n)? You were always far too soft..."

---

Strained huffs left your lips, your body leaning against the wall as you made slow and dragging steps on your jittery legs. Isane was right next to you, panicking as she tried to convince you to return to your room and lay back down again yet you didn't want to go back there. You'd done nothing but laying down and sleeping those last 2 weeks all whilst everyone from your squad had already recovered and was moving just fine again.

You didn't want to be left behind.

"What is going on here?"

Isane's fast words died down quickly when the docile voice cut through the air and so did your own shaky steps as you found your body just pausing. The atmosphere shifted all of a sudden and you found the already weak trembling in your body intensifying all of a sudden. Even without facing her you could feel her gaze resting on your form, could picture the look she was giving you in that moment as it hadn't been the first time you had felt that way around her.

"C-Captain! I'm so sorry! I was just trying to get them to return to their room but-"

Isane was swiftly hushed by the other woman even though her gaze did not tear itself away from your form.

"(y/n), what are you doing? Did someone allow you to already be up again?"

Barely audible yet enough to send shivers down your spine. You'd spent enough time with her to pick up that edge in her voice, one that was always an indicator that she was displeased with something. You pressed your wobbly lips into a thin line before meekly shaking your head, unable to answer her question.

"Then I'd advice you to return to your room now unless you wish to undo all of the work I have done. You shouldn't push your body when it is already as weakened as it is."

You felt upset yet also quite scared as you were subjected to her pointed stare that made you feel like a lamb in the vision of a wolf. You didn't move from your position until Isane gave you some assistance and brought you back to your room, all whilst Unohana's watchful eyes trailed after your form. As soon as you were back in your room and placed on your bed, Isane dismissed herself as soon as her Captain also stepped inside the room. Unohana gave her a nod when the younger woman excused herself before her eyes returned to your form.

Your eyes were glued to your hands which were resting on your lap, not looking up even as she silently prowled closer to you. You didn't say anything as you instead waited for her to speak up first.

"Tell me, do you not enjoy your stay here? Does my division make you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head meekly as your eyes still didn't budge from your hands.

"You know that it's not like this..."

A soft sigh escaped from her lips as she observed your smaller frame, slightly cowering under her gaze.

"Has your time in your new division already made you forget everything that I taught you for you to act so recklessly even though your injuries aren't properly healed yet?"

Now she had struck the hot feeling of guilt and embarrassment inside of you. If there was one thing you hated above everything else it was disappointing other people and giving them the impression that you had wasted the time and effort they had poured into you.

"That's not true!" you shot back in a defying voice, your eyes shortly meeting hers before you withered away under her intense gaze. Your short outburst of protest seemed to please her though as a satisfied glimmer shone in her eyes.

"And here I was thinking that you had tranferred to another division to get away from me. I must be wrong with my assumption though, aren't I?"

Under her stiff and smothering gaze you found yourself unable to speak up, your skin tingling uncomfortably as you were subjected to a stare you hadn't experienced for quite a while now. Your silence spoke louder than any words though. Her own lack of a response was what made you squirmish and so you dared to briefly look up.

Her face stayed neutral yet it were her eyes that gave you a cold chill. Perhaps it truly was only a fragment of your imagination yet you swore that there was a thrilled glint in her eyes as your silence answered her question for you.

"You're scared of me?" she questioned in a lower tone, although it almost sounded more like a confirmation for herself. Her warm hands suddenly found your own yet you received no comfort from her smothering touch as she leaned down, her face only inches away from yours.

"Why are you scared of me? Please tell me."

One could have assumed that she was merely asking you this question so she could correct her behavior accordingly yet it was the breathy eagerness you could just about detect in her voice and that hint of thrill in her eyes that made you so uneasy since it almost appeared like she was enjoying hearing and seeing that you were somewhat frightened of her.

Unohana had always taught you herself back when you had still been part of her division. It had been no secret that she seemed to fancy you a lot and initially this had only motivated you to do even better.

Had she ever done something that would have justified your fear of her? No, she hadn't and that was the weird part. She'd never done anything that would have justified your fear of her. Unohana was the respected and beloved captain of the 4th Division and the best healer in the Soul Society. Sometimes though, just sometimes, she had given you vibes that had told you that she was hiding something about herself. Sometimes you got the feeling that she wasn't who you normally thought she was but none of that you had been able to back up with actual proof. That's why you didn't know how to explain to her that you were deep down scared of her. Something about her just seemed to be...off.

"I don't know," you replied with a frustrated tremble to your voice, "Sometimes I-I just had nightmares about you. I don't understand myself."

Her grip on your hands tightened subtly.

"Do you still have nightmares about me?"

"... At times, yes."

The hold on your hands grew borderline painful as soon as you muttered your confession and that's when you felt it again. It was bleeding into the air even if only subtly. A crazed thrill that you could only compare to how you imagined a predator filled with adrenaline must feel when chasing their prey and knowing that they'll catch it.

“You had a nightmare about me? That’s great! That means you think of me even when you dream. Even though I hope your next dream about me will be more pleasant.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper yet perhaps it would have been less terrifying if she would have just shouted those words instead of uttering them in such a silent tone, breathy with barely concealed excitement. For a short moment you felt a fight-or-flight-instinct kick in as if you had been exposed to a primal part of yours that worked similar to animals out in the wilderness.

This dragged on for a few seconds as if Unohana wanted to see you bathing in your growing dread yet the moment she removed her hands from yours, everything collapsed as if it had never been there do begin with. You let out a deep breath you had been holding in unknown to you, shaky eyes finding hers only to be met with a kind smile she always gave to everyone.

"I think it's time for your medicine."

[agi-ppangx]

Duh, girl.... I just thought of a story that's really sad, if one of the straykids members whose relationship with his girlfriend feels distant. Because of what? Because he's lost interest and they rarely communicate because they're really busy, but... He doesn't want to let you go, with the words "I still love you". But you're really tired of this kind of relationship, and you're also stressed because you have a lot of work, same as him.

Do you think they'll continue with the vague relationship or finally break up even though there must be a little regret and sadness for sure?

💭tell me you love me

pairing: skz member x fem!reader

warning: swearing

an: anonnie why are you doing this to me💔 no but i actually love this idea so much and i may have made this drabble a bit too angsty, choosing an abrupt ending, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless<33 i also didn't mention any names so you can imagine any of the members :]

“i’m tired of this,” you whispered, tears making their way down your face. he only sighed in response, plopping heavily on the couch. you felt defeated, stressed and so extremely tired. you were standing in the very middle of your living room, staring at your so-called boyfriend. “i told you so many times i’m a busy man. i can’t help it. and you were aware of all of this when you decided to be my girlfriend!” he shouted, but you didn’t even flinch. you didn’t care anymore. “well, i thought that maybe you would try a little bit more to make things work. but here we are instead,” you spat, your voice trembling. “i’m trying! stop with this whole narrative, you know i still love you.”

you always thought your relationship was stable, that your fights were just meant to make it stronger. you wanted to believe in forever with him - since day one you promised to make effort and find time for one another. but it seemed as if he broke the promise at the first opportunity. and when you confronted him about it he always had the same response - “you know i still love you.”

“have you ever thought about how i feel? how i feel when you ignore me for your friends, how you literally avoid me when we’re both home and how you don’t even speak to me anymore? do you ever think about anything else but yourself?!” “shut up! it’s not my fault you are insecure about everything. i’m tired and when i get home from work all i think about is getting some sleep, not making sure you are taken care of. you’re a grown-up, you don’t need me around all the time.” he got up abruptly, screaming at you. you scoffed at his words. you couldn’t believe your ears - it had to be a nightmare, right? you took a step in his direction, then another one until you were standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. your vision was blurry but it didn’t stop you from trying to burn holes in his face. “do you even love me anymore?” you asked, your voice barely above the whisper. he kept eye contact with you for a while before speaking again through gritted teeth. “you know i do.” “then say it properly. tell me you love me and say you’re sorry.” he hesitated. he fucking hesitated and that was your last straw. you left him in the living room and went to your bedroom to pack essential things. “oh my god, of course i still love you. stop acting like a fucking child!” he went after you, screaming something after these words, but your mind couldn't comprehend his lies anymore. your face was covered in tears, eyes stung and it felt harder to breathe with every passing second. when you had all your stuff packed you faced him for the final time. “if you at least apologised, i would've stayed. i would stay here with you and try to work this out, because i do love you, truly. but you’re a fucking liar playing on my emotions and i’m not going to waste even a minute more on you,” you shouted into his face, almost choking on your tears, and simply left the apartment. and the worst part is that he didn’t even try to stop you, letting you go.

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[the-brash-spud]

So I have this bit of writing that I thought was hilarious, but sadly, it got scrapped along with the whole first attempt at the fic I'm writing, but I still want people to enjoy it, so imma just drop it here;

Nightwing sat there. Cross-legged applesauce on the chair. He was looking right at him with so much mischief written across his partially covered face that Marvel’s stomach did more than one funny flip. Trying to keep calm, Billy smiled as he took his hands off the keyboard, laying them on the chairs armrests as he sat deeper and leaned back into the chair while turning towards the blue bird. “Hey there! Need help with something?” He tilted his head as he offered, playing nonchalant about the situation. 

“You know, Batman once tripped on his own cape?” The smaller man said so suddenly he might have as well slapped Captain.

“Wha-”

“And he cried last month after he had to be put on some heavy pain killers after a serious injury because Red Robin called him “Dad” in panic.” Nightwing cut off the shocked hero. “Just last week, a villain managed to escape him because the laces in his new boots weren’t properly secured, and he tripped on those too.” He ignored the expression of horror growing on Marvel’s face and instead leaned in to whisper. “He can perfectly dance Cha-cha even without the music.” Apparently, the fading of colour in a fellow hero’s face was something that only encouraged the hero of the night. “He adopted so many similar looking kids I’ll bet my yearly salary that if another black-haired blue-eyed kid showed up at his house, he wouldn’t even notice.” 

Was this some sort of psychological warfare? A tactic from Batman to see who is the instigator of most of the gossip? Did he want to see how Billy manages to deal with stress? To see what he would do with possible blackmail? What sort of plot could the Gothamites have to do this? It felt like forever but also an instant as he stared at Nightwing. Did he expect something, anything? Some sort of reaction? Captain had so many questions, but none could leave his lips, so he went with the easiest one: “Why?”

“Nobody here knows anything about you, and you don’t pry into anybody’s business here.” Nightwing began. “You’re an immortal being of magic as far as people are aware. In the end they trust you with their lifes but believe me, they don’t always believe you. There are bets going on about which ones of your reports are actually just you pulling their leg. If you now went and told them everything I just said, word for word, they wouldn’t believe you because apart from the aforementioned point, they are also sure I already left.” The face of the smaller man was serious as he explained. 

“Then… then why? What’s the point?” Billy was still in a serious state of shock. He didn’t even comprehend what Nightwing said other heroes thought of him. It just flew over his head. 

The grin on the hero in black was almost wicked as he answered simply. “I felt like causing a bit of mischief.” He then just uncrossed his legs in one fluid motion and gracefully stood up. “Anyway, good talk! Can I have your name, Captain?”

So yeah, there was a bit before and after when it comes to this, lol

Do whatever with the idea, enjoy.

[fanartandfanfiction]

HUMBLE

Charlastor fic, charliexalastor

Alastor greatly underestimates Charlie and he’s gonna get HUMBLED.

A bit more of a realistic take on the characters, with Charlie dealing with more issues than she lets on. A slow burn, with Alastor absolutely not handling and comprehending his feelings. AND I KNOW canonically Al is aroace but it’s fanfiction so he’s charliesexual. Also in this universe, Charlie and vaggie haven’t dated, and Charlie doesn’t know vaggie’s true feelings for her.

Chapter one: Picture Show Fiasco (basically the pilot from Al’s perspective, you can skip if you want)

Alastor was walking down the street and humming to himself when he noticed a crowd gathered in front of a window. As he got closer, he saw it was TELEVISION they were ogling at. He was about to keep walking when he saw what was happening. Princess Charlotte Morningstar was on the news and making an absolute fool of herself. This he had to see.

The bubbly blonde was dancing and singing about demons and rainbows, and it was absolutely hysterical! She finished her performance and was met with resounding laughter. The crowd in front of him was laughing too hard for him to properly hear, but the princess looked downhearted as that vicious harpie Katie Killjoy spoke. The crowd settled down enough just in time for him to see the princess glare and stand up in front of Katie.

“I have your PEN, BITCH!”

Alastor couldn’t contain his laughter. His menacing cackle sent the crowd scrambling. It was absolutely hysterical seeing the sweet little princess try to stand up to the news woman. Then the fight started.

He was puzzled as he watched it. She was Lucifer’s daughter, this shouldn’t be much of a fight at all! But she hardly used any of the power she possessed. Untapped potential…

As he continued his stroll, he overheard people talking about the news. “Can you believe it? That stupid bitch thinks we can actually be redeemed! At some stupid place called the happy hotel.”

“She’s so desperate to redeem people that she’s letting that porn star live there. Angel Dust ain’t ever gonna change. But she’s gullible.”

Alastor was struck with an idea. Yes, an EXCELLENT idea. He’d show up, offer his assistance, and gain her trust. Then he’d have a very powerful pawn.

As he approached the hotel, he saw the girl sitting outside with a mobile phone. He stayed hidden and listened in.

“Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well, and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference. I don't know what I'm doing. I could really use some advice, mom. I... I think dad was right about me... Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway... I'll stop talking before this gets long. Love you, bye…” She wiped tears from her face and went inside.

Daddy issues AND an absent mother? Why, the girl would be desperate for anyone to lean on! Might as well strike while the iron’s hot. He put on his most charming smile and knocked on the door.

The door opened slowly and he saw her eyes widen as she saw him. “Hel-“ SLAM! He blinked in confusion. The door opened again. “Lo-“ SLAM. That was rather rude. He could hear voices arguing inside, then the door opened slowly again. The poor girl was terrified. Clearly his reputation preceded him. “May I speak now?”

“Um…you may.” She squeaked out. Showtime!

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure! He shook her hand and pulled her close, then let himself in.

“Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on the picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Sooo many orphans…” he chuckled to himself.

Some freaky looking one-eyed girl shoved a spear towards him. “Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!”

How hilarious! She thought she could threaten him. He smirked and pushed her spear away. “My dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I already would have.” He revealed more of his demonic form, intending to intimidate her. Unfortunately this was also scaring the girl he needed to win over. He returned to his regular form and smiled. “No, I’m here because I want to help!”

“Uuuh…what?” Charlie asked.

“Hello? Testing! Is this thing on?” He tapped his microphone.

“You want to help with what?”

“This ridiculous thing you’re trying to do! This hotel! I’d like to help you run it!”

“But…why?”

“Why does anyone do anything, dear? Boredom!”

Charlie looked at him suspiciously. “So does this mean you think demons can be redeemed?”

“Of course not! That's wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners. The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done!”

“So then why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” She asked with wide eyes.

Time to crank up the charm. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, twirling her around. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!”

“Riiiiiight…” clearly she needed more convincing.

“Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, sweetheart! And who better to help you than I?” He put an arm around her waist and led her away from the angry looking moth girl. She seemed to be the rational one, and he couldn’t have that.

“Think of what I’m offering here, sweetheart. I’ve got connections, I’ve got cash, and I’ve got powerful magic! You and me, working together? Why, we could FILL this place with sinners!”

She still looked unsure. Unfortunately the moth girl realized he’d gotten her alone and dragged her away. “Charlie, we need to talk.”

The pair was having a heated discussion. He heard the grating sound of a straw sucking loudly. He looked for the source and found a lanky spider demon lounging on the couch. “So what’s your deal?”

“I’m sorry?” He asked.

“The reason you’re here. It sure as hell ain’t boredom. What are you gettin’ out of this? And don’t worry, I don’t actually give a shit about this place. I just live here for free.”

“Entertainment, pure and simple! I’m between projects and terribly bored.”

There was another loud slurping noise. “Why are you dressed like a strawberry pimp?”

Before he could answer, the little blonde stomped up to him with a determined look. “Ok, so Al. You’re sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here as a joke. But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no...tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

Excellent. “Do we have a deal?” He grinned and twirled his microphone, and a green glow surrounded them.

“Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire. Um, does that sound fair?”

This was absolutely pathetic. He’d be able to play her like a piano. “Fair enough! So, where’s your staff?”

“Uuuuh…it’s just me and Vaggie…”

“Ohohoho, you’re gonna need more than that!” He walked over to the demon lounging on the couch. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

“I can suck your dick.” He smirked.

Alastor abhorred crass talk like that. “Ha! No. This won’t do. I suppose I can cash in on a couple of favors, liven this place up a little bit…”

He pulled Nifty, his chaotic little maid out of the fireplace. Sure, she was odd, but she was excellent at her job. Time to wrangle up a bartender! Husk was angry and aggressive, as per usual, but all it took was a bottle of cheap booze to turn his head.

“Uh-uh! No bars! No alcohol!” The moth girl shouted.

“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!” The spider demon ran to the bar. “We are KEEPING THIS!”

Charlie still looked unconvinced. Time to bring it home! Luckily, he also had a flare for theatrics. He distracted her long enough to shove the moth girl out of the way. He began singing.

“ You have a dream! You wish to tell!” He dressed her up in 1920s fashion and twirled her around. “ And it's just laughable! But, hey, kid, what the hell?” He tossed her into the air and caught her with ease, taking her hand. He was going to use his magic to make her dance, but it was unnecessary as she quickly caught up with him.

“ 'Cause you're one-of-a-kind! A charming demon belle! Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell! Take it, boys! ”

Shadow demons appeared from the floorboards and begin playing their instruments. The moth girl was trying in vain to get Charlie’s attention, but he had the girl wrapped around his finger with his song and dance. Truth be told, it was a nice change of pace to have a competent dance partner.

“Haha! Inside of every demon is a lost cause! But we'll dress 'em up for now, with just a smile! And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair! And show these simpletons some proper class and style!”

He twirled Charlie in until they were nearly chest to chest and pinched her cheek. “Oh! Here below the ground, I'm sure your plan is sound! They'll spend a little time, down at this Hazbin Ho-“”

A loud crash shattered one of the walls of the hotel. There was a large warship floating outside with a snake demon at the helm. “Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!”

Who the hell was this? “Do I know you?”

“Yes! You do! And this time I have the element of SURPRISE!”

He didn’t have time to deal with incompetent wannabe overlords. He quickly summoned his tentacles and attacked the ship, destroying it and returning to normal in 15 seconds. He was quite proud of himself, but a quick glance to the side showed that the others were staring at him with shock and horror. “Well, I’m starved! Who wants some jambalaya? My mother taught me a WONDERFUL recipe!” He ushered the group back inside. He glanced up at the hideous sign for the happy hotel. No, that wouldn’t do. With a point of his microphone, the sign changed to Hazbin Hotel. Perfect!

[firelightmuse]

8. What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?

I would be especially interested in your headcanons for Zenos on this subject!

Ohhhh very good question!!! I’ll try to tackle it from both of their perspectives.

Yume: For Yume, romantic love was something she always dreamed of since she was a little girl, but she thought it was unattainable for her, as she was always expected to marry for political purposes due to her father being a daimyo and she was destined to follow in his footsteps. After she was banished, she became lost and was in search for a new purpose in her life, and although romance was now more attainable than ever before, she still put it on the back burner. It also was complicated by the fact that she never had found anyone that she was sexually or romantically attracted to, well, until she found herself strangely attracted to Zenos, and more and more so every time she encountered him.

Even after she had recognized that she had a very strange attraction to him, she never thought a relationship would ever be possible, because, well, he was her enemy and he was hell bent on doing whatever it took to fight her again, and she would do her duty as a Scion and kill him if she had to.

But then came the moment when they were both dying at the edge of the universe, and she just couldn’t bring herself to let him die out there alone, not after all that he had done for her. She recognized that in his own way, he had been trying to reach out to her in the only way he knew how, and he had traveled all the way to Ultima Thule, just for her. She didn’t realize it in the moment, but she unconsciously thought that perhaps there was a chance to save his life, to save his broken soul, and that there might be a chance at something more. Perhaps romantic love was possible for her, for Zenos, for them.

Zenos: Keep in mind that I’m still doing my own “research” on Zenos’ characterization, and I’m still trying to evaluate him in order to properly write him as a character in Yume’s story, so this is definitely a work in progress and this characterization is subject to change. That being said…

I believe Zenos would absolutely be on the ace/aro spectrum, and I don’t think he ever put much thought, if any at all, in romantic love for most of his life. He likely read some romance novels in his youth, as I HC that he is extremely well read and he read those books along with everything else in the palace’s library, but he likely just thought that romantic love was either not real, or even if it was real, it didn’t affect him in anyway and paid it no mind whatsoever. He never felt much of anything else besides the pleasure of The Hunt*, and so he ignored the idea of romance altogether.

Whenever Zenos fought Yume, he started feeling pleasure from the thrill of battle with her, and he never gave a thought to what exactly he was feeling besides that it made him feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and he didn’t think he could ever feel that way in his life ever again, hence why he kills himself at the end of 4.0. When he finds himself alive once more, he is driven to fight Yume again, but because he is denied the chance for so long, he begins to feel a sense of longing, a pining for her that he had never experienced before. He recognizes that his feelings for her have become more complex, but because he had never experienced any kind of love before, let alone romantic love, he doesn’t know how to fully comprehend it, let alone express it in a healthy way.

It isn’t until Yume brings him back with her to the Ragnarok following their near death encounter in Ultima Thule and during his long recovery that he wants to figure out why Yume saved his life when it was completely unexpected and, in that moment, unwanted. In his therapy, he begins to realize that what he feels for Yume is romantic love, and that she might feel the same for him, and it takes him quite some time to figure out what that means and what he actually wants in this life that he somehow finds himself living once again.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Thank you so much for the great ask @otherworldseekers!! 🥰💖

[mikaya-hi]

Piercings (Eijiro Kirishima)

Eijiro had been wanting to get a piercing for so long but for some reason every time the needle gets too close to him, he freaks out and activates his quirk. He had been feeling kind of jealous, Bakugo had already gotten five piercings, he had also gotten his six and seventh piercings, they were snake bites. "Hey Bakubro nice new bites." Bakugo merely looked up at his red-haired classmate. "Yeah, what about it shitty hear." it had been three full years and Eijiro still hadn't been able to get rid of the nick name. "Nothing I think it looks cool, been wanting to get some two but I guess I'm afraid of needles." "Shitty loser." Was all Eijiro got before Bakugo went off to make a phone call.

Eijiro was awaken by Bakugo the next morning only getting a quick. "Get up loser we're leaving." Eijiro had no idea of what was going on but followed his friend anyway. "So where are we heading." Eijiro got no answer but still followed. Bakugo soon turned down a driveway to a small yet cozy looking house. Bakugo knocked on and a beautiful girl almost Bakugo's height opened the door she had a septum and an eyebrow piercing. Bakugo gave her a quick kiss before introducing her, "This is Lia my girlfriend and this is Shitty hair my friend." Eijiro was a bit stunned at the word friend but soon recovered when he heard another sweet voice from inside. "Li, who was it?" Lia turned around holding the door opened for the two to enter. "No, It's Blast pack and he brought a cute red head. "

Once inside Bakugo and Lia headed to the living room where another yet smaller female sat on the couch only to give Bakugo a fist bump before her eyes caught the gaze of the red head. "Well, hey there cutie what brings you?" she asked, but before Eijiro could answer he was interrupted by Bakugo. "Shitty hair wants a piercing but he's too much of a wimp thought you could do it. Also, this is Lia's roommate Y/N." The girl on the couch merely nodded before getting up and walking over to a door not too far away. "So, cutie you said you wanted a piercing which one." Y/N came back with a small bag and placing it on the dining table. "I guess to start an earlobe piercing." Eijiro said looking at the girl taking out piercing set. "O, uhm that's not a good idea." Y/N looked at Eijiro before motioning for him to come closer. "Yeah, and why do you say that." "W-Well my quirk is hardening so whenever I try to get my ears pierced it activates and I break the piercing needles." Y/N nodded taking in what he said before she pushed him down on the seat. "I think I know what to do." Is al she said before she grabbed the tools she needed, before quickly making herself comfortable on his lap. "Okay ready to start." she asked earning a sputtering from Eijiro. Before he could properly comprehend the beautiful girl straddling him, he felt lips on his.

Kirishima was pulled out of his haze by a burning sensation in his ear. "Haha, you could have just used your quirk to cancel out his, you know." Eijiro hear Bakugo yell from his place on the couch and Lia laughing at his redden face. "I know but this is a way more fun method plus he's like super cute." Answered the girl on his lap before turning her attention back to him. "So, you want to do the other ear two." Stunned Eijiro stared at her for a second before managing a simple nod.

It had started getting dark when they finally left the girls house. "So, happy you got your holes?" Bakugo asked not looking up from his phone. Eijiro's face redden at the thought of how he had gotten them, before he started smiling and gave Bakugo a nod. He knew he was definitely coming back for more.

[konigceo]

one last message before you go: I totally agree with that anon saying that ‘mdni’ and ‘ageless blogs get blocked’ is bs. Back in my day we were told not to reveal anything about ourselves online for good reason, and telling people to put their ages in their bios not only is dangerous, it encourages minors to lie more.

The situation is super complicated ofc and it’s not black and white. I for example was exposed to sex stuff way too young and in a very terrible way with no other real option to compare it to; the experiences I had gave me a very warped and skewed idea of sex and my own kinks for a while, but you know what fixed that? GOING ONLINE AND READING SMUT. Seriously. The stuff I consumed was on wattpad and usually written by minors, FOR minors, and it made me realize the true nature of sex and what it can mean. It also opened my eyes to kink and made me realize that I’m not a horrible person for being kinky.

Just turning away everyone from your stuff like that isn’t gonna stop any minors. We all know it. I don’t see the point in trying (Personally I employ a don’t ask, don’t tell policy on my smut content, because I’d much rather people get their content from me because at least I know I’m not grooming them). I get that people below 13 are too young to really even be online but the fact of the matter is kids are gonna see smut whether you want them to or not. They will consume it.

Look, I guess what I’m trying to say is don’t feel guilty for doing what you do, girl. You’re not the only one, you’re just the first I’ve seen with the courage to come out and say it. Besides, as I see it, if you’re old enough to know you want to interact with sexual content, then you’re old enough to interact in general. If you’re old enough to know you wanna have sex and do kinky shit, you’re old enough to learn how to do it safely and properly as well! Minors don’t magically become more able to comprehend things the day they turn 18, we’re capable of making our own decisions, and being told otherwise is honestly infantilizing. Especially those at our age (15-17) we have the fucking capacity to handle sexual content. If I would be allowed to drive, allowed to get a job, allowed to work for slave wages, and allowed to sign waivers on my own, then why the hell is being allowed to consume smut such a big leap?

-A Hypersexual minor who sees what you’re doing, and wants to let you know you’re not alone and that grown ass adults telling you what you can and can’t consume is bullshit and so is those same adults doxxing and harassing you for daring to take initiative and do what you want

i agree with your words anon, and i just feel like it's so unprovoked that these people are harrassing not just me, but innocent blogs, as if most of them weren't exposed to nsfw content when they were young. i appreciate the thought of trying to shield and protect me from nsfw content, but this isn't an unhealthy thing, in my opinion. i write on tumblr because i like writing, because i like cod, and because i have hormones (shocker, i know). and in the end, i know how to handle myself when it comes to nsfw content. i don't write extreme content or kinks, and my writing is pretty tame compared to the rest of the cod fandom, so i really don't get the argument when it comes to "you're ruining your life and your mental health," since my mental health is getting ruined because of these rude ass people 💀 but yeah that was my ted talk ! have a great day/night anon.

[midnightactual]

Kūkaku's Relative Power & Narrative Role

I've mentioned this before, but, really look at this in CFYOW Volume II (emphasis mine):

“I’ve got one thing to say.” Kukaku’s piercing voice resounded, and those who had been making a commotion all stopped at the same time. “This is my house. I don’t mind you being rowdy, but if you’re going to cut each other up then take it outside.” Though her voice was soft, there was an energy in it that indicated she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “That woman’s strong.” “Yes. She doesn’t seem to be a Soul Reaper, but I suppose…I suppose there were some strong people lurking around.” Halibel could comprehend Kukaku’s power through the spiritual pressure in her words, and Nelliel agreed with her. Needless to say, those who knew Kukaku from the start, like Ginjo and the others, became quiet and subdued. The same was true for the Quincies and Corpse Unit. Other than Mayuri Kurotsuchi, that is, who marched to the beat of his own drum.

So, the obvious joke first:

But that Kūkaku is able to put reiatsu in her voice, and that is enough to get Grimmjow & Luppi—aspects of death of destruction—to shut the hell up, as well as enough to make guys like Ginjō "quiet and subdued" (read: submissive and avoidant) tells you a lot, beyond just Tier and Nelliel's judgments.

Now, in the manga, back during chapters 78 and 79, we go from here:

to here:

You can see that her kiseru goes missing. Something like what the anime suggests happens is relatively plausible (and yes I know I just got done talking about the anime being lesser canon):

At any rate, Kūkaku goes on to readily disable both Ganju (whom is giving Ichigo trouble) and Ichigo himself (and by the way, this is much like how Yoruichi often at least initially easily handles people who are giving Ichigo trouble, from Byakuya, to Yammy, to Askin):

Now, this is played for comedy. However, I urge you to recall both Isshin and Retsu, whose strength was also initially played for comedy. I also ask you to remember Tsukishima, who is immensely powerful but often passive. And I'll note that in CFYOW, Ginjō has Tsukishima and Giriko at his disposal and yet all three of them don't even seem to entertain the idea of messing with Kūkaku and put up with whatever she says, both there and in chapter 518:

We know that Bleach already has a Red Oni in Kenpachi:

I would submit to you that, at least figuratively, Kūkaku is something closer to the Blue Oni (yes, I know it's funny when she wears red):

This is especially interesting when Yoruichi is routinely paralleled with Kenpachi and is sometimes a Red Oni herself (and sometimes a Blue Oni):

As I've related a number of times, Japanese loves puns, and the Blue Oni is often associated with being a Kuudere. Well, there's K[uu]kaku. More importantly, we know the Kū of her name, 空, is the Void in the Godai:

空 Kū or sora, most often translated as "Void", but also meaning "sky", "heaven" or environment, it represents those things beyond and within our everyday comprehension, particularly those things composed of pure energy before they manifest; the emptiness that the energy is made up of. Bodily, kū represents spirit, thought and creative energy. It represents the creation of phenomena. It can also be associated with the potential of power, creativity, spontaneity and inventiveness. Kū is of particular importance as the highest of the elements. In martial arts, particularly in fictional tales where the fighting discipline is blended with magic or the occult, one often invokes the power of the Void to connect to the quintessential creative energy of the world. A warrior properly attuned to the Void can sense their surroundings and act without using the mind, and without using their "physical senses".

This would explain why, oh, say, Kūkaku can sense Yoruichi remotely when no one else can. (I would also submit that the Void, the Garganta, is perhaps the opposite of Hell, with which it seems Kenpachi may be associated.) Anyway, going back a little, we can see that Kūkaku's smoking and drinking is perhaps actually a limiter upon and restrictor of her "true" self, which only becomes evident when she's stirred to anger. She's trying to be chill. (Note also that even her "comedic" anger is shocking to Yoruichi.)

Keep in mind that Kūkaku also channels the sun to use the Kakaku Taihō cannon, and that the SRDI can only build a one-shot replica of the cannon which requires dimensional energy to act as fuel. If read in a sci-fi context, Kūkaku functions as the equivalent of a warp core reactor.

Basically, Kūkaku was always implied to be extremely strong, but given the additional context from CFYOW, we can make an educated guess that:

Kūkaku is the Broly of Bleach and you're in danger. I offer you this scene for free:

Whomever: You can't stop me. Yoruichi: I know. Wiping blood from her mouth. But she can after you split my lip. Kūkaku: Bursting out of whatever like Surtur in Thor: Ragnarok.

Or perhaps:

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

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Somehow words happened!! idk if they are any good but when the muse strikes you gotta use it (aka I felt compelled to write two emotionally constipated curmudgeons slowly realizing they've caught feelings, but they still won't actually say those 3 words because isn't killing someone a better way of doing that??) Anyhoo...here's some Jacob POV:

Wiping his shirt over them to collect the sweat and blood off of their skin, she curled up against him like the lap cat she said she never would be. Rubbing the gray cotton up and down her, he mopped up the scarlet that had seeped into her pores as he stared down at her. It was in these rare moments of peace that he could properly observe her, just like he had when she was in the cages. If he didn't know her the way that he did, he could go with the basic compliment of calling her beautiful – and she was, there was no denying that fact (likely more than he deserved) – but more than that, Kit was everything he ever spoke about to his men to try to get them in line, to become the soldiers he expected them to be.  

Would he say this was love? Jesus, that was a frightening thought to even try to comprehend. He’d been alone for so long, had made it that way, Lord knew no one else would want him – but she did. From that first moment in the church, when their eyes met and despite her being a stranger he could see the determination in her, that there was more to her below the surface than she presented to the world. Kit was a woman barely being used to her full potential even when she was fighting against them with the Resistance, and now to see her embracing everything he and Joseph had given her…he’d be lying if he tried to say she hadn’t preoccupied his thoughts for sometime, but now…now she was sinking into the very meat of him, she filled some hole he didn’t remember even having.

Stroking the damp strands of hair away from her face, his thumb ran against the scar above her cheekbone. He’d built a whole file on her and thought he knew all the ins and outs, yet even with all the information he had there were still some secrets about her he had yet to uncover – like how she’d gotten that little white scar on her cheek. It never would have mattered to him before, but the more he looked at her the more he was becoming ensnared in her. He’d always been the hunter, but he started to wonder if maybe she’d been right in those woods all along, he’d become prey to her after all… 

His train of thought was quickly broken however, once she started pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw, stroking the side of his neck softly, the pads of her fingers caressing each of his scars with gentle care. The stark difference between her brutality and the sensitivity she could show was startling and caused a shiver to cascade down his spine, his eyes fluttering shut from her knowledge of just where and how to touch him.

“Well, that was just what I needed,” she said, voice still a smoky husk as she came down from her afterglow.

He huffed out a laugh and rubbed his hand down the length of her legs that curved over the armrest of the chair, fingers stroking against the scars that dotted her muscled flesh. “Sure put a target on your back with that video. Didn’t think you’d look quite so much like you enjoyed what you were doin’.”

“Was I not supposed to enjoy it?” Kit asked with a raised brow.

He’d broken her out of what was deemed fair and just by the society that had beaten them down and tried to make them weak, seeing her act so freely was inspiring. She was everything Joseph had promised she would be and based on her latest performance, he was sure more would happily come under their banner sooner than later. She would lead them through the darkness, and if they couldn’t or wouldn’t see what she promised to deliver, she’d grind them into the dirt under the heel of her boot. There could be no mistake made about what would happen to those deemed weak now. 

“I’m glad ya did.” His gaze traveled over her, stained and sticky with drying blood, aquamarine eyes popped while ruby cascaded from her head and over her skin. She was more some feral goddess that ancient man would have praised - writing songs and making art in her name, willing to go to war and die for her - than a woman of the modern age. “I certainly got to reap the rewards from it afterwards.”

With a pleased hum she slipped her legs from the seat she’d taken on his lap and moved for the table across from them where the monitors sat to lean against it. She was never much for getting close even after he’d just been inside her, she maintained that safe distance from him. He understood why too. Vulnerability wasn’t something people like them got to indulge in. Made hard by the world, forged until unbreakable, steel cast around their hearts and minds to keep them (and the few who did manage to slip through the cracks) safe. Letting your guard down, opening yourself up to someone, was like jamming the knife into your own gut in a moment of weakness. It was just another thing he had her father to thank for. 

“Don’t know what came over me, to be honest.” She pulled her hand through waves that were knotted, combing her fingers through the viscera that glued her strands together. 

“I do. That was all instinct.” It was the same thing that overcame him after he’d gone after Winters. “You let yourself do what you do best, no fear of judgment, no so-called morals or ethics.” He leaned forward in his seat, finger pointed straight into the heart of her. “That was nature – ancient and primordial. How we used to be. Savage. Primal.” He looked into her eyes and immediately recognized the things he’d been searching for for so long, and they were all in her. 

He brought his thumb to his nose and rubbed against the tip before fingers brushed through the whiskers beside the corners of his mouth as he cleared his throat and leaned back into his seat becoming the soldier and the tactician once more rather than a man who was about to say something stupid over the woman who sat across from him if he wasn’t careful. “I need to check in with John.”

[clangenrising]

god i love how mystique has progressed throughout this story so far, it’s so real and palpable. it’s so crazy to think how she’s gone from someone so confident in her power and position and so blissfully ignorant of the shadow truth to someone who can’t really do anything but bathe in that same shadow truth now.

she’s really lost it all and it’s just like… i feel so much for her. i’ve experienced or witnessed similar things as her, it’s not fun. it’s nothing great to go through. obviously having a dictator sexual abuser brother is not the same as having really bad friends, but like, it’s the same kind of feeling that you don’t really want to accept that theyre bad people, yknow? it Hurts Bad to finally see that the people you love are not good people and have hurt you too, even if not as directly as they hurt others. and her grappling with the shadow truth is so damn realistic it makes my head spin. her just trying to push it back as much as possible but eventually it’s all she can think about, yeah… it be like that.

her postpartum depression is portrayed So Well too. i wouldnt be the first to say the kitten crash is done amazingly and rightfully so! huge credits to you on that for portraying it the way you do and in such a sympathetic way with oddstripe especially. but theres credit due to the way other cats see it as well because i think that’s also shown very… realistically, unfortunately, at least in a case i knew. i have an aunt who went through it with one of her first children and while i was too young to comprehend it properly, despite being the oldest cousin, i know i was always really confused when my relatives would either toss aside her feelings or actively make them worse or the good few would be understanding and help where they could. even little fogpaw doing what she can right now, it warms my heart.

her longing for razor and russetfrond despite her knowing now the former is terrible and the latter has hurt her, god it is so real. it’s a bit funny to think i’d been the one to come along with the rustique ship name at first but now it’s just like. there’s no way it’s healthy for them to stay with each other. i think the damage has been done and maybe, just maybe they could make up in some small way if they take it gently, but im not sure thats going to happen. even if they do make amends before mystique leaves theres obviously no going back.

but anyway yeah, thats my little thoughts on mystique. i love her deeply and really empathize with her so much. i hope for the best for her when she gets to go back home, despite all the unfortunate circumstances, she deserves to be back in a place of comfort and familiarity again 💜

Thank you <3 I really appreciate you saying all that. Not much to say because you said it all so well.

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I never wrote something from a piece of media before, I never wrote a fan fiction or anything like that, but here we are. It’s almost 5am, I’m not sleepy at all and I just rewatched GO 2, so… I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Sorry for any mistakes: English is not my native language.

As Jane Austen would write it

Aziraphale and Crowley have just foiled the end of the world - again. They’re side by side, immersed in a great silence. Astonished, neither of them has the courage to say anything: Crowley cannot comprehend that he has been saved by his angel, by the same angel who abandoned him; Aziraphale, who wanted to save the only being in the world he truly loves from the beginning, is terrified by the idea that that same being no longer loves him. Until, in the middle of nowhere and accompanied only by the sound of the wind, the song of a nightingale is heard.

A: Crowley…

C: I forgive you.

Aziraphale widens his eyes and turns suddenly; Crowley, motionless, is looking at him through his glasses.

A: I don't know what to say.

C: I believe that after defeating all the forces of Heaven and Hell, as well as Jesus the incarnation of the Almighty, you can do it.

A: Oh you have no idea - Aziraphale lowers his gaze, hesitates for a moment - I did it for you. In the beginning, a long - A LONG - time ago, I did what I did because I wanted to believe that angelic goodness prevailed even over being a demon, and you seemed the perfect example. But it wasn't like that, it never was. I know you think I realised it too late, but I didn't, it just took me too long to admit it to myself, and I could never admit it to you. I was so obnubilated by the thought that my job was to save you... when it was you who saved me, who stopped me that second before it was enough for me not to see the abyss you knew so well. I was so silly, Crowley. But I want you to know that I never thought, never wished - not even for a second - that you were any different.

C: I always tried to protect you angel. I didn't want you to see the world as them, but not as me either. I wanted you to be yourself: with your books, your cup of tea, your treats and your bloody magic tricks. And when you turned your back on me... - for a second the pain of that moment tightened Crowley's throat - I feared I had lost you forever. I was desperate.

A: So was I! You can't even imagine how desperate I was. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought that the next time I would see you again you would be free and, if I had been capable enough, happy.

C: You still don't get it.

A: What?

Crowley removes his glasses; Aziraphale winces slightly.

C: My god angel... after more than 6,000 years I still marvel at how stupid you can be sometimes. How can you not see that?

A: See what? Crowley, please.

Crowley shakes his head and smiles sarcastically.

C: I just wanted someone to look at the stars with.

Aziraphale stares at him. He turns fully towards him. Crowley seems to withdraw.

A: I love you.

Crowley is speechless, stunned. He is certainly not used to not knowing what to say, but this is not it. Every fibre in his body seems in turmoil. Aziraphale is still there, looking at him and smiling. He smiles as if the world had really ended this time, ended and begun again. He smiles as if a new Garden of Eden had magically materialised around them, but better, because in this case Eden has restaurants and bookshops.

C: I love you too angel - Crowley's voice is almost lifeless, so much so that it seems impossible to have uttered those words after him.

Aziraphale's face lights up, not with a blinding light, but with the kind of light that only the first stars that rise at nightfall give off. Truly ineffable.

Finally, Crowley, who had remained still up to that moment, also turns around, and is now facing Aziraphale. The latter approaches and gently places his right hand on his face.

A: This time properly, as Jane Austen would write it.

Crowley gently pulls him and kisses him as if he were the only important thing in the universe, and he is: more than alcohol, more than the stars, more than his (their) Bentley. Aziraphale still has one hand on his face while the other is clasped at his side, and this time he knows he’s feeling the greatest possible love, even for an angel. After all, this was the Almighty's plan all along.

The two break away and cannot contain themselves: they start laughing, the same way children laugh.

A: I cannot be sure, but now I think I understand why humans so often indulge in carnality.

Crowley bursts out laughing, he couldn't expect any less.

C: Well said. What time do you think it will be?

A: I don't know, but I think it's still morning, why?

C: How about an extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz?

A: Mh, I think a table has miraculously opened up.