#wrote this at 2am lmao

[myymi]

Here is a prompt: (not sure if you have done this) Tails staying up to late in his workshop and Sonic coming to make sure he sleeps.

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Tails was exhausted.

Which, of course, is probably because he’s still awake, even though it’s a few hours past midnight.

Again.

But, is it really his fault?

Tails thinks it isn’t as he pours his 8th cup of coffee. He’s working on something important, after all. He has to put in the extra work to get it finished! What if Eggman attacks and he ends up needing it, but it’s incomplete?

Convinced that’s a good reason to skip out an entire night of sleep, the little fox sips his coffee as he makes his way back into the workshop.

There’s only a few things left to do, anyway. It’d be pointless to sleep now, he’d only end up getting a few hours of rest, so what was the point?

Tails rubbed at his eyes as he returned to his seat at his workbench, setting his drink down on the nearby coaster.

Sonic absolutely hates that coaster.

Which was fair, it was ugly. It was a piece of knockoff merch with the highspeed hedgehog’s face badly printed on it.

The kit smiled to himself at the memory of his brother’s reaction when he first saw the coaster.

Speaking of, though, Tails hadn’t heard from Sonic in a while. He hopes he’s okay.

He takes a breath, letting the thought slip into the darker corners of his mind. He needed to focus if he wanted to get this invention done.

He gets lost in his work easily, a couple more hours slip by without him noticing.

He’s so close to finishing. He just needs to–

There’s the slightest bit of noise behind him and, in a panic, he throws the tool he was currently using–a socket wrench–in the direction of it, assuming it had been a badnik.

Which he then regrets a second later, when he realizes who made the names.

“Jeez!” Sonic stared at the wrench as he jumped out of the way, watching it crash into the wall, making a decent sized hole, “I knew you had a good arm, but a wrench? Really?”

Tails lets out a heavy sigh, already feeling his heart slow it’s beating at the sight of his hero, “Chaos, Sonic, what are you doing? I nearly hit you with that!”

“What am I doing?” The teen questioned, raising an accusing brow, “What are you doing?”

“What?” The kit asked with his brow furrowed.

“Last I checked, it was aboutt,” Sonic trailed as he glanced over at the computer the younger kept in the workshop, “seven hours past your bedtime, mister.”

Tails’ ears perked up as he hastily checked the time on his watch, frowning when he realized his brother was right. His ears pinned back against his head, and he refused to look at the other.

The hedgehog sighed and tugged the socket wrench out of the new hole in the wall, walking over to the fox's main workbench, "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

Tails hummed for a second before shaking his head, “Not tired.”

Sonic snorted, “Sure, bud.” He set the wrench on the workbench, placing a hand on the other’s back to gently usher him out of his chair.

The kit groaned, but he did slide out of his chair, leaning against the older as they made their way out of the workshop.

Sonic was a little surprised at how little of a fight the fox was putting up, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

When they made it to the bedroom, the hedgehog quickly helped his little brother take off his shoes before tucking him under the covers.

“Sonic?” Tails grumbled, blearily blinking up at the teen.

“What’s up, pal?” Sonic responded in a low voice, sitting on the side of the bed.

“How do y’ always know to come when ‘m stayin’p?” The kit yawned, his exhaustion quickly taking over.

The teen snorted at the question and shrugged, “Big bro stuff. It's a secret.” He said with a wink, earning a frown in return.

“It’s dumb.” Tails grumbled before his eyes fell shut, the last step before he would finally fall asleep.

“Uh huh,” Sonic rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face, “well, I do apologize for making sure you have a good sleep schedule.” He added in a whisper, bringing his hand up so he could lightly rub the fur between the kit’s eyes with his thumb.

The younger mumbled something, but it was just a slurred mess, so the hedgehog just hummed in response, keeping up the gentle strokes until the other’s breathing evened out.

Sonic stood up and shut off the lamp on Tails’s beside table, glancing back at his brother when he reached the door, watching for a few seconds as he peacefully slept.

‘Not tired, huh?” he thinks, shaking his head before stepping out of the room and gently closing the door behind him.

[inklore]

JOEL IS SUCH A SAP AFTER SEX.

To keep you from pulling away from him after you’ve both come, he’ll grip the back of your neck, his palm rough and hot against your sweaty skin, his nail digging into the skin of your hip to keep you in place. 

“No, not yet," he’ll say in that ragged voice he gets when he’s just got done fucking you. When he’s just finished coming inside of you, both of your chests heaving, bodies spent and exhausted from fucking. 

Joel taking his time with you. 

Manhandling your body into different positions—your legs on his shoulders, hands at your hips to lift you off the bed because he knows your legs shake from the spots he hits when your hips are at the right angle. His cock driving deep inside of you, the tip pushing against that sensitive spot against your walls that has his name pulling from your lungs like he’s choking it out of you. 

Your ass in the air for him, his palm on your back to push you further into the mattress because he loves watching you grip the pillow, loves the incoherent noises and drool that’s muffled into the plush cotton as he thrusts his cock into you at a relentless pace. Leaving bite marks on your shoulder, teeth imprints, he runs his tongue along later. 

Your tits in his hand as you ride him. a hand around your throat as he feels the tremble of your legs the closer you get to coming. The exasperation in your breaths and moans as you pump yourself down on his cock. 

“That’s it, that’s it. Take from me, baby, take all of it.” He grunts as you come on his cock, squeezing and clenching around him enough to make his release hit head on with yours, a deep grunt tensing him forward as he comes inside of you. 

And after all is said and done, he just wants you pressed against his chest. 

The fingers at your hip refusing to let you move from him, the palm at the back of your neck pulling you down so your mouths meet in a passionate kiss that leaves you even more breathless, and yearning for the intimacy that always follows fucking. 

The gentle loll of the afterglow that Joel fucking loves. 

Your head on his chest, his face pressed against your head. Fingers rubbing against your back. “Just stay right here,” he whispers. Soothes. Pleads. 

[wielderofmysteries]

A Vorthos Defense of Lukka

Sorry this response turned into a small essay (~1400 words) that doesn't really answer your question, but my Hot Take™ is that I don't think Lukka needs to be fixed.

I believe the problem doesn't lie in Lukka himself, but in the way both the narrative and the fandom treated him extremely unfairly. I'm not asking anyone to like Lukka. Personally, I don't even think anything about him is particularly likable. But I think as a character he deserves a lot more respect than he gets, and I'm tired of seeing other people hate on him without actually engaging with his story or understanding what his character is about.

Here's the thing: Lukka is basically the homeless veteran of planeswalkers.

He started his story in Sundered Bond (Ikoria ebook by Django Wexler) already successful in his military career, engaged to be married to Jirina, and having General Kudro's favor. He was a model citizen and his life was great. One day, a flying-hyper-murder-tiger killed Lukka's entire squad and people discovered Lukka was a monster Bonder because the tiger spared him. The rumors got to General Kudro, whose decision upon hearing Lukka might be a bonder was to have Lukka immediately executed.

Lukka didn't betray Drannith. Drannith betrayed Lukka.

Lukka escaped his execution and was rescued in the wilderness by Vivien, who traveled with him to the Ozolith, where a mysterious evil voice caused Lukka to unlock the full power of his monster bonding abilities. Through it all, Lukka still tried to hang onto his old life. His allegiance hadn't changed. At first, Lukka wanted to use the monsters he controlled to fight for Drannith, not against it. Lukka was convinced that the offer of a loyal monster army would be enough for the city to take him back, but he was no longer welcome in Drannith.

Lukka became increasingly unstable and spiraled into insanity because he had his life unexpectedly, completely ruined and wanted nothing more than to return home to his old life, but that wasn't possible because he now belonged to a class of people who were extremely stigmatized in Drannith's society. He had become an undesirable. Once the city's shining star, he was now the lowest of the low. He lost his loyalty and turned against the city when he realized Drannith didn't care about people, Drannith cared about keeping people in their places.

In Sundered Bond, Lukka loses literally everything. He loses his job. He loses all his friends. He loses his fiance. He loses his home. Everything. He even loses the cat. This all happens to him within like, a week.

Lukka experiences the same hostility in his second appearance, Strixhaven. At this point, he's still a new planeswalker, and he's been planeswalking blindly trying to find civilization again. He arrives on Arcavios thirsty and starving and tired and injured. When he finally finds a town, he visits an inn and asks only for food. But they don't give him any food! They won't allow him to wash up or to rest! This is a man who has nothing and has done nothing, and the townspeople are suspicious of Lukka and want to call the Dragonsguard –Strixhaven's magical cops– on him because he committed the crime of... existing near them while visibly having basic needs that are unmet.

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"Looking for something, stranger?" said the innkeeper, a round man with a head of robust curls.

"A hot meal," said Lukka. The innkeeper hesitated as though about to say something, then nodded and moved toward the kitchen.

"Haven't seen clothes like that before," came a voice behind Lukka. "You're not from around here, I imagine."

He turned. A tall man in the same rough clothing as the rest of the townsfolk had stood up from his table and was walking over.

[…]

He heard the man suck his teeth. The innkeeper still hadn't returned from the kitchen. Lukka was starting to doubt he ever would.

"Okay, Oriq, I think I've heard enough. We don't take kindly to meddlers in this town, or those who seek to disturb the peace. If we were a proper city, we'd get the closest, least busy Dragonsguard to sort you out. But we're just a small farming village—so we've learned to deal with strangers ourselves."

[Episode 2: Lessons - Adana Washington]

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Fans like to point at Lukka and make "ACAB" ("All Cops Are Bastards") jokes about him, but they don't understand that he's explicitly an anti-cop character. Lukka was formerly a cop, but he quit and fully turned his back on the entire concept of policing when he realized that the reason cops exist is not to protect people, but to rid society of undesirables like him.

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"These dragons," Lukka said, his voice a growl. "Those Dragonsguard. They've held power over these people for too long. They've made them fearful of every shadow, every unfamiliar face. What happens when it's not just the Oriq they're hunting down—when it's anyone who practices magic in a way they don't like?"

[Episode 3: Extracurriculars - Adana Washington]

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I know what many of you will say: "How can Lukka have such a based take when he's such a terrible person?" It's true– he is not a good person. He's an asshole and he's harmed / killed innocent people and animals. But he's been both a cop and a homeless man, and he knows that cops are far more dangerous. You don't need to be a "good" person to deserve food and shelter. It's cops who promote the idea that you can deny the basic rights of the people you think are "bad".

So on Arcavios, he's again forced out of civilization and back into the wilderness. His suffering seriously never ends. The way he was treated, it's no wonder he accepted when the Oriq kidnapped him and asked him to help attack Strixhaven. Why should he give a damn about society if they don't care about him? If their society is so fearful of others that they are unwilling to practice compassion, unwilling to provide for people's most basic needs even when they haven't done anything wrong, then doing wrong doesn't matter. They will share his pain. He will watch it all burn to the ground.

Lukka is an example of what happens when someone's basic humanity is repeatedly denied to the point that they can no longer feel anything but anger.

This line from the story Survival of the Fittest, by Roy Graham, expresses it perfectly:

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He had been a cruel man by the end, a villain in so many ways. But perhaps in his position, there was no way to become anything else."

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Lukka reaches out for stability and support and never truly finds it. He's a character who keeps getting punished over and over for having bad things happen *to* him, not because he *does* bad things. Most of the bad stuff he actually does is in response to others treating him like shit for no reason.

Despite everything, Vivien still cared for Lukka and wanted to help him get back on his feet. She thought Lukka's military expertise would be useful to the strike team against New Phyrexia, and she encouraged him to join. They both saw it as an opportunity for Lukka to regain some of his dignity and protect his home once more. How does the narrative reward him for his effort? By corrupting him, humiliating him, and having him be put down like an animal by the only person who showed him any compassion through all this.

What could Lukka have become if he survived to be rehabilitated? I guess we'll never know.

Unfortunately, there is absolutely no hope for a character who mistreats animals. Most fans will never ever get past that, and there's a part of me that honestly believes Lukka just got phyrexianized and killed off because the Magic narrative team realized they couldn't salvage his reputation and didn't know what to do with him. The fandom's overwhelming negative response to Lukka had irreparably damaged him as a character.

As my bespoke friend @xantchaslegacy said, "The only meaningful difference about Lukka and Gideon's cop-to-planeswalker journey is that the narrative let Gideon live long enough for other people to make him a better person. And Lukka got shanked before it could happen."

Again, I don't need people to like Lukka. I just want people to understand. I wish people were more willing to actually engage with the story and see the value in characters they dislike. There's no reason Lukka should've been treated like a punching bag the way he was. He was trapped in a cycle of being dunked on by the story and then dunked on by the fans, again and again. And people continue to push an understanding of Lukka that is just false.

The fandom reacted to Lukka the same way the strangers on Arcavios did: He'll never get a second chance because they wouldn't even give him a first chance.

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou doesn’t understand your infatuation with sensory deprivation. To him, it sounds like torture, like he’s letting down too big of a guard, sounds like vulnerability he’s not too sure he wants to give up yet. And you don’t pressure him, don’t bring it up whenever you can, simply let him mull it over until he’s ready.

The night he tells you that he is, he doesn’t expect to be taken on such a boring ride. Sit up against the pillows, you tell him, straddling his naked thigh as he crosses his arms and pouts at you. Relax your body, you whisper as the blindfold goes over his eyes, his sight suddenly blackened, only the tiniest bit of color seeping in at the edges from the low lit lamp you’ve turned on. Listen to your senses, you mutter against his ear, chuckling when the feeling of your soft lips against his skin makes him jump.

It’s boring at first, until you give him the go to—touch yourself. He’s hesitant at first; he can’t see you, he can’t see himself, what if he misses his own dick when he goes to grab for it somehow? But as he settles, really settles, into the sheets beneath him—it all clicks.

The only sound in the room is your breathing and the soft thump of music you’ve been playing in the corner, a playlist you’ve both contributed to with sensual songs. He feels the silk pillows caressing the rippling muscles of his back, feel the soft and cool sheets heating beneath his calves. He smells the candle you’ve lit, something sweet with a hint of mint to it, wafting throughout the room, making his head fuzzy. He smacks his lips against each other, tastes your lip balm from half an hour earlier, wonders if he’s always been addicted to cherry.

And then—he gets it. He understands it all, and it’s both over and underwhelming. One hand fondles the weight of his balls, the other slowly stroking at his shaft all the while. He sucks in a heady breath when his cock is suddenly doused in cool lube, the slide smooth and wet as he groans at the instant gratification. His ears perk up when he hears your breathy chuckle before breaking off into a sultry little moan at the sight in front of you.

“Explore your whole body, baby.” You guide him, a voice, distant, but he follows the sound of you like a dog with a bone. Bakugou turns his head in your direction, mouth parting in a groan when he releases his balls to instead rub his hands over his chest. He plucks and pulls one of his nipples, back arching off the bed at the sensation, at the sound of you. He inches his hand up, tracing the veins in his neck before he reaches his mouth.

He sucks two fingers into his pouty mouth, doesn’t hesitate to slide his hand down until the spit from his digits leaves a cool track against his skin. He goes and goes until his fingers have reached just below his balls, massaging at his taint and released a groan so sinful, you think it’s a crime to have never have heard it before.

He’s a sight to see—all broad and strong and delicate and pretty. His cock and inner thighs glossy and wet, his chest reddened and his nipples perky, his face half covered while the lower half pants with every shaky breath, his legs and feet twitching with every twist of his hand around his tip.

“I’m, shit, I’m—holy fuckin’—“ Bakugou can’t even gather the words correctly when he cums. It’s an explosion of everything all at once, heightened, vulnerable and safe. It’s the most intense orgasm he thinks he’s ever experienced, and when he comes to, with the blindfold off and your pretty smiling face in view, he wonders why he ever took this long to try it.

[altairpyxis]

Kallus and Shin's first meeting (Vent)

Kallus: A reunion, how nice. It's been so long since I've seen everyone back in one place again since the Battle of Lothal. Shin, was it?

Shin: I guess... how did you end up tagging along with them?

Kallus: ...Let's just say, they helped me open my eyes to the bigger picture. They took me in, but I still feel unwelcome to others sometimes.

Kallus: You had something on with Sabine, don't you?

Shin: *blushes* no what are you talking about we only just talked shit about our masters leaving us at one point, all during the time we were stuck together. Although her master just accepted me, I don't know, it still doesn't feel right.

Kallus: I get that. The healing takes a while, but we'll get there eventually. On another note, you had a change of heart after getting stuck with Sabine, yes?

Shin: ...how did you know it happened during that time for us?

Kallus: How do you think I ended up with Garazeb?

*The ghost crew approaches Kallus and Shin, totally not to butt in.*

Zeb: So you and Shin started dating after getting stuck together huh? Where have I heard that before?

Sabine: Please shut up.

Ezra: You four need to get separate rooms I feel like a fifth wheel wtf

[elderwisp]

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Typical Wednesday's at Britechester

Dan: Good morning Dr. Kapoor and Dr. Miller. 

Dr. Kapoor: It is a lovely day, isn’t it? That makes today’s topic much more difficult to discuss. You may sit, Daniela. Dr. Miller and I were reviewing your grades. You see, you’re a tough lady to get a hold of. We were hoping a phone call to your parents would have been sufficient but we’ve seen little progress. 

Dan: I apologize. 

Dr. Kapoor: Daniela, you’re about to be on academic probation if nothing changes. You won’t get to walk. 

Dr. Miller: You’re a brilliant student. I’ve seen it in the essays you have sent. I’m curious as to why you seem so eager to hold back. 

Dan: It’s… [ pauses ] My poor time management. 

Dr. Miller: Or a lack of effort. 

Dr. Kapoor: Dr. Miller and I would like to give you an opportunity. We will give you a week to write a seven hundred word essay about your definition of gratitude and the importance of it. I expect to see it sent to us by no later than Monday morning.

[the-game-spirit]

I have been going so insane over the zelda timeline regarding totk like I am LOSING my mind

like. either 1. botw/totk is a completely new continuity. worst option. boring.

2. it is SO FAR in the future of the (probably downfall) timeline and there has been SO MUCH canon-typical time bullshit in between that the other two either bleed over OR the ever-funny hyrule warrior's convergence theory happens that it may as well be just a soft reboot and history is just. repeating endlessly. also kind of boring imho

OR 3. totk memories happen sometime after skyward sword. interesting. also a completely fucking insane idea.

it's a misconception that SS zelda and link founded hyrule! they almost certainly didn't!

did the zonai make the timeshift stuff in SS? the tower of the gods in WW? the ooccoo? a fascinating concept!

what about the triforce? who knows! i don't think minish cap has anything to do with it either and it does get sealed away at some point sooooo

but more importantly

is there a fucking dehydrated ganondorf sealed away underground for every single zelda game

most people would be like, 'no, of course not, thats so stupid how does oot ganondorf exist if totk ganondorf is in hand jail already' and 'ganondorf has a history of reincarnation/revival but that can't happen if he's still alive ya dingus' and normally I would agree! I did agree! I've been scratching my head trying to make this work since I started playing totk

except!!! except!!!!!! we have literally already seen this happen before!!!!

so. skyward sword.

skyward sword is a closed loop time travel story. I cannot stand when people try to shoehorn another timeline split in SS because no split happens. that's the point. that was hylia's plan. the first hero? before skyward sword link? hylia's chosen knight that defeated demise? that was always skyward sword link in the past. demise even confirms this in dialog. something something he's 'never seen a hylian stand up to him before.' idk the exact quote but it Very Much Implies demise has never encountered any incarnation of link before.

so. how do we kill the imprisoned (demise) in the future and then go back and kill demise again in the past in a closed loop?

because we seal demise's consciousness in the sword, and his body in the ground

the imprisoned is clearly mindless. even more mindless than downfall timeline ganon post-resurrection. it has one single goal, which is to reach the temple and.... the master sword. with the consciousness of demise sealed within.

we have confirmation that two versions of the demon king can, technically, exist entirely separate from eachother.

it isn't a stretch to think that if his body is sealed away, effectively dead and unable to spread his malice, that the spirit of demise's hatred (if its not sealed with the sword, like in totk) would reincarnate until the time comes that the seal weakens enough (the first calamity) that it doesn't need to.

obviously there are still problems here like. where are the rito? (personally I think they just fuck off to hebra, which only barely exists in any other game, and I wholeheartedly believe the WW rito are a completely different species)

if totk ganondorf is sealed under the castle before oot, but the great plateau is implied oot castle town, why didn't we find dehydrated dorf there? uuuuuuuhhhhhhh next question

(listen the great plateau doesn't really match up with oot castle town anyway, no other details really match, definitely not the typical 'death mountain to the north(east), lake hylia down south' geography we usually see)

is rauru totk and rauru oot the same or different? zelda actually calls the sages 'ancient creators of hyrule' in oot, and since rauru is the only actually ancient one there.... uh. its entirely possible! why does he look hylian in oot? uhhhhhh? magic? because seeing some giant talking goat person that has never been seen before might not inspire trust in the traumatized monster-fighting 9 year-old-turned-16-year-old. also isnt oot rauru ALSO the owl? its been a LONG time since I played oot so I genuinely don't know if I just made that up but if so the guy has a history of changing form I guess

honestly I think we do have to allow for a certain level of handwavy 'new game' leeway, just like we do with EVERY game, in order to make this work. the map is always different. some things are introduced that have never once been heard of before in any other game. some things DONT exist that have in other games. some things are so different they're nearly unrecognizable. there are little easter eggs and no, they don't always have to mean something.

[king-of-the-mouseboys]

damn my dick would relal wait no I fucked it up hang on damn my mouth wuld really be the oerfect placr for a cock

[chevelleneech]

Flirtatiously telling your best friend you could “take” him, in a soft spoken voice as you saunter forward cock first, only to still consider yourself straight until another man kisses you, to which you then say, “I’ve always been an ally!” is simply unbelievable.

Evan Buckley is bisexual as shit, and him not realizing he wanted to be twisted up like an Auntie Anne pretzel by another man, is hilarious.

[ofmd-alsaurus]

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[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

The Creature

TW( just in case): Blood mention, knives

“Alright. Penny, I need you to do something for me, okay? I need you to run outside, and call for help. Don’t look back, and run as fast as you can, okay?” He whispered urgently. The little girl nodded, close to tears. 

He opened the door and pushed her out, watching as she booked it from the basement door. He closed it, before turning around towards the growling coming from the darkness. The growling got louder, and he pulled out his knives before lunging down into the basement. 

    He fought the creature, pushing it back down into the void that was the basement. As soon as he had the creature on the old, cracked floor he bolted back up the stairs. Slamming the door behind him, he used his blood to write an old rune, before hitting the door with the palm of his hand. The rune started to glow a bright, venomous green, and the creature yowled and screeched. 

“By the gods, you guys are persistent.” He muttered, as the creature thrashed and slammed against the basement door. After a couple of incredibly tense seconds holding the door closed, the rune stopped glowing and the creature quieted. Cautiously, he opened the door and glanced into the basement. Other than the gashes in the walls, floor, and stairs, nothing could be seen. His blood was gone, along with the rune he drew. He was immensely thankful for that part of his abilities, as he did not want the police to get their hands on his blood. Or know that he exists. 

Closing the door once more, he left a note on the counter nearby for whoever went into the basement next. He walked around the marble counter, snatching a banana on the way. He was willing to help, but honestly, fighting creatures was hard. Especially ones that big. As he peeled the banana, he heard people yelling outside, and saw the red and blue of police lights through the front window. He shoved the rest of the banana into his mouth and sprinted to the back door, passing by several photos of Penny and her family hanging on the pale white walls. 

He slammed it close just as the police burst through the front door. He ran into the forest, disappearing before anyone could see him. All that was left behind was a pendant, with a tiny, polished emerald hanging from it on the ground outside the back door. Only Penny noticed it, days later while playing with their new German Shepard they had picked up from the shelter. 

[ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty]

Scrolling through my old supernatural posts...i miss it :(

[scaredofmyocs]

If I made an OC who was sad all the time bc he kept having things that were specifically horrible for them happen to them (and also me because they would be facing my issues bc) and they are somewhat me but they're aware something greater than their comprehension is putting them in situations that are horrible for them and want to be freed desperately bc I feel that do you think that would be too meta and also possibly cause a paradox and that by thinking about it I have already perpetuated the cycle. Or am I fucking deranged I think it's that second part I think I need therapy 4 years ago

[doomboogie]

Not lying i felt neutral-to-disinterested abt the v/a/sh show until the fandom was really vocally annoying about their big titty man and now i feel fatigue and dislike

[palajae]

bfb. (my best friend’s brother is the one for me!)

PAIRING... best friend’s brother!riki x reader | GENRE... dancer! au, romance, humor, fluff, a flirty riki and down bad reader | WC... 2.1k | inspired by best friend’s brother by victorious (if you couldn’t tell already lmao)

wrote this at 2am in celebration of 1000 posts wtf 

the first nishimura you met and befriended was actually sola. the first day you joined lead entertainment all those years ago, the bright and bubbly girl was the one who greeted you and showed you around. 

“oh, and this is my sister konon!” 

your eyes widen at the sight of the sweaty, yet still gorgeous girl coming out of the practice room. by the looks of it, you assumed she had just finished leading a class. 

immediately, the resemblance hit you. the nishimura girls were both beautiful and talented. 

konon tilts her head at you, guzzling down water. 

“so you’re the newbie.” 

you nod, “nice to meet you. i watched a bit of your class and you were incredible.”

“could say the same here.” when your eyes widen, a bit taken aback, she explains herself. 

“saw your first class earlier today. not bad, for a beginner. you could work on your facials, though.”

you raise an eyebrow, “is that just constructive criticism or an offer to teach me?” 

konon shrugs as sola giggles, “whatever you want it to be.” you both then share a smile. you instantly knew you two were going to get along well. 

for the next couple of weeks, you spent a lot of time with konon. not just dancing, but also bonding to the point you considered her your best friend. she taught you a lot more about the performance aspect of dancing, which you greatly appreciated. honestly, konon was mesmerizing both on and off the stage. 

“wanna sleepover?” konon asks after a particularly long session. “my parents probably won’t be back since they have to close up the studio, so you can come over to my place.” 

“wait a second, your parents own the company?!”

“oh y/n,” konon shakes her head sympathetically, “there’s a lot you don’t know.” 

and right she was. you had absolutely no idea that the nishimura girls had, in fact, another sibling. 

a brother. 

freshly showered, you gasp in awe while admiring the nishimura residence. it was clean with those sleek modern vibes, and not to mention filled with countless dancing awards that you assumed came from the girls. 

as konon leads you up the stairs, she tells you to wait outside her door. “it’s a bit messy…” 

you roll your eyes, telling her that you don’t mind, but she protests nonetheless. while waiting, you explore the hall. most of the room doors were closed, but a faint sound coming from one of the rooms catches your attention. 

it sounded like, someone yelling? they had a remarkably deep voice, like they were a guy-

“y/n!” konon hisses and you jump, turning around. “what are you doing? get in here!”

finally seeing her room distracts you, as you momentarily forget about the noise coming from down the hall. 

you had stayed up rather (very) late with konon, yapping the night away. not expecting to stay over, you didn’t bring anything. at some point, you begin to shiver. “it’s kinda cold,” you whine. 

in a sleepy daze, konon goes out of the room and retunes with a random hoodie.  

she throws it at your face, in which you grunt a thanks. 

“why is it so freaking huge,” you yawn while shoving it over your head. she mutters something random while plopping onto the bed, leaving the both of you to pass out contentedly. 

the next morning, you groan as you wake up. konon was still snoring away, so you decided to quietly go downstairs and grab a glass of water. 

the whole house still seemed quiet, so you assumed her parents and sister were still sleeping as well. they knew you stayed the night, right? 

carefully grabbing a glass, you pour yourself some water and gulp it down with a satisfied sigh. turning around, you’re about to head back up when you almost bump into a body. 

your eyes fly open in surprise as your water slightly spills over you and… him?

the first thought in your head is that—

crap, this guy is ridiculously handsome. and tall. 

you gape, pointing a finger at the stranger although you know it’s rude. 

“who are you?”

he squints back, “what are you doing in my house?” 

the situation you were currently in was so unexpected that you remain speechless for a moment. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking about,“ you splutter. 

he crosses his arms, studying you from head to toe before he smirks. you swallow uncomfortably, feeling a little too warm. 

“konon invited me over!” you manage to spit out, mirroring his actions by crossing your arms too. 

“sure. i guess that means you’re allowed to steal other people’s clothes as well?” 

you tilt your head in confusion. “what do you mean?”

he only chuckles, making you feel even more flustered. “answer my question!”

he takes a step closer and you force yourself to stand your ground and not take one back. “which one?” 

his voice is so deep that you shiver. then it hits you—he must’ve been the one you heard yesterday night down the hall! 

“b-both,” you mumble while looking away. just as he opens his mouth, about to answer, you hear konon’s voice sleepily calling out your name. 

“you’re up already?” she yawns as she pads down the stairs. you furrow your eyebrows, glancing from the strangely familiar tall stranger to konon, then back to him, and finally back to her. 

your mouth drops agape. 

“don’t tell me-!” 

“oh, you didn’t know riki was my brother?”

you want to die of embarrassment. not only were you clueless about the fact that a nishimura riki did indeed exist, you were really done dirty by konon. 

how were you supposed to know that the hoodie you ‘borrowed’ actually belonged to aforementioned person? 

how did you not even know konon and sola had a brother? neither sister had ever brought him up before and you had never seen him around the company because oh, you would have remembered a face like that. 

your face burned, mortified, as you brought the washed hoodie back to konon. 

“could you return this to your…brother?”

“shouldn’t you do it yourself, considering you were the one who wore it?” she snickers as you complain endlessly.

“you gave it to me, so i thought it was yours!” you groan while rubbing a hand over your face in frustration. 

“don’t worry about it. riki is chill, especially since you guys are around the same age.” 

great. how were you going to face her unfortunately, really stupidly super cute brother?  

she tells you what room he’s practicing in, and you despise how your heart is pounding as you make your way over. 

since you hear music still playing, you decide to wait patiently outside for him to finish. you figure there was probably no harm in peeking through the windows while you waited. 

you were wrong. your mouth literally dries up at the sight in front of your eyes. 

life was unfair. not only was riki blessed with good looks, he was also an incredible dancer? obviously, you should’ve expected no less from the nishimuras. 

when the music stops, you take a deep breath and knock. to your surprise, the door almost immediately opens. 

the sight of a sweaty and breathless riki is almost too much for you to handle. 

“hi,” you say meekly. internally, you face palm. just being around him caused your brain to shut down.

“hey. enjoy the show?”

“what?” your head snaps up, flustered. 

riki laughs before opening the door and letting you in. “i was just joking.”

“oh… well, i wanted to give this back to you.”

he looks down at the bag held out to him. 

“it’s washed,” you add hastily, “thanks for letting me wear your hoodie without permission, i guess.”

“no problem. it looked better on you than me, anyway.”

oh no. your heart definitely skipped a beat. 

seeing your reaction, riki reaches over to ruffle your hair. 

“you’re cute.”

you? cute? riki? his smile? adorable? 

“y/n? are you alright? why did you come here?”

“huh? what?” you finally snap to your senses. 

you don’t even realize where you are until sola is waving a hand in front of your face. after riki’s words, you definitely spaced out. how did you even get here, about to enter the youth group’s class?

she watches you worriedly. “you were walking down the hall like a zombie. did something happen?”

your mouth opens, but you aren’t able to formulate a response. yes-but no, not really - you don’t even know yourself. 

instead, you choose to place your hands on her shoulders and sigh pitifully. “you nishimuras are going to be the death of me…”

after that day, every encounter with the menace that is nishimura riki only makes your life harder. 

much harder in the sense that you just want to shut him up with a kiss. his nonstop flirting made you wonder if he was born like this. i mean, everyone at the studio knew he was handsome. 

girls would whisper and flirt with him whenever he stepped into the studio. and yet, he rejected their advances and seemed disinterested. riki only acted crazy, well, in front of you. 

when you tried to bring it up discreetly to konon, she simply snorted. 

“riki’s used to the attention. it doesn’t phase him anymore. he’s like a little kid. he doesn’t care—i think he’s just not interested in anyone.” 

except, riki wasn’t like that around you. he was sweet, offering you water when no one else was around. he left snacks and silly notes in your dance locker. he would make funny faces and wink at you when his sisters weren’t looking.

it almost made you delusional. like maybe he… reciprocated your feelings? 

you hated keeping all your feelings suppressed, all behind konon’s back. still, you always asked to come over to her house when you knew riki was there. 

you couldn’t get him out of your mind. your best friend, konon’s, brother. if only they weren’t related. then nishimura riki would be the one for you. 

“i’m gonna go use the restroom.”

konon hums as you leave to go out into the hall with purposefully loud steps. you hold your breath, praying that you’ll ‘run into’ riki somehow. you knew exactly which room was his, so you could only hope he came out at the exact moment you did. 

he doesn’t. deflated, you quietly tip toe over to his room, placing an ear to the door. 

you listen, hoping to hear some noise. it’s awfully quiet, maybe he’s not in his room-

whoosh! 

the door swings open and suddenly, you gasp as you’re dragged in. riki sneakily closes the door as you’re stunned by the latest sequence of events, almost jumping out of your skin.  

how in the world did you end up in riki’s room, with him, 

alone?

“riki-“

he shushes you by pushing his finger to your lips. goosebumps appear on your arm, simply by his touch. you didn’t even realize that his other hand was still holding onto yours. 

“eavesdropping, were you?” 

he renders you speechless. you really didn’t have an excuse… 

he grins, “or were you just hoping to bump into me?”

you mumble something random, embarrassed. 

“don’t worry, i was hoping to get you alone too.” 

your eyes flick up to him, before you sigh and pull your arm out of his warm grasp. “do you really wanna know why? it’s because i can’t keep wondering.”

“what do you mean?”

“i mean this,” you gesture outwards, “i can’t keep wondering about this-us- because…”

“because?” he gazes at you with adoration evident. you squint. 

oh, he knows. at that point, you realize he‘s known. riki has known for a long time, maybe even since the beginning. 

at this point, it’s too late. nothing else to do but swallow your pride. you stand up straight, biting your lips.  

“is it wrong for me to say that, i like you? like, a lot?” 

riki says nothing for a moment, which only serves to makes you panic. if you just made a huge mistake and misread all of his signals-

“honestly, i always liked you.”

your breath hitches. he shrugs, looking almost shy himself for the first time in front of you. 

“i noticed you on your first day. i just didn’t know you grew that close to my sister.” 

suddenly, riki leans in as if he’s about to kiss you. you quickly stop him by holding onto his broad shoulders. 

you swallow, searching his eyes. 

“but what about konon?”

he seems annoyed at the mention of his sister. “what about her?”

“you’re my best friend’s brother!”

riki simply smiles cheekily while leaning in, “she doesn’t have to know.” 

when your lips meet, you can’t help but smile. it felt so right, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up by your waist. 

it seems like your best friend’s brother really was the one for you. 

a/n ▸ you know i had to for my 1000th post since riki is so bfb coded <333  

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no no you're valid and you're def not the only one!!

but in mizu and taigen's case they're arguably not merely turned on my harmless friendly sparring but also by violence and fighting with intent to harm.

i say this because taigen literally had sex with akemi while keeping his eyes closed the whole time, barely touching her, as he listened to her narrate a scenario of him stabbing and killing mizu.

meanwhile mizu's spark of desire towards taigen ignites while they are both tussling in the snow with the chopsticks, and throughout this fight, taigen is actively aiming for her still-recovering wounds and is repeatedly insulting her to her face. though he has no intent to kill her here, he is being outright aggressive, and fighting a little dirty. yet, when she thinks back to this fight in the next episode at madame kaji's, rather than feeling rage or hatred towards taigen, she is reminded of her own (sexual) desires.

so idk. getting turned on by sparring? not deranged! getting turned on by genuine aggression and violence? kind of veering into not-normal territory, but yeah, still not necessarily deranged. that was an exaggeration on my part. definitely kinky though. lmao.

"why would you ship mizu and taigen together they're sooooo toxic ugh taigen is AWFUL and mizu should be with ME instead!!!"

of course they're toxic they're both deranged and terrible and that's why they're perfect for each other.

cuz like omg you think mizu would treat you well? mizu would abandon you. look at how she left ringo multiple times. ringo who treats her so well and is nothing but patient and caring and loyal. if you are insecure she will laugh at you because she has no social tact. look at how mikio said "it's a stupid dream" talking about his ambitions of regaining his honour and mizu straight up chuckles and tells him he's right because it IS a stupid dream. and at this point their relationship was cordial and she was even warming up to him!

like. arguably, taigen would be a better romantic partner (per the ideals of his time and culture of course), or at least he would be on paper. cuz i mean as a husband, as he is now, i think he'd be awful. but i'm talking about if you and him were dating or courting or just seeing each other romantically, he would be good to you. like we saw how he behaved with akemi and he was nothing but sweet and gentle. the very reason akemi wanted to marry him so bad was because she KNOWS without a doubt that he respects women and would treat her well. "oh but he cheated on her with the prostitutes while celebrating his engagement!" yeah but per the norms of the time and place, it was not considered cheating and akemi (as well as any wife or romantic partner of that period) would not have minded or even cared.

and yes taigen IS an asshole and he IS obnoxious but come on. so is mizu, if she is allowed to act like herself around you. mizu will tease you and mock you and challenge you and even poke at your insecurities (see:her goading mikio on even though he clearly did not view her teasing as light-hearted banter and took it all very personally). she would tell you to your face if she thinks you're being annoying (see:mizu rolling her eyes and telling akemi to straight up just "shut up" when she'd believed mizu had killed taigen).

mizu is not merely a hot and talented badass with a sword and the insane hyperfocus on her desire for revenge which literally drives her to withstand like, extreme amounts of damage and survive it. mizu is also flawed and the show does a good job at showcasing this, and showing us that she's not merely a victim but also a multilayered person. we see throughout that mizu is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

oh what's that? oh right, very similar to taigen, who is also hot and talented with a sword and with insane hyperfocus on his desire to duel mizu and regain his honour. taigen who is also flawed (though, arguably, more so) as he is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

the only thing that sets mizu and taigen apart is the fact that taigen is a man and is not mixed race, which thus affects their positions in society and how people perceive them. these are external factors. taigen being a boy who is not blue-eyed allowed him to easily mingle with the other kids in the village, all of whom were similarly fed the same prejudiced values which led them to gang up against mizu and bully her.

but take all that away. strip them down to the bare essentials. suddenly it's like they are the same person copy and pasted.

and that's what makes them even more interesting. yes absolutely they would be toxic. whatever souls are made of, mizu's and taigen's are the same (derogatory). and we literally see them fight all the time!!!! but the thing is they are both deranged when it comes to this.

do you get me. they both literally get turned on by sparring. mizu's whole spar with mikio was her way of flirting. just look at how she smirked at him and said "unsheathe it" like it's clear that this is an innuendo of not just unsheathing his weapon but also what's in his pants. then during the chopsticks fight with taigen in the snow, despite mizu literally being injured and taigen trying to attack her, mizu gets attracted to him. meanwhile taigen got a boner after wrestling with her in the forge.

taigen goes around saying he wants to kill mizu to regain his honour but he still literally risks life and limb for her constantly. mizu gives ringo stomach ulcers by going around flinging herself into near-death situations 24/7. she ups and leaves her beloved swordfather with barely a goodbye twice to pursue her batshit far-fetched quest for revenge (against people she doesn't even KNOW btw because she literally starts off with practically No Leads and not even knowing the NAMES of the white men who are her maybe-fathers).

these bitches are crazy and you know what good for them. that shit needs to be contained and quarantined though and that's why in that sense they would be good together.

i want to put them both in a jar and shake it very hard and see what happens. personally i think they will argue and insult each other while working perfectly in sync with each other to break out of the jar and then proceed to kill me and make out sloppy style over my dead body while they're both covered in blood.

like that's it that's the dynamic. send post.