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Siren's Port
Ridea, aka The Captain Siren & the Totem of Obscenity. 30s. I've been described as a "main character trying desperately not to be a main character". Take that as you will. Some of my stuff is PG, some is explicit therefore minors DNI. I block blank blogs.
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horrible news: in order for you to finish a wip, you have to work on that wip and not the 2543524 other wips you were brainrotting over instead of that one. more investigations at 7.
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hey
hey friend
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
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-> “i’m right in front of you.” (x) — 1,842 words. gn!reader, smoking (w33d),
reader wears cherry lip gloss, jewelry, has slight cleavage and tattoos.
Kakucho's jaw aches.
He's been staring at your cherry gloss lips for almost this entire lunch. You'd been yammering on about your recent breakup, talking about how they never put the dishes in the dishwasher and instead chose to place them in the sink, their consistent refusal to cook dinner, their lack of empathy and willingness to do absolutely anything that didn't directly benefit them...honestly, it was a surprise you had lasted this long with them.
The worst part is that, even with all of those things that bothered you, you were still terribly upset about it. Kakucho doesn't miss those nights of you crying into his shirt, wailing about how they didn't care for you at all, about how you knew you were better off without them but why did it have to hurt so much. He almost went through your phone to find the fucker's address and give them a piece of his mind; seeing you so hurt enraged him to the point where he'd see red whenever he left your apartment. It was a fucking miracle he didn't get arrested by doing something stupid to take his mind off of it.
Kakucho didn't answer. He didn't think he had to, and now he has to watch you act completely oblivious to the connection you two clearly had, him being the first person you'd called up after the breakup to take care of you. He'd have done it a hundred times over for you, without ever needing to be asked—
"Kaku."
He jerks up, looking over at you. There's an expression in your eyes that he's never seen before; it's close to worry, or anxiety, but it's mixed with something unidentifiable, before it's gone in a flash. "Huh?" he responds, not knowing what else to say, and you scoff, taking a sip from your matcha latte. "You know," you say to him, a laugh on your lips, "if I'm boring you that much, you can just go back to work. I know I keep going on about it, it's my fault—"
"It wasn't."
"What?"
Kakucho's nails are digging into his palms as he rises, his fists practically shaking as he rests them on the pretty glass table in front of you, looming over you. His shadow engulfs you, and for a moment, his brain goes to a dark, dark place before he wafts the thoughts away as quickly as he possibly can.
"You know it wasn't your fault. Why do you keep saying it is? Why the fuck do you still care so much about this bastard?"
His voice is beginning to rise in volume, but you don't flinch away from him. In fact, you sit there, looking at him with a face of defiance, just like when you were kids and he'd steal your toys to see if he could get a rise out of you. You never gave in to him, digging your heels into the sand of forward progression, taking the toys back when he was finished with them. You never yelled at him, or fought, or got angry at him. You simply took it right on the nose, standing tall and fierce.
It's the one thing he loves the most about you.
You don't respond to him at first, before sighing and looking down at your latte, your fingers tight around the plastic. You give him a nod, before returning to look at him, and you look tired. Your tone is defeated as you respond to him, and it breaks him just a little.
"I know. I know, I know. You're right; you've always been right, Kaku. I know."
He almost loses it right there, hearing you tell him that he's right. Yeah, just not right enough to be with you, I guess, the sinister voice in his head whispers at him. He shudders.
"I'm going back to work," he says shortly, grabbing his phone and his things. "We can smoke later if you want, though. Maybe that'll help."
He's left with your laugh as he walks away, doing his best not to look back. If he looks back, he'll lose it for sure.
The rest of the workday really sucks. He's plagued with thoughts of you, in all aspects; thinking about your childhood together, thinking about how your ex treated you, all of the thoughts are colliding together into a horrible kaleidoscope that only stokes his fire. He's worried for tonight; he always is, as he rolls the joint on his dish after getting the text that you're heading over. You're very pliant when you're high, and he can't lose you tonight in a shitty mistake. He can't.
You show up in comfortable clothes; baggy sweatpants, sweatshirt, and a cute beanie over your hair as you wander in, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. Because, naturally, you'd spend the night; Kakucho has two bedrooms for a reason (unfortunately), and he won't even allow you to consider taking an Uber or driving home under the influence, even if you argue with him that you're fine. He hates thinking that you won't make it home and it'll be his fault.
You make yourself at home on the couch, putting on some gentle lo-fi music, pulling off your sweatshirt and revealing the tank top you have on underneath. Tattoos spiral up your shoulders, dragons and roses and koi fish lineart loud against your skin, and his breath hitches at the necklace you're wearing.
There's a long-standing joke that Kakucho would always get you jewelry; he didn't really know what else to get you for special days or your birthday, but he did know you loved jewelry. This particular necklace was probably the most thought he'd put into a gift; it was a thin silver chain, with your birth flower pressed into an incredibly small circle of glass, rimmed with silver.
That, and it's resting dangerously close to your neckline, your cleavage just enough to be suggestive.
He shakes his head as he watches you reach for the joint, choosing instead to chuckle as he joins you on the couch. "Gettin' ahead of yourself, yeah?" he rumbles, and you look at him with surprise, mischief bright in your eyes. "Sorry," you say, not sorry at all as you hand the joint to him to light, "forgot my place, I guess."
As he lights it, he shakes his head, blowing the smoke into the space between you two, watching it change colors with the LEDs behind his TV screen. Pink, purple, red, yellow...
"Never. Jus' messin' with ya, promise."
You both relax into the couch after a few hits, and eventually, your head lands on his shoulder as you both watch some sci-fi animation that you'd been into for the last few weeks. It's trippy, interesting; it's a bunch of short animated videos, some lasting a few minutes with others going up to ten to fifteen minutes. It's cool, but Kakucho's barely paying attention to what's on his screen in favor of what you're doing next to him.
Your head is resting on his shoulder, yes, but your hand has moved to his thigh. It's dangerous, the movement; your touch alone almost makes him jump as his jaw sets once again. Someday, he's going to grind his teeth into dust from making sure he doesn't overstep his boundaries with you, not wanting to risk what you two have. And besides, it's too soon after your breakup to even consider dating, even Kakucho knows that—
And then you sit up, your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as you look at him. He tightens up, mostly due to the fact that the way you're looking at him is so, so similar to the way you looked at your ex. Similar, but not the same. There's something else there, something that's close to passion, or maybe obsession. "What?" he croaks out, his hand accidentally coming to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing against your exposed skin. There's a shiver from you then, from his calloused hands touching you, so softly and gently, and the threads that are holding Kakucho together feel like they're snapping with every second that passes.
"Can I kiss you?"
The request is innocent, your big doe eyes looking at him so hungrily that he can't help but breathe a gentle yes, and your lips are on his own so quickly that he almost doesn't register the movement at all, only the emotions that flood his body after, the aforementioned strings all snapping apart. The line has been crossed, but...
...he doesn't mind.
Kissing you was like nothing he'd ever felt before; he feels like he's floating on clouds, weightless. All his worries and stress and tightness has smoothened out. It was like he'd been wandering in a desert, hoping and praying for relief and receiving none, and finally he stumbles upon a beautiful oasis. That's you; you are the oasis to him, so beautiful and sweet and tasting like cherries and all the things he loves the most about you. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you moan into his mouth, and he almost forgets how to breathe.
"Fuck, you taste good," he whispers against you as he maneuvers you on the couch deftly, resting your back against the comfortable fabric of the couch as he hovers above you, his lips just centimeters from your own. You hum, a giggle escaping your lips, and it's the sweetest sound he's heard in a long time; longer than he'd like to admit.
Somehow, someone out there has blessed him with an angel in his presence. The one thing he's wanted for so long is stretched out in front of him, but he's hesitant.
"Are you sure you want this?" he says softly, moving a little further back so he can look directly at you. Where he expects rejection, there's something much softer when both of your hands move to hold his face within them, your palms pressing against his cheeks as you nod your head. "Yes," you say simply, and when he raises an eyebrow, you sigh.
"It was always you, Kaku. I should've seen it, I should've noticed. You were always right in front of me. Whenever I needed someone, you always made time for me. You always wanted me to be happy, and I—"
"I can make you happy if you'll have me," he blurts out, before blush flushes his face, his cheeks hot as he attempts to look away, "b-but it's fine if you don't, I'll be fine—"
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Kaku." Your tone is exasperated, but there's a pretty twinkle in your eyes as you smile at him. Like an angel.
He dives down into you again, his heart swelling. For now, it's just you and him. Maybe this will come up tomorrow, maybe this will be a mistake that you'll regret, and if that's the case, Kakucho will live. But if you'll have him, he thinks to himself as he moves down to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your whines filling his ears and only spurring on his movements...he'd be able to die a happy man.
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#kakuchooo#this is so sweet omg#fic rec#kakucho x reader#x reader#jousk4s#it's about the longing and the satisfaction of it returned!!!!#tokyo revengers fic
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It's about devotion and obsession. It's ALWAYS about devotion and obsession. And hunger. It's love with teeth.
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sneak peek! aka Ridea likes to share the angst
He shifts closer to brush his lips against her cheek and one of his braids hits her shoulder. “You should come by again. Or let me take you out this time. Properly.”
“I can’t.”
“Hmm?” He pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes. “Can’t or don’t want to? Because there’s a big difference between them, darling.”
She wishes it was that simple. “...both,” she eventually says. It’s easier if he thinks she doesn’t find solace in his care. If he thinks she doesn’t want him. It wouldn’t be fair to use him the way she could, especially when she knows her end goal doesn’t currently involve him.
His gaze hardens slightly before he pulls back a little more. “Both, huh?” He stares at her for a moment. “Now why don’t I believe you?”
She shifts and looks away, trying to figure out how to respond.
Ran’s fingers touch her chin gently, tilting her head up to look up at him. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing you can help me with.”
“So there is something.”
oc tag: @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @themaradwrites @kingsmakers @far-shores
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#fic: saudade#oc: takara#tokyo revengers oc#this fic is huge rn#poor ran#fic sneak peek#hope no one minds the tags on this but i love it
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Yay! okay!
anyone wanna see a sad mood board I made for one of Takara's pairings?
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anyone wanna see a sad mood board I made for one of Takara's pairings?
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And I wondered what it was like to be chosen.
I was never chosen.
I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one,
never the chosen one.
Unknown
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yes i posted this on my other blog but you know what it goes here too
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FREE ME!!!!!!! Idk from what...I just want to be free from literally everything
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Megumi’s flex on the first date is summoning demon dog so you can be like “Oooooo puppyyyyyyy!!!!!”
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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
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random oc question: what originally inspired you to come up with darcy’s character/story?
Ooooo what a good question!!!
Hmm, a love of The Lost Boys, time travel and the idea of working in a "haunted" thrift shop tbh.
Actually, the first thing I thought of was the idea of time travelling, but without notice or plan. The fact that it could happen randomly and painfully (she slams down on the beach when she first arrives). I think that would be terrifying and fascinating.
Darcy was built from that first scene. The name was chosen because I liked Darcy Lewis from Thor, the idea of her hiding in the thrift shop because I thought it'd be cool, lol and easier to blend in without questions like working in a more popular place.
Also, I wanted to play with the idea of the character not making the villain better, but them making her worst. Which...we see in their interactions and how they encourage her and her violence.
@vixenofcourse helped me come up with her backstory and some of the things that are coming up.
Thanks for asking!
#anon#asks#oc: darcy#fic: there's a heaven above you (don't you cry)#there's a heaven above you asks
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Still the most insanely beautiful set of pictures, Matt Murdock in pain is one of the prettiest a man has ever looked on TV
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Last Line Tag
I was tagged by @chickensarentcheap thank youuu! <3 I'm gonna do more than just one line...
Takara stands up, grabbing her cup and taking a last sip. “Next time you want to bother a girl, maybe you should start by introducing yourself. Might make you seem like less of a creep.”
She’s stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist tightly. She looks down at him. “Let go.”
“You’re right. I’m being rude. I’m Kurokawa Izana.”
“I don’t care. Let go,” she repeats.
tagging: @damn-daemon @comatosebunny09 @rey-of-luke @bobfloydsbabe @mabonetsamhain @jousk4s @bleach-your-panties @starcrossedjedis and anyone else interested
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