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฿ØⱤĐɆⱤⱠ₳₦Đ 🂡 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 12

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Warnings:

weapons

sexual harassment

blood

death

Word count: 2585

Game: Free-fall

Difficulty: 4◆

Rules: You will be asked questions. For every wrong answer you will be dropped as many feet as you answer deviated. You have ten minutes to complete the game.

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If you weren't dangling from a really tall skyscraper on a flimsy harness, it wouldn't sound so horrible. You didn't care about the other three players since your attention was occupied with your friends, who were all playing in a different game that they hoped to win. You agreed that playing as much as possible would be a good idea so that you could earn days for your visa, in case you got really injured and couldn't play anymore. You might also look for those who know anything about the beach and their gaming methods.

The walk up here was so difficult that it could have been a game itself. Getting the bravery to jump from the roof ended up being the top of the iceberg. Especially because the phone had previously declared the game on the display, but there were no rules. The game could also have been: you win if you don't jump… Fortunately, it wasn't. The phone chimed a melody to announce the question. That means complete focus right now. The way up here was so hard it could have been a game himself. Building up the courage to jump of the roof was then to top of the mountain. Especially after the phone already announced the game on the display, but no rules. The game could also have been: if you don't jump, you win... Luckily it wasn't. The phone chimed a tune to announce the question. That means full concentration now. The building was so tall, you probably have to go down somehow. This is a question with a probably low number, if you answer wrong you'll be a few feet closer to the ground. If the harness could support your falling weight.

Questions number one: How many eyes dose a bee have?

The time to answer was running out and trying to test your theory you answered '0'. As long as they don't have over 600 eyes you should be save.

A melody sounded and the answer was shown on the display.

Correct answer: 5

A clicking sound was heard and with a little scream you were five feet further down. You were five feet down when you heard a clicking noise and screamed. Looking up, you noticed that you were the only one who had fallen this far; the others had only plummeted by two feet, and one had not even fallen at all.

Time passed, and no matter how many times you fell in this game, it was still an awful feeling that you never got used to. It almost felt like right now, when Niragi tried to rape Usagi. You felt like you were falling. You felt powerless. Useless.

Nobody cared about the rattling you produced when you tried to free your hands. Niragi even mocked your pathetic attempt to free yourself.

By now you finally realized that you couldn't free yourself in this position, but you at least tried to move around enough, so that you could kick the guy who was holding you in the back of his knees. You were glad he didn't focus entirely on you; he just wanted to keep your head straight so he could watch the little spectacle Niragi had planned.

When you were eventually able to kick him, you weren't able to use the force you intended. I mean, you were still kneeling on the ground,but it was hard enough for him to let you go. You stumbled to your feet and shoved him over as hard as you could with your foot. Then you pushed it against the wall and grabbed the pole with your hand to get that messed-up thing off of the wall.

Of course, Niragi saw, but he was too distracted by you to intervene, at least until you whacked the person holding you with the pole. He jumped of the bed and even if you really tried to hit him, there was no use. You were already injured from his previous attack, and he was stronger than you, so it only took him a few seconds to slam you against the wall with such force that you thought you might black out for a second. Usagi yelled your name, worried, but she was safe for the time being, and that was all you wanted.

"You know, Y/n, you remind me a little of myself. You remind me of the day I understood who I truly am."

Niragi moved up closer, making you the only one who could hear him.

"That's something I admire about you. You'd have been great on my side, murdering those who aren't worth living," He murmured while licking your earlobe.

"I'm nothing like you. You are nasty, and the way you treat others is pathetic. You're a loser."

He drew his head back abruptly. You could sense rage in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. You must have hit a nerve with your words, for you could see that nothing of the carefree Niragi remained. There was nothing except hatred and horror in his eyes. For just a brief minute, you felt sorry for him. He was the way he was for a reason. It certainly did not excuse what he was doing, but it did explain it.

"You should have joined us when you had the chance," he said, still affected by your words, pulling you over to Usagi.

He would have continued. He would have done things to you you didn't dared to imagine, but a suddenly a buzzing interrupted all of you, making everyone stop in their movement.

The TV beside the bed switched on and had a large 'game' scrawled all over it. The focus then shifted to the difficulty. By showing the ten of hearts on the screen, whomever designed the games was doing you a favor.

Seeing the level of difficulty, Niragi let go of you. It was the only card remaining, and as much as he despised you, need to win this game was stronger. Everyone should meet in the lobby to hear the instructions, so Niragi and his guard dogs rushed outside.

You breathed deeply, relieved that Usagi was finally free. This must have alerted her to your presence, as she instantly removed your hands from the pole.

You thanked her while caressing your wrist. Before splitting off, you and Usagi devised a fast plan. She'd walk down and listen to the rules, or maybe she'd meet Chota and Shibuki as you looked for Arisu and Karube.

You practically ran through the floors. Karube was a muscular man, and they wouldn't carry him any longer than necessary. You could go to the royal suite once everyone was in the lobby; they must have a list of who has which room. However, you took a detour to your room before heading there. You weren't sure what game you were playing, but the sensor glasses would always come in handy.

You hurry back to fulfill the actual plan after putting on the glasses and feeling proud about yourself for remembering to charge them.

The ride with elevator was sickening and felt like forever. At least you had an idea where the list must be, since you were there before.

"Bingo!" you exclaimed when you discovered the list. Fortunately, it was up to date and written while Aguni was already the new leader.

You hurried to the first available room on the list, hoping that your guess was right. And you were, because Karube was tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

"Thank Heavens," you said as you removed the tape that had been used to tie him up.

"Y/n?", Karube murmured after his eyes got adjusted to the startling brightness.

When you stroked your hand over his face, he lost himself in your gaze, relieved that you had found him. You were deeply hurt, and it crushed his heart.

"Yeah, it's me. Your save. It's alright," you promptly replied. Karube guessed something must had happened while he was here, but he couldn't put his finger on it. His gaze quickly drifted to your lips, but he stopped himself before doing something stupid. This was not the right time.

"We must find the others. Are you able to walk?" You inquired as to when you felt aware of his attention.

"I'm alright, but why the hurry?"

"Right now, we're playing a game. Come on now, tell me how stupid I am afterwards."

"Oh, I completely forgot about that."

A loud rattling could be heard down the corridor. You've actually heard it before in the tag game. Gunshots.

"We must be careful. Usagi and I decided to meet in room 407. Given the shots… I'm not certain she made it."

"There's just one way to find out," he winced, but stood up nonetheless.

"Right. They're presumably patrolling the corridors. Normally, this would be a bad idea, but we're both injured and couldn't escape them anyhow. So, what are your thoughts on taking the elevator? If we get in there, we'll very surely make it to the fourth floor."

Karube nodded, knowing you were right, and took the lead. He stole your spectacles, since he would need them more than you. Both of your steps were clumsy, and the adrenaline rush from searching for Karube had worn off, so you opted to take off your shoes. It would at the very least make your steps quieter. So you were now holding both of your shoes because Karube had stated that he needs his hands free in case something happened.

You moved carefully along the corridor toward the elevator, when Karube abruptly dragged you around the corner. When a militant approached, Karube swiftly hid you behind one of the random sculptures that were nearby. You were fortunate to be on a higher floor since there would have been no place to hide further down. This statues only seemed to be on the three highest stories and in the lobby. If there is nowhere to hide, it would be a miracle if you could return to room 407.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing Karube holding his side.

He simply nodded and attempted to walk again when the militant had departed, but he began to stumble much more violently than before. So you took his arm and wrapped it over your shoulder to support him.

"We'll support each other. To be honest, I'm a tad shaky as well," You offered, and Karube agreed.

"Don't do anything stupid like that again. I was afraid they'd murder you," he said quietly as you waited for the elevator.

"Oh yeah? I was worried too and I should just sit around? I couldn't let Aguni kick you in the head. Have you seen his abs? He would have killed you. I was sick of giving up and letting things happen to me."

"Whatever, it could have went worse. It just brothers me that Niragi is the reason we are still alive. Did he hurt you in any way after I passed out?" He growled as he stepped into the elevator.

"No, he probably would have, but the start of the game saved us," you shivered at the memory while pressing the fourth floor button. This few minutes would undoubtedly keep you up for several nights.

"Your wrists," he muttered, his gaze drawn to the scarlet red burn wounds.

"They most likely used all of their tape on you and Arisu. So don't worry. I guarantee they will not fall off. By the way, your face appears to be worse," You chuckled, but Karube wasn't amused by your remark, but you cut him off before he could object.

"Wait we are here. Get to the wall, so they won't see you, if somebody is looking in this direction."

You both leaned against opposing walls, which were concealed by the elevator walls adjacent to the entrance. You glanced out just before the door closed again and were confronted with an empty hallway.

"Looks like we've used up our bad luck for the time being," you said, grasping Karube's arm once again.

"Hopefully, you're right. Come on, moron. We don't have to put it to the test." You rushes to room 407, but it was empty, only the ropes in front of the heater indicated that you were in the right room.

"Y/n! Karube!", Chota quietly called out to you.

He was glancing out the door of room 411. You swiftly entered the room and were greeted by the rest of your group. Even two newbies awaited you, but there was no time for introductions as Arisu rushed out the door, marching down the stairs without looking back, while you put on your shoes.

"Where are you going?" Usagi questioned, catching him as he slipped as a result of his stumbling.

"The lobby. I don't have any proofs, but I think I know who the witch is."

"Witch? What are we even playing? Karube and I completely missed that."

"To put it briefly, someone killed a girl, and we need to identify the killer and burn them," Shibuki continued, holding Karube's arm as he missed a step.

"What exactly did they do to you? You three like zombies," Chota, who was carrying half of you by this point, cried.

"The militants happened," you said, attempting to ignore the burning feeling in your chest. "Has anyone seen Chishiya?"

"He probably fled or something. I don't really care, but if I locate this dickhead, I'm going to murder him," Karube said.

"I don't believe this is a good idea. First and foremost, let's find the murderer," you replied.

"Aguni! Of all the luck!" Usagi muttered drawing your attention forward. "Or do you think he is the witch?!"

That new boy - Arisu called him Tatta - was laying on the floor unconscious and Aguni, who is now standing in front of your group, drew Kuina behind him by her hair. What happened? Wasn't she with Chishiya?

"Aguni, there's no time for bullshit. Let me ask just one simple question. Are you the witch?", Arisu asked. "You guys tied me up before the game started. So you know for sure that I'm not the witch. If you aren't the witch then why kill me? If you aren't the witch let's cooperate to find out who-"

"Arisu!", you called out, as Aguni kicked him in the gut and knocked him to the ground.

"After that who needs an answer? Arisu has a rock-solid alibi, so if you attack him, then you must be the witch.", Usagi remarked as Aguni pushed her to the ground when she tried to help Arisu.

Aguni approached Arisu and lifted him off the ground by his collar. "I understand now.", he murmured. "You aren't the witch. Aguni didn't kill Momoka. It was Hatter. You killed Hatter. Right? I can see it in your eyes. They are saying yes."

Aguni attempted to punch him again, his eyes wild and filled with rage. You kicked him in the knees like that other guy earlier, forcing him to let go of your friend. What you didn't anticipate was him to spin around, but Shibuki was quick to pull you back, narrowly avoiding the punch.

When Karube stepped in, the situation quickly escalated. But what Arisu said next stopped everyone in their tracks.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #arisu ryohei #karube daikichi #x reader #reader insert #imagine #aib #alice in boderland x reader #arisu alice in borderland #karube x reader #aib karube #karube alice in borderland #aib chishiya #aib fanfic #arisu x reader #hatter aib #niragi x reader

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wh0re4gambit · 2 years

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🂡 ʀᴇᴍʏ ʟᴇʙᴇᴀᴜ 🂡 ᴰᵒ ᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʷᵃʳˢ?

ʀᴇᴍʏ ʟᴇʙᴇᴀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

x-ᴍᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

²:³⁴ ᵃ.ᵐ

»All X-Men to the War-Room. Immediately.«

The not so unfamiliar sound of an alarm echoed through the school in the middle of the night to wake up the X-Men.

Y/N lifted her head up after the alarm repeated itself and stood up with a grown. As much as she would love to stay in bed and keep sleeping, she had job to do now.

Or more like probably, because sometimes the professor wakes the whole team up just to see how fast they'd react.

She put on the nearest leggings, which were just some simple black ones, figured out how to put on her bra with still a t-shirt on and grabbed her grey sweatshirt-jacket, because it can be cold sometimes down there.

On her way to the War-Room, she came across a certain thief she had lied her eyes upon some time ago. But what she didn't know was that the feeling was mutual.

The Cajun and her met each other before they became X-Men, due them both being exceptional thieves and having the same targets. They eventually teamed up, one being able to blow things up with a single touch and the other one being able to turn stuff into dust, as well just with a single touch.

Most of the X-Men gathered in the War-Room all with look on their face like they could still remember their dreams.

The last one to arrive was the man himself who started the alarm; professor Charles Xavier, leader of the X-Men.

»I am truly sorry for interrupting your need and well deserved sleep for just a training.«

You could hear The Wolverine growl.

»You can go back to sleep now, all of you arrived just in time.« And then he went out of the War-Room like he didn't just wake us up after a long exhausting day.

»Going back to sleep, my ass« Y/N muttered under her breath and went to the kitchen to grab an energy.

Because something not many know is, the moment you hear the sound of these serenes, all kinds of scenarios go through your head. Whether its the school being on fire for the 79210 time or another crazy villain on their way to kill humanity or whatever. Just simply going back to bed after this rush of adrenaline is nearly impossible.

»Why didn't ya' go back ta' bed, chere? I'm sure you could need some sleep.« Gambit asked while stepping into the kitchen.

»Still asking questions you already know the answers to?« Y/N asked with a bit of sarcasm and turned her head into his direction and saw how he grabbed a bottle of water.

»Actually...« he started to say while sitting down in front of her »... der' is one question ah' have no answer for.«

»And that would be?« She asked curiously.

»Promise nothings' gonna' be weird after that.«

Y/N just nodded which was enough of a response for Remy.

»I've been thinking-« he started but stopped when he saw how Y/N started to raise a brow »ah' didn't even start.«

»Yeah didn't like the part of you thinking, but go on.« She told him sarcastically with grin on her face which made him smile.

»I've been thinkin' we know each other for a long time now and ah' was wondering if, this gon' sound stupid but its still important, do ya' like Star Wars?«

'He's kidding, right' Y/N thought.

»Yeah, of course. Who doesn't?« She overplayed her disappointment.

» Ah great, so ya' wanna watch a movie before da' rest of da' school wakes up?«

»Yesssss«

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After ten minutes of discussing wether they should watch a prequel or original movie they finally agreed on prequel.

The not really sneaky, but still sneaky person gambit is, he only took one blanket, because he had a plan B which has to work, because he already messed up plan A. He was about to tell Y/N that he has strong feelings for her, but instead he decided to ask a stupid question.

In just the first 30 minutes in, they already started to become closer, until the Cajun man felt the weight of Y/N head laying on his chest.

He looked down to see a peaceful sleeping

Y/N. He tried to enjoy the moment, but got interrupted by him falling asleep as well.

Moments later the youngest of the group, Jubilee, happened to catch this moment and didn't hesitate to take a picture.

###

ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴛɪQᴜᴇ

ᴶᵘᵇⁱˡᵉᵉ:

You owe me 10$

*picture*

ᴹᵒʳᵖʰ:

😑

#remy lebeau #gambit #xmen #x men comics #comics #marvel #remy lebeau x reader #remylebeau xmen #xmentheanimatedseries #remylebeauoneshot

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beloved-txt · 1 year

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Hand in Unlovable Hand

Last updated: December 4th, 2023 05:42

【Ｗｈｏ　ａｒｅ　ｙｏｕ？】

Call me whatever inspires you. My name is Mercutio if you prefer that. He / It pronouns. But you can write to me in an ask or submission as if I’m your beloved. I won’t take it personally.

【Ｗｈａｔ　ｉｓ　ｔｈｉｓ？】

Whatever you need this to be. While I’ve made it into my own area to scream, cry, and yell about my Beloved, you can give me the love letters you can never send. Maybe your beloved won’t see it, but we will. Whatever you feel about them, you can send it here.

【Ｗｈａｔ　ｉｓ　ａ　ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ？】

There are lots of ways to answer this. But I’m primarily speaking as a person with BPD inspired by yanderes. The person of adoration for yanderes are typically referred to as beloveds. Having that these adorations are seen as toxic, morally corrupt, violent, and sometimes painful—this is what I’m trying to convey when speaking about my FP ( Favorite Person ).

The love that encompasses, eats you alive, that keeps you begging for more despite how much it hurts. Someone I know I love, but I don’t feel like I deserve them. That’s my Beloved.

【Ｗｈｏ　ｉｓｎ’ｔ　ａｌｌｏｗｅｄ　ｏｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｂｌｏｇ？】

Racists, all the -phobes, those disrespectful of xenogenders and neopronouns, exclusionists ( including, not limited to: terfs / farts, other queer exclusionists, anti-endo, etc. ).

Also, due to the nature of the blog, I ask that those younger than 18 do not follow or interact with the content on this blog. It may be adult themed in nature.

【Ｇｏｔ　ａ　ｓｏｕｎｄｔｒａｃｋ？】

Working on it 🂱

【Ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ　ｔａｇｓ？】

#Beloved.txt — my written posts about my Beloved

#.txt — general text posts

#.png — contains art

#.jpeg — contains image(s)

#.gif — contains gif(s)

#Dearly Beloved — Any submissions or asks that are essentially unsent letters / messages to you all’s beloveds.

#Hand in Unlovable Hand — general answered asks

#Secret Admirers — anonymous asks and submissions.

#Honey Don’t Feed Me I Will Come Back — general blog maintenance ( I know it’s long, bear with me )

【Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ　Ｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ？】

I don’t have many things I really ask for. My intention with this blog is to give people a place to safely expunge all that they cannot express. Violent, desperate, angry, depressed, anxious, however it may be I’ll listen. Of course, things will be tagged appropriately.

If, however, these topics are found in my inbox, they will be deleted immediately:

Intentional child harm

Knifeplay

Gunplay <- albeit, this one is on thin ice. Your submission or ask might be heard out or deleted on sight.

Any behavior / language that follows my DNI ( Who Isn’t Allowed On Your Blog? )

Slurs not directed towards yourself. I don’t know if you can reclaim them, but if you’re calling yourself that, it’s fine. If I have reason to believe you should not be uttering the word, it will be deleted.

If you are mentioning these topics in the notes ( comments, tags, reblogs ), I will be blocking you.

All in all, this is less for my safety and more for the following’s safety. Also—don’t say things to get anyone into legal trouble. That’s a given, though.

【Ａｓｋ　Ｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ？】

You are free to do what you want in there. Whether it be to get opinions, vent about your beloved, gush about your beloved, ask me questions, whatnot is fine. I don’t mind as long as you are following the General Guidelines.

🂡 Feel free to have a sort of indicator to identify yourself if you are on anon.

Asks will be tagged with askers’ usernames. Anonymous asks will be tagged as #Secret Admirers.

【Ｓｕｂｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ　Ｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ？】

Your more long-form gushing, venting, and letters, I’d imagine. Though this is free for you to make of it. Again, abide by the General Guidelines.

🂡 Feel free to have a sort of indicator to identify yourself if you are on anon.

Submissions will be tagged with submitters’ usernames. Anonymous asks will be tagged as #Secret Admirers.

【Ｄｉｓｃｌａｉｍｅｒｓ？】

This is a side blog. I cannot follow, comment, or like from this account. I’m sorry in advance for any feelings of neglect. I will reblog all I can. You can message, though, that’s fine.

I’m just one person. Be patient. No, I’m not looking for anyone else to help with the blog.

I will tag everything as appropriately as I can. The blacklist function exists for a reason. You can ask me to tag things, do not ask me to not post things. However, you are free to message or send an ask regarding potentially morally skewed takes of mine or anything I reblog. I’m open to being called in, but know that moral ambiguity is. Kind of what we’re going for here.

This overarching post is subject to change, and will always be dated at the top with the timestamp of its most recent change.

【 ˜”*°•.˜”*°• Su Amor, Mercutio. •°*”˜.•°*”˜ 】

#.txt #.gif #Honey Don’t Feed Me I Will Come Back #DNI #FAQ #actually bpd #yandere

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dueling-jesters · 2 years

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🂡 Ace 🂱 23 🃁 ⚧They/Them, He/Him⚧🃑

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Please read before you follow!

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I mainly post about:

Spy vs Spy

Spy x Spy

My Spy-persona, or Spysona as you will

Character Tags: Black spy, White Spy, Grey Spy

Fanart, headcanons, and ramblings about these silly little blorbos abound.

General Content Warning: Cartoon violence and antics, usually slapstick but may also feature blood and angst. Mild cartoonish gore may appear rarely, but nothing too graphic or realistic. All public accounts are SFW, but will occasionally be suggestive to a small extent.

If you need me to tag anything with specific content warnings, please send me an ask to let me know and I will list what to filter here!

I will occasionally post about things which are off-topic, as my accounts are semi-personal. Resources regarding current events and issues are sometimes reblogged as well.

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⌧ Basic DNI criteria applies. Racism, sexism, misogyny, antisemitism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. are not welcome. Bigots, nazi/genocide apologists, pro-forced-birth/anti-abortion, pedo/zoo/necro, proship/anti-antis, and the like will be blocked. I'd prefer if NSFW-heavy accounts do not interact with my SFW accounts. If you fetishize marginalized peoples or are into rape, incest, and/or ageplay, do not interact with me. I block very generously.

If you're here to defend someone I've aired my grievences about in the past, go away. Some actions of theirs are inexcuseable and I want nothing to do with them. Please leave me alone about either circumstance.

I will not list my own specific personal triggers here due to the chance of that knowledge falling into the wrong hands.

I have every right to protect my internet safety, privacy, and mental health. This is non-negotiable. ⌧

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FAQ:

May I share your SvS fanart?

Absolutely! I cannot control what you do, but I'd appreciate being credited if you happen to share. I would prefer you to ask first, but won't have a problem unless you do something egregious with it or if I am uncomfortable with where it is being shared.

Is there anywhere I can purchase something with any of your fanart printed on?

Unfortunately, no. Not only might that cause legal issues, but it wouldn't feel right for me personally to do so. Full answer can be read here.

Do you take commission?

Not under these accounts, sorry. If you have any ideas you'd like to send my way, please do so! However, I cannot guarantee I will respond to every ask.

Why did you make the spies gay and trans?

Because I'm gay, trans, and can do what I want. In all seriousness though, I've made a couple of posts about these headcanons at the very start of my blog, but I could've gone a lot more in-depth.

Why haven't you been active for [insert amount of time here]?

I tend to take breaks from social media due to stress and other mental health issues. I'm also autistic and have a chronic health condition, so there's always a chance I might not have the spoons to be active on here, make fanart, or immediately respond to direct messages. Other than that, I do have a personal and professional life completely separate from my SvS fan accounts.

Is there anywhere else I can find you?

Other than this blog, you can find me on twitter. (Or my private Twitter, but I must warn that it is exclusively 18+.)

As mentioned before, I keep this completely separate from the rest of my life and work, so I will not disclose any of that information. Please don't ask if I'm [insert artist's online handle here] or ask any artist if they're Ace Dueling-Jesters. If any user claims to be me (other than, obviously me on my blog, public twitter, or private twitter), do not trust them. If something ever happens to all of my known accounts, my boyfriend will confirm any new, genuine accounts of mine.

What's up with those funky red glasses?

They're therapeutic lenses! I draw them slightly different from how mine are irl to protect my privacy.

What is your gender/sexual orientation?

I'm bigender, or more specifically, a transmasculine nonbinary person. Please refrain from asking which body parts I do or don't have. I'm gay and Trans4Trans, but also somewhere on the asexual/aromantic spectrum. It's complicated. I'm in a closed, committed, and very loving relationship.

Why are your posts so long-winded?

It's the autism, babey! *finger guns*

#finally got around to making a pinned post

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leonsmain · 2 years

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tagging system

Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ genre tags

#leo talks [🦔] — purely me rambling or complaining , the other leo talks tags speak for themselves .

#leo talks about art [🎨] — reblogs of fanart , abstract , surrealist , etc . ( personal art is found under #🂡 ace of spades 🂡 instead . )

#leo talks about sports [⚽️] — currently a soccer player + enjoyer . i like to talk about my own games and the ones i watch .

#leo talks about animals [🐾] — watch a cat dad ramble about animals + his own furry children .

#leo talks about mythology [🏛] — yes , i was a pjo kid + yes , it evolved into an entirely different hyperfixation . here you can find anything remotely related to greek or roman mythology ( + occasionslly norse . )

#leo talks about k-pop [🇰🇷] — it's just men , i have no excuse . ( k-music will be tagged under #leo talks about music [🎧] instead . )

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#tw: (insert trigger)

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kurosukii · 2 years

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saw video on tiktok about some guy explaining why dudes mostly prefer short women and it’s mainly due to sexual reasons. I snorted when I saw that. men do be having a size kink foreal. anyways the reason I laughed is because he explained that it’s because most like to feel dominate and when they fuck a short girl they can do a lot especially if they are taller than them doesn’t even have to be 6 feet. so basically we submissive and I was like yeaaa not me tho.. if they ever find me I’m the biggest brat they’ll ever meet. I’m as short as they come, close to the ground. I’ll probably make them my bitch. sigh tho because I’m only attracted to fictional men 🤣 oof..

basically .... irl men are weird af .... they’re so icky 🤢🤢🤢

#haikyuu men would never !#😤😤😤#sorry i was out for the past two days that’s why i’m so stupid with answering asks 😓#[ 🂢 ] – nonnie #[ 🂡 ] – jul replies

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viice-father · 2 years

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Hello, Kaard. Why do you float?

* ALAS, NOT EVERYONE CANST BE AS TALENTETH AS I!

#🂡 Rouxls Answers

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gcn-wonseok · 3 years

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roger – what’s a common misconception about you?

Acho que, por eu ter a famigerada “resting bitch face” e me vestir parecendo um adolescente punk rebelde, talvez as pessoas tenham uma imagem negativa de mim. Principalmente quando se tratando de pessoas mais velhas e conservadoras. Já vi pensarem que eu era rude, brigão, vagabundo e tudo que há de ruim apenas pela forma como me visto e a minha profissão.

#🃏. Ask game #🝐 🂡﹚idk how to talk to humans aaaaaa | answered

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tinyproprodigy · 2 years

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"it's always you getting hurt, idiot..."

The Arcana Group Snippet

POV : You usually get random scars and stuff and you don't really know where they come from to begin with (you're just clumsy like that I guess XD)

And one day you walk in and casually sit down next to your RO and do what you usually do (be it reading/start sketching/zone out/ect..) but the issue is, you're hurt and you either don't notice or don't give a damn. Hurt like a god damn stab wound and you still don't mind it somehow. Don't ask, ion know.

||Note: you will be addressed as "you" the whole time without mention of any gender specifications.||

|| Reblogs are welcome! ||

Special lines

Asra - "that's cuz it's bad!"

Portia - "it's you dummy! How'd you get hurt so bad!?"

Lucio - "LOOK AT MINE"-

Julian - "I'll be taking a look at scar number 947 for this year- and yes I had been keeping tally, love"

Muriel - "you got hurt again..."

Nadia - "And would that by any chance be anything medical-related?"

Valdemar - "...you honestly are foolish."

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Asra snippet

First thought would be about you ATM. The normality would still be there though as living together in the magic shop wasn't simple to begin with. Both of you have memorized each other's mannerisms at this point but this does not mean Asra is any less worried.

'Where?' Faust whispered to the magician as she poked and prodded at asra for an answer. One he did not have.

"I'm not sure." He admitted, sending looks at the door every few minutes. Faust's uneasiness was making him uneasy too...

'Look?'

He could go out to look for you but you both have had a conversation about how you could handle yourself and didn't need him babying you.

And he was going to respect that.

The shops bell began to ring. The one right above the door that signaled a customer has entered. Glancing once at the door, he started to calm down only to do a double take at your appearance.

"That's- are you alright?" He asked, eyes dead set on how your shirt's shade was getting darker around your midsection.

"Huh? Oh this?" You nonchalantly asked, raising your clothing up a bit to see it better for yourself. Something you haven't thought of doing. "Ah, that. Pftt, it looks bad right?"-

"that's cuz it is bad!"

'Bad!'

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Portia snippet

I would like to think Portia is the type to recognize stuff like self care and when it's needed only when it applies to others like the one where I wrote this lil babe. She's used to having things resulting from hard work as a normal thing but when it comes to a little scar on someone she cares for- mhm. You guessed it.

Taking a seat in your usual chair, you proceeded to loosen up, zoning out as your gaze lingered on the ceiling.

Was that small crack near the left corner of the room always there?

A sharp gasp earned your attention instantly as you hastily scanned the area before spotting Portia's concerned watch, making you concerned in return.

"Woah, are you alright?" You questioned as you checked for any clues of injury on the ginger before getting a flick across your forehead. "It's you, dummy! How'd you get hurt so bad?" She'd worriedly scold you as she moved to patch you up.

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Lucio's snippet

Honestly been mentally laughing at this while writing the other two cuz I know damn well-

The sound of footsteps drew closer to Lucio as he sat with his two dogs, Mercedes and Melchior, messing around with them for a bit.

You took a seat somewhat near them as you pulled out a chocolate bar, minding your own business as you watched the two dogs interact as usual.

Sensing your presence, the blond had peered over, taking note of the fresh scar on your upper arm.

"you had a fight ey? Nice scar there" He casually asked before stars began forming in his eyes as he launched to exhibit his scars too with a sudden burst of excitement "LOOK AT MINE"-

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Julian's snippet

I'd imagine him as being used to seeing scars and stuff and as much as he worries (which will be a LOT) he'll almost probably always be ready XD

Slipping through the door, you yawned as you began stretching before wincing. One peek at your stomach was enough to know the cause of the pain.

'....Anyways' you shrugged it off as you began to walk towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge only to be lightly yanked back by your color.

"Let's take a quick seat right here" he began as he steered you towards a spot next to the table where the first aid kit sat as he continued "and I'll be taking a look at scar number 947 for this year- and yes I had been keeping tally, love"

The notebook waved Infront of your vision was enough proof to solidify that last statement.

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Muriel's snippet

Please don't even do this to Muriel, he's too precious for this ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

When I say he would be concerned. Seeing people hurt isn't his fortae to begin with because of his experience from his past but someone he loves? He'd almost have a heart attack.

Waltzing into the cabin where Inanna had been laying, you found an empty spot on the couch and plopped down, a sigh escaping you as you made eye contact with the adorable wolf. You smiled at her and gave her a light wave but instead of trotting towards you like she often did, she had bolted out of the room after a prolonged staredown.

Not bothering to linger on it for too long, you shifted your focus to the anklet Muriel had gifted you a while back. It was simple enough for it to be nongender specified and still looked elegant on your skin even though it wasn't expensive and was handmade.

You still recalled how he had flushed profusely the first week he had shown it to you as you would not shut up about it. Mostly intentionally. He was pretty amusing to mess with.

A sudden burst of footsteps had you alert as you watched the door spurt open and Muriel come speeding in, Inanna right behind him.

"you got hurt again..." This was a statement more than an answer as he took note of your forehead, his face scrunched as his usual uneasy pout began to form as he scrambled to help as much as he could.

Inanna seemed to have ratted you out.

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Nadia's snippet

Nadia would- in my imagination- be that one civil yet mom-like individual in the group lol. She'd be concerned shitless but she'd still be able to keep a clear head even if you were... As dululu as not noticing a huge and painful gash >:(

Nadia sighed in relief as she walked into your shared private courters. Dealing with so many different duties was still difficult no matter how many years she was putting up with it. She often had you as a support recharger as your presence alone had made her ecstatic enough. So yay for that.

Speaking of you, where had you been the whole evening? She had wondered where you had been. You'd often run off but always appeared just before eight and it was way past that.

Settling at the edge of her bed, she had looked out the balcony windows at the dark sky. She hoped you were okay.

As if on cue you had clumsily Stumbled into the room. Full grin directed at the beautiful woman as you lightly apologized before gesturing at the bag of food in your hand "I got The Good Stuff"

"The... Good stuff..." She began, ignoring the delicious aroma coming from the packaging and focusing on the wound on your thigh. "And would that by any chance be anything medical-related?"

This seemed to make you laugh as you raised a perplexed eyebrow at her "why would I buy medicine. I'm not sick."

"if..." She began, soon losing hope of trying to reason. She learned off how you were and she was still surprised at how you seemed to baffle her nonetheless. Shaking her head as she attempted- and failed miserably- to hold back her fond smile, Nadia began tapping at the spot next to her, signaling for you to take the spot. "Have a seat here and I'll take a look at it myself."

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BONUS!

Valdemar's snippet

Yes. Valdemar. Fight me XD

This is quite a tricky one. I'd guess Valdemar would have to get used to you really well in order to have strong feelings towards you. Strong feelings such as heavy concern, enough to overpower their scientific urge to experiment with anything.

Tapping their tool on the freshly deceased palm-sized creature, Valdemar would sigh in frustration as they pushed the whole tray away altogether.

What was going on? This was strangely unusual for them. All the sadistic enthusiasm for experimenting with an interesting subject gone just with one thought overpowering them.

Where exactly were you? Last they heard was how you bragged about learning of a place that grew Kodama's. A specific and rare soul tree they lacked for a side venture and how you would be able to get it, even if the danger was cessation × a billion.

They had hoped that you had been jesting as the ticking clock detracted them. A reminder of how many seconds had passed since they last saw you.

A click on the door had prompted Valdemar to swerve around and see who walked into their private courters and low and behold, it was you with your adorable grin again.

"guess who found your kokoma'ams~" you slurred the sentence out unnecessarily while you dangled the packaged plant as you neared closer.

It was only when you came close enough that you took note of Valdemar facepalming.

"...you honestly are foolish." They began, ignoring the strange pace in their heart as you walked closer. You always made them feel a particular way and they could not recognize why or what it was, to begin with.

It didn't take long for them to notice the slash at your neck and another near your wrist.

"foolish?" You feigned shock as you set the package on the table and leaning on it for light support before continuing "i'm quite smart if you must know"

Rolling their eyes at your retort, they had begun to move you towards a chair, hauling their medical equipment with them. Sending a short questioning look at you, a smile began to creep up their lips as they whispered to no one in particular "How in the world did you manage to stay alive for this long?"

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saintobio · 3 years

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ACE OF SPADES 🂡

main characters. gojou satoru, toji fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, naoya zen’in, fem!reader

genre. isekai, historical, medieval fantasy, royal au

synopsis. you transmigrated to the body of a villainess and the only way to avoid your death sentence is by staying away from the beloved hero and the heroine. can you still save yourself and change the storyline?

warnings for the prologue. tyranny, blood, violence, murder, mentions of assassination attempts, slight gore, yandere!reader, major character death

note. heavily based on manhwas; villainess in love, happily ever afterwards, kill the villainess, your throne, cierra, wished you were dead, i lost the leash of the yandere male lead, and i was the male lead’s ex.

♤ PROLOGUE: THE VILLAINESS

♤ SATORU’S ROUTE: THE EMPEROR

♤ YUUTA’S ROUTE: THE KNIGHT

♤ TOJI’S ROUTE: THE MERCENARY

♤ NAOYA’S ROUTE: THE GRAND DUKE

PROLOGUE — the original storyline for La Douleur Exquise

In autumn of the 1800s, you’ve fallen at the mercy of the tyrannical emperor, Satoru Gojou.

But how exactly did you end up here? How could the empress be suddenly on her knees defenseless? You had a respectable status in high society and fortunes anyone could only imagine. You had a husband who was a powerful emperor and a knight in shining armor whose lifelong vow was to protect you. You were the picture perfect woman that the citizens of the Zarean Empire envied the most. Exuding elegance, grace, and aristocracy—there was nothing in this world that could surpass you.

That was, until the commoner named Linnea Emer came into the picture and stole everything from you!

She lived all the luxuries that you deserved, won the heart of the person that you loved, and took the rightful role as a mother to your husband’s child. She earned God’s favor and crumpled your pride considering that the woman who rose up from the dirt was a mere palace maid and you were a grand duke’s daughter.

Linnea must not have everything.

Little did she know, behind your beautiful face hid the most evil heart of all, and born henceforth was a spiteful villainess who tormented the cherished heroine until her last breath. You became driven to make Linnea’s stairway to heaven a pathway to hell, punishing her with a taste of her own medicine for obstructing the path towards your lifelong dream of earning the love and affection of the emperor. Thus, with malice aforethought, your wicked schemes were put forward to ensure her most cruel downfall.

But a fairytale ending was far-fetched for a villainess like you.

And here you were, bowing at the very feet of the Emperor you loved and the knight that loved you.

One on his throne, the other with a sword pointed at your heart.

“Your Majesty, put an end to this. I am your wife.” Nothing was left of your dignity nor was there anything that could ever change the uncaring eyes of the tyrant emperor who has had more entertainment at shuffling his deck of cards than of the pitiful state that you were in.

His electric blue eyes watched your cuffed wrists, flinging the cards in your direction without an ounce of mercy in his grace. “Admit to your sins. How many people did you hire to try and assassinate Linnea?” His question did not require an answer for he was already aware of the fact that you placed his most beloved woman in danger, not once but on several occasions. This was the last straw. “Are you going to confess that you framed her for betraying me, ordered the servants to harass her, and now even as far as poisoning her? Does your obsession go that far? Remember that you are at the mercy of the emperor. One simple lie could have your tongue cut off!”

Your lips quivered as your fingers twitched. There wasn’t an option to flee from his domineering presence when your wrists and ankles were tightly cuffed with wood thicker than a normal criminal should have. “I am the empress! You cannot punish me like this over that wench!”

It only took one uproarious laughter from the emperor for your spine to experience ice cold chills. His sneer, menacing. His eyes, unforgiving. How come he had never looked at you with warmth the way he looked at Linnea? You’ve loved him for ten agonizing years. She had only known him for ten months!

Still playing his game, the man of royal blood tossed another card that landed precisely in front of you. The Ace of Spades, known as the highest and most valued card on the deck, but also the bearer of bad fortune, disaster, hatred, and war. It was a Death Card to remind you that your villainous role would now come to an end.

“Sir Knight,” Satoru’s unapologetic voice echoed across the room as he turned to give Yuuta his orders, “Do the honors. I can’t stare at her wretched face any longer.”

“N-No!” Tears may have left your eyes, but no voice could escape your throat. Yuuta Okkotsu, the brave knight who once saved your life, was now appointed to take it away by means of piercing his sword through your heart. Let’s run away, you remembered his words from over a month ago. It’s not too late. If you return my love, I promise I’ll protect you. It’s not too late, Y/N.

“Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty.” Yuuta could not move an inch, stuck from the gravitational pull of his guilt and sorrow. “Please take mercy on the Empress… Anything but death.”

It’s too late. The blues of your husband’s eyes already celebrated your loss even if you were still alive. With a face trained to stay void of any emotions, he took the sword from the Knight Commander and unsparingly impaled the sharp edge through your flesh. The jolt of pain earned your loud gasp, puncturing your soul until your heart bled from the merciless intrusion. Thick, red liquid gushed out of your mouth and on the gash he had created on your chest. A gash that would leave a scar that could never heal. A gash where maggots could crawl into and eat the rotten sinew of a woman who once lived as the tyrant ruler’s wife.

“S-Satoru,” your pleas came out soundless, “All I ever wanted was your love.”

Your limp body collapsed on the cold concrete until the dark-haired knight caught you in his arms as if your life could still be salvaged after having stabbed by the most powerful sword. Thunder rumbled outside of the castle as a bolt of lightning struck the open field. It was Satoru’s wrath. Every flash of lightning that seized your vision was a result from the overflowing mana that was housed inside your killer’s body.

“Empress,” Yuuta mouthed, and only did tears pool his eyes when the Emperor—the undeserving owner of your heart—threw the sword away and exited the scene in utmost satisfaction.

Only two words flew out of your husband’s lips before he turned on his heel. “Die peacefully.”

Peacefully.

You laughed. And you laughed more, your manic laughter resonated through the main hall, creating a ripple of sound waves even as blood continuously seeped from your mouth. Your haunting laughter, as frightening as what an unhinged woman could show, would forever remain as a sinister sound that would echo through the stretch of this entire empire.

At least, in this lifetime, you died in the arms of someone who truly loved and cherished you.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuta said those two words for his own sanity as your eyes saw the light on his. Two hearts, two bodies, but only one of them still had a soul.

#i have no idea when gojou’s route is coming but i’ll get to it someday #lmaosksjdj i have it drafted but i need to finish a collab fic and sn17 first #gojou satoru x reader #naoya zenin x reader #gojou satoru x you #naoya zenin x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk angst #jjk royal au

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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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Evil Incarnate

Warnings - Reader is kinda cold, I keep the height neutral (as always) but Kaidou is like 5 foot 2 the man is tiny smh.

Note: Yoooo guess who's a big old idiot and needs to find motivation for requests? That's right, it's ya boy. I'll add this to my masterlist later, I'm working from my phone and as always the links r weird

Male Reader

Shun Kaidou believes he's seen evil before. Horrible, terrible, monstrous evil.

None of that evil could compare to you though.

The new student at P.K. Academy. It's like everyone was talking about you.

Some of the girls were talking about how handsome you were, Teruhashi was being bombarded by questions, (because for some reason everyone thought you two would be perfect together), and the guys were either uninterested or jealous.

Kaidou just thought that you were strange. Strange, evil, hiding something.

You always ducked away quickly whenever there were breaks in classes, answering phone calls and changing after everyone. Almost like Kuboyasu, except... Weirder. Kaidou only saw you in the changing room, and even so you made sure to keep your shoulder covered the whole time.

Perfect place for an evil tattoo, Kaidou narrowed his eyes further, to the point where he was almost squinting.

You never seemed to interact with your classmates or even attempt to talk to them. (Much to Saiki's relief). It's like you were trying to disappear completely, which only really made you stand out more.

Kaidou huffed. He had his feet propped up on his desk in an attempt to look nonchalant in front of everyone else. You were sitting at your desk, (a row up and two away from him), head down, scribbling away at your paper and checking the clock every 2 minutes.

He scoffed. Look at you, being all mysterious and handsome. Surely something had to be wrong here! That's when the thought struck him.

The Dark Reunion.

It all made sense now! The cryptic phone calls, the dashing out of class, the sudden transfer to the school. Oh no. The horror set in as Kaidou realized: Everyone thought you were charming. They didn't know about the immense danger they were in! Of course this means he has to take care of you. It's not every day that a trained assassin is in their school, and Kaidou was the only one qualified to protect the others.

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You sighed heavily. Class is never fun, (not to any normal teenager anyways), and to make matters worse that weird blue haired kid was staring at you the whole time. You rolled your shoulder to try and alleviate some of the tension from sitting at a desk writing all day.

Your hand ghosted over your shoulder and you frowned.

You didn't have the chance to be upset however, because as you approached your locker, you found the one and only Shun Kaidou leaning against it.

His jacket was over his shoulders, arms crossed on his chest and red tape on his arms as always. His head was tilted down with closed eyes in an attempt to look threatening, which would have worked if you were unaware that he was no obstacle.

You sighed once more.

He noticed you advancing and looked up at you, a dark shadow on his face. (How did that even get there)?

"I know your secret," he was obviously trying to make his voice sound deeper. You just decided to play along to get this done faster.

"Oh?" You say calmly, moving closer to your locker that Shun was standing in front of.

He gave you a triumphant smirk.

"You won't be able to do anything to this place," he jabs a finger at you.

You just move closer, extending your arm to gently place it by Kaidou's head. "And what makes you think," your voice got softer as your face got closer to his, "That you have any power against me?" You grabbed his shirt and pulled him (up/down/over) so that your noses were touching. Kaidou went bright red.

This is too easy, you thought while fighting a smile. He was either terrified, excited, or just plain shocked. It was hard to decipher the emotion on his face. Before he had the chance to speak, you pulled back. "You're in front of my locker," you put on a neutral expression. "I need to get some supplies."

Kaidou staggered off. He wasn't actually expecting you to do something! Maybe you would give him an annoyed glare, or just plain tell him to move, but... he reached up to touch his nose. No doubt about it, you were a part of the Dark Reunion.

Damn organization, he thought, always recruiting the most pretty people.

You really suck.

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Kaidou never really had great ideas.

Maybe there was a good one here or there, but most were overwhelmingly bad. That's why it was a surprise when he shot up in the middle of the night with a light bulb practically floating above his head.

He was going to get you after school. By that, he's going to confront you more directly. That little interaction yesterday was nothing! All he did was get flustered and nervous, and all you did was seem more evil and maybe alluring in his eyes.

The whole day again, he was just staring at the side of your head. You could feel a tic in your forehead start to form. What's with this guy? You didn't expect him to be the most troublesome! All he did was pay attention to you. While it was arguably rather flattering, you still just wanted him to move his eyes somewhere else.

It's never fun sitting at a desk in school, but it's even less fun when you have a blue haired nuisance following you around like a wounded mutt.

You, as always, were the first one out of class when the bell rang at the end of the day. You just really didn't want to be crowded by people who either thought you would fall in love with them or wanted to fight you. You were almost clear of the school, (going our the back way to avoid being noticed), when your eyes caught on an all too familiar figure.

"Dammit," you said under your breath.

He turned and spotted you, a look of determination washing over his face. "I know your secret!" You hear him say when you move closer.

"You said this yesterday," you deadpanned.

He looked embarrassed for a second before standing up straight to face your way. "Doesn't matter," he held his arm up, "you aren't getting anything from this place."

"As you've said," you advanced like you did yesterday. He stammered. The same feeling of being herded washed over him when you gently but firmly gripped his arm. The one with the red tape on it. "But I don't want anything from you, Kaidou."

You lowered your voice to a whisper and moved to be right next to his ear. "Unless you want to give me something."

He pulled away with a flushed face. How was he supposed to be cool when you kept pulling things like this? You shot him a particularly menacing smirk. He shook his head to get himself together. "Why would I give anything to you," he stood up straight again to try an make himself seem more menacing. "You're as evil as it gets!"

You barked out a laugh before composing yourself, and walking forward slowly to herd Kaidou into the wall. "Brave words for someone who keeps getting pushed around," you smiled a toothy smile at him. These situations just kept repeating themselves didn't they?

Kaidou went red again, just when he was recovering from his last fit of blush. What kind of a cliche was this? You had him trapped again. You were reaching your hand up from your side when your phone beeped.

You looked down. A message from your superior. You scoffed and wrote back a quick "I'm busy," before shutting of your phone. They could wait. After all, this was proving to be more fun than you thought.

You looped your fingers into Kaidou's sky blue hair, pulling his face closer to yours by the back of his neck. Kaidou was starting to look panicked. You smiled and pulled him so close he could feel your breath. Speaking of breath, his own was starting to come out shallow and uneaven.

"What's wrong?" Your voice was quiet, almost threatening to him. "Never been put in your place before?" You moved your head to the side of his face, your lips brushing his ear.

He moved away from the wall rather fast, standing rigid. "Great talk!" He squeaked out with a red face before dashing off as fast as body would let him. Yeah you're evil. He will definitely best you one day.

... That day isn't today though.

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