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Relationships: Nesta & Nyx, Nesta & Rhysand, Nesta & Feyre, Nessian, Feysand, minor Elriel
Ratings: T
Words: ~2.2k
Summary: During an afternoon in the garden with her sisters and her nephew, Nesta learns more about the consequences of her sacrifice at the end of Silver Flames. Somehow, the thought of co-parenting with her brother-in-law is not entirely unwelcome. (The Nesta & Nyx Accidental Baby Acquisition fic.)
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Nesta lifts Nyx into the air, scooping him through the breeze rolling in off the Sidra. His wings flutter, and his sweet baby’s laugh fills her ears when they fill with air. She checks to make sure Elain isn’t kneeling in any of the patches of flowers behind her and then runs backwards a few yards, letting her nephew get a small, safe taste of flight.
“There he is!” Nesta hears herself say. “So strong!”
It’s mortifying, the way her mouth takes over and coos every sickeningly sweet thought she has whenever she’s around Nyx. Rhys and Cassian had thought it hilarious until she proved just how sharp her tongue could still be.
“An! An!”
“That’s me, sweetheart,” she agrees. She looks at the house, where she can see her sister’s mate watching through the open window. “Aunt Nesta. Can you say Aunt Nesta?”
Nyx claps his tiny hands and reaches down to tangle little fingers in her braid. “An Essa!”
If Nesta had a little less self-control, she would crow with delight. Instead, she swoops Nyx in a little circle, bringing him in to kiss his cheek.
“Yes!”
A dark, star-flecked breeze slides the window shut.
Big Illyrian baby. Nesta cuddles the little Illyrian baby in her arms close, grinning.
“He’ll say it soon,” Elain prophecies beside a rosebush, her gaze distant. She glances toward the window when her eyes clear, and Nesta sees a smug smile tilt up the corners of her lips. “Just not today.”
Secretly, Nesta hopes Nyx waits a little while. The smug satisfaction she had felt when his second word had been Aunt—uttered just minutes after his first, Mama—had been unmatched.
In the weeks since, he’s started to learn how to tack Elain and Nesta’s names to it also, and all before learning to say Papa.
“Lay!” Nyx’s wings flap harder. “An!”
“Hello, Nyxie,” Elain sings, wiggling her fingers at him. “That’s right. Can you say Aunt Elain?”
“An! Lay!”
“Exactly, precious boy.”
Little wings flap as Nesta settles the baby on her hip, and together she and Elain make for a picturesque gazebo on the edge of the gardens, just beside the Sidra. Beneath its shade, Feyre sits behind an easel, a spread of tea, lemonade, and pastries on a low iron table beside her.
She beams when her son catches her eye as he grasps Elain’s sleeve, pointing at a smudge of dirt on her cheek for his mother to see, and shouts, “An!”
Feyre smiles indulgently. “I see her, baby.”
Nyx folds himself forward in Nesta’s arms, reaching for her. “Mama!”
Feyre holds up fingers covered in splotches of wet paint, crooning apologies at her son, and Nesta rolls her eyes. She sits beside her sister, perching Nyx carefully in her lap while Elain hovers over them and gently adjusts his wings, and picks up the first soft toy she can find to recapture his attention.
A bit of insistent darkness curls around the toy, drawing it closer to Nyx’s open mouth. Nesta glances back up at the window, where her brother-in-law still watches. His chin is lifted, equally as smug as she was moments ago.
She rolls her eyes at him, too.
“You know, I’ll never feel sorry for Rhys…” she starts, and now Feyre is the sister rolling her eyes. “But I do feel… very slightly bad.”
“Only very slightly?” A little grin is playing about her sister’s lips.
Nesta bounces Nyx’s toy in the air in front of his eyes and takes a sip of her lemonade. “Indeed.”
Feyre hums thoughtfully. She daubs a few more strokes of paint onto her canvas and then considers her son for a moment while he finally gums the little plush animal Nesta has handed him.
And then she shrugs.
“I suppose it serves him right.”
To Nesta’s left, Elain concurs with a nod, her mouth pressed into a tight line to hide her own smile. A tendril of shadow caresses her temple, attracted by the mirth shining in her eyes. “It’s about time he learned the price of keeping secrets.”
“Oh, I’ve already made sure that lesson stuck,” Feyre says. A pang seizes Nesta’s heart—they joke about it so easily now that Feyre and her babe are healthy, happy—but she remembers the mind-numbing terror of they day they both died. Her nightmares sometimes recall it with such clarity that she makes Cassian fly her down to the River House in the middle of the night just to check on them.
Elain inspects the table, humming thoughtfully, and then lifts an entire plate of delicately decorated tarts for the shadow’s inspection. When it curls around her wrist and pulls, Elain flits away on nimble feet, following the trail it cuts toward the greenhouse.
“Mother above,” Feyre groans, watching Elain go. “Do you think they’ll remember the walls are transparent this time?”
“They’ll get over it eventually.” At least, Nesta hopes so. She’s not too certain. Regardless of any sort of Mother-blessed bond between them, Azriel and Elain have certainly had the worst frenzy of them all.
Nevertheless, Feyre shouts after their sister, pointing at Nyx, “Little eyes!”
The shadow unlatches the door and holds it open for her as Elain waves her warning off.
Nesta snorts.
Her little sister’s attention whips to her, wide-eyed, still unused to seeing her so at ease. She blinks for a moment at Nyx and Nesta, as if just now seeing them clearly. Nesta stares back, amused and lightly insulted, until Feyre turns her attention back to her paints, firmly intent on mixing a hideous vomit-green color.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, you know,” Feyre says when Nesta doesn’t fill the silence for her. Nesta doubts Feyre is interested in more tales of the Valkyries, anyway, who fill her days more often than note. Her little sister makes a vague gesture at Nyx without looking up. “Why?”
Nesta’s hands go still on Nyx’s tiny shoulders.
“What do you mean, ‘why?’” She tries to dilute the venom in her voice, tickling Nyx’s shoulders before he can feel the tension drawing up her spine.
“Why did you…” Feyre gestures again to Nyx.
Nesta stares.
And stares.
“Why did I save a helpless infant?” Each word is bitten out, sharp and clear. Surely Feyre can’t think… Not after all this time—
“No!” Feyre’s eyes are wide, horrified, a bit of paint dripping onto her leggings. “I mean… You gave up so much…”
“I thought I told you,” Nesta finally says when Feyre silences herself, her throat suddenly tight. Hadn’t she? Hadn’t she said those three impossible words the moment Feyre opened her eyes?
“Well, yes, but…” Feyre rolls her eyes again. Rolls her eyes. The petty, vicious big sister in Nesta briefly wants to kick sand in them or gouge them out. She waits until Feyre has fixed her keen, maternal attention on Nyx as he gnaws on the cookie he stole from Nesta’s plate. She points to him again, as if to say, See, he’s cute now, but he was just a squishy, red-faced stranger when you saved him. “I understand me, but… Why?”
Nesta can’t even begin to tell Feyre that she’s looking at the wrong baby. She can’t open her mouth to say she gave up the lion’s share of her power for him, because she didn’t. She had, at the moment when Feyre laid bloody and frozen in death and the entire world began to crack apart beneath Nesta’s feet, absolutely fucking loathed the precious little boy in her arms.
And when she lifted her finger to pluck the string on the Harp, she fully considered removing him from the equation entirely. She considered reversing all the damage he did to her sister by ensuring Feyre had never even been pregnant at all.
She didn’t, because Feyre loved her baby enough to die for him, and Rhys probably would have obliterated her on the spot for taking away something Feyre loves.
But she doesn’t feel guilty about considering it. She never has. No matter how much she loves him now, how willing she would be to die for him herself, she knows she would consider it again.
“You’re my sister, Feyre.”
Feyre waves a painted, tattooed hand. “I know that, but—”
“No. You are my fucking sister, Feyre,” Nesta repeats. Her eyes are stinging, the damned traitors. “You are my little fucking sister.”
Oh, if only their mother could hear her now. Which would horrify her more, Nesta’s foul language or her devotion to the beautiful, feral little beast that was once growing up to become her strongest competition on the marriage market?
Why risk herself? Why sell her power? For skinny, wild Feyre?
But Nesta remembers the first baby she held with eyes that matched her own. She remembers holding sticky, paint-splattered hands and helping little feet learn to walk before Mother and Grandmama chose which daughter to cultivate into a horrible miniature of them both.
“But all that time…”
In the cottage, Nesta knows Feyre wants to say. It’s an old conversation now. She knows how unseen, how unappreciated Feyre was, and Feyre knows how furious and paralyzed Nesta felt. Feyre knows Nesta bartered and fought with every merchant in their village until they spit at the sight of her, and Nesta knows how Feyre froze and ached in the forest every winter.
And, like any good sister, Feyre likes to drag up their hateful, contentious past every so often. Nesta and Elain also do it, sometimes.
(But Gwyn was right about sisters, too. The second Feyre died, every argument, every shred of resentment and jealousy died with her, the same as it had with Elain when she was thrown into the Cauldron first. And all Nesta had left in each moment was a gaping wound in her soul where one third of her most fundamental self had vanished.)
“You’re my little sister, Feyre,” Nesta is helpless to say anything else.
Frustration etches itself into the furrow between Feyre’s brows. “I know—”
"You went into that camp to save Elain. Why can't I save you?" Nesta cuts in, fierce and pissed. “I don’t know why Mother told you to take care of us instead of Father. Instead of me. The old bitch was hateful and feverish and dying. But you’re my little sister. Mine.”
She doesn’t look, but Nesta can tell Feyre is staring with wide eyes. So is Nyx. She hugs the baby as tightly as she can without upsetting him and drops a kiss into his night-dark hair.
It’s not even some bizarre, animalistic Fae possessiveness. It’s just Nesta.
She thinks about beasts and splintered doors and walking for days in the snow to an invisible wall she can’t climb.
“You’re mine, Feyre. Just like Elain is. That makes Nyx mine too. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clearer for you.”
“I didn’t make it easy.” Feyre’s voice is soft, gentle. When Nesta opens her mouth to argue, not bothering to lift her nose away from Nyx’s baby-sweet scent, she cuts her off, “He is yours, you know.”
“Oh?” Nesta keeps her face buried in Nyx’s waves, the pattern a perfect match to hers and Feyre’s.
“Rhys says he can feel it on him,” Feyre says. “Some sort of imprint a parent’s magic leaves on their young. Subtle enough that I can’t even tell yet.”
“An imprint?” That is Fae, and the choking, painful feeling in her throat abates at Nesta’s nose-wrinkling bemusement.
“Mhmm. Apparently Nyxie has three magical signatures instead of two, thanks to whatever you did that day.”
That day.
Nesta tries not to snap, Oh, you mean the day your fool mate killed you?
“And what does Rhys have to say about me—” She coughs instead. “—co-mothering his child?”
Feyre laughs. “Oh, he’s delighted. I think he dreaded having to be the strict parent, or having to find a reliable sitter now that Elain is moving out, but with Aunt Essa involved…”
“Please.” Nesta scoffs, discomfort forgotten. “Get Nesta Out of My Sight Before I Fucking Kill Her isn’t going to be the strict parent?”
“Well,” Feyre says. She looks like she regrets helping Cassian share that memory with her.
“And let’s not talk about you, Feyre Archeron,” she says. “I remember all the dried deer tripe we could have sold for chickens.”
She hears Feyre swallow back a gag. Victory.
“Chickens might not lay in the winter,” Feyre tells her weakly. She probably has a point, and fuzzy-headed starvation certainly didn’t help any of them make the most logical decisions, but Nesta knows they all would have preferred meal after meal of pickled eggs rather than jaw-destroying jerky. Hindsight, and all that.
(The one good thing that damned Cauldron had done for her, Nesta can admit now, was fixing her ruined molars.)
Little hands reach up for her, and Nesta bounces Nyx on her lap. “You see, Uncle Cassian and Aunt Essa are a package deal, Nyx. And what does Uncle Cassian do?”
“Nesta, please…” Feyre says, but it’s too late.
Nesta claps Nyx’s little hands together, as if he really has answered her question. “Yes! Uncle Cassian gives babies little baby swords for Solstice!”
She leans down, forsaking all of her primness to blow a messy raspberry on Nyx’s crumb-covered cheek. She blows all of her anger out with it, until all that's left is the chest-cracking feeling of the love she can barely contain for her family.
When she lifts the cookie away to wipe Nyx's mouth with a corner of the tablecloth, a bit of icy, silver power tickles her finger.
#nesta archeron#nyx#feyre archeron#rhysand#elain archeron#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#the story where nyx gets a little bit of nesta's unholy power#feysand#nessian#my fics#feyre#nesta#elain#(sorry i'm tagging for my own messed up tag system now)#rhys#a court of silver flames fic
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tw - sa mention, noncon mention, dark content discussed briefly but not explicitly
hi okay sorry for the unfathomable amount of bullshit clogging the tags the past few days. i keep seeing it labelled as gilfhub drama which is pissing me off as i haven’t said anything at all, i’ve stayed quiet throughout unless you follow me and read my posts. while i haven’t outwardly inserted myself into the situation im the one being witch hunted ig, i’m making one last statement which sounds way too serious for this corny and unserious situation.
anyway, i'm mostly making this for my own benefit, because i would feel more at peace after posting this lmfao. first of all, I’m being called a pedophile which is a fucking insanely serious claim to make with no concrete evidence! i’ve never written underage characters. if you’ve mistaken my ddlg content as pedophillia i beg you to get your brain checked! your skull must be so thick it couldn’t be caved in with a baseball bat. other than that i mainly write about LEGAL age gaps bc I am 19 and leon is fucking 47 as of now he is the creep actually.
i’m being called a rapist and a paedophile and all sorts of shit. im a victim of sa, it’s happened both at the hands of someone i trusted and at the hands of those i didn’t know well. some of my writing is to cope with this, none of my fics have ever romanticised rape and made it seem like something flowery and cute and fun? i don’t know who pulled that out of their ass but my fics that involve this sort of content are usually about toxic codependent relationships, it’s quite literally about trauma bonding.
this moves me onto my next point - people say this content belongs on ao3 and ao3 only. i don’t know if you’re 11 and new to the internet, to re fandom in fact, as dead dove has been a consistent theme within re fics since forever. since i was a kid i saw fics like that and even as a fucking 10 year old i managed to scroll and mind my business. tumblr has always had dead dove, when it rebranded and the guidelines changed they messed up their tagging system. this means that even if you tag tw incest it’ll remove your fic from the TAGS not from tumblr itself but from the tags as a whole. however, if you tag tw noncon your fic will stay up, it’s glitchy and dumb and shouldn’t be seen as a reliable source on why dead dove isn’t allowed on tumblr. that’s never been the case ever.
people who write dead dove don’t have to be victims and they don’t have to be mentally ill, they are also normal people with jobs who pay taxes and have normal fucking lives. because it’s simply fiction. people who read/watch american psycho are not murderers or rapists. people who watch any form slasher horror are not murderers. people who enjoy resident fucking evil and like wesker don’t fucking believe in eugenics. i could go on and on and on and on about so many different examples in extremely popular franchises.
as aforementioned, tumblr’s tagging system fucking sucks, so to combat this i give a warning even AFTER i explicitly tag my fics correctly that says ‘tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.’ for some reason I didn’t specify remove from the TAGS not from TUMBLR because tumblr doesn’t care 😭 that was totally my mistake for not checking if that disclaimer made sense but i guess i hoped the following sentence (‘as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags’) made it clear that i was simply speaking about tags. not tumblr removing my content.
if you are genuinely adults on this app, you should know that on the internet sometimes you will see things you don’t like! because it’s the internet and everyone is on here with their own opinions and their own tastes. it is YOUR responsibility to cater to your own needs by blocking content you don’t enjoy. so what another dark content blog pops up? as soon as you see a content warning you don’t like, BLOCK THE AUTHOR? or ignore it! scrolling is very simple. it’s insanely easy to mind your fucking business.
i'm kind of tired of the endless harassment both in the tags and in my inbox! if you are genuinely doing this in the name of victims and in their best interest just know you’re harming other victims in the process 😭 i am not easily triggered but the shit in my inbox is really gross and i got called a racial slur like… is fictional content that’s easy to block so deep to the point where you have to stoop that low? everyone copes how they cope, it’s not wrong and it never will be, psychologists recommend dark content as an outlet, you can literally google this. therapy is not a fix, it can’t fix mental illness. sometimes it doesn’t help. in my case counselling made everything worse. the ‘get help, get therapy’ comment comes from a place of privilege, not all of us have the money, the support system it takes to get therapy. some of us have had experiences where therapists discriminate against us. in my case that has happened, im a woc in britain they don’t care about us not about our psychical or mental health LMFAO.
im sure im missing a lot of what i originally wanted to say here, but overall i honestly wanted to clear my name of the pedo allegations lmfao because i’ve never written anything like that about underage characters or readers. anyway if any of you have a brain you can block dark content creators in a few easy steps! sorry again for yapping in such a formless, inarticulate way but i'm kind of exhausted by all the stupidity 😭
overall, dark content creators shouldn’t be allocated a little hovel in the corner of the internet in which they should privately discuss matters. we’re allowed to post it freely because CONTENT WARNINGS EXIST. dead dove will always be a thing and always has been. just because i post my content doesn’t mean it’s open for harassment and death threats and rape threats or anything? you can be an adult and get on with your day! and if you really need an outlet go talk to friends with the same opinions as you! i see ooc leon fluff all the time everyday and i don’t give a shit, i move on because leon isn’t real.
i pride myself on characterisation and if you have so obsessively read my fics to point out and circle random words in red that don’t correlate like we’re in a fucking crime show, then you would know that half the time i actually flesh out his character, i hate posting smut alone. i simply like exploring topics that are dark both to cope with my own problems and because i think they’re interesting to write about. however, as soon as something is mildly dark and sexual you guys cry mischaracterisation. leon also isn’t lighting candles and throwing rose petals but I don’t fucking judge what people write because if I don’t like I don’t read!
i promise, posting screenshots of my fics untagged with no warning is more harmful as you’re showing it to people who didn’t ask to fucking see it. i promise that harassing me will do nothing for you, you’re literally just sending vile shit to a real person who has struggled with the things she writes about LMFAO sorry again for yapping. i genuinely want to move on and post my regular shit but this has consumed the entire leon tag and i feel like im partly responsible. if you did get through this thank you! it’s mainly just ramblings and not read over so excuse me once again
#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy imagine#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#tw sa mention#tw discourse
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Every breath you take. Every move you make
A/N: I'm trying to organize it. I'm enjoying it so far and I must practice my writing. I'm a comic book artist (writer and illustrator), and i'm slowly getting back on using Tumblr and writing fanfiction, english is not my first language. Feedback is welcome and THANK YOU so much for reading me <3
i think this would be between Bodyguard and We fight and breakup, We kiss and make up. it's a bit complicated to insert Reader on the episodes, sorry if it's a little messy. I prefer it much more whe we have more dialogues.
if you havent noticed, i love taking the titles from songs. This here is Every Breath you Take, by The Police.
pairing: maya lopez x reader
AFAB reader
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Arriving at Tamaha was the easy part. All you needed was a map and follow the track you put on Maya's prosthetic leg. You took the risk of her changing it, getting another. But you thought it'd be easy for her to steal another motorbike, or get a new phone than getting a prosthetic leg that fit her just right. Though you thought you could just put it on her favorite boots, you'd still pick the prosthetic leg. Something she couldn't just get rid of in a second.
As you drove an old Honda you'd keep yourself distant, the last thing you'd want now would be for Maya to find out you were following her. The only reason you knew about Tamaha at all was because she had told you before, when you were closer and she hadn't tried to kill Fisk yet. Before she broke your heart by running away without saying goodbye.
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Watching Maya from afar was not difficult for you, as a Black Widow, you knew how to become invisible. But it hurt to see her so close yet so far from what you once had. You held yourself back as you watched stupid Vickie and those girls kidnap her, your blood boiling in your veins. But you knew better than to stop them at it, curious at what the hell they were trying to do.
As you followed Maya's steps for the past few days, you took notes of your date ideas. "Her uncle owns a skating park!", you said
to yourself, way too excited for the possibility of skating with Maya, holding her hand at the sound of Love is in the Air by John Paul Young. Your fantasy came to an end when you saw Boonie being taken. You couldn't help a smile though. "Not like I wanted to meet you. But we have a girl's night some day, yeah?', you thought.
Temptation ate your insides. You wanted to help Maya, to give her some support and beat Vicky until he begged you to stop and apologized to your Maya. But you couldn't risk much more than you had already. If leaving New York wasn't an indication your relationship was on the line, taking her as a princess and fighting her dragons would set fire to it all.
You kept tracking Maya on your phone, watching her wander around the room through your phone screen. When Zane arrived with his gang you couldn't help but rolling your eyes at him. You hated him, he seemed to think too high of himself and you didn't like the way he chewed on toothpicks, stinking like testosterone.
You took the time to enter the place and watch Maya from a tiny bit closer. You understood Vickies plan and it didn't take a genius to put two and two: he wouldn't get out of it alive. Stupid Vickie.
Zane's group filled the skating area, talking to Henry and Boonie. When Vickie got shot you rolled your eyes again. "Such a mess", you thought. "Where is Maya Lopez?", stupid Zane asked and Dragula by Rob Zombie screamed from the sound system all of a sudden.
You had to hold yourself not to cheer aloud, trying to keep softly headbanging your head through the music. You loved that song, Maya knew.
You started wondering if she chose that one because she knew you liked it and it made her think of you. Were you being delusional? Also, wasn't it too loud?
Oh, right. It doesn't bother her.
You got in the laser tag maze enjoying the music, taking a few man down cautiously so that Maya wouldn't find out you were there. You wore a mask in case one of them recognized you decided to tell on you, if they survived. You caugth her kicking their asses by the corner of your eye and almost ran to her, to tell her how great she looked while fighting, how you missed her and how much of a wimp you were for her. But that'd ruin your plans and instead of a heart-eyes Maya, you'd get broken ribs or a broken heart. Again.
The fight was getting fun but they seemed like ants around a sugarcane, always coming for more. Maya threw herself and one of those man through the wall and you felt the urge to kiss her. She fought all of them, with guns first and the with her own wrists. It made you gawk at her, your heart beating faster. You were flustered. She used the pistol wires as a whip and you moaned in your mind. "That's kinda sexy.", you thought, taking a mental note of how much of Catwoman she resembled. You'd tell her later.
The jacket trick got you biting your lip, and you almost aplaused her flawless aim.
But then Zane brought Boonie and you grunted. "Asswhole.", you mumbled.
They gathered again, around Maya and Henry, guns on their heads. But you were ready too. With your gun in hand and your eyes on them, it'd take Zane down with a buttlet to the head in no time.
But his phone rang and his plans changed. And so did yours.
You watched Boonie leave and had to stop yourself from offering some ice to put on her face. Poor girl, getting punched like that for free. When Maya went back inside, you made up your mind about what to do next. After tonight's events, you had to talk to her.
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miss you (part 3)
please find the other parts via my masterlist or the #sh0ek0 tag, I'm having some trouble with my posts not showing up in the tags and I think the links are messing this up
genre: angst, smut, dark content, all over the place
content warning: 18+ !MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT! As I forgot to mention in part I + II: aged up characters OF COURSE (college setting), mentions of alcohol and drug use, name calling, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, violent behavior, emotional abuse, choking, dj!choso, rough!megumi, hints of narcissism, obvious mental problems, maddy and nate (euphoria) kinda dynamic, euphoria inspired dialogue, DARK CONTENT, I really don’t know how to do these content notes, I’m sorry, I’m trying
pairing: Choso x Reader, Megumi x Reader (kinda???)
word count: about 10k
recommended songs: Miss You - Southstar / Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey (sim0ne & Melo Nada Remix) / Search & Rescue - Drake / Teenage Fever - Drake / Star67 - Drake
Everything just felt so wrong. It was so hot down here and you were constantly bumping into people. The alcohol in your blood was making you dizzy with every step you took through the crowd and it was definitely messing with your sense of balance. You felt kind of nervous, but it was your own fault.
You were the one who hid in your bed for a whole week, your anxiety now at an all-time high.
And you were the one who accepted all those drinks that Yuji had mixed for you upstairs.
However, those drinks seemed to fulfil their promise of freeing you from your inner torment, and as soon as the people around you were starting to look a little blurry, you start to move to the loud music blaring from the speakers.
I don't ever wanna see you / And I never wanna meet you again / One thing / When you're angry, you're a jerk / And then you treat me like I'm worth nothin'
"This track goes so hard."
You open your eyes as you hear a familiar voice screaming in your ear. You see Nobara grinning from ear to ear as she dances to the music, the parts of her body that are not covered were glistening with sweat as the fluorescent lights hit her skin. She looked so damn beautiful.
How much you loved your friends.
This time it was Maki who dragged Nobara and you along with her to a house party off campus so the three of you found yourself in some guys huge basement, loud techno music blasting from the speakers and lots of sweaty people pressing up against each other. It was hot and completely dark except for a few neon lights that made it possible to at least distinguish a few faces.
Not a single person down here seemed to be in any real control of their senses anymore, most of them were completely out of it already, while you could only imagine what kind of drugs they had in their systems by now. But hey, it was none of your business and you wouldn't judge, so the only thing that mattered was that the three of you were having a fantastic time.
I don't ever wanna see you / And I never wanna meet you again / It’ll happen again / I watch it happen over and over again
Another thing that brought you down here to this shady basement was a rumor that this new DJ was doing a pretty good job. And you knew he was pretty cute too - from where you were standing you could see his face hidden behind a MacBook screen, his hands effortlessly dancing across the array of buttons, knobs and sliders in front of him. Watching him, his body moving in sync with the music, his head bobbing as he worked his magic, you couldn't help but notice how good he looked. His lip was visibly split from last weekend's events and the pale hint of a black eye still marked his skin, but if you were being honest, it made him look even hotter.
You find yourself staring in his direction for a second too long and before you can look away, his eyes lock with yours and you see the realization in them just seconds later.
You feel a jolt of electricity run through your veins as your eyes lock.
Choso turns his eyes back to the DJ set in front of him a few times, but each time he looks up, you can feel him searching for you in the crowd. You can feel his gaze sticking to you like the bodies of Nobara and Maki who were dancing near you.
The heat around you envelops you like a suffocating blanket, while the bass pounds through the walls, pulsing in your chest and guiding your movements.
Don't try to find me / I’m better left alone than in this / It doesn't surprise me / Do you really think that I could care? / If you really don't like me / Find somebody else, it could be anyone else out there
The next time you turn in his direction, it was you who sought his gaze, flashing him a mischievous grin as your eyes locked again.
Choso raises an eyebrow, but the grin on his lips gives him away. He winks at you, and as you continue to watch, you notice him smiling to himself as his hands skillfully move over the equipment, fading the old track into a new one. A few people immediately start to cheer.
Say yes to Heaven / Say yes to me / If you dance I’ll dance / d-dance / I’ve got my eye on you / you / you / you
The moment you recognise the song, a squeal escapes your lips. Your hips sway effortlessly from side to side, perfectly in sync with the rhythm. Nobara has her arms loosely wrapped around your neck, joining in and mirroring your every move.
Choso knew you loved this song.
You fell in love with it the first time you both heard it. That was a few weeks ago in his and Yuji's apartment, you were talking about music and you told him that you absolutely adored Lana Del Rey. It seems that he didn't forget that, because he mixed the song into something completely different, but just as beautiful.
You couldn't help but think that it felt like he'd done that for you.
But did he?
Either way, he's managed to sweep you off your feet with a little gesture like that, and you can't remember the last time a man did that for you.
It feels like hours have passed before you realise that another DJ has taken over. As the current track slowly fades out into a new one, you notice how the vibe changes and most of the people who came for something with more bpm start to leave to go back upstairs.
Nobara grabs your hand and pulls you with her, Maki follows.
"Hey, I like that song—", you protest but Nobara and Maki were on a mission to get some fresh air.
You notice how fast your heart was beating as the three of you make your way to the stairs, the pounding music slowly fading into the background.
"That was so good," Nobara sighs and you nod in agreement, still dizzy from all the sensations around you that your drunken brain was having trouble processing, "Choso did a damn good job, I didn't even know he could do that."
"Neither did I," you add, leaning down to take a sip from the straw in Maki's drink, "but he has skilled hands, so it makes sense."
"Oh shut up," Maki groans and you take the drink from her. You couldn't really tell what was in it, but you've reached a point where everything tastes the same to you anyway.
"I still don't understand why those idiots prefer to stay upstairs with Gojo and Getou and play beer pong," Nobara sneers, making you laugh. She was so right.
"Well, they missed a healing experience," you say, staying close to the two girls while more and more people leave the basement, "I thought all I needed was some random guy to fuck me in the bathroom to get Megumi out of my head, but actually this was just as good."
Nobara turns around and stares at you in shock as you take a sip of the unknown drink, causing you both to burst out laughing.
"A win is a win, I guess," she says and you high-five her.
"I'm actually so proud of you," Maki says, nudging your side before wrapping her arm around your waist.
You were surprised at how easy it was for you to talk about him. You hadn't heard from him in well over a week, and you weren't about to keep feeding your own delusion by telling yourself that that hookup in his car was enough to rekindle your relationship. The two of you were over, and not just since he had dropped you off at your apartment at 4am last weekend. Those had been empty words, everything he had said to you that night. You had lied to yourself, thinking you could change his mind by having sex with him. He hadn't even waited until you were safely inside, instead you heard his tires squealing right after you slammed the door of his car shut.
"Who says you can't have both?" a deep voice whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Well, that was embarrassing.
You immediately recognise his voice.
Maki and Nobara start to giggle while you just freeze. They couldn't possibly have understood what he was saying at this volume, but the suggestiveness in his voice was enough to make you blush.
You turn and look up at Choso, who was looking back at you with a smirk on his lips. Up close, he looked even more battered than before, but you refrain from saying anything. An apology wouldn't help him and Megumi didn't look too good either.
He hugs you briefly, his hand remaining on your lower back even after you pulled away.
"Your set was great," you say, suddenly feeling a bit shy. Even though you meant it, you just wanted to fill the awkward silence. The fact that Maki and Nobara were standing right behind you didn't help, and Choso caught you so off guard that you didn't really know what to say or do.
In the end, overthinking was what you did best.
Choso smiles at your comment and you catch his eyes roaming over your body for a second.
"Thanks, I could see you enjoyed it," he replies, looking you straight in the eye.
You can barely stand his gaze, your face could hardly get any redder and just as you open your mouth to say something, he clears his throat, his hand still on your back.
"Let's go upstairs, I need something to drink," he motions to Maki and Nobara to take the lead, "it's so damn hot down here."
"Oh, it really is," Nobara says, taking Maki's hand and dragging her through the crowd and up the stairs.
You and Choso follow, him being so gentle as he makes sure you don't bump into anyone, as you still have trouble walking a straight line in your knee high boots.
"Oh - careful," he says, catching you just before you could stumble up the stairs, "you know I'd do anything to get that goddamn asshole out of your head, but you really can't make me take advantage of a drunk girl."
Again, the words were only meant for you as you fell back against his chest, strong arms holding you, his hot breath brushing your neck, his lips just below your ear.
He managed to get you up, and once you were both surrounded by even more people and loud music, you turn to face him.
"I might be drunk, but I'm not a girl," you say, looking at him challengingly.
"Oh," he laughs, "did I miss anything?" He looks at you for a moment, the grin never leaving his lips.
You just glare back at him.
"Fine, excuse me, ma'am," he says, making you giggle.
"But you are drunk," he observes.
"Then let's get even more drunk together," you decide, taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen.
"Sounds like a plan," Choso says, laughing, "Lead the way."
If you had turned around, you would have seen the adoration with which he looked at you. At that moment, he would have followed you anywhere.
Maki was already sitting on the kitchen counter and Nobara was standing next to her, giggling at something she said. The two were drinking from red plastic cups when Yuta made his way over to them, waving at you.
You wave back at him before you look around to see Yuji still mixing cocktails.
You and Choso push past some people to keep Yuji company, who hands you both two cups. Yuji grins as you taste his secret recipe and you immediately grimace. Right now you can definitely taste more than four different kinds of alcohol and that should be enough of a statement to make a final judgement about his creation
"I mean, it does it’s job but please don't ever start bartending anywhere," you groan and take another sip.
"Yeah, listen to her," Choso says, but he empties his drink before you do.
"Hey, don't hurt me like that," Yuji protests, "you weren't complaining earlier, though."
"Well yeah," you say, "But I don't take any responsibility for the fact that you had the plan to get me drunk."
"Oh, I would never do such things," the pink-haired boy says, pouring another cup for Choso before changing the subject.
"My brother was doin’ a pretty good job down there in that basement, huh?"
"Yes, he definitely was," you gush as he reminds you, "but where were you? You missed something."
"Oh, I didn't," he replies, "I was right next to him, watching all the magic happen right in front of me."
"Really?" The music changes and you had to shout over it.
"Yeah, but I guess you only had eyes for someone else," Yuji grins, making you blush.
You sip from your cup, cheeks red and the grin still on your lips, but you don't say anything, instead looking up at Choso.
"I'm going outside for a smoke, join me if you want," he says in a low voice, letting go of your hand, only now realising that you've been holding it the whole time.
You nod and watch him until he disappears through the kitchen door and out onto the patio. You see him join Gojo and Getou who had been sitting outside with Hakari, Kirara, Nanami and Haibara for a while. Before Choso could even sit down, Hakari was already holding a joint out to him.
Yuji snaps you out of your thoughts and you take another sip of your drink.
"Hey, what's going on, huh?"
You weren't sure what he was hinting at.
"What?" you ask, trying to concentrate on what he is saying.
"You and my brother," he replies, getting straight to the point, "what's going on with you two?"
"I don't know," you say, not even lying, "nothing? Something? I don't think I can say."
"Mhm," Yuji pauses and looks around before turning back to you, "Megumi's here tonight, I saw him earlier."
"Great," you say and put down your cup, "I don't care."
"I think I've heard that before," he sighs while looking at you with worry in his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I don't really care," you say, slightly disappointed, "he doesn't care about me either."
"I doubt that," Yuji tells you, without specifying what exactly he doubted.
You lean against the counter next to him and watch the people standing around in the kitchen. Most of them were talking, shouting at each other over the loud music, dancing or laughing.
You had already drunk a lot and no decision you would make now would be a good one. Your senses were far too clouded for that, but you needed that kind of ease, you wanted to turn off your racing thoughts. So you didn't have too many options, either you could bang your head against the wall to stop thinking about him, or…
"Let's do some shots," you suggest, almost immediately hearing Yuji groan. You grab a bottle of tequila from the bar and pour yourself and Yuji two glasses.
"What about lemon or salt?", Yuji protests, but you just clink glasses with him.
"What an amateur," you retort, raising the glass to your lips, downing the contents and immediately refilling it, "works just fine without it."
"I hate you," you hear Yuji groan as he does the same, "this is fucking disgusting."
You both start to laugh at Yuji's disgusted expression. The tequila burns as it runs down your throat and you realize just how much you overdid it already.
But wasn't that half the fun? You always had the best nights when you and Maki would stumble into your apartment early in the morning, still completely drunk, with Yuta struggling to somehow try and get you two into your beds.
You start to refill your glasses when Yuji puts the half-empty bottle aside and looks at you with that worried look on his face. Before you can protest or tell him off for looking at you like that, someone else catches your attention.
That couldn’t be.
"Oh, he wouldn't do that…", you say under your breath, completely in disbelief, "that fucking..."
Yuji holds you by your wrist. The two of you just stand there and watch as Megumi stumbles into the kitchen.
He was holding the hand of a blonde stranger. A stranger, at least until she turns around and sits down on the kitchen island in the middle of the room. You see Maki and Nobara turn to them as well, with Yuta looking at you instead.
You recognize the blonde girl right away.
And just when you think this scene couldn't get any more absurd, you watch as Megumi kisses Yue. Yue, the girl from the party last weekend, the one who went to the same class as you. The girl who tried to stop you from looking for Megumi.
The girl who was so "worried" about you.
"What the fuck," you curse, trying to free yourself from Yuji's grip, "I'm going to fucking claw her eyes out, I fucking mean it."
Yuji was the only one who could hear you, loud music was still blaring from several speakers throughout the house.
"Am I fucking dreaming?" you yell over the music, "fucking let me go Yuji, I'm gonna..."
"That's his ex-girlfriend." Yuji says. Nothing else, just 'That’s his ex-girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend?
"I saw him talking to her right after he tried to beat up Choso," he adds.
He didn’t. That couldn’t be—
"No, he..." That couldn’t be true.
"I saw his car outside her dorm the morning after the party when I was walking over to football practice."
It took you a moment to process this information.
"He didn't..." You wanted to throw up. Maybe it was just the tequila, but there was still the tiny chance that this bizarre scene was to blame for you suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.
"Get a fucking room, you disgusting piece of shit." You hear Nobara screaming over the music while Megumi and Yue were tightly entwined, standing right in the middle of the fucking room.
You were still standing next to Yuji, leaning against the kitchen counter and if looks could kill, the two of them would probably have turned to dust by now. You stared at Megumi, watching him as his hands wandered up her thighs and ass, caressing her waist while they made out as if they were the only people in the room.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, your eyes met.
You could swear he was looking you straight in the eye as his lips trailed down her neck. His eyes were as dark as ever, almost pitch black, and if you were being honest you couldn't be sure if he was just drunk or if he took something else. Even by his standards, the show he was putting on was truly out of character
If that was one of his sick fucking games he liked to play he definitely did not give you a heads-up. What was he trying? Getting back at you for last weekend? What was he trying to achieve? And Yue was his ex-girlfriend? How come you're only finding out now, and how did she have the audacity to even look you in the eye last weekend, let alone try to comfort you?
"You don’t threaten someone you love with a gun."
Well, good for her that he was obviously treating her completely fucking different.
He seemed unfazed by Nobara's comment, and after your brief eye contact, he closed his eyes again, focusing entirely on the blonde in front of him.
You were almost boiling with rage and the faces you made, made it really difficult to hide your anger.
"Let go of me," you say again with such emphasis that Yuji actually let go of your wrist.
"Don't do anything stupid," he says, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.
"Oh, I would never." Your voice dripped with sarcasm.
'Don’t do anything stupid.' - You didn't even know what to do. For a moment you thought about going up to Yue and ripping out her ugly blonde extensions and telling Megumi how pathetic he was, but instead you did...
Nothing.
You gave Nobara and Maki a quick look, then turned on your heel and stormed out the kitchen door. The cool night air helped you to calm down and it managed to clear the chaos in your head a little.
You take a quick look around before you realize that Choso is still sitting outside with the others, who have spread out over the various seating areas on the patio.
You walk over to them with a determined stride, Kirara sees you from afar and greets you, causing Choso to turn around in your direction. He was sitting comfortably in a two-seater and as he looked at you, you immediately notice his heavy eyelids and dark red eyes. You smile at him and as soon as he realizes it was you, a wide grin appears on his lips.
He makes some room for you, but before he could move to the side you were already sitting next to him, leaning against him, your legs casually stretched across his lap. Not averse to the sudden physical contact, he puts his arm, which had been resting on the back of the two-seater, around your waist and his other hand on your thigh.
"Hi," he says quietly, "what took you so long?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me," you whisper back, "your brother really hates tequila and I felt bad for making him do shots with me."
Choso laughs, not asking any more questions.
"But I’m here now," you say, placing a hand on his chest, "guess I missed you."
"Did you smoke already?", you tease, looking up at him.
"Well, do I look like it?", he asks, that big grin not leaving his lips.
"Mhm, couldn’t tell," you lie while trying your best to hide your feelings from him.
You turn to look at the others and notice that Kirara is watching you. Gojo also looks at you from time to time, his gaze wandering from Choso's hand on your thigh to your hand on his chest. He raises an eyebrow, but you ignore him.
"Hi, y/n," Kirara says with a warm smile on their lips, "how are you? I missed you in class this week."
You could feel that they was really just concerned about you. After all, Kirara had been at the party last weekend as well.
"Yes, I'm better, I think," you answer and try to fake a smile, "Thanks for asking.
Kirara smiles at you again, "I can send you all the important stuff we did. It's not much though."
You watch as Hakari pulls them closer to him, his large body making them look so much smaller in comparison. Hakari and Kirara were one of your two favourite couples, the other one being Yuta and Maki, of course. He adored Kirara and wasn’t afraid to show that every chance he got.
You hear Getou clear his throat and you turn your gaze away from the two to look at him. You see that he is holding a joint out to you.
"You want some?", he asks and you politely decline.
"Oh, no, I think I need to chill for a bit." You smile at him. Your head was already spinning and you couldn't handle the sensation of another drug right now.
"Come on, you've got to try it, Hakari brought the good stuff," Gojo says, making you think for a moment before you reach out for Getou's hand.
"You're so easy to convince," you hear Gojo snort. He grins at you as you take a drag, but you just stick out your tongue.
"Or, maybe you’re just really convincing," you tell him, taking another drag before passing it to Choso.
"I'll remind you who's easy later tonight," Getou says, coming to your defence. You and the others break into laughter at his comment and watch as Gojo crosses his arms over his chest.
You hear the two of them start bickering and notice that the others, Hakari, Kirara, Nanami and Haibara, were also returning to their heated conversation.
"Did something happen in there?", Choso asks a little while later. He was observant even when he wasn't. Of course he had noticed something. You sigh, Hakari has just handed you the joint again and you hold it between your fingers. You take a drag, then a second one.
"Yeah," you say, blowing out thick, white smoke, "but I really just want to forget about it."
It had already worked. Since you went outside, you had pushed the thought of Megumi and Yue far away from you. It was all so confusing, this time you couldn't understand what his motive could be. Of course he was angry that you had made out with Choso at the party last weekend, but you two had broken up. Why had he waited for you that night in the first place, was he really so shallow that all he wanted from you was sex? And what did he need you for anyway if he had spent the night with her after he dropped you off?
The look he gave you earlier had been intentional. He wanted to make sure you were watching him, no doubt about that.
"It doesn't seem to be working very well," Choso says as you rest your head on the arm he has wrapped around you. You look up at him as your hand moves to caress his cheek for a moment but as soon as you notice, you pull it back. Even though Choso doesn't seem to mind. It just felt natural, you wanted to touch him as you enjoyed the feel of his hand on your skin as well.
"Being with you helps," you say, without breaking eye contact. That was the truth. Being with him felt peaceful, you didn't have to be afraid that he would snap at any moment, at something you said or did.
You didn't even notice that Nanami and Haibara had already gone inside, presumably to leave the party. Only when Hakari puts out the joint and says goodbye to take Kirara home, you look away from Choso to look at the others.
Gojo does not make any effort to leave until Getou gets up, standing next to Gojo and looking at him expectantly.
"Come on, Satoru," you hear Getou say, "it's almost two o'clock, we have training tomorrow."
"Yes, but not until ten," the man with the white hair replies, not understanding why he should move now. Getou gives him a meaningful look and Gojo's eyes widen as he rose to his feet.
"Oh, uh - let's see what's going on inside then, I guess," he says, propping himself up on his knees to get out of the chair he was sitting in, "see you guys."
Getou waves goodbye before pushing Gojo in front of him towards the patio door.
You’re all alone now, besides a few people standing outside and talking. You admire the night sky for a moment while neither of you says a word. It’s so quiet outside, peaceful even.
"Just the two of us, huh?", you say as you look up at Choso. You think for another moment but then, before he's has a chance to even say anything, you kiss him.
Choso wasn’t exactly surprised and instead kissed you back. His hand, which had just rested on your thigh, moved a little further up until it cupped your ass, moving up under your tiny skirt in a swift motion.
You put your hand on his chest to support yourself and Choso pulls away for a brief moment.
"You're so beautiful," he mutters, looking down at you through heavy eyelids and making you giggle, "I missed you."
Then, your lips meet again. You move to straddle his lap, now sitting on top of him you were the one looking down at him.
"You’re not so bad yourself, y’know," you whisper into his ear as you cradle his face in your hands, your thumb gently caressing the split in his lip.
When he said he missed you, you knew what he meant.
Because you did, too.
Last weekend wasn't the first time you two had kissed. When Megumi had broken up with you, Maki had to study for some important exams and you had forbidden her from rotting with you in your depression cave. To make it easier for her, you had taken yourself out for a few evenings to Yuji’s place. He welcomed you with open arms in his new apartment, which he had just moved into with his brother. This was also the first time you got to know Choso properly, away from parties or those few casual encounters on campus.
It started innocently enough, your movie nights, the two of them watching every romcom with you that you had picked out beforehand. However, Yuji usually had training the next day, so he had to go to bed early. Choso promised to drive you home later, and as soon as Yuji disappeared into his room, you moved on to other things. He showed you some new songs, and sometimes a friend of his would come over and Choso would sell him some weed.
And at the end of the night you would find yourself spread out on his black leather couch, with his head buried between your thighs.
It became a habit until Maki's exams were done and she wanted to spend more time with you.
You were glad that the couch you were sitting on had its back to the window in the kitchen, protecting you from the prying eyes of those who went outside to smoke or enjoy the cool night air. As you climbed onto Choso's lap, your skirt had risen up quite high, almost to your waist but you were past the point of caring what others would think.
You’re planting small kisses up his neck and jaw, watching him and how he enjoyed having you in his embrace. After a little while he pulls you into another kiss, this time you’re feeling exactly how hungry he was for you. You bite down on his bottom lip, hard, before you pull away for a moment to gasp for air. While you were grinding down on him, you could feel the thin fabric of your panties slowly getting coated with your slick as you were searching for some kind of friction.
"How about…", you pause, while kissing his neck up to his earlobe, feeling him slowly but surely getting hard beneath you.
"How about we take this inside, maybe look for an empty room?", you finish your sentence.
You didn't have to ask twice before Choso had already grabbed you. He had one arm around your waist, his other hand digging into your hips while you let out a little squeal before wrapping your legs around his middle. He carried you a few steps until he gently set you down in front of the door into the kitchen.
"You’re going to have to walk real close in front of me," he mutters into your ear as he turns you around to take the lead. You could feel how hard he was already as he was pressed up against you and you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark.
"I promise they’ll be way too drunk to notice," you say, "but let’s get inside and help you with that."
***
"Shit—" You hear Choso curse under his breath as he was standing behind you, pumping his dick in his fist a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He had you bent over the bathroom sink right in front of him, his other hand digging into the flesh of your hips, surely leaving bruises on your skin.
You hear a loud bang at the door, but decide to ignore it. The person could find another bathroom, you were sure the house was big enough to have a few other options. As the person knocks a second time, this time even louder than the first, you feel Choso getting impatient.
"What the—", he mutters, turning towards the door. "Fuck off," he shouts, getting distracted for just a second while you were so desperate for him to fuck you already. You scoot your ass back against him, feeling the leaking tip of his cock sliding through your dripping wet folds and turning his attention back to you.
"Hold - fuck - hold still," he groans before pushing you down with his hand on your back, holding you in place so you were unable to squirm under his touch.
"How about you hurry up a bit?", you tease from underneath him, earning yourself a slap on your ass almost immediately. You jerk forward a little, not expecting him to do that, but enjoying the stinging sensation to your skin all the same.
You let out a small moan as he pulls you back up against his chest, cupping your breast with one hand while pinching your nipple, "You’re in a hurry now, huh?", he groans and without giving you another heads-up, he pushes into you slowly.
He was stretching you out already without even being all the way in, locking eyes with you in the mirror before bottoming out completely, letting out a loud groan as he did.
Choso watches as your lips formed an O, needy moans escaping your mouth while he is thrusting into your wet pussy at a devilishly slow pace. You could feel the perfect curve and every ridge of his dick, stretching you out so well before he pulls out almost entirely, just the tip prodding at your needy hole.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers into your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. His hand squeezes your breasts and you moan at his request, his low voice going straight to your core, making you even wetter than you already were.
"Tell me, did you miss me?," he groans, not breaking eye contact with you, "did you miss my dick?" He plants kisses down your neck and before you could give him an answer he pushes into you again, picking up his pace this time. You cry out at the sudden sensation, the stretch making your eyes roll back while loud moans were falling from your lips.
"I miss— fuck…", you whine, "'missed you, 'missed your cock inside of me" You had to grab onto the edge of the sink, unable to form another thought besides how good it felt to have him bully his dick into you.
"Please…", you beg as he continues to fuck into you, holding your trembling body tight against his own.
He watches how your body reacts to him as he was pounding in and out of your pussy relentlessly, your walls squeezing down on his cock so hard he had to use everything he had to not cum into you right then and there.
"Look at you," he moans right into your ear, "look at yourself taking this dick so fucking good."
His hand that was just digging into the soft skin of your hips moves further down, his fingers meeting your slick just seconds after. His thumb starts drawing harsh circles on your clit, earning him a few loud moans that fell from your lips.
"Fuck— Choso, right there, plea—", you whine, eyes squinted shut, "please, 'wanna cum - fuck— don’t stop."
"I said look at yourself," Choso groans into your ear as you suddenly feel him pulling his hand away, forcing you to obey him and open your eyes. You swallow at the reflection you see in the mirror in front of you.
You were already looking so fucked out, mascara smeared along your undereyes. Your tiny denim skirt was dangling around your waist and that high neck, sleeveless crop top was pulled up above your breasts, squeezing them together.
"Good girl," he praises, pressing a kiss to your sticky temple while his fingertips continue to rub and pinch at your clit without any mercy. You cry out, louder than anticipated, and watch how tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes.
It was too much for you, you were barely able to contain yourself beneath him and you felt yourself getting tighter around him with every harsh thrust of his hips against your ass. Thank god the music outside was so loud, the heavy bass lining up with the lewd noises the both of you made.
"Shit - you’re getting so fucking tight," he grunts before you hear low moans falling from his lips, "you wanna cum, pretty girl?"
All you can do is whine in response, as you already lost your ability to form meaningful sentences a while ago. "I’m gonna - gonna—", you cry, brows knit together at the overwhelming feeling of him hitting your cervix over and over again.
You watch how Choso stares at you through the reflection in the mirror, your body almost going limp as you feel your core tightening and the only thing you were being able to do was moan his name, again and again.
"Then cum for me, babygirl," he whispers, his fingertips circling your nipples and pinching your swollen clit while he fucks into your throbbing cunt, getting you closer and closer to your release, until…
"There you go," Choso coos as he feels your walls pulsating around him. Your fingernails claw and scratch at the arm that he had wrapped around you, while you were trying to hold onto something, anything…
Then your orgasm washes over you and it made your thighs shake almost immediately. Choso doesn't stop fucking you through your overwhelming peak, giving you no time to breathe until he finally cums into you as well, thick ropes of hot and sticky cum painting your pussy white while you had your eyes closed again and you hear him moan into your ear.
You lean back against his muscular chest as the two of you try to catch your breath, raspy moans and small whimpers fall from both of your mouths while neither of you was able to say anything.
You shiver as Choso slides out of you, goosebumps prickling across your body, before he turns you around and you open your eyes to look at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your legs almost too weak to stand on, but you manage to pull your top down, covering yourself up as Choso presses a kiss to your lips.
He helps adjusting your skirt after you put your panties back on, stumbling against him as you were standing on one leg.
"Careful—", he says and catches you, almost giving you a Déjà vu.
"You alway got my back, huh?", you ask playfully while you’re trying to fix your hair and makeup in the mirror.
"Doing my best," he chuckles, pulling up his pants and putting on the hoodie he took off earlier. The shirt he was wearing underneath had stains at the bottom - well, his fault for not taking it off as well. "Let’s get out before they break in the door."
You reach for your bag, now that you can stand in your knee-high boots without holding on to anything, and just as you are about to head for the door, Choso beats you to it.
He holds the door knob as he looks down at you.
"Hey, let’s do that again sometime," he grins and brushes a strand of hair out of your face, "and text me if you want me to get you home."
"You're a gentleman after all," you say and take his hand, grinning as you stand on your tiptoes to give him another kiss on the cheek. "Actually, 'lemme just find Nobara and tell her I’m leaving, I won’t be taking long," you mutter before pulling back.
"I’ll wait outside for you," Choso says after the both of you have left the bathroom. Not a lot of people were still left and those who were, were not paying attention to the both of you. You feel him squeeze your hand once more before he lets go of it and disappears into the hallway.
***
You try and make your way into the kitchen, as a familiar voice startles you.
"Stop using my brother to make him jealous," Yuji says, his voice unusually cold as he suddenly pulls up behind you.
You freeze and turn around, slowly.
"What?", you ask, not willing to believe what you’ve just heard.
"I'm sorry, y/n, but you heard me right," He was serious. Where had he suddenly come from? Had he seen or... heard you?
"It’s not - it’s not like that, I mean, I," you stammered, completely taken by surprise, "I’m not using Choso."
"Honestly, Y/N, I don't care what you say, I care about my brother, and all you've been doing lately is destroying yourself. You don't give a fuck about your friends, we're always here for you, and yet you go back to him every chance you get."
Ouch.
You could tell he was drunk. This was unusual for him, he was an athlete and although he liked to go to parties, he rarely drank alcohol himself, apart from a few shots for fun. And it took a lot to get Yuji drunk, you were speaking from experience.
The words that came out of Yuji's mouth hurt you. He was right, but none of your friends had called you out on your bullshit yet.
"I can't save you, Y/N. I've given up on that, but don't drag Choso into this. He has no bad intentions and he would actually treat you well, I know you don't want that." Yuji was so serious and you couldn't even argue with him because he was right.
"Your brother is a grown man," you reply coldly, not even able to look him directly in the eyes.
"Yeah, exactly, he’s a man. Plus - he likes you."
It wasn't as if you denied the way Choso looked at you with absolute adoration in his eyes. You knew he would move heaven and earth if you asked him for something, and even if he wasn't pushy, you could count on him. He was thoughtful and gentle, he knew what you liked and didn't like, and sex with him was fun, so what exactly were you missing?
"Listen, Yuji, this in none of your business," you say, trying your best to keep your calm, "I don’t need saving and your brother is perfectly capable of looking after himself, so—"
"Yeah, whatever," Yuji barks, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand that you only noticed now, "don't come back crying if he hits you again."
Wow.
You watch him leave as you realize that you've never seen your best friend so upset. You take a step back, startled by the feel of the wall behind you. You feel your way along the cold wall, down the dimly lit hallway, not sure where you want to go, but you wanted to get away from here. Looking for a door to get out, you pass a few couples making out.
You push down the door handles of a number of locked rooms and people coming towards you bumped into you. Some of them apologise, others look you up and down, whistling or shouting something at you, but your tunnel vision prevented you from noticing anything.
You had your guard down while the things Yuji had said to you played over and over again in your head.
Just as you reached the door at the end of the corridor, it was a glass door and you could see the starry night sky through it, someone slammed you hard into the wall. You were pushed into the chest of a much taller person who opened the door to your right with one hand and pushed you in with the other.
"Hey—", you protested, but you had no chance. The man was much stronger than you and at least two heads taller. The familiar scent that rose to your nostrils as you were pressed against his chest set off alarm bells ringing in your head.
And as you looked up, even the last doubts you naively had were erased.
"Megumi…", you gasp, and immediately try to get a few steps between the both of you. You hear him lock the door behind him and you instantly feel like a cornered animal. Your eyes scan the room for ways to escape, but unless you wanted to climb out the window, the door was the only way out.
He looked you straight in the eye, all emotion gone from his face. It was obvious that you, on the other hand, were scared. You hadn't seen anyone outside and you were alone in some guest bedroom that was located in a part of the house where you couldn’t even hear anymore music playing.
You clutched your bag and pulled your big leather jacket, which you had put on on the way out, tightly around you.
As if that would somehow protect you.
Megumi was still standing by the door, motionless. The grin on his lips never reached his eyes as he stared at you.
"I heard you were having fun in there," he says as you watch him closely.
Fuck.
"Yeah, and I want to leave now," you reply, trying your best to contain your voice, "why don’t you go back to Yue and leave me alone?"
"Mhm." He seems like he’s thinking about it for a moment. "I don’t think so."
You gather all your courage as you decide to walk towards him.
"Cut your bullshit, Megs," you demand, "let me out of here."
He grabs you roughly as you try to reach for the door, pushing you back into the room.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?", you hiss, not willing to hold back anymore.
"You show up here, with your ex-girlfriend, making out with her, in front of me, in front of all my friends, and when you don't get the reaction you want, you jump me?" You almost yell at him and he was still just standing there in front of you with no reaction.
"I'm not doing this anymore Megumi, this isn't one of your little games anymore," you add, on the verge of tears, "why are you doing this to me?"
"I'll do whatever I want to you," his voice was as calm as always, scaring the living shit out of you as he walks towards you.
"I don't care about Yue, she was just, well, there," he says, watching you closely, "I wanted to know if you meant any of what you were saying last weekend, but as soon as your cute ego gets hurt you’re letting the next best guy fuck you in the bathroom."
You feel tears prickling in your eyes, and your attempts to blink them away only cause them to trickle down your cheeks.
"Oh," he mocks you, "now you’re crying."
"Fuck you," you hiss and wipe the tears from your face.
When he was standing right in front of you, you could smell not only his familiar scent, but also the smell of alcohol as he spoke to you. He was tense, you could feel it, and in the darkness his eyes looked almost pitch black as he stared at you.
"Watch how you fucking talk to me," he says through clenched teeth, "just because you can't stand that you act like a fucking slut every time, just to get my attention."
What he said made you cry even more and you didn't bother trying to wipe off the tears anymore.
"I don’t wanna talk to you right now," you sob, but of course he doesn’t care what you want.
"But I wanna talk to you," he barks, grabbing you by your wrists as you try to shuffle away from him, "what is it about him that you go back for a second and a third, huh? Want me to beat him up for good this time?"
He was squeezing your wrists so hard that it hurt.
"I’ll kill him if he ever touches you again," he spits, "you fucking dirty whore."
You weren't sure what hurt more, his words, or the way he twisted your arms to bring you closer to his face.
"Shut the fuck up and leave me alone," you manage to get out, "you’re pathetic, I don’t need you."
You try to break free of his grip a second time, only this time he lets go of you to push you away from him. He does this with such force that you lose your balance and stumble backwards into the bed frame, which was now right behind you.
You land on the mattress and before you know it, you feel his hand clench around your throat, pulling you up to his eye level again. You have to stand on your tiptoes to take some of the pressure off your neck.
He didn’t squeeze much but it still hurt. His grip was strong as ever and you couldn't move, so you stayed still, hoping he wouldn't hurt you any more.
You grimaced in pain and tried to look him straight in the eye. Somehow he had to realize what he was doing, didn't he? He was delirious and that frightened you. You knew this kind of situation all too well and it made you freeze. There was nothing you could do about it, you could only beg him to stop or try and keep still.
"Megumi, please, I’m sorry, you’re— you’re right," you sob, cheeks wet with tears, "just let me go, please…"
Suddenly you feel his hand tighten around your throat, but you don't realize it until he grabs you by your neck and slams you right back into the mattress behind you, throwing you around like a rag doll. You have no time to react, you just feel a sharp pain as your head hits the headboard and then he finally presses down hard on your throat. You're helpless, gasping for air, barely able to process what he's just done.
"You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N," he fumes, shaking you and pushing you even deeper into the mattress, "you deserve to get treated exactly like the little fucking slut you are."
You whimper and cry, while hearing the blood rushing through your ears as you struggle against his grip.
Panic rises in you and you feel your eyes begin to sting with more hot tears running down your cheeks. In your desperate struggle you feel your muscles ache and your body give in, the shock knocking the last bit of air out of your lungs and you can't breathe, you know you're about to pass out.
"Tell me again who’s pathetic?" His face was right next to yours as he whispered into your ear, his body hovering over yours.
You couldn't stop crying, even though you couldn't even make a sound. You were sure he was going to kill you this time.
You had to fight back, but he was so much stronger than you.
"Megumi…", you groan.
"I— I need to—", you cough, desperately trying to claw at his arms, "breathe…please…stop—"
You cry and plead and try to free yourself, all while your strength slowly but surely leaves your body. And then, just milliseconds before you were about to lose consciousness, you feel the air flowing back into your lungs.
You're so out of breath, coughing and choking and crying all at the same time, while your throat burns so badly, that for a moment you're not even sure he's really let you go.
The moment you realize that he pulls back to get up from the bed, you pull your legs towards you and crawl as far away from him as you can, putting your hands around your neck for protection, pulling the high-neck of your top up over the bruises that were probably already starting to form.
You shake uncontrollably and can hardly stop crying, while he just stands there watching you for a moment. You wrap your arms around your legs, concentrating on your breathing as your body continues to shake.
Megumi stares at you, with a blank expression.
"You don't learn, y/n, you never do," he utters, completely zoning out, "Why do you never learn?"
He ignores your desperate crying and instead he turns around and leaves the room without another word to you.
And you again wonder if this was your fault.
***
"I'm so sorry," you say, standing behind Choso after you finally found your way out of the house. He was sitting on the steps outside the main entrance, a bottle of beer in his hand, waiting for you. You snuggle into your much too large jacket as you sit down next to him.
"You've been gone for half an eternity." Choso gently nudged into your side and you wince, barely noticeable.
"Nobara was throwing up downstairs," you lie, "I couldn’t leave her."
"Oh, really," he says, you couldn't know he'd seen her leave almost an hour ago, "poor girl, I hope she's feeling better now.
You say nothing, tugging at the high neckline of your top, your legs bouncing nervously.
Choso notices and puts a hand on your thigh. You flinch again and this time he feels it.
"Are you all right?", he asks worriedly, looking at you. Your long hair hides the bruises on your neck, but what it can't hide is your blank stare, your swollen lips and your red, watery eyes.
You nod.
"Yeah, I'm just cold," you say, trying to smile. Your throat's still hurting when you speak.
He puts the bottle to the side and shuffles closer to you.
The both of you were sitting on the stairs for a while, neither one of you saying a single word. Choso sensed that something must have happened, but what could he do? He knew you lied to him about Nobara, so he figured you wouldn't tell him anything he didn't want to hear.
"Sometimes I just want what they have, y’know?", you sigh after a while and lean into Chosos side, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment.
"I know I will never find that kinda love."
You're talking about the scene that took place in front of you, a scene that caught your attention immediately. Yuta and Maki were about to leave the party together, and Maki was completely drunk. Yuta had his arm around her to manoeuvre her into the car. They both giggled while Maki tried to wrestle her boyfriend, making it harder than it had to be for the poor boy to get her home quickly.
As you look away, you notice that Yuji was sitting in the passenger’s seat with the window down.
He was getting impatient, waiting for them to finally get into the car, and as he turned to see what was taking them so long, your eyes met briefly.
You saw him open his mouth as if to say something, but then he noticed Choso sitting next to you and he immediately turned away.
He was still mad at you.
Yuta had finally made it and Maki was sitting safe and sound in the back seat. He planted a kiss on her forehead before gently closing the door behind her and walking around the car. You looked away but he caught you watching the scene and stopped for a moment, flashing you both a smile before he waved goodbye, got into the car and drove off.
"What do you mean?" you hear Choso's voice after you have sat in silence for another while. The car disappeared and you just stared into the distance, trying to find the right words.
"I don't know, there's just no...", you pause for a moment, thinking how pathetic you're going to sound, "there's just no darkness."
That's it. Everything about their relationship was genuine, they cared for each other. There was not a hint of jealousy, no one was trying to control or manipulate the other.
"It's just sweet, they're just... sweet," you swallow, feeling so vulnerable in that moment, "they don't hate each other, there's just so much love. I don't know if that would ever be enough for me. Doesn't it get boring?"
Once again, you feel tears welling up in your eyes.
"Sometimes it feels like I'm going crazy," you mumble.
None of you says a word after that. At some point, you lift your head from Choso's shoulder to look at him, almost as if you want him to say something.
"You’re not," he says, his voice sounding determined.
"I mean, you're pretty fucked up, but you're not crazy." Choso pulls two cigarettes out of a pack and hands you one, lighting yours first. He stuffs the pack back into his jacket and takes a few puffs, immediately blowing the smoke out into the cool night air before turning back to you,
"I don’t fuck with insane chicks, learned my lesson."
He nudges your side again to make sure you understand that he was joking, but you were already too far up in your head. You smoke your cigarette, breathing in the smoke as if it might bring you some kind of clarity.
"I think I'm going to get back together with him," you whisper, almost as if you don't want to hear what's coming out of your own mouth.
Choso does not answer.
Of course he doesn’t.
What was he supposed to say? He didn't know what exactly was going on between you and him, but at this point he knew that there was something, at least from his side. It was unfair of you to talk to him about it, of all people, and at the same time he knew that you couldn't talk to anyone else at the moment.
"Y/n, tell me, what do you want to hear from—"
You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"It's a mistake, right?"
"Don't do it, just…", he pauses and takes a drag, "don't do it."
"I don't know if I can help it," you tell him, sounding defeated.
Inhaling, you feel what you had been blocking out all along. Your throat hurts. The cigarette smoke that keeps pouring into your lungs only makes it worse, and the sudden pain in your chest when you inhale too deeply makes you wince.
You knew that those bruises would form. Like splashes of blue and green paint they would cover your neck, spreading all around your throat.
Choso doesn’t reply to this, either.
His head was hanging low. Not because he was disappointed or pissed off that he wasn’t able to make another move on you tonight, but because he was afraid to lose you.
Because he knew he couldn’t really do anything to save you.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I do or the rest of the world does, really," he sighs and pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting you rest your head against his chest. He wanted to say so much more but he stopped himself before opening his mouth.
He knew it wouldn’t change a thing.
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Happy New Year! Updates and housekeeping
Everyone who is still here, thank you for your support through the radio silence as this blog has been going through all the difficulty we've all come to expect from the 2020s.
I am still the only active mod. I didn't actually realize how long it had been since anyone else posted -- two years now. I have finally lost contact with Mods Silver and Whisper and their system. Don't worry, I know they're okay, and I'm glad they've gotten comfortable living openly and authentically as a system and are doing what makes them happy.
The main blog they used to create this blog has been abandoned for two years, and even back then it was clear that they were abandoning it permanently. So even though their account is still an admin on this blog, they don't actually have access to it anymore. At some point they deleted the discord server. I'm not sure when that was.
Besides them, there are still three other admins on this blog. I'm pretty sure none of them are ever going to post here again.
So, I'm doing something I didn't want to do, because I kept hoping that I wasn't really the last one left here. I'm going to consider myself as the primary owner of this blog from here on out and do a reboot. If former admins (especially Silver) come back and get upset at me for this, I'm truly sorry. I just can't bear to see this blog gasp and die like this anymore.
What this reboot entails
Immediately after posting this, I'm going to start fiddling with the blog layout. I'm not as good with tumblr themes as the one who set the blog up, and I don't want to break anything, so I'm probably not going to mess with it much. But I'm going to clean out all the old outdated information. I might also delete a nav page or two that don't make sense to have anymore.
I'm going to clean out the askbox and trigger-tag list. I hate to do it, but it's time to start fresh. If you have a request that hasn't been done and you still want it, send it in again. If you have a trigger you still need tagged, send it in again. (The old trigger-tag list was stored on the discord, so I don't have access to it anymore anyway.)
I'm going to rewrite the rules, FAQ, and pinned post. There's a good chance I won't change them much, but I just want to make sure they're accurate to the limitations and boundaries that exist now, and that's gonna be different from when the blog was created.
And, most importantly, I'm going to take on some new mods. I'll have to figure out a way for us to communicate besides a discord server (I'm over the 100-server limit and I don't have money for Nitro anymore) but this was never a blog I could effectively manage completely on my own. I want to have a team again, so everyone can have their requests done in days instead of months.
Thank you all again for your support. I'm glad that, despite everything, this blog is still here.
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Armored Core 6 sentence starters
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"Forged in ash, we stand as one!"
"It's just a job. All of it."
"Damn it! I can't die like this!"
"I... I just... I just wanted a callsign of my own..."
"Remember who you're messing with."
"You? You're just going to be tagging along on ass-wiping duty."
"Who gives a shit. We'll handle this mission ourselves."
"Why don't you start a sewing club together... and stitch that damn mouth of yours shut?!"
"Can't say I considered you a pro either."
"Tch... Does this guy ever shut up?"
"No luck with the sewing club, I see."
"You got lucky, merc. You were the only warm body they could find."
"Have fun watching from the sidelines."
"Know your place, you meager dog sitter."
"I think I'll enjoy doing business with you."
"Do try not to die like a dog out there."
"You're fast—guess you're sharper than they say. I'll have to step up my own game."
"The higher-ups are going to remember you now, that's for sure. As will I."
"Believe you me, I'm gonna put you to work!"
"Pitiful dog. I feel sorry for you, I really do. You may have survived a little longer, if only you had a different master."
"I hear you make fine hounds with the right training. Shame you'll have to die here."
"I'm fairly adept at analyzing systems— and manipulating them too."
"Can't get good help these days, can you? Would've been cheaper to just hire you instead!"
"It's been miserable knowing you, but... I guess playing nice is the smart choice here."
"They might be a pack of dumb animals, but at least they know quality workmanship."
"Anyway, you know the score. You made this mess, now you get to clean it up. Well, technically, I'm asking you to make a whole new mess... Ah, whatever. You know what to do."
"Guess I was right to pick you for the job."
"Well, I guess a dog can't choose it's master... But, still... Tough luck. I feel sorry for you, I really do."
"Looks like you ruffled some feathers."
"If you ask me, they're counting their eggs before they're hatched."
"I want you to be a walking advertisement for opportunities in destruction."
"You're not their mascot. Just focus on getting the job done."
"I'm sure our paymasters planned for that too. They got their 'walking advertisement' alright."
"I knew you could do it, buddy. I've got my eye on you."
"S-Stop that! How dare you attack me with my back turned?!"
"I don't know who put you up to this, but clearly you need to be disciplined!"
"I asked you a question! Don't you have any manners?!"
"You need discipline!"
"You've got skills... Shame you don't put them to good use."
"What?! Wh-Who are you?! Stop right there! How dare you pretend to be one of my own...!"
"Let me go, and you'll still come out on top... Understand?"
"You're quick on the uptake, aren't you? Splendid."
"You're not like those savages. Keep up the good work."
"Death and dishonor... Such is the oathbreaker's due."
"Heed me, oathbreaker... Treachery benefits none."
"That was certainly an adventure."
"Stubborn to the last... You don't know what's good for you."
"I have a question. The way you dealt with him— did [name] teach you that?"
"Some of us were worried that the enemy might have won you over. But it seems we can trust you after all. Glad to be on the same side."
"Must you always put your life on the line?"
"That's one way to light a fire under your ass— keep it alive for the next field trip."
"I'd say this calls for fireworks— and I've got something that'll blow them away."
"The anticipation's half the fun. We want our guests to enjoy this."
"...Looks like I was a little off. Well, close enough is good enough for me."
"You again? I'm a busy man. Far too busy for the likes of you."
"You're going to need more pawns on the board."
"...Of course. You're here to hawk your services again."
"You're a survivor, no doubt."
"You will be under my direct authority. Consider it a rare privilege."
"Looks like you're doing just fine, buddy."
"It's time to pay the piper."
"I've got your back, buddy. Hope you've got mine."
"Nice work, buddy. Glad you're on my side."
"It's a delight to enjoy the company of a visitor from so far away."
"Here's to new beginnings...! By all means, be my guest."
"A new friend from afar, just for me... What joy! Be still, my beating heart!"
"I'm waiting for you, friend... Fidgeting anxiously before the big dance. I do hope I'll keep up... But the anticipation is part of the fun."
"I've done my best to welcome you. I do hope you'll enjoy your stay, friend..."
"Don't forget, the guy's a rat. This won't be smooth sailing."
"Please! I wanted to surprise you, friend!"
"You've introduced me to such wonderful people! Wonderful things..."
"Let's trip the light fantastic, friend!"
"I'm starting to feel confused... It'd help if you could shut him up."
"Why, friend... This is a gift... Thank you..."
"Looks like he's dead. Good."
"Let's see how far they can fly... On borrowed wings."
"We will see if you can do it justice."
"Either way, you'll never spread your wings... At least not yet."
"A Raven is a symbol of resolve. The will to choose what one fights for."
"All right, we'll watch this one. See where they go on a Raven's wings."
"You're a famous mercenary now. Time to act like one."
"Tell you what, I'll watch and let you know how badly that goes for us."
"You can leave that to me. I know a thing or two about sharpshooting."
"A ragtag crew like this needs leadership."
"I know just the volunteer to go poke that beast with a stick."
"It's not every day you see competing forces working together like this."
"Act like a professional outfit and you might live."
"Who does that creep think he is? I ain't here because I want to be."
"Enjoy the show— and don't forget to smile."
"You don't gotta tell me. I ain't going down with you fools."
"I won't miss."
"That freak actually did it..."
"Did what, the bare minimum? This is just the first hurdle."
"Finally, someone with their head screwed on straight. Ever thought about switching sides?"
"You beg for your mother, we'll give you another!"
"It'll all be over once your sorry ass is dead!"
"I know you're laughing at me! What makes YOU so special?!"
"As if you hardly need help from me. When'd you get so good at exploring?"
"You can go home now— or follow me if you've got a death wish!"
"Go multiply your rifle training and see if you can learn to do something useful."
"Are we doomed to spark conflict wherever we go?"
"Figures. Seems both of us are too dangerous to keep around. And the higher-ups wouldn't miss an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone."
"So, buddy. Who needs you?"
"I don't want to dance to their tune, but this time, I don't have any other choice."
"You never change. You're not afraid to die... Or to kill."
"This has been a real eye-opener. You're strong—a threat...!"
"You're sharp... But that's not the only thing that makes you dangerous."
"I've fought alongside you several times but I never could figure you out."
"Tell me, buddy. What drives you?"
"Never failed to impress... But this isn't over yet."
"There's no graver threat than power without purpose!"
"Once something's alive, it doesn't die easy."
"I'll be well-rewarded when I bring them your head on a silver platter."
"I'll see that the unruly dog is punished and brought to heel. Oh, and of course, let's not forget the hound's master, either."
"This isn't an order—it's a legacy. My fallen friends entrusted this duty to me... And now it's my turn to hand it on."
"Feed the fire. Let the last cinders burn."
"I have one last job for you: Find your freedom."
"Been a while, tourist. Good to see you're still kicking."
"He asked me to look after you. Don't mind if I do."
"I don't just design weapons, you know. You'll see what I mean."
"Looks like they're falling over each other to get your autograph."
"You've been working like a dog... Must be [name]'s influence. Guy's a real slave driver."
"Where do they even find all these people?!"
"Seems they weren't so trivial after all."
"Let's get this trash out of the way first."
"You seem like you've lost someone too. Hope I'm just imagining things."
"Time to do or die. Let's get our laughs while we can."
"Hope you don't mind a little friendly competition."
"Yikes, tourist. Looks like they want you dead first. Tough break. It's not easy being popular."
"Looks like all your fans are dying to see you."
"Oh, we're serious. Right, tourist? Thing is, the serious ones die first— so we should at least pretend to be having fun."
"Someone has to put an end to this injustice!"
"Where did this... Resolve come from? You must have chosen something... Sacrificed something... You found your purpose... Didn't you, buddy?!"
"Always were at your best under pressure, buddy. But this ends here and now!"
"Must be heavy... This purpose you found. You've finally shown me who you are... It's too late now— but it didn't have to be this way!"
"Do him a favor, tourist. Remember him."
"You know... For a tourist, you've got a sense of humor."
"I saw the potential for our future within you. You and I... Could have walked together."
"You are strong. Dangerous. I... Will hold nothing back."
"I realize what you are... The spark of war..."
"I won't let you... Your fire must die!"
"You chose to carry our burden and right the wrongs of our past. I'm sorry... And I'm grateful."
"There's nothing left to bind you. Whatever choices you make now... I just hope you find your true potential."
"I'm not taking any more of your shit!"
"So you got a nice punch in, meh. Go buy a lottery ticket."
"They've called in backup. Shall we step outside and say hello?"
"And here I thought I'd just make some extra scratch. Guess I can settle the score at the same time."
"It'll be peace and quiet when you're gone!"
"Damn it... I would've had you! Don't you dare think you've won!"
"You fight like a bird in flight. You may yet fly higher."
"The others are so used to fighting and shouting slogans that they've given up thinking."
"I don't know who you are but you're dead!"
"We need to stand on our own two feet. That's how we'll win."
"We're war buddies now. Maybe I'll find a comrade in you yet."
"I thought you'd run away with your tail between your legs... Back for more, are you?"
"You fools don't know your place. You don't know when you're beaten. You don't even know what's good for you!"
"How dare you bare your filthy fangs against me?!"
"Howl into the abyss, dog!"
"Will nothing stop you, pest?!"
"Let me tell you my motto, tourist: Get your laughs while you can."
"I don't know what you're up to, but you better make it worth it."
"Looks like you made a friend of your own. But it's good to make a choice. Sit on the fence and you make no enemies... Or friends."
"Hope you've got room for more... I've brought a full course meal."
"Never thought the plan would go so wrong... But it's good teaming up with you again. Couldn't have hoped for a better silver lining."
"You're out of luck. There's only one person who can keep up with me."
"You're not the mutt I thought you were. You're below that—you are vermin!"
"You took on my hopes... My selfish dream. Now, I want to see the future that you choose. Whatever waits ahead... I'll support you."
"Whatever works to get your name out there. That's the benefit of being independent."
"Whatever happens, handle it. Just like you always do."
"As much as I'd love to stop and chat... I'm afraid we're rather pressed for time."
"I'm okay... Still alive, at least. A little rest... And I'll pay 'em back."
"You're daring, I'll give you that. But I've fried bigger fish than you."
"Humanity assumed its current form to fight itself. To choose from infinite selections. That is the essence of the human race... And the key to biological evolution."
"Tired as I am... I'm not ready to die yet."
"Shovel down your bland rations. Slurp your coffee-flavored sludge. Sure, it sucks—but that's being human."
"Don't tell me you like it here."
"He may seem like a pessimist, but he lives for the way things are. A life that can't coexist with what we want."
"Maybe now... I'll get some sleep..."
"Something's... Changed since last time. But you still haven't found a purpose."
"A chain made of human links is easily broken."
"You always did work hard for me... Handled all my requests... And, yet."
"Now that the choice is made, we have to carry on. No matter what obstacles confront us."
"Sorry, but I'm not laughing this time."
"I don't care about the big plan. I just want that damn freelancer DEAD!"
"We will bring order to chaos."
"You want some of this. I'll give it to you..."
"I know how this goes. This is where that grit of yours kicks in.
"It was always so easy for you... What makes YOU special?"
"I always... Envied you. The freelancer... Who had it all..."
"Let's meet this new age... Together."
#roleplay meme#roleplay prompt#rp meme#rp prompt#sentence starters#ask memes#inbox memes#Armored Core 6
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Welcome to my blog, my name is Apollo and I go by he/they/it pronouns.
You might know me from previous blogs like I-exist-mofos, ApolloTheSpaceTrans, or apollo-the-crazy. I have deactivated my Tumblr accounts a few times due to intense panic.
Due to trauma, I've never quite gotten to grow up and be a proper child, so now I spend my days, hoping to god that I'm mature enough and that I won't make a joke at an inappropriate time. Unfortunately, I almost always mess up and start spiralling because I know it's my fault.
I made this blog to just goof off and have a safe space for myself and others.
DNI:
- Basic DNI
- xenophobes (yes, even towards Americans.)
- people who make jokes about school shootings and shit like that (I've done that before but I know better now, it's not dark humour it's just a dick move.)
- anti (educated) self diagnosis
- Anti Xenogenders
- Xenosatanists
- Radqueers
- Safequeers
- Pro contact paras (I have intrusive thoughts of someone dissecting me and fucking me and I hate it please stay away from my blog)
- Under 13s (sorry kids)
- MDNI blogs (again, sorry, but if you interact with me you're breaking your own DNI)
- 'is he acoustic?, Nah, he's restarted' (you know who you are you ableist fucks)
- Those who believe in *insert cluster B disorder* abuse
- people who romanticise disorders
This account is:
- pro Palestine but anti Hamas
- neutral on syscourse, we're a traumagenic system and we don't give a fuck (except when it comes to western tulpas y'all can fuck off)
- pro feminism
- anti TERF
- pro reclaiming slurs that are yours to use
Tag key
#Apollo talks - me talking about random shit
#Apollo does important shit - basically last tag but serious
#Apollo reblogs things - reblogs
#Apollo responds - answering asks
#Apollo does stupid shit - miscellaneous shite that doesn't fit in any other category
Userboxes! (From @anti-rq-boxes):
Have fun in this weird and whacky place
<3
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Hello! Welcome to Snapshot Culture Is! Below I'm gonna list a few things about this blog regarding boundaries and stances and a bit about me but for now I want to talk about the blog itself.
"Snapshot Culture Is" is a blog I was encouraged to make by my partner system since we both always see system blogs about roles or being a system in general but I can never really find one about snapshots. Which brings us to the next point!
What is a snapshot? Snapshot is a role in a system which just essentially means you are a former version of yourself of a person. Think of like if you went to go talk to a past version of yourself, that's like 13. They have the same thoughts, same interests, same personality, same general way they hold themselves that might not apply to you today. That's what we call a snapshot and the most important thing about snapshots is that many of us don't change past that point in time but not like truamaholders do. Many people consider snapshots and traumaholders the same thing but some snapshots, myself included, actually don't have anything to do with truama I'm simply stuck in the past with an attitude some of my headmates don't associate with anymore and beliefs they also don't believe in. Some snapshots are hosts and some hosts become snapshots but its kinda a minor role some people don't have and that's okay but this blog is here for the people that do and people that don't get posts they can relate to.
This includes snapshots with no truama, snapshots who are also truamaholders, snapshots who have truama but not the main truama, and snapshots who are hosts.
I was gonna see if snapshots had a flag but it seems like we don't so maybe in the future I'll make one if I get the change or if someone finds one let me know!
Under the cut I'm gonna be talking about boundaries/DNI/BYI things and a bit about myself
Edit: BTW I'm like dyslexic and autocorrect saves me more then I like to admit but just a warning I will mess up words in spelling and reading and I'm sorry if I read your asks completely wrong
Boundaries:
While I am 19 I don't want NSFW asks on this blog since I'm allowing minors to interact. Please be respectful about that.
If you wanna send in an ask that isn't about snapshot culture but just want to talk about something interesting like a fun fact about yourself go right ahead it just won't be tagged as snapshot culture, we can have fun here.
If you send in asks about general system stuff I probably won't submit it since this is a role specific culture blog but if you are questioning I'm perfectly okay with that too just remember this is a specific subrole blog.
DNI/BYI:
I do not have a dni. Straight up I don't care what you do in your free time as long as it's not on my blog. I'm not going into your house and telling you to take down your decorations because I don't like it. I don't want NSFW, discourse or hate on my blog but if your a heater in your free time I'm happy for you just don't come harassing people through my blog.
I'm EXTREMELY Anti Harassment of all kinds. I don't care you have no right to tell someone to kill themselves. Ever. Again not my house not my problem.
This blog doesn't care for syscourse or shipcourse or anything else discourse in the slightest. Anyone can interact forever. I've done my fair share in discourse and frankly I'm already done I'm a grown adult I got no time for that when I have bills to pay.
About the Owner:
So as you know my name is Rubik collectively and I'm a system myself as well as a snapshot host. As I've said I'm 19 as well as Nonbinary Transfem who's too pamsexual for her own good. My pronouns are She/It and we have a special interest in minecraft! We are specifically in love with Minecraft Story Mode and will talk about it all day if you give us a chance.
Some of our frequent frontiers are as followed
Jasmine - Ageless - Snapshot Host
Rewind - Ageless - Optimist Sponge
Roxy - 24 - Ex host Jack of All Trades
We have more frequent frontiers but these are our main trio. We do not identify with a system origin. System origins are unnecessary to us for many reasons we wish to not get into.
Thank you for reading this far I hope you have a great day and send in some asks! We love you systems of all types and hope you find our blog enjoyable at least!
#intro post#system stuff#plural gang#plural system#plurality#snapshot#snapshot culture is#culture is blog#endo safe#Mod Rubik
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So glad to see a fellow Tally/Shay shipper in the tag. Their relationship is just so good. Its such a gigantic mess. I felt so seen with my messy, queer, neurodivergent teenage female friendships, even if I needed until a reread two years ago until I acknowledged this this feels extremely queer and that is okay because I am queer too. Until then, all the female friendships I read were always just harmonic and nice and only ever threatened by boys, not these codependent, jealous messes.
The idea to center a YA dystopia around two girls who are deep friends with each other and maybe in love but are pitted against each other by the dystopian system (read: patriarchy, read: beauty culture) again and again is just absolutely amazing. I mean, there is a more traditional love triangle too, and its even well written enough to not drag down the series, unlike in most YA dystopias, but its not the center. At least not for me. For me, Tally and Shay are.
I could go on about them because I have thoughts (see: all the fanart and fics I have either already published or wait to publish until the trailer for the movie comes out), but the ask is already pretty long
first of all - i'm so sorry, i saw this message and fully intended to reply later that day i was like "oh i'll get to this after dinner!"
anyway! i was really struck by HOW different the love triangle in uglies is compared to other YA (especially YA dystopia). like the fact that tally doesn't definitively end up with either of them, and that neither boy turns evil (or at least antagonistic), and that both guys were good for her in their own way. but i especially loved that they both took a backseat to her friendship with shay, since that was by far the most interesting relationship in the whole thing
i'm cautiously optimistic about the movie (assuming it even happens). i personally think it'd work better as a series, but, well, after the shadow and bone debacle, i'm weary to trust any streaming service to actually follow through. i'm a bit worried about how mainstream actors who are all gorgeous anyway will be able to play the characters, and how they'll handle stuff like the specials' body modifications without looking silly (obviously there has to be an element of uncanny valley there, but i do worry it could look corny if they don't have a very good makeup artist).
i'm also VERY worried they'll make both tally and shay white. my personal hc is that tally is white and shay is asian, but tally could be any ethnicity, and shay was imo pretty clearly a woman of color. though i wouldn't be surprised if the movie cuts the parts that indicate that the pretty committee's standards are super racist- i wouldn't be surprised if they cut the themes of self-harm, too. (though tbh i'm of two minds about how that was portrayed in the books; i see what they were going for, but i do agree with some criticism i've seen that it could've been handled better.) any YA adaptation is bound to have some of its edge taken out. like the hunger games movies were pretty damn edgy in some aspects, but they're downright sanitized compared to the books.
one thing's for sure. if a movie happens and if they portray the tally/shay relationship at all competently, there will be an influx of shippers. i can see the angsty lyrics edits now.
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Pierced by a Golden Soul
Chapter 6. Close Call
Platonic Jojo's x Reader
Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.
Word Count: 2,356
(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)
You took a deep breath after reaching the Jones Family Bakery. The entry bell rang and as expected Senora Jones came running.
"Y/n? Oh, my goodness you had me worried!" Your mother ran up and hugged you tightly. "It's been hours! Where were you?"
An innate sense of guilt flooded your conscience. Even if it wasn't entirely your fault, you felt awful for worrying her.
"I got hung up by the teacher after detention. I'm sorry." You mentally kicked yourself for lying to your mother.
"But there wasn't any trouble, right?" Senora Jones broke her hug to look you in the eye.
"Uh- no trouble.... I'm going to go change out of my school clothes." You carefully slipped out of her grasp and headed up from the bakery to your room.
When you reached your bedroom, you dropped your backpack and kicked off your shoes. Your being stressed and tired from the current situation made your stand appear without your calling on it. "Oh- hi?" You stood in silence, waiting for it to do anything. "Do you need something?" The stand looked rather excited for some reason. It soundlessly hopped up and down and pointed at itself. "What has gotten into you?" The stand waltzed over to a corner of you room where you had draped your bakery apron. It adamantly pointed at your name tag. "Oh, right I did say I'd name you later huh? Guess you really don't want to wait." You tiredly flopped onto your bed. There weren't many clues as to what exactly the naming system was for stands. "Got any suggestions?" You glanced over to your stand, it was exploring your room, curiously examining random items, briefly picking them up and putting them back.
"Muda."
"Can you tell me what abilities you have?"
"Muda."
"Do you say anything other than that?"
"Muda."
"Okay..." You rubbed your temples. Your stand obviously had a mind of its own. "I promise I'll name you later. Right now... I'd better get ready for dinner." You picked yourself up off the bed and prepared to change out of your school clothes until a blue shine coming from your window sill caught your eye. You took a few steps closer only to find a small toy soldier looking into your room with a tiny pair of binoculars. The blue shine was an aura that surrounded the solider.
If there wasn't an aura, you would have never seen it. The camo pattern of its uniform coupled with its minuscule size made it almost invisible.
"Is someone messing with me?" You mumbled to yourself. "My room is on the second story; how did this get all the way up here?" You apprehensively stepped closer, keeping your stand activated. The toy soldier proceeded to MOVE. It nimbly drew a gun and shot a single tiny bullet directly at your chest. The bullet sailed through the glass of the window, shattering it completely. By pure instinct, and perhaps a bit of luck, your stand managed to move in front of you, making sure the bullet was blocked by its hand and didn't make it to your heart. Everything happened so fast you were mentally trying to catch up when a pain set into your hand. You looked down to find a small circular wound on your hand. There was an identical wound on the same hand as your stand. Your attention snapped back to the window, but the toy soldier was already gone.
You frantically moved to the window, leaning out to peer down at the street below. A bright blue aura shone through the darkness. Standing on the street outside the bakery was a tall figure surrounded by what looked to be toy soldiers. He started walking away from the bakery but turned and looked at you. The piercing glair he fired at you was just as terrifying as the bullet from moments ago. When he saw you were completely fine his eyes narrowed. You were going to be a threat to his mission if you weren't scared off.
"That was a warning shot!" His voice boomed from the street. He then kept walking away.
Before you could wrap your head around what had happened the man on the street disappeared. You stood back from the window and examined the shiny shards of glass littering your carpet, wincing when you felt a few had cut your arms and legs.
You waited in anticipation for Senora Jones to come running. When she didn't barge in to question the raucous you realized she must have still been working in the bakery. You released a relieved breath; quietly thankful this little event went unnoticed by your mother.
An old t-shirt you had laying around was tossed over to you by your stand. Carefully, you placed the clothing over the glass and stepped away from the radius of the sharp mess.
It took you several minutes to fully process what just happened. Someone... attacked you. In your own home. Fear squeezed your lungs; it was like you couldn't breathe. The rush of adrenaline only made your chest tighter as your pulse quickly rose. A sinking feeling settled in the very lowest pit of your stomach. All you could feel in that moment was terror.
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"Hey! Y/n!" You were snapped from a distracted daze. "Ready for school?" Jaya watched you with concern. You looked dead tired. She noticed how you dragged yourself out of the bakery, and barely acknowledged her presence when the two of you started walking towards school. You had been quiet whenever she walked with you, but this was too quiet, even for you. The two of you made it all the way to the school gates and she was getting worried.
"Yeah. Ready as I'll ever be I guess." You said, trying to brush off Jaya's suspicious look.
"Well you look like a zombie." Jaya commented matter of factly.
"That's fair." You answered quietly, getting a good look at yourself in the window of a nearby shop.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" Jaya asked, trying to get a good look at your arms. You were wearing another long sleeve shirt today, but it was hot, it didn't make sense to her. Eventually, you absentmindedly moved some hair out of your face, unwittingly showing off your bandaged hand. Jaya's eyes widened and she stopped in her tracks.
"Oh...."
"What?" You also stopped, waiting for Jaya to explain.
"What in the world happened to your hand?" You quickly tried to hide your arm, but Jaya grabbed it to inspect.
"I.. uh... fell down the stairs."
"That's literally the worst excuse I've ever heard." Jaya gave you a disapproving look. You didn't stop her as she undid your poorly wrapped bandage. "This looks like someone pushed a thick nail through your palm! And are these...." Jaya pulled you closer for inspection. "Paper cuts?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Uhhh- m-maybe? It's not what you probably think! I promise." You sighed, lightly pulling your hand away.
"C'mon. I'm not letting this go this time." Jaya pulled a pen from her pocket, grabbed your uninjured hand to write down an apartment complex name and room number. "As soon as your detention is over meet me at my place. I'm bandaging you up properly myself."
"I'm not sure if-"
"I won't take no for an answer." Jaya said as she started heading to her classroom. You stood alone in the courtyard for a moment, dumbfounded by Jaya's forwardness. She was definitely an odd one. At this point you didn't feel uncomfortable around her. You just didn't know to what extent her spitfire personality went.
Your stupor was cut short when someone slammed into you from behind. You tripped forward, landing painfully on the asphalt. At first you were ready to give the person responsible an earful, but when you looked up from the ground you were met with the appearance of a panicked Timothy Buggles.
Tim was an average height and thin build with black hair that was always neatly styled or combed. He liked to wear sweater vests and business casual clothes; in fact, you never saw him in anything but khakis. Perhaps his style choices contributed to the hard time his peers gave him. Tim's large round glasses only made him look more like the stereotypical bullying target. As far as you knew he was an average student grade wise, with a demure nature. The two of you had interacted in the past, but Tim always evaded personal questions, opting to not share much about himself. It was hard to tell if that was an unconscious choice or if he just didn't like you for some reason.
"I-Im so sorry!" Tim frantically apologized, picking up the notebook he dropped and standing back up. He offered you a hand, one which you took.
"It's alright." You stood up and shook off the gravel that had stuck to your skin, meanwhile Tim had already started walking off. "What's got you in such a hurry?" Tim didn't stop to even hear your question. You picked up your pace to catch him.
"I'm headed to the music club, why do you ask?" He mumbled.
"Well, we do have that biology project. I was wondering if you'd be willing to come over to my house to work on it."
"I have a busy schedule the rest of this week."
"So you're free this weekend?" you asked.
"Y-yeah. I guess we can work then." Tim shrugged.
"Great. Guess Ill see you in class. Later." You gave Tim a friendly wave and made your way to first period. Tim watched carefully as you walked off. In his opinion you were...an odd one. Time and time again you would stand up for him, and he couldn't tell what your motivation was. Were you trying to look like some sort of hero? Were you looking for a reward? He had yet to understand why the horrible environment of your school, the rumors, the stories, the talking, hadn't snuffed out whatever strange warmth you had about you.
Tim brushed off his thoughts about you when he reached the music room. He reached for the handle, only to find the door was left ajar. Tim didn't think much of it and simply opened the door.
"Timmy!" Blake Greenmin greeted from his place sitting at the upright piano in the far corner of the room. He crossed his legs and leaned back against the closed lid. He gave Tim a wide smile.
"B-Blake!? W-what are you doing here?" Tim jumped, not expecting the sudden appearance.
"Nothin'. Just wanted to visit I guess." Blake watched Tim carefully as the timid boy was quickly inching his way back out the door. "I also wanted to have a talk with you."
"T-talk? Im not sure if-" Tim was cut off when the door roughly slammed closed behind him. There at the door stood...another Blake? "W-what the hell!?" Tim yelled in pure shock.
"Terrifying trick. Isn't it?" The duplicate at the door grinned.
Tim didn't know what to think when yet another Blake materialized out of thin air right in front of him. The third Blake sauntered over, and noiselessly snatched his notebook away. Tim helplessly watched as his book was handed over to the Blake sitting at the piano.
"I'd be happy to give this back... however there are a few things I need you to do for ME first."
Tim glanced around at his, now numerous, tormentors and reluctantly nodded.
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You found it incredibly odd when Tim didn't show up for Biology class, especially since you had seen him just a few hours ago. Blake was gone, but that wasn't a surprise given the ordeal that happened yesterday. You leaned back in your chair, frustrated. At this rate you were going to be doing this project all on your own.
"You're Y/n Jones, right?" You almost jumped out of your seat when a stranger put their hand on your shoulder. You turned around to look at who it was. You were pretty sure you hadn't seen him before.
"Yeah." You inspected the boy carefully. He wore a baggy dark green sweatshirt, there were dark circles under both of his eyes, and bandages littered his face. "Who the heck are you?"
"Everyone calls me Vita." He spoke slowly. His voice came out like an airy hiss. "We're project partners, right?" Something about the guy's demeanor was- for lack of a better term, unsettling.
"Yeah, we're in a group together. It's nice to finally meet you, Vita." You held out a hand for him to shake. His hand was freezing, you wanted to let go immediately, but his grip was way to tight. For once in your life, you understood the rumors surrounding another student. The way his unblinking stare remained fully trained on you, made your skin crawl. You exercised the thought he might actually be a vampire or something supernatural. After an awkward and long silence Vita let go of your hand.
"Are you alright?" Vita placed his hand back on your shoulder.
You weren't entirely comfortable with the action, but dumbly sat there contemplating what to say.
"uh..."
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Yes! Saved by the bell!
"Illseeyoulaterokaybye!" You shook off Vita's hand and quickly started making your way to the door.
"Wait." Vita rummaged through his pocket. "This is my phone number." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, with a mess of numbers scratched on it in what you hoped was just red pen. "So you can contact me." You forced a smile and apprehensively took the paper.
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It was Wednesday, meaning there was just one more day of detention to serve. You walked into the same classroom as day before. When you walked in you weren't greeted by the same scowling teacher as yesterday. Instead, you found yourself once again face to face with Jotaro. He had his legs propped up on top of the teacher's desk while reading some random biology textbook.
"M-Mr. Kujo?!" You looked around, almost expecting this to be some weird joke. "What happened to the usual teacher?" You asked.
"I volunteered to take over watching your detention for today." Jotaro closed the textbook and sat it on the desk. "I figured since we couldn't talk yesterday, we could do it now." He motioned for you to take a seat.
"Okay." You hesitantly approached. "Something did happen last night I think you should know about."
#adventure#anime#bizarre#fanfiction#foundfamily#genderneutral#genderneutral reader#jjba#jjba x reader#jojo#jojosbizarreadventure#jojosbizarreadventurexreader#platonic x reader#reader insert#reader x character#readerxvarious#xgnreader#x reader#platonic jojo's x reader#Poster_Addict#Alias-Sam
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hey so this might be a bit random but i was wondering if on your sims blog (sirenstar-sims) you could tag cigarettes, some alters in our system really dislike cigarettes for some reason (probely has to do with trauma but not sure) it would mean a lot for us -mike and Jay
HEY OMG IM SO SORRY. The posts are tagged now, it is absolute hell trying to organize or tag that blog - it used to have coherent tags and I used to keep up with posts and such, but it's become a huge mess over time and it's super hard to tag the posts over there. Sorry about the mishap 💚
Eventually I'm going to be going through all the posts and organizing it all, but I cant do that on mobile without tumblr deciding to implode and die. My boyfriend is buying me a new laptop sometime soon, and when I have that - that whole blog is being redone and fixed up. But currently as it sits, all the posts are just tossed down and left due to my own disabilities and such.
Idk how safe following it currently would be, definitely going to be trying to tag things regularly but - I just sorta reblog things for my boyfriend in large spams, right before we download and play lmao.
Again, I'm so sorry and those posts are tagged now. 💚
#honestly i hate that blog and how overwhelming its gotten#but its where all the cc i need is so.#tagging it got so hard because of how i reblog things#i promise to fix everything when i can#asks#ask#mutuals
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Okay! hi hello! I'm gonna be honest I've have Tumblr for quite a while now but I've never bothered to learn how to actually use it so this post is going to be a mess of me just rambling. Please bare with me 🙏.
Ok so for context I LOVE fandom! Like I genuinely enjoy being a part of communities that have similar interests as me. I love fanfiction, fanart, shipping and basically all things fandom based. But I've been pretty much sheltering myself from all the toxicity that can be a part of fandom. I had been living living in a country where tikitok wasn't available which probably contributed to me being sheltered. But as of a few months now I have moved to a new country for reasons not important to this post. After moving I decided 'hey let's get tikitok I want to see what the hype is about' that was clearly a mistake because so many of the post and people I have come by on tiktok didn't understand the most basic unspoken rule of fandom "don't like it, don't read it".
This particularly frustrates me because for most of my life I've never had the confidence to put myself out there and interact with people who are part of the same fandoms as me or have the same ship as me. So when I try to interact with comments or posts for the first time online and all I can see is people attacking each other, complaining about the most miniscule things or being homophobic and/or misogynistic my confidence is immediately drained and I ended up chickening out.
And what I'm about so say is probably going to sound so fucking dramatic and I'm sorry for that but I can't help how I feel (I swear I'mnot chronically living online). This whole first experience of mine impacted me in a pretty negative way (I know I sound really dramatic) but I can't help it being a teenager is hard on it's own but being a female teenager who's part of the LGBTQIA+ community can sometimes be hell. Especially if you're someone like me who as a hard time expressing themselves and how they really feel and end up fixating or relying on certain characters/ships to be able to validate their feelings or just be able to know what it is they actually feel (I know doing this is probably not the healthiest thing to do but I'm a bit delusional so we'll not talk about it now). Being a hopeless romantic who basically lives in their head doesn't help my case either I'll be honest.
I'll stop talking about my feelings and get back on topic now! (Sorry but in my defense I warned you about my rambling 😅) Okay so even tho I've encountered all these unpleasant people and posts I've never once interacted with them negatively in fact I didn't interact with them at all I just scrolled past because as must as I wanted to strangle the next person i heard saying "goku solos" under a completely unrelated post I knew doing that would not only make me part of the problem I would also be going against the "don't like it, don't read it" rule that I basically live by at this point.
And I know this post is basically breaking the rule but I really couldn't help it. It's actually baffling to me how people can actually be bitter enough to criticise other people's headcanons/favorite characters/ships/fandoms. Like if your reading fanfiction without reading the tags and you find out it's a omegaverse fic (not criticising anyone who enjoys omegaverse its just not for me)then it's YOUR fault for not reading the tags not the authors for writing about it! Its not their job to specifically cater to you or anyone else they write for themselves and other people like them to enjoy! And if you read the tags and it wasn't included then don't attack the author instead politely let them know to add the tag. And if you read on a website that doesn't have a good tagging system then I'm begging you move to Ao3 it's literally life changing the filtering system may seem intimidating at first but their are youtube video to help you out! And for fanart, or a fictional ship even if it looks criminal (unless its real life people) scroll past it you cant win an argument with idiots. And the same goes for another form of fan media... IF YOU DONT LIKE IT THEN FOR FUCKS SAKE PLEASE JUST SCROLL PAST IT THE COMMENTS SECTION IS NOT FOR YOU TO BULLY AND ATTACK OTHER PEOPLE!!! Learn basic internet/fandom etiquette please 🙏.
And that's all I have to offer for now. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. (NO seriously thanks for baring with me and my unnecessarily long post)
#fandom#rant post#vent#fanfiction rant#fandom rant#fandom ramblings#toxicity#nervous#first post#rant#fandom etiquette#internet etiquette#ao3 etiquette
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Belle!!!! It feels like forever since I’ve interacted on here 😭😭. Sorry abt that!! Honestly I’m good with either solo duds or long hcs. Maybe you can alternate between them? Either way I’m excited for the new works. Love how your angst is so phenomenal that your comfort has more notes asdjkhffggghghh 💀💀. Also. Like. It just hit me. OLIVER HAS HETERO EYES. OH MY GOD. Like I knew this before (obviously) but it’s like REALLY hit me recently and just mmmmmmhhhhmmmm yes yes yes HES SO SCUFFY LOOKINGLY HANDSOME AND ALL FOR WHAT. ahem anyways. “Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough” 💀💀. NO but like imagine saying that to Oliver as he’s a withering whiny desperate mess underneath you 👀👀. He’d love the objectification I just know it 😌. Aiku mini series you say?? 👀👀👀 I’m looking forward to it!! AKSO THESE ANON ASKS GAVE GOT ME KICKING MY FEET IN MY SHEETS AND TWIRLING MY HAIR AND TEARING UP. Like the fluff, the smut, and the angst??? UGH THEYRE ALL SO GOOD. All of it makes me want to bite something Bachiras neck. Also idea. But jealous Oliver would absolutely hate your obsessions with idols and fictional characters I’m telling you now.
“Are you telling me that if he was real, you’d pick him over me???”
“Yes. It’s like comparing a five course meal to an apple Ollie. The choice is obvious.”
*Oliver stands there in disbelief*
Asgkkkhghihhhhgffggg
I did not know that abt the ring thing that’s actually adorable. NO BUT IDEA OLIVER WOULD TOTALLY GET YOU A AMETHYST PROMISE RING WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HES SERIOUS ABT YOU AND AN EMERALD ENGAGEMENT RING FOR WHEN HE FINALLY PROPOSES!!!! ALSO thoughts. Bachira would absolutely be the kind of boyfriend that would assume you guys are dating without telling you and when someone asks “are you guys a couple” you’re standing there flustered and he’s like yes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. AND idk why but I think Bachira would be one of the blue lock boys who marries the earliest. And it surprised everyone but also made complete sense because if Bachira knows he wants something, he goes after it and sticks with it. So when he realized that he couldn’t imagine you guys NOT growing old together, he immediately started looking for rings. Anyways. How’s are you?? How’s uni going? Tumblr bring super annoying with the tagging system atm cause I know I tagged you in a couple things and it’s not showing your responses?? And I’m mildly terrified that you’ll tag me in something and I won’t get it until later and it’ll seem like I’m ignoring you when I’m not 😭😭. Have you eaten today? Drank some water? Go do that!!! *sends aggressive virtual hugs*
- ✨ anon
This is gonna be a long ask - cause Oliver + Meguru scenarios- drabbles
Starry! It has been long but understandable cause you have exams- so on popular opinion, alternating between them... hm. good idea- i'm working on a piece rn - and yk its gonna be good when you got good music playing the bg- cause this piece is just... i don't wanna put expectations high cause i might end up disappointing you, but for me? its something that's been making me smirk the whole day.
Oh god, the comfort getting more notes 💀 i'm still confused cause- how. To begin with the pain took a lot of notes (cause istg this is a first that my works are crossing beyond 400 notes) and then the sequel is getting more notes than the prequel? the math isn't mathing rn in my head 💀💀 (even the sequel for the Tōji fic crossed 500 notes and I’m so confused) but ty for reading them and sharing your thoughts with me on this - everyone. And thanks for telling me about my work-
Yes, my husband Oliver does have heterochromatic eyes. He is scuffy looking and handsome. He is a pretty boy (¬////¬) tch. as if his pride needs to hear that.
If I said that (“Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough”) to Oliver, then it would have its own repercussions with him challenging me and then turning into a whining desperate mess on the bed - from overstimulation. (and i'm shorter than him. Imagine the amount of damage his pride would take smh) oh yeah objectification - istg the first line that came into my head as a dialogue is going into a fic (and i have used it once) so the thing with Oliver is that- this man. he gives off that whole Aura that he knows what he is doing and all right- in truth? he wants to be dominated by you. He doesn't mind being the dom but he enjoys it when you're the one who is rough on him and he likes pissing you off. (and god the brainrot i'm having rn cause of him is going into this fic that i'm writing)
The amount of searching i did to find that doc (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) it was untitled among 30 other untitled docs (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) - so i finally labeled it and i'm putting labels on other fics as well
Jealous oliver is very cute. He'd go and pout on the couch, way to coax him out- is to baby him.
"Is my Olive sad?" “Is my wittle Olive sad?”
Oliver : “Shut up.”
You : “I’m not going anywhere you brat. I was just kidding.”
Oliver : “You would trade me for Henry Cavill?”
You : “Nope.”
Oliver : “Cause I would trade you for Scarlet Johansson.”
You : “…”
Oliver : “Doesn’t feel so good to be traded now is it?”
You : “Is Sendou looking for a girlfriend? I might be interested since my boyfriend is being a jackass.”
Oliver : “…”
You : “Doesn’t feel so good now does it?”
Getting back to the heterochromia part- imagine doing the pupil dilation with Oliver- for "science purposes."
you : "Close your eyes. Think of some random stuff."
Oliver : "Why are we even doing this."
You : "I wanna see if pupil dilation works. Open them."
Oliver *opens eyes* : "Pft. Okay"
You : "Alright... close your eyes again and think of me."
Oliver : "hm...."
You : "Open them"
Oliver slowly opened his eyes, the center of it dilated as it struggled to adjust to the light.
"You really do love me don't you-"
"Don't flatter yourself Bambi, it's your rack/ ass."
Yeah i like this non-existent relationship. It's a very fun one ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ cause playful banter in a relationship is like a checkbox for me- honestly. I'm not one of the lovey dovey types- even if I am it is in micro doses. Actions matter to me more than words... and Oliver is good at both- smooth jackass cause he is a charmer (,,>﹏<,,)
Oh yeah Bachira is totally the type to drop a bomb out of somewhere abt a relationship. Like imagine you both being in a situationship and he says that you are gonna meet his mom cause he arranged dinner for the three of you to meet up- and Yuu asks about you.
"We're in a relationship."
*spits water*
"You should have introduced me sooner, Meguru. Why hide such a pretty catch from me?"
"But we're here aren't we?"
There is no arguing with Meguru. You're wearing his clothes? He's sleeping at your house for afternoon nap? you're cooking for two and he's doing the same?
That means you're in a relationship. Simple.
Bachira is the type to take things easy and slow at his own pace. But when he realizes that he can't waste his time away- he is gonna be on the lookout for the next best thing. Poor baby starts holding his hair in despair when he realizes that the two of you are official, but there are still other people out there who are gonna look at you funny.
So he does go shopping for rings... dragging Isagi with him.
Bachira could be the first one to marry possibly- ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ but i feel like karma would bite itoshi brothers in the ass first - cause they hate human touch. And rin would be the first one to marry. The shock everyone would have cause of it- ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა (then sae, and then Oliver...)
I'm doing alright- listening to Abba cause i find it very stress busting. 80s music are such stress busters and this group is my fav - along with many other 80s songs (listened to a few of kiss's songs in the library earlier- i'm very experimental with my music taste)
Uni is draining me honestly- (¬_¬") my prof especially - and everyone is annoyed with this one. Not a fan of the prof, but I'm only focusing on getting a good grade and working well to learn something new everyday. Even my roommates who don't have a class with them have heard enough of their notoriety - smh but anyway, i'm keeping some positivity by day dreaming in class and making my day better with pinterest and fake scenarios - yes. i daydream abt Oliver ૮• - •ა (are we even surprised atp?) and today is just not my day- slightest bit of inconvinience and i'm ready to fly to mars (to begin with- oil fell on my pants and then it got stained with mayo cause someone wasn't looking where they were going T.T - istg)
Oml, tumblr is at it again. istg- but its okay, i get updates on my dash from time to time and i do get the number of on my notifs- and when i check you're not there but then ik its you and i head over to your blog 0^^0
I had a sandwich and a popsicle (I got a "ice cream in the morning? Really?" Yes. it makes my mood better o.o and i want it)
I hope you're doing okay and not overworking yourself - ♡︎
*sending back koala hugs and Oliver spam*
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( Last one for now, hope you don't mind the spam ) 🦎 + LEAST favorite thing in RP. Trope / Trend / Whatever. I am handing you a license to be Toxic:tm:
🦎 For My Work Thots || Always Accepting!
[Ooooooooh I don't know. At least not that I've talked about and most of those like super unreadable purple prose and just OVER formatting posts doesn't seem to happen much anymore? For me personally it's just about kicking my ass back into gear and KEEPING it there, but I don't think that fits this question (I'm sorry to everyone waiting on replies to drafts or asks; I just haven't had muse or motivation to do much here ksbfbjwfbe).
I guess something recent I've been seeing that I'm just big rolling my eyes on is bashing people for literal AUs. I don't know if it's a trend or trope, but this definitely isn't the first time I've seen it. And it's silly because for starters, the people that have been on the receiving end of anons bashing their interpretation/shifting of a character, world, etc. aren't misleading them in any way. They always say, "Playing x chatacter in an AU setting of x/my design/whatever." So I don't know why they're mad anyway. I guess it's just loving a series so much that you hold it as the holy grail of writing, never to be messed with or touched or questioned even in a creative sense unless it aligns with canon perfectly enough for their tastes. Which is dumb for any series, but especially for DB which does have major issues that some people don't want to engage with on the surface.
And second, and probably most important that digs into a deeper well of what's wrong with people on the internet is like...just don't engage if you don't like what they're doing? Like it's one thing if it's problematic for very concerning reasons, but if it's just because someone has taken your favorite character or world who/that was, in your opinion, written perfectly the first time and you just don't like seeing them changed up, then that's a you problem, sweetie. Don't follow them. Block them. Hell, blacklist their url, tags, whatever. I've done that to blogs I just don't care for their content. It's easy. Maybe not a perfect system but it's THERE. There does come a time where we have to learn to self police what we see and don't see because there are always going to be people on the interwebz posting shit we don't like or, worse, that trigger us. I think plenty have gotten it together and tag things, warn people up front, etc., but there are still plenty of ignorant or willfully hateful and cruel people that post content meant to hurt people. So, unfortunately, we all have to do out own damage control where we can to keep our experience enjoyable. And if you don't like what someone is doing with an AU or a character or whatever, just don't interact. Don't waste your time trying to bully them into NOT writing what the hell they want to. They're nor hurting anyone, and if it's hurting you, again. Don't interact. Don't follow. Block and blacklist. It's that simple.]
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hay, this is more me looking for advice, but how do i stop lying to my followers about being proship? there was one point where i drew fontcest (undretale), and i got an anti who harassed me in ask, and sent me a graphic description of their brother killing their hamster. ever since i've been very weary of saying anything, or confirming i ship something cuz i don't want to read something like that again. that, and in general, i don't ship things too hard/go all in with it, at least 1/?
2/? i don't think i do. granted, i draw a bunch of art and post it, but for me that's just general hyperfixation. i'm also ace, and while yes, most ships are romantic or sexual, mine tend to be platonic, or suggestive. and are not as clear cut as to if i ship the characters or not, because even for me, it's up in the air, and i don't know, i'm not good with knowing how i feel about things, i just express myself through art and hope it says all it needs to. i've come up with a sorta tagging
3/4 tagging system, with tags for platonic ships, joke ships, etc, but even then sometimes how i view the relationship changes. like right now, i'm drawing a child and adult character together, most of the time the dynamic i portray is paternal, but other times i want to make it romantic, either as a cope for my own truama, or just because it's been my brain rot for weeks and i want it out of my head to get back to the "clean stuff" and just not post for a while. idk, maybe this is
4/? is all overly complicated, and i've made a mess for myself, but i feel like at this point i've tricked ppl into following or liking my work. because ppl do like my work, and then they send ask like "your art's now tainted for me", but i've been this way since 2016, i've just been scared of getting disturbing irl hamster gore stories again. or i've been told "fuck you for normalizing this", "don't hc this character as a murder pedo", "this feels like grooming", "you know your audience"
5/5 like i don't, idk how old anyone is who follows me, idk if there's children looking at my content. and i can't just make a poll, or check the thousands of followers i have to see if they have their age in their bio, i can't fucking ask for an id before following, i just. idk, this was very long and ranty, i'm sorry, i just don't want to remake my blog again, maybe i'm just dumb and anxious, i don't know. srry this was long, hope you're doin ok (^.^)v
Hello, I delayed answering this for a while since, well, i'm definitely not usually the person people go to for advice so im not used to it lol ❤ /nm
Buuut i mean... I can see why youre upset. I dont think you should have to come out and say you're proship. Being an anti shouldn't be seen as the default. You should also be able to make whatever kind of content you want as long as you tag it properly. If your fanbase is making you feel like you can't, then that fanbase isn't your demographic.
There are actually a lot of decent people out here who are pro ship, and if you choose to be openly pro ship, yes you will get some hate mail, death threats, suibait etc and lose followers, but you will also gain a lot of fans who want to see your interesting takes on different interpersonal dynamics. (Also, the former group weren't really your fans in the first place if they'll be so godawful to you over some pixels on a screen)
And yes it is impossible to police thousands of followers and that quite literally is not supposed to be up to you. Minors on the internet are supposed to be monitored by their guardians. If you put a disclaimer/tag for your content and some dumbass clicks it anyway and doesn't like what they see, that's their fault not yours.
I've also noticed that the majority of people who are pro ship are prone to actually filtering content they don't like, while antis seem entitled and want the creator to do it for them. Its just a better fanbase experience all around in my experience.
As someone who helps run multiple pro ship accs, i understand the visibility can be scary. But I promise at the end of the day you'll feel a lot better for it. Hope this is at least semi-helpful/reassuring idk ❤
#long post#lovely anon ❤#advice from a dragmonster#tw animal death#tw harrassment#tw grooming mention#not an affirmation
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