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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 10 months

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You came — you called. | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

credits for the header - ghost's pic by the very talented @ave661 ✦ Word count: 2.2k ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: After being abused by your current date, in need of comfort, you call your ex-boyfriend and recurring fling, Simon, to talk. ✦ TW and general warnings: SFW, some kisses here and there but no smut, angst, you guys are in a complicated situationship, fluff, sensitive content (domestic violence) ✦ AO3 | Masterlist edit: I wrote a part 2 in case you're interested <3

A/N: I really need to finish my already started requests, really do but inspiration ONLY gets to me when I'm randomly existing and then a random prompt comes in mind and arghhh gotta write 😭 but I promise - if anyone reading this sent me a request, know I've started it already and I WILL finish. also, thinking really a lot about making a part 2 for this piece and making it smutty. pls let me know if anyone's interested! anyways, not proof read, hope y'all enjoy, x

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It’s the same place as the last time you saw him. Ironic, maybe. You still smoke the same cigarettes he offered to you once in a promise it would help you calm down from your anxiety; it did. It did a little too much. You still wear that same necklace you refused to get rid off even after you dumped him, after you promised you’d never see him again, never talk to him again. God, hope he doesn’t get mad at that.

Truth is you’ve been failing at that for quite some time. You’ve been seeing him way more than it’s necessary, but contrary to how things used to be before, now every moment with him is a single time that ceases to exist once you get home. He texts; you ignore. He doesn’t text anymore till the next time he misses you. You ignore it till the next time you miss him. This time isn’t much different, only you have a bit more of a reason to be here, unsure if he’ll show up, smoking this damned red Marlboro and feeling like shit. Like absolute shit.

You exhale the smoke, your hair tied back in a ponytail through the cap gap. Hiding yourself.

His big broad figure fills the door in, and he comes inside. To your big surprise, he decided lastly to come; Simon looks at you with a bitter look on his face, his dirty blonde hair trimmed, his beard done, wearing one of his thousand black tight t-shirts and a pair of jeans. He looks the same as ever.

“You came.” You say, surprised as he pulls the chair back and takes the seat in front of yours.

“You called.” He replies simply, his body relaxing spaciously in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, I did.” You let out some more smoke before discarding your cigarette on the ashtray. “But I thought you were still mad at me.”

He looks at you in silence for a couple seconds, and scoffs.

“And that never stopped you from calling, did it?” He snorts impatiently. “Did something actually happen or are you just lonely and needing someone to help you fall asleep?” You feel derision in his attitude and his voice is dripping with venom and bitterness.

You close your eyes. Can’t blame him, can you? You had your own good reasons to break up with him, although stupidly, without thinking twice - without thinking that you’d end up missing him. Trying to find him in all the wrong places, wrong guys.

“Well go on, Simon, what else do you still have to tell me?” You mimic him, crossing your arms and your face a little twisted in irritation facing him. “I was single, I still am. I had the right to be with someone else.”

“I never blamed you for that. I never fucking blamed you.” Simon wipes his mouth with his hand, his ever icy expression breaking into frustration the second you open your mouth again.

“You are blaming me. You-”

“I fucking am not. I’m angry at the poor fucking choice you did. Getting rid of me for that fucker? You’re making a joke out of yourself, even for someone like me that’s fucking downgrading.” He snaps, regretting it the second later and squeezing his eyes for a moment.

You remain silent. He’s right. He’s absolutely right.

You stare into the distance of the window by your side, silent - embarrassed, regretful. Your hands together over your lap and your silence put together make him raise his head at you once again, in a sigh.

“I shouldn’t be here. Our conversations won’t ever end in anything good but me taking you to bed, if that’s what you want then I’ll gladly do it without all the trouble.” He states. You tremulously raise your eyebrows and your lips curl in a small hurt smile.

Ouch.

You know he said it to hurt you. You know he’s angry, he’s hitting all the right buttons to get under your skin, he can’t help it. He can’t help but to be a bastard sometimes, he never learnt different.

Your eye stare down your own hands, you feel your lips tremble and the lump in your throat gets bigger each second. It's hard to hold back the tears, but for your dignity, you try. There's no less brutal way to admit something like that, so you vomit the words all at once.

“He hit me, Simon.”

His eyes open, the pupils slowly dilate like those of a shark that has just tasted blood for the first time.

Simon has blood on his hands. From too many people, more than you could count. And even if that's his job, never in all those hard years with him - you swore - had you ever seen him so pissed off.

The veins in his temples stood out and he swallowed bitterly, his mind empty; If he wasn't an extremely restrained man, then he would have gotten up and taken action right now. A thoughtless attitude that he might later regret - maybe.

“Tell me his address.” He snaps, his blood boiling enough for you to almost feel the heat increasing in his flesh.

“Simon, no.” You immediately cut him off, shaking your head, almost crying at this point. "That's not what I called you for, I don't want you to hurt anyone. I broke up with him, I don't have anything to do with that son of a bitch anymore, I just-"

He interrupts you with a gesture and claps his hands to his face. He brushes his own skin roughly, as a self-reminder that if he gives in to his own anger, he'll let you down.

When he makes room for his eyes through his hands again and sees your reddened

face, tears streaming down your cheeks - he dies inside.

He promised he’d always be there for you. He promised he’d never let you down, he’d always protect you, he’d kill for you. He said it plenty of times and you were completely aware that it was true.

He couldn’t possibly let you down.

“No, please, I can’t- I just can’t when you cry.” He mutters, getting up from his seat and offering his hand. “You come with me. Please?”

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The hot steaming water falls over your head, sweeping your tears as you hug your legs. Simon's fingertips brush calmly your back, he contours the bruises on your lower half like he's grieving. The silence fills in the bathroom if not for the sound of water dripping on your head. He pours some water on your back to soothe your pain - even if you're not feeling any at this point.

"Why did you not call me before?" He asks, with painful confusion in his raspy voice. His hands are shaking and you know it's pure anger and his own incapability of holding himself back when it comes to feeling anger. You sigh, tired.

"I don't know. I felt like I'd be unfair to you." You try to explain, your hands caressing your shins while the water runs through your skin. "And because I didn't want to get you in this state."

His eyes narrow as he stares at you, and you shrug in response. It's clear to him why you don't like to get him stressed - he could never hurt you, but he was a danger to others.

He waves his hands to shake off the water and stands up, grabbing and opening a clean towel for you.

You stand up, your eyes don't dare leaving his. He silently admires you, although his mind can't think much more than how guilty he feels for letting this happen to you - even though there was nothing he could do about it. You dry your feets on the mat and turn your back so he can wrap you in the towel, and he does so.

Simon calmly brushes the towel against your shoulders, drying a bit of the water that drips from your whole body and once he’s done wrapping you in the towel, he places his hands on your back and leads you to his room.

His smell is everywhere around and what used to be intoxicating and lustful for you, is now soothing and quiet. You sit on the edge of his bed, silence seeming to be now a whole conversation between the two of you.

Your hand reaches for his and places it on your cheek. You look up at him with kitty eyes, your thumb circles the skin on the back of his hand till it finds the scar you were looking for – one of his oldest ones, according to himself. You close your eyes and snuggle into his hand, giving it a light, calming kiss.

He caresses your cheek and moves your hair from your face.

“I’ll get you some fresh clothes.” He says in a whisper. You nod, and he comes back moments later with a clean shirt of his. You tug it in your neck and quickly put it on letting the fabric run free on your body, loose.

He starts removing rubbish from his bedside table – an ashtray, an empty can of energy drink, a gun. As you notice he seems to be trying to empty the room for you, you speak out.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I'll be in the living room if you need me for anything." He says simply. Before he can leave the room, you stop him by wrapping your hand on his arm. The sudden motion makes him turn around to face you, his dark eyes gazing at yours and seeming already aware of what comes next – a protest.

"Simon." You use a warning tone, and he closes his eyes.

"You don't want to have me around now, kitten. I'm far from calm…" He argues, calmly looking down at you now. The proximity burns you, he's too close.

"I'm not scared." You mewl, your hands on his tough chest, he doesn't move a muscle. Your hands start trailing up to his neck, and you get on your tiptoes to wrap your arms better around him; Simon closes his eyes, drunk by the overwhelming feeling of having you so close to him. He misses you.

One of his hands holds your wrist before you manage to curl up on his neck, and the other one gently holds on your waist. He bends down enough so he can reach your tiny self. He gives you what you want - his lips slowly catch yours in a slow, calm kiss; the warmth of his lips against yours is medicine to you – soothes all of your pain, eases all of your anxiety. He squeezes on your waist and pulls back once he starts feeling heaty and his breath starts to become uncontrolled, needy. He breaths against your lips, his eyes barely closed and his breath catching on his throat like panting.

You stare at his lips before going back to his eyes.

"Stop." He snarls, raising his head a bit, avoiding your face and the closeness you impose on him now. It feels wrong. You need space.

You close your eyes, you understand. It feels wrong.

After all of this time of failed attempts to let go, to sound nonchalant and be away from each other – after all the fails and the sex, devoid of feeling type of sex, rough, delicious but raw sex, he wants to fuck you straight. He doesn't want to be angry, he wants to take you and make love to you.

You understand. Feels wrong.

"Will you be fine here? You need to rest and I need to take a walk, clear my head." He mutters, avoiding your eyes for the sake of restraining himself. You nod.

"I'll be alright. You'll come back, right?" You ask, looking at him - looking for his eyes. He stands back from you and nods.

"Of course." He assures you, before caressing your hair slowly and giving you a calm kiss on the forehead. "Rest. Do not stay awake waiting for me, hear me?" He snarls, grabbing his keys and a hoodie of his, tucking it in and giving you space.

You sit in his bed and nods, watching him leave by the room door and close it behind himself. Now alone, you close your eyes exhausted by the lack of sleep you've been having for these past few days; it doesn't take you long to fall asleep, surrounded by comfortable pillows that smell like his perfume – woody and whiskey.

Walking in the streets, with his hands digging in his hoodie's pocket and tough stomps, Simon's face lit up by the light emanating from the street lamps. His body swings slightly to the weight of his steps, and he breathes heavily.

After several minutes – more than he probably told you he'd take, he stops in front of a very familiar residence. You should know it wouldn't be any trouble for him to find your abuser's house.

He took a familiar piece of cloth out of his pocket, it had been time since he last wore it. Now seemed like a good moment. A balaclava, full face mask – handmade, with a skull painted on. Simon hugs you and kisses your scars; Ghost wants revenge.

#simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod fic #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley imagine #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon riley #cod mw2

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lookingvisexually · 10 months

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➸ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ-ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ

pairing: Vi x f!Reader

synopsis: just me thinking about cleaning up vi’s wounds and changing her dressings because she never does it for herself

wc: 430 words

warnings/notes: mostly fluff, mentions of injury, blood, allusions to smut, that's pretty much it, we're starting off slow

a/n: omg my first ever non-avatar piece and first ever writing for a female character i'm so nervous arghhh :((( anyway, i hope you enjoy this drabble, i can't get vi out of my head and i needed to write something for her asap. i will probably be starting to outline a series i have in mind soon, bc i don't think the hyperfixation's going anywhere anytime soon x enjoy besties x

“You’re crazy, you know that, right?”

You watch as Vi rolls her eyes at you, small smirk refusing to stay hidden. She can’t not smile, not when you look so good, nose scrunched in unrelenting focus as your hands find hers, gaze trailing over the fresh wounds that no amount of soiled wraps could ever hide or absorb. She can’t not raise one of the said hands to your cheeks, brushing the hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear before her index finger moves to trace your jawline, settling underneath your chin, raising it so you’d look in her eyes, bright blue and glimmering with desire and amusement.

“Have I ever told you you’re hot when you’re angry, cupcake?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, smacking her lightly over her arm, biting harshly on the inside of your lip to stop you from smiling as her laugh filled the room, a sound which sounded more like music than a voice, more like a love song than just mere vibrations leaving her throat and hitting your eardrums.

“Only every time I’m angry.”

No matter how easy you find it to be content in her presence, a sigh, sad and worried, still finds a way past your lips. You slowly remove her once-pearly white wraps, cringing when she winces softly as soon as you unwrap the bandages over her cracked and bloodied knuckles, where the material clung tightly to her open wounds. Still, she didn’t complain, just closed her eyes and frowned, her cut eyebrows furrowing together, her canines digging holes in her plump, rosy lips.

“You need to be more careful, Vi.”

The antiseptic stings as it makes contact with her skin, and you find yourself trailing the fingers of your unoccupied hand over her bare legs, massaging her inner thigh with your thumb in a comforting gesture. Your eyes shoot up to meet hers when a small moan escapes her lips, and the look that meets you stills both your hands and the breath in your lungs, but makes your heart gallop in uneven, drunk steps, and all you want to do, all you can think to do is ki-.

"Don't stop, cupcake. This is helping me heal."

Your need for her, that has never diminished through time, but only increased with the intimacy that drove you closer together each day, was enough so that you resumed your ministrations, finding your hand inching upwards, until it found a slightly damp spot on her black, cotton panties.

"Well, whatever I can do to help you heal, my Violet."

#arcane #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #arcane violet #vi smut #vi drabble #vi arcane #violet arcane #violet x reader #vi fluff #league of legends #vi x you #vi x y/n

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muniimyg · 2 months

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kimi,,, allatonce!jk is actually the death of me,,, on my knees begging 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ pls i need more content😭😭

arghhh yk what ,, i miss dat fucker too .

planning to update this weekend but it depends on my sched 😭 everything is so hectic rn ,, n honestly bebe i’ll save u the suspense …. i’d be careful for what u wish for…… there’s drama up ahead 😔🤝🌟

mwah

#ask muni #fic: aao jk

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bebe-thewriter · 1 year

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She's Cute Chapter: 1

~content warning~ this is an x black reader story ofc you can read if your not black or p.o.c but keep in mind that i refuse to make it “more acommedating” for you, go find all the millions of stories with white main gyals.

~Note~ I'm here with a little diff. So once again we have a bimbo black reader buttttt she’s still smart obvi. Also the reader gets sent to a different dimension so I hope y’all enjoy!!!!! -BeBe🧘🏾‍♀️

~pairing~ Benimaru Shinmon x black reader :) enjoy!

“Just a little reminder ma’am, we will be closing in 5 minutes.” The librarian said in a soft tone. “Yeah ofc I’m sorry for holding you up, I know first hand about wanting to get out of work” I say with a nod.

The librarian starts to slowly look down at my books with a tilted head interest. “Spontaneous combustion huh, I remember when I was younger and it was the biggest issue at the time, not global warming, or bullying. I’m so happy the younger generation is taking an interest in our past.” The older woman says.

“Oh it’s just for a research paper, I honestly don’t see the big deal with it, seems pretty avoidable if you ask me.” I say with a shrug. “Oh really, I understand your thought process since you weren’t physically there, but maybe you’ll gain more knowledge about the subject.” She says with a smile.

“Maybe” I say, knowing damn well I just want an A in my class.

After I check out I head home to get started on my project.

“Ok y/n just start this stupid project, just write a thesis and one counter argument and then you can reward yourself with a coffee in the morning.” I say rushing up the stairs.

But suddenly I started falling backwards and then….. I black out.

(Sirens start ringing)

“Ahhh a inferno” “please step away from the train!” “SOMEBODY HELP HER”

My eyes start to slowly flicker open to the loud sound of screaming.. multiple screams. When I finally come to, I see an actual monster looking down on me with big flames coming out of it.

“Umm hey buddy, I don’t exactly know what I said or did to you but I’m sorry??” I say it . “Arghhh” it said back. “Wtf did you just say to me, I’ll actually throw hands bro” I say posting up to it. It roars again and I see my life flash before my eyes.

But before the monster could strike, I felt myself being lifted out of harm's way. “Are you ok miss, I’m sorry I’m so late.” I slowly open my eyes to a sharp smile and short black hair. “I’m ok, you came in the Knick of time. Thank you ummm-“ “ Shinra, my name is Shinra.”

Before I can reply I see 5 more people arrive on the scene and proceed to take down the flame monster. “Good job in successfully rescuing the civilian Shinra.” A man with a VERY developed body praises the young boy, who for some reason still has you scooped up in his arms.

“It’s my job as a fire soldier sir!” Your body tensed. ‘What the hell, fire soldier? This is exactly like my project topic’ you think. ‘There’s no way I’m here in the past? WTH is happening.’

“Ms. Are you ok?” The man asks. “Just like what I told Mr. Shinra I’m fine.” I say. “Just checking again! My name is Obi. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a bright smile.

“My name is y/n nice to meet you.” You reply. “I know what you experienced was incredibly scary, I hope we can repay you for getting here a little late.” He says with apologetic eyes.

You think for a second, this is a golden opportunity for your school project! “I have to pay you back... Please allow me to!” you say. The man who you've just figured out is named Obi. “Hmm.. Well, we do need some help around the base. unfortunately our whole unit is terrible at cooking haha.” Perfect, this is exactly what you wanted.

“Yes i accept!'' I say with a big smile. “Shinra, Arthur this young lady will be bunking with you, do not make her uncomfortable in any shape or form. If she says you have harmed her in any way I will tie you upside down to a pole and use you for target practice.” a man with glasses spits.

“YES SIR.” “sorry miss (y/n) you can't exactly get settled in right now because we were currently going to a meeting with some newly made colleges of ours.'' Shinra explained that they fought very hard for the respect of their peers and they finally got it along with a new source of intel.

“We're here.” I stepped out of the train to see the most beautiful town known to man, “Whoa,” I said , witnessing the beauty of the town called Asakusa It was truly magnificent. “That's what everyone says when they first see this town. It's our pride and joy!” i turn around to the voice that just spoke. It was a man no older than 35, muscular, he wore bandages around his whole body, and contained a prominent scar on the bridge of his nose.

“Im Konro, you must be new to the 8th i've never seen you before.” he says with a smile on his face. “Oh yes, yes im (Y/N) the new…. Intern” you replied slowly not knowing what your actual role is yet. You two chat some more until you realize that up close he's incredibly attractive. Like actually. You slowly start to inch closer to him, enough to feel his warmth radiating off his skin. ‘God i dont know of it because he's a fire soldier or if its the fact that he's really hot’ you think.

Konro picks up on this and inches closer to you as well. So close that you can feel his breath on your ear. You lean forward a bit to hear what he has to say. “(Y/N) as much as i think you're a charming girl, and i absolutely love your attention on me, we can't ignore the fact that i'm a bit too old for you sweetheart, and we also just met.” he remarks stepping away from you completely to hang with Obi. due to the lack of heat you shiver a bit, when you hear, “But i have a friend who's around your age and would absolutely kill for a chance to speak with you.” he ends his sentence with a friendly smile.

“20 minutes in a new environment and you've already made a potential love interest! Damn (y/n) this must be the power of feminim people.” Maki sighs. “Oh Maki I'm sure you have people waiting for you, I mean I haven't even been here an hour and I can tell Shinra has a thing for you! Hahah '' I replied hoping to lift her spirits.

“Why the hell is it so loud?” a soft but dominant voice yells out. You turn only to be face to face with the most handsome man on earth…….. Benimaru Shinmon. You softly smiled at the man and bowed, giving him a tiny whiff of your cocoa butter lotion, And gently looked up through your long eyelashes, batting them slightly. As you raised your head you could hear Adam's apple bob just the tiniest bit, and his jaw clenched quickly. “Hi Mr. Shinmon, I've heard alot about you, I'm the 8ths new assistant (Y/n) (L/N) pleasure to make your acquaintance” you say with a soft smile.

“Don't be too formal with me. And don't bow to me either.” he replies monotony. “Also my name is Beni so you got it.”

“Ahh waka must have taken a liking to her, just as i said.”

“Welcome to the 7th it's nice to have you (y/n)” walking away from the girl, she looks back at him with a small blush, ‘damn school textbooks dont dont do him justice’.”so what do you think waka, i told you she was your type” you hear konro speak from across the room, and listen intently for the reply.

“Shes cute”

~Note~ Yoyoyoyo it's been a while, i've been writing this story for 2 months and finally got it done today! I hope yall like it. -BeBe out!

#benimaru x reader #fire force #fantasy #benimaru x black reader #fire force benimaru

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qutiesquish · 2 years

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“Hexed Child”

Chapter 3 ch1|ch2

Prompt: a child ends up in the Entity’s realm, in the cursed hell where those who had already suffered enough in life had been chosen to suffer for eternity, a hell where they had to kill or survive, and make constant sacrifices. How well will they handle having a child to take care of in this constant game of death.

Authors words:

Gah sorry for the wait;-;

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @doggo-owns-this-account

Warning(s): de*th, manipulation, moral questioning, reader throws a fit, Tricksters screaming k!nK

“So.. I just stand here?… why?” {Reader} asked.

The Trickster had dragged {Reader} to the other side of the map, the side where the closest gens near him are already done, leaving Trickster with a higher chance of the other survivors not finding the little boy.

“Because… if you do I’ll uh…” Trickster tried to find something that would catch the kids interest.

Then a flip switched in Trickster’s head.

“I’ll get you a coat like mine! You said you liked mine right?” Trickster watched as the little boys eyes sparkled ever so slightly.

“Really?!”

Trickster nodded “of course, I always keep my promises.”

Trickster just hoped the Entity would let him get the kid a jacket like his, otherwise the kid would never trust him again.

Than again… why did he want the kids trust anyway?

As Trickster was about to go into a deep dive on what his morals were again, a gen popped.

Two left.

“Alright buddy, I gotta go okay? Uh…” Trickster pat his pockets down in search of something.

“Ah there it is!” Trickster pulled out a photo of himself.

“Here, you can draw on the back of this yeah?” He said as he pulled out a purple pen and handed it to the kid.

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With the Survivors

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“I can’t believe you left a kid to deal with him.”

“Shut it gramps.” Feng snapped as the three survivors finished a gen.

“Haven’t heard him scream, so he most likely hasn’t been hit yet, so chill out.”

“Do you really think that kid is looping him that good? He’s just a kid right.” David said, contemplating his life.

“Hell if I know dammit— AHH!!” Bill screamed as he was hit by a barrage of daggers.

Feng and David Ran off over behind some ruins, or “loops” as they called it.

Bill was close to being knocked down but he kept crouching behind this one pallet or the finished gen.

It was getting annoying.

Then finally, Trickster got a lucky shot in as Bill tried to crouch behind the pallet once again.

The idol hummed in content as he broke the pallet and picked Bill up.

Even with Bill’s wiggling, he still hummed in what Bill saw as delight. Oh god did he want to punch the younger purple haired man, if only he could.

“AHHHHHHH!!” Bill’s scream rang out through the realm.

Trickster hit Bill with his bat.

“Arghhh!… don’t you got the others to go get, or are you scared to lose- Arghh!!..” Bill groaned as Trickster hit him again.

“Asshole.”

Trickster laughed.

“Why should I leave when everyone I need to kill is on the other side of the wall to my left?” Trickster whispered towards Bill.

“RU- ARGHhhhh..” Bill groaned as Trickster hit him again and booked it to the other two survivors.

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With Reader

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{Reader} heard Bill scream.

He also heard a loud bang come from the sky above, a thing that looked like his friend, or what Feng called “The Entity” come down and and then retract itself back towards the sky.

{Reader} had convinced himself that he wasn’t hearing anything, at least anything that mattered anyway.

That’s what Trickster told him, anything that he heard in the trial from then on didn’t matter and to wait for Trickster to come back.

Plus, {Reader} was having too much fun drawing the Trickster with him and his pet cat. He missed pebble, hopefully he was okay.

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With the Others

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Feng had gave her life for David as he had escaped the eyes of the the Trickster.

He prayed that {Reader}, who he had learned the name of from Feng, was working on a gen somewhere.

As that thought passed he found a gen that was almost done. David figured that {Reader} was working on it and than the Trickster showed up.

Now assuming {Reader} was looping the Trickster around somewhere nearby as his heartbeat started to speed up.

*BOOM*

Then gen was finished.

One left.

As David tried to hide his scratch marks by walking away, he was suddenly hit by three daggers in the back.

David was now injured.

As David ran through the realm the Trickster laughed out, not too far behind him.

“I haven’t heard you scream enough David! Please! Entertain me for a little!!” Trickster laughed as he threw more daggers.

And just like that, David was down and being picked up by the Trickster.

Once David was hooked, he noticed something.

He saw {Reader}’s aura.

They were laying on the ground.

Had they been slugged and David just hadn’t realized it? Dammit!

The kid is probably suffering over there now.

David watched as the Trickster left towards the direction of the aura.

“You— heartless bitch!—“ David struggled to scream out.

Trickster had sloppily put David on the hook, resulting in one of David’s lungs being punctured.

Of course, the Entity made it so he didn’t die due the injury, but goddamn it hurt like a bitch.

Maybe he should’ve payed more attention and looked for {Reader}’s aura, maybe then he wouldn’t be bleeding out on the ground right now.

David closed his eyes and sighed as the Entity’s claws came down, accepting that everyone was dead and they had lost this trial, he would have to apologize to {Reader} after the match for not noticing him sooner.

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With the Trickster and Reader

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As soon as {Reader} saw the Trickster enter his view he stood up excitedly. Flinching as there was the loud bang from the sky again, though he recovered quickly and practically hopped over to the Trickster.

“Look! Look! Trickster look!” {Reader} shouted happily as he practically shoved the back of the picture of Trickster into his abdomen.

“Hmm?~ what’s this now?” The Trickster said as he slowly grabbed the pictures {Reader} had drawn on the back of his autograph.

{Reader} seemed excited by the question, “it’s you, me, and pebble!!” Poking the back, or the front, of the piece of paper.

Trickster knelt down and put the photo between him and {Reader} “okay now show me who is who.”

“That’s you!” {Reader} said as he poked the person on the left, “me, and than pebble!” as {Reader} listed the names he poked the drawing on the right, and then the one in the middle.

“Oh here!” {Reader} said as he grabbed the paper out of the Trickster’s hands and started writing on the photo.

“There! Now you know who is who!” {Reader} exclaimed happily as he held the now labeled pictures of the three towards the Trickster.

“Why thank you dear~” Trickster dragged out his words as he grabbed the paper and stood up.

“Follow me, we got to bring you back to camp at some point.” The adult male laughed, {Reader} giving him a confused look as he followed behind.

“Camp?”

Trickster proceeded to explain that after the trial, they would arrive back into the forest of “the safe realm” where if anyone hurts anyone, they get punished, and that there were two campsites in the “safe realm’s” forest.

One for killers, like him, and one for survivors.

“You’ll go to the survivor one.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re a survivor.”

“But.. you were nice to me, so I wanna go with you!” {Reader} said as he stopped following Trickster and stomped his foot.

Trickster laughed nervously.

Please tell me this kid wasn’t about to throw a tantrum.

‘Come on, come on…. Think, dammit! Think!’ The Trickster cursed at himself. He didn’t know how to handle kids! Much less an upset one!!

“Uh- well you could always just come to the killer camp when you want..” Trickster paused.

Did he just tell a child… A CHILD, that they could COME TO THE KILLERS CAMPSITE WHENEVER HE WANTED?????

“Really?! Yay! Thank you uh…. Is your real name Trickster?”

“Hmm?~ Of course not! It’s just a flashy nickname!” Trickster smiled.

“Oh.. so what do I call you?”

“Trickster?” The Trickster said, questioning the child.

“Oh! Do you wanna call me by something different? Is that it?” {Reader} only nodded in reply.

Trickster laughed at the child, such a weird little thing he was.

“Hmmm Ji-Ji sound good to you kid? It’s as close as you’ll get to my real name” Trickster said as he held back a laugh.

{Reader} nodded vigorously.

“Alright then kiddo,” Trickster started as he began to hear the hatch, “what about you, ya haven’t told me your name ya know, I can just keep calling you dear and kid after all.”

{Reader}’s eyes sparkled slightly once again “{Reader}!”

“Well then {Reader}, you see that thing?” Trickster said as he knelt down a bit “that’s the hatch, it’s another escape you can use, you got that?”

{Reader} nodded.

“You go through there, I’ll see you soon alright? Just go to the survivor campsite, I’ll come get you after awhile so you won’t be lonely.” As Trickster said this {Reader} nodded quickly, a toothy smiley adorned his face as he did so.

“Okay! Bye Ji-Ji!!” {Reader} shouted as he waved and jumped into the hatch.

Black taking over the Tricksters vision.

He’d have to explain to the other killers about the new survivor situation, but that wasn’t his first priority.

His first priority is seeing if the Entity would get him that damned coat.

——

Entity’s Records:

——

New Offering:

Child’s Autograph

-strengthens the heart, allowing the killer to perform actions such as vaulting, damaging gens, and breaking pallets 5% faster

#x male reader #x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd x male reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #x child reader #trickster x reader #ji woon hak x reader

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jeanmoreaux · 6 months

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Does it make sense that while I’m excited for the sunshine ☀️ court (LMAOOO I LOVE HOW CHEESE THIS IS I REALLY DO) —I don’t want to hear anything (READ anything) about our OG cast from the series? Does that make sense at all?? Like it’s perfect™️ the way Nora wrote everything and ended the story so it’s like I don’t want it touched or don’t feel it’s necessary to ‘check in’ other than maybe some other characters mentioning them at most AM I INSANE DOES ANYONE FEEL ME

Kinda like that random, but pleasant .03 seconds cameo in a beloved film in reference to something that says sO MUCH but there’s no need to explain ARGHHH SKSKSKSKKSKS the #brainrot is real

P.S. a part of me is totally feeling this out of the blue news was because y’all were manifesting it by just hyping up the love for TFC again and 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

no i think that makes a lot of sense. in my mind, aftg (and that story about neil and the foxes) is done. it doesn't need to be added to. BUT i think, as someone who has read the extra content, there is not really a fear that she will hit me with something in tsc that i don't already know? i mean i already know some details of what happens one year, three years, several years post aftg. and while i might not vibe with everything she revealed all these years back, i don't think nora can ruin aftg if she mentions some of that stuff. we don't know how faithful to her old statements she will be tho....maybe she'll turn them on their heads idk. i don't believe she will do that. but. we don’t know. so yeah i don't think you are insane!!! i honestly don't think tsc will have much about the foxes in it. maybe a game or something? cannot imagine she has the time for more than small cameos and references. maaaaybe there will be some more renee. depending on how nora will play this. but. we'll see. i, for one, am both very very excited and scared to find out jsdhsjhjs

also P.S. that's so sweet 🥰 i wish i manifested that and the special edition into being (tho i have been talking about special editions a lot in sep/oct lol). i am definitely not that powerful tho. maybe my instincts picked up on vibes nora was sending out into the world that activated my brainrot like i am a sleeper agent.

#(also idk if nora is on tumblr much these days. and if she is lurking she sure doesn't know who the fuck i am lol)#all for the game #tsc #the sunshine court #answer #anon #have a lovely weekend <3

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galaxy-girl-fiction · 2 years

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Captain Ed Mercer x Female Reader - An Introduction - Fluff

Summary - You’re a medical Trainee on The Orville and are introduced to Ed Mercer out of the blue.

Contents - No smut, all fluff and cuteness. One swear word.

It had been a few months now since you joined the crew of The Orville, training alongside Doctor Claire Finn in the medical facility. She was as lovely as you had expected, and so incredible in her skill and teachings. You had learnt a lot from her in such a short space of time, moreso than you probably would have under anyone else's supervision. Meeting some of the crew, you had realised they were all genuine people, and you constantly kept your fingers crossed that you passed the medical training. You knew deep down this ship was where you were meant to be.

You were pottering about the Sick Bay, just keeping equipment in check and making sure everything was in working order. Today had been quite slow as regards to patients, so you had some down time to familiarise yourself with things. Claire had taken a break to see to her sons, so you enjoyed the peace while it was present. Gazing out of the window you watched the stars whizz by in the black atmosphere. How was this even real? What a view! The sound of the automatic doors opening broke you from your trance, you turned to see Captain Ed Mercer tumble into the room. He grabbed his arm as he leant on one of the beds, his face twisted with discomfort.

"I need medical attention" he whinged "Where's Doctor Finn?" He asked, desperation in his broken voice.

"She's away right now captain" you rushed to his side, helping him to position himself upright on the bed "Let me take a look" you gently eased his hand away which gripped his wound. The sleeve of his blue uniform had been torn to shreds, and a deep wound left on his skin which bled rapidly.

"Shit" you whispered, the word caused Ed to blink in slight panic "do you know what you're doing?" He asked, realising he was unsure of your name "are you a student?"

Was he unsure of your ability?

Ed watched your face, reading your eyes as you remained calm, but the ideas in your mind processed rapidly as you tried to figure out the best procedure for this situation. How had he not have remembered you? You were absolutely beautiful, your eyes glimmered and your skin looked soft to touch "arghhh!" He yelled as you pressed the soaked cloth against his exposed wound.

"Just clearing up some of the mess Captain" you smiled as you gazed into his mysterious dark eyes. You had admired Ed since you boarded the ship, how handsome and charming he was. But never had the opportunity to meet him formally, you had known your introductions would happen if you passed your probation. But now the meeting happened prematurely.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" He laughed nervously, watching you pull out the Dermoscanner. You hadn't used this unsupervised yet, but had seen Claire use it enough to know its purpose and how it functioned. Activating the scanner, you ran the beam of light across his wound. Your breathing slowed down with the anticipation, until you felt as though your lungs had stopped altogether, yet your heart pulsed in your ears. You couldn't mess this up, not on the Captain! But it wasn't too long until the surface had fully healed. You took a step back and nodded, admiring your handiwork. Your first solo treatment, and on Ed Mercer no less.

"Wow" Ed smiled as he rubbed the now healed area of his skin "you really know what you're doing. Have you passed probation yet?"

"Nope" you shook your head as you spoke "not long to go though!" You smirked impishly "perhaps you could leave me a gleaming review, Captain"

Ed wasn't sure if it was the way you smiled in this moment, or the cheeky tone of your voice. Whatever it was, it sent a delightful chill up his spine. How had he not seen you before? Your eyes bore into his, and you both felt the sparks flying between you. You drew closer together, like magnets unable to resist one another. The sensation of his sweet breath on your lips made you crave his kiss, should you have such feelings for the Captain? Your lips barely touched when the door opened, causing you to both break the moment. You jumped backwards and fumbled with the device still in your grip, while Ed stood up from his seated position.

"What's going on?" Doctor Finn asked frantically "Captain, is something wrong" she noticed the tear in his sleeve, her brows knotted with confusion.

"Not anymore" Ed smiled and gestured toward you "this excellent medical professional saw to me. I suggest you keep her around Doctor" he caught your eye and winked. You felt your stomach flutter and took your gaze away from his, listening to his footsteps leave the Sick Bay you wondered if Claire had seen how close you had become to the Captain in that moment.

"Well I see" Claire smirked, a knowing look in her eye. She took the Dermoscanner from your grip "Have I taught you how to use one of these unsupervised yet?" She laughed, placing it back into its holder. Your cheeks flushed pink, unable to think of anything to say in this situation "I apologise Doctor Finn, I used my initiative in the moment and..."

Claire interrupted "it's fine! Honestly. I'm impressed if anything" she smiled warmly towards you "I haven't checked the medical files today, can you please update them for me?"

With a nod you took yourself to the desk and took a seat, adjusting yourself comfortably in front of the computer screen. You tapped the pad to awaken the screen from its resting mode and a message popped up. It was from Captain Ed Mercer -

"Thankyou for helping me today. Meet me in the Mess Hall at 8pm for a drink"

Biting on your lip you felt your cheeks flush warm again. 8pm it was.

#ed mercer x reader #ed mercer fanfiction #the orville fanfiction #the orville #ed mercer

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celestie0 · 9 days

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🪷 HAIII😅 I just returned and this was a terrible time for me omg. I acc feel like a loser after begging for jobs and applying every fucking where I could. Only thing keeping me afloat is that everyone is just as fucked, I know it's messed up but I'm coping hard so please understand😭

Job market is so shit for humanities students anyway and when even STEM kids are crying about no jobs being there that's when u know we're all getting stir fried in this wok known as capitalism.

Arghhh I hope everything was good on your end atleast lemme catch up with your posts! I snooped and saw you posted another gojo story AND you'll be updating kickoff soon? Girl thank you for feeding me. Lord knows I needed this visual nutrition after an ass-whooping equivalent of a month. I come starving, empty handed to you but with eyes full of hope and always leave this temple with a satiated heart. And pray your online sister gets this job pleek!

hiiii my love omg so happy to see you!! ou gosh i hear you, i know it's been said sooo much but it's so true the job market is ASS rn :(( nothing seems to be enough anymore, and you're so right, i think every new grad/recent grad or just people in general are really struggling...applying for jobs is such a draining process, i hope you're able to find some other things that can help give you purpose and ground you while you look for work!! as well as in general take care of yourself

yea literally one of my friends w a neuroscience degree settled for a job at subway bc it literally paid more than a lot of entry level premed jobs she was looking for 😭😭 it's just crazy how a degree doesn't mean much anymore without connections. sorry this sounds so depressing, i wish i had more uplifting words to share w you, but you're doing amazing and it's not your fault, it really is the system that isn't making it any easier for newer generations to transition into the workforce. keep your head up bb and i know good things will come your way soon :'') idk if it's any motivating words but my brother got laid off last year and was jobless for about eight months but he took the time to really look for good positions n now he's at a much better job he's really happy with :)) sometimes it really is just a matter of time and having grace w yourself!!

LOL visual nutrition is so funny to me haha as always you're got a stunning way w words and LEAVE THIS TEMPLE W A SATIATED HEART i've been entirely woo'd by you PLS. i'm so happy if my content can help u feel a bit better ab stuffs bb i literally run to tumblr to escape my reality too HAHAH. i'm rooting for you dear and hope things work out well for you!!

- ellie 🐸

#asks #🪷 anon

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naturecalls111 · 1 year

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Genuinely distraught you only have like 5 posts. I had gotten a snack and resigned to a night of scrolling only to see you've barely posted anything. (Not trying to say you NEED to make more content, I just really enjoy your work and wish there was more available for perusal)

You’re too kind!!!! I’m so shy right now!!! Arghhh!!!!

I don’t have much to offer right now, I’m so sorry! ;; all cards on the table, I only recently got into One Piece so I still get insecure about posting because I’m always hesitant about my characterization! (and skill lol) More is to come for sure, I try to post at least once a week, usually on Fridays or Saturdays.

I have a few more posts on Twitter if that’s of any interest (I go by the same handle). My posting schedule to tumblr is different from Twitter because I’m still getting used to this website - I’m trying to get most of the posts up this week without spamming!

I wish I could draw faster!!

#NC111qna

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dennydraws · 1 year

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You need to draw faster and faster...

No, you don't need to do that and neither do I.

Hello, good morning! Happy Friday!! I'm having a bit of ramble while my morning coffee kicks in and I use the little time before the workday starts.

Recently I've been thinking how little my energy feels after work to the point where I rather space out in bed and play some low energy game on the switch then sleep before 11pm otherwise I'm a very cranky lady in the morning.

Drawing has become a race for me. How fast can I throw some lines in between dinner and bed time? I noticed so much of my work has become what I call 'compulsive doodling'. I try to draw so fast just so I can throw something before I start feeling too tired and pass out or cause weekends tend to be "catch up with life" so it's like ok can't spend more than X time once more cause I got so many other things to do ... or people want to hang out or people need me to do bunch of things, arghhh adult life huh xD; I miss the times I could get lost in a painting. Art used to be so relaxing and soul healing and lately I've been feeling it as a daily to-do task - did I sketch something so I don't forget how to wield a pencil? Check!

However... I want to go back to that. I want to go back to drawing more scenes and full backgrounds and take my time with a piece.

Recently with how fast paced social media has become it begins to set a precedent where content of any type must be consumed fast and any big effort project tends to have same or lower engagement that makes your brain go - ok but what's the point of big effort piece that gets less likes than your low effort doodle piece? As much as your reason tries to silence the lil nagging voice, it's still there.

Aaand I will try to overcome it this year! :D;; I miss drawing full scenes. Granted, I probably can't spend 6 full hours on a piece anymore but if I draw little by little I can pull it again I think! Let's see how it will go :D;;

I also miss talking about the art pieces. I'm glad tumblr's format allows me to type a bit when I post a drawing. I hate how limiting other platform can be. I hate the idea of presenting a drawing without a bit of context. I hate looking at artwork without context! Give me the story behind it, is it an OC? Who are they, what are they! I love that stuff!! I remember long ago on Deviant Art where I would post nearly a paragraph of who/what was going on and mention what programs or brushes I used :D It made the artworks feel a bit more than - here is the arts, pls like. I know that's not the case for everyone but it was the case for me. I like when a drawing feel more than random pretty thing you saw on a social platform.

Speaking of... I've always hated adding watermarks on my pieces but given the rise of AI I guess that will become a thing with me too =n=;; I will have to see how to deal with this.

Anyhow! Time for me to get back to work. Happy Friday once more, thank you for stopping by dear reader :D I hope your day goes well!

#denny rambles #good morning!#just few things about art that've been on my mind #i miss the process yo ;o;

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year

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hello! as queen of piarles, i thought i'd come to you with a piarles question 🙏 i read this fic months ago and it's been living in my head rent free ever since, so i was wondering if you knew of any other WAG fics?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40076010/chapters/100368951#workskin

hiii anon 🥰 and firstly, i am BLUSHING 🙈🙈 queen of piarles, gosh, hardly - if anything, that's a shared title between me and the besties. and just... all piarlies, really. this fandom is lucky enough to be blessed with some of the most talented AND sweetest people ever ❤️❤️ crowns to all! 👸

OOOOH, and now to answer your fic question: OMG i know exactly what you mean, this fic is absolutely incredible and has lived in my mind rent-free for a long time, as well. phoebe @hourcat is a goddess for coming up with it 🙏❤️ i didn't know how badly i needed wag!pierre content until i read this (and just re-read it again today 😅😍😍) life-changing, really. we need pierre in LV, like, yesterday.

as for the second part of your question: arghhh, i've been racking my brain, and browsing through my AO3 bookmarks (fun side note! i currently have 69 piarles fics bookmarked, teehee 🤭) but unfortunately i can't think of any other wag!pierre or wag!charles piarles fics. 💔 an absolute travesty and a tremendous oversight on the part of the piarles fandom, i agree 😭 i think we should all dedicate our efforts to rectifying this mistake ASAP.

the best i can do for you in the meantime, my darling anon, is the wag!pierre tag on phoebe's blog (and that is a TREASURE TROVE, actually. phoebe said she ruined her own life by creating wag!pierre and immediately falling in love with him, but... us too, phoebs. YOU'VE TAKEN US ALL DOWN WITH YOU and i fucking adore you for it 😍😍😍)

anyways! that's it i'm afraid, anon - sorry i couldn't be more helpful with any more fic recs 🙈 but i will shout phoebe's praises from the rooftop every day of the WEEK, so. go check that wag!pierre tag on her blog immediately!! you will be #blessed, i promise 😍❤️

#asks & answers #anon #piarles anons 🥰#piarles fic rec #because hell YES this counts as a fic rec omg #wag!pierre piarles is less of a fic rec and more of a lifestyle change actually #just rereading the fic and oh my GOD. phoebe you truly are just a genius and a goddess #also when you see this... please consider it mine and the anon's official plea for more wag!pierre content someday 🥺🥺#xoxo

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handsome-kakigori · 2 years

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So, what are your thoughts on the first ep??

Btw it di disney + belum ada ya? Mau nonton di situ ga ada sampai ke situs bajakan wkwkwkwk

Kyknya ga ada di disney+ aku pun akhirnya jd kaizoku wkwk

Hooo boi, my thoughts on ep 1 huh? *cracks knuckles* this is gonna be long im sorry—

ICHIGO’S SO PRETTY AAUGHHH, I MISS LISTENING TO HIS VOICE, SEEING HIM MOVE, ETC. ARGHHH FINALLY MY DAYS OF BUYING OBSCURE GAMES/ DRAMA CD AND WATCHING WEIRD HAREM ANIMES JUST TO HEAR HIM TALK IS OVER, I CAN HEAR MORITA-SAN IN ICHIGO!! BARK BARK SNARL

Ok maybe I’ll start from the beginning, i forgot this noob shinigami’s name so i’ll call him imoyama junior. Seireitei needs to train their shinigami better fr. He ran from a hollow into a building?? That’s stupid, what if someone lives there bruuhhh— and he ran so far, he spreads so much property damage across the town AAAAUUGHH. THE STREETS, THE CABLES, THE WALLS, WINDOWS, ETC

But Ichigo gets a free pass hehe. Aww darling wants to show off and use his bankai on a small fry hollow, the knockback causes some streets and buildings to get destroyed, but shhh it’s ok bby u do u, i’ll pay for ur war crime prison bail muach 👁💋👁🤌💙✨

I’m also lowkey salty that Ichigo’s freeze frame is so ugly like he just got dropped on a pavement. IT’S SO UNFAIR, EVERYONE ELSE LOOKS PRETTY BUT HIM!! WHY CAN’T PIERROT YASSIFY MY WIFE AGHH

The karakura gangs’ interactions really warms my heart tho— they make me miss my classmates fr! “WHO LET YOU GUYS IN? WTF! ALSO CAN YOU KNOCK?!” “We met yuzu on our way, she let us in lmao” RELATABLE!! Who doesn’t barge into their friends room unannounced bc their family members invites us in before we can say anything lmaoo. Also the part where he said “u sure u wanna claim that bread as delicious? They’re leftovers, they don’t sell well” -> “here’s your share eat it, it’s good” BRUH ICHIGO’S SO PRECIOUS AARGHh. And then the fact that they all ganged up on him telling him that he’s ungrateful even tho he’s the one he eats the breads most 👁💧👄💧👁💙✨

He’s gonna suffer a lot, so i shall enjoy this small peaceful reprieve he’s having 🥹

ALSO, IMOYAMA JR REALLY BE LIVING MY DREAM, MAN! HE WOKE UP AND THE FIRST THING HE SAW WAS MY WIFE?? AND THEN MY WIFE OFFERED HIM FOOD? BITJ, THAT SHOULD BE ME! IT’S MY DREAM, MAS! NOT HERS! MY DREAM!!!

The iconic window kick looks more dynamic in the manga imo, but i still love it nonetheless. “Idc who u r, get off my fcking bed” HELL YEAH, TELL THAT GERMAN BOI, KING!!!

OH AND THERE’S THIS SCENE WITH ARSON GRANDPA THAT MADE ME CHUCKLE— "I am here. There is no greater security than that." Gitu2 tp 1 detik kemudian sasakibe bolong di tembok 😭. Security macem apa itu, eyang?!

Everyone else: “omg so cool! It’s only ep 1 but we’re already getting fire quotes 🔥”

Me: “Security my ass! Sasakibe became a donut the next second, he clearly don’t guard the place as well as he claims it to be tsk tsk”

In conclusion i have almost no opinion regarding the ep, i only have opinions on ichigo and some rants regarding imoyama jr lmaooo. I’m the wrong person to ask abt thoughts/analysis, i lose my braincells when ichigo’s involved 😭🤧

P.S. The ending scene has that beliau meme so im content

TLDR: ichigo pretty, karakura gang interaction = precious, imoyama jr’s property damage is thru the roof, arson grandpa being the worst security guard in existence, and beliau meme.

#ask sei #never ask my opinion on smth that has to do with ichi again #i cant hold back

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