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HIHI BRAND NEW MUTIE!!!! YOU INTERACTED WITH MY POST SO I GOT MY SILLY QUESTIONS :))):
Obscure Fadom(s) you need to talk about
That song that you have a mental break down to and then kill a man to in the same day
Why are you so cool?
Something in your immediate vicinity that would look so much better if it was bedazzled
Favorite type of tit
Your favorite thing you've ever created (meme, art, writing piece, ect.)
Character you would love to kiss (romantically or platonically)
Person you want to meet so badly, alive or dead
Favorite meme ever (I would ask vine but some people don't even know what vine is)
Food you would currently devour of placed in frontof you
Favorite weather in detail
Hyper specific color appreciation
HII AND YEAH, I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS AND OVERSHARING <3 makes me feel like a special little boy :]
Obscure fandoms I need to talk about:
Okay, so this is a bit difficult to answer, as I have a LOT of interests. I'd say the most obscure ones to most people would be russian classical literature, specificly the brothers karamazov by fyodor dostoevsky! I've read that book when I was 14 and it has never left my soul since. It marks an integral part of me as I continue to grow and find other interests that define me. Overall it'd be classical literature, and adding to that I'd say..sci-fi horror? Is that a genre? I just LOVE expressive gore and psychological torment, and if I apply that to anything fantasy and the 80s (which is also a recent interest-box of mine that includes a bunch if stuff I love) i guess a vibe starts to form..eldritch horrors? I guess?...BUT I think none of that is as obscure as my interest in The Mechanisms at the moment, I am being COMPLETELY sucked in, that and tma are just somehow perfect for me, and very comforting..It's tough at the moment, and they serve as good scapegoats for my anxiety, and offer comfort as well :) HUH so I think I got a bit side-tracked, other than that there is just interest in the history of human culture, including arts, linguistics, and probably the history of medicine (and just how horrificly unsafe the practise used to be). None of these are fandoms but they include a wide range of fandoms for me!
The song I have a mental breakdown to and kill a man for
OKAY SO, AGAIN, PROBABLY A LONG ANSWER-
Currently? I'd say lullaby and homesick by Dr.Carmilla - Exhumed & (Un)plugged.
https://youtu.be/lldnep2m2Bo?si=rbf2xP687lcp3HyQ
https://youtu.be/lLo0XpXU5GA?si=Xqmgk0L0dVNTsM9e
sweet sweet jonny and carmilla angst...jonny and carmilla parallels my love, I am thinking of you non stop...oh you are so drawable...
I'd also add Lost In The Cosmos Lonely by The Mechanisms!
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It tugs at my heartstrings and rips open my veins, and I scream and cry into the vast void of bitter and cold nothingness. I cry everytime. The serene tone is so good and the song resonates with me deeply. I'd even go as far as to say that it is my favorite mechanisms song..
Other than that I'd add three more songs, Trees and Flowers by Strawberry Switchblade, and both Love, Me Normally and Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood. They connect to my soul.
Why am I so cool?
Well, I never take a proper coat with me outside especially when it's chilly. Do I have a coat that fits my style? Absolutely. Do I still want everyone to see how many belts I can put on my person? Without a question.
Something in my vicinity that would look better if bedazzled
I'd say my wall! My room has an in built second floor where my sister used to sleep before she moved to another one, and whilst the lower floor is littered with artworks and two tolkien maps and all my books, I'd like to decorate the walls up here with some posters of my favorite bands, some character shrines, you know the like :) also the washing machine needs to go
Your favorite type of tit
You evil little shrinklings already know the answer to that one. But..I shall indulge I guess..
*shakily inhales* Drumtit.
*everyone cheers*
My favorite creation
If I was Dr. Carmilla or Frankenstein I'd say a child, but as of now, it must be my two of hearts digital artwork where they kiss in all sorts of ways :) I am genuenly very proud of that one. I have some difficulty loving my art, it's probably a self worth thing haha. I also love my patched jacket, but it stinks by now and I'm scared to wash it
Character I would love to kiss
I'm ace but I do kiss romanticly when I ship them with a character I project onto
Jonny d'Ville (platonicly) (I project a LOT), Drumbot Brian (romanticly), Martin Blackwood (platonicly), jonathan sims (romanticly/platonicly), michael shelly/distortion (platonicly), gerry keay (romanticly), both gunpowder tim and tim stoker (platonicly), any of the mechs really (platonicly), not sure about carmilla yet, but a reluctant hug, pavel karamazov/smerdyakov (platonicly), any of the karamazov brothers (platonicly) I'm gonna stop here but yeah :]
Person I'd want to meet so badly (alive or dead)
Well if it comes to people I look up to then that'd include david tennant, jonny sims and ethan becker. If you read this, no you don't. But yes they inspire me greatly to keep going and do what I love doing. I'm very passionate about stories and story telling, wether delivered, written or visual :)♡
Then there are, of course, my online mutuals (@cryptile and @drdrizzey ) and some of my old discord pals over on the russian literature server! Haven't been there in a long while but a meeting would be nice!
Favorite meme/vine EVER!!
I KNOW WHAT VINE IS!! I WAS BORN IN 2006 I'M ONE OF THE LAST ONES!!
I love so many vines pls I'm having difficulty choosing, but I did make a couple of vine compilations on my youtube account (needs updating btw-)
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Other than that..
Food I would currently devour
Jonny and Brian making out, water
Favorite weather (in detail)
When it's warm, not too hot and not too cold, and there is a slight breeze in the air that sometimes gets a bit stronger so that it can sweep up some leaves and branches to make that crackling sound on the asphalt I am walking on, but it's never strong enough to tussle my hair or anything. The sun isnt too bright and you can smell a far away waft of rain. You can enjoy the chill a bit when you pull of your cardigan. Not many people around. And I also love it when the sun is out but it rains slightly. Very damp but in a comfortable way :)
Specific colour appreciation
Warm colours!! Musty, dusty colours that have bits of tone sharpness within but overall present the image of a lived in eastern european apartment from the 19th century. Probably on the scale of yellow I'd say
Thank you for the asks, it was really fun♡
#asks#answer#fyodor dostoevsky#russian literature#the brothers karamazov#the mechanisms#pavel karamazov#jonny d'ville#personal post
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LPS: Blog (Re)Intro
Little Peril Stories | Kate | adult | she/her
Masterlists:
The Queen of Lies (ongoing): AU for The Prince of Thieves—sheltered, rich sad girl meets snarky criminal; chaos ensues; whumpy, Victorian forbidden love vibes with a side helping of angst and girl power
The Court of Rogues (work in progress): sequel to The Prince of Thieves; details to come 2024.
The Prince of Thieves (complete): guy and gal get arrested and tormented by super cool, totally normal constable while pals on the outside freak out and make bad decisions; fun 1800s prison vibes with a side helping of angst and chosen family
Blood Garnet (side WIP, low priority): girl gets lost in magic woods and gets chased by her hapless cousin and a grump hunter; awkward magic man tries to help; supernatural(ish) romantasy vibes with a side helping of angst and betrayal
Man of Letters (UNRESOLVED; part of Whumptober 2023): awkward scholar boi tries to save the girl he falls in love with and gets way more than he bargained for; light romantasy paired with heavy emo vibes, with a side of helping of angst and torture
Fen and Freddie (complete): gal gets kidnapped, dopey cinnamon roll with hopeless crush tries to rescue her and fails; vague superhero sci-fi vibes with a side helping of angst and pining
The Curiosity Collector (complete): sweet non-confrontational magic boy gets kidnapped and needs rescuing by bf and sis; witchy, autumnal vibes with a side helping of angst and falling in love
✨ Check out: OC & WIP extras (mood boards, lyrics inspo, tag game creations, and more!)
This is a whumpblr/writeblr space! Sometimes I’ll post/reblog writerly posts, memes, etc., but a lot of the posts/RBs will be about whump. I post original writing and reblog the work of others that I enjoy, gifs, tropes, prompts, and other such things.
I’m down with asks and tag games but may not respond right away. If I seem to ignore you, it’s not personal, it just means real life is taking priority at that moment.
I love comments and feedback on my writing and welcome them with open arms.
A note on age: I know I can’t actually stop you from accessing this blog, but I do not wish to interact with people under 18. It’s not personal, I’m sure you’re great, but it has everything to do with my job IRL. Please respect this boundary and come back on your 18th birthday.
Check out: My Most Common Tropes
My favourite elements of whump have to do with power dynamics, intimidation, dread, and angst. I love captivity-with-a-cause: kidnapping for ransom or as leverage over someone else, prison (in fantasy or historical settings, less so for modern settings though it’s not a hard rule), and the like. Fantasy presents so many creative versions of this trope, so I do love me some fantasy whump! It also gives lots of opportunity for dungeons, shackles, and other fun implements like that. Gratuitous tying or chaining up is always delightful to see. Pining, desperately trying to protect a loved one (…and failing), and self-sacrifice are other big tropes I love, so expect to see lots of those!
As for characters, I love it when they are as far as you can get from perfect, pure, and innocent—when they’re good enough people, but whose flawed or maybe even problematic decisions lead them into trouble. Always, always, I want my characters to have a hand in their own fates. Pure-hearted victims of the narrative who simply fall into a whumpy situation are cute and fun, but not what I tend to write.
A few odds and ends I’m such a sucker for, so you’ll probably find them in my writing:
Sibling relationships
Allusions to songs, books, folklore, and musicals
Nature and weather helping to set the scene (oh my goodness, how many times can I work snow into one story?)
If romance, either slow burn or instant attraction
…with a sprinkling of “huh, I don’t understand what I’m feeling, wtf is going on??”
‘In the nick of time’ rescues
Painfully awkward moments
Fluff and comfort, but only once they’ve really earned it
Almost kisses
Hard choices
Happy endings
You probably won’t find much gore or explicit noncon here, but there might be some elements of those in my stories or in reblogs. I don’t write BBU or pet whump.
My original “whumpy things I like” post can be found here.
Anyway, thanks for reading! 💕 Happy whumping!
#blog intro#whump intro#writeblr intro#this is a reintroduction#whump community#writeblr#whumpblr#pinned post
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Hello, books and worms!
I’m testing out a fun new project of creating themed lists of five to a dozen titles each month. They’ll have a cute little collage for each title’s cover, and then a very short blurb for the title, author, age, genre, and a sentence or two of description.
This month’s theme is devoted to Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week, but feel free to send an ask with requests!
Description blurb for each book under the cut v
Life Underwater / Matthew Metzger: Romance; a gray-romantic Muslim transgender man accidentally falls in love with a non-binary marine biologist
Fire Becomes Her / Rosiee Thor: YA Fantasy, Historical; a demiromantic bisexual woman schemes her way to the top of alt-Jazz Age magical politics
Syncopation / Anna Zabo: Romance; two band mates, one tour bus. can a gay song writer make it work with an aromantic rock star Dom?
Devon’s Island / SI Clarke: Sci-Fi; a soldier and her food scientist wife must work together with an aro-ace autistic scientist to plan a mission to Mars
The Bruising of Qilwa / Naseem Jamnia: Fantasy; a middle eastern aro-ace non-binary refugee discovers a terrible new disease amongst accusations of blood magic
The Last 8 / Laura Pohl: YA Sci-Fi, Apocalypse; eight teens survive an alien attack and gather at Area 51, led by an aromantic bisexual Latina who discovers a space ship that could change everything …
Two Dark Moons / Avi Silver: YA Fantasy; an aromantic bisexual female must survive in a jungle of reptilian people to pass her coming of age ritual
It Sounds Like This / Anna Meriano: YA Fiction; fat ace Latina MC leads a brass marching band of newbies with the help of a sweet and shy gray-romantic ace boy who just might be her new crush
Tarnished are the Stars / Rosiee Thor: YA Sci-Fi; a lesbian with an illegal clock-work heart, a tyrant’s aro-ace son, and a skilled assassin form an uneasy alliance to end an epidemic
The Liar’s Guide to the Night Sky / Brianna Shrum: YA Action; a ski-slope accident pits a bisexual girl training to be a firefighter and her cousin’s aromantic pansexual Latino best friend against freezing temperatures
The Rhythm of My Soul / Elin Dyer: YA Mystery; an aro-ace ballerina, a boy determined to dance until it kills him, and a new boy with a dark past need to figure out who is out for revenge–and why
Common Bonds: an anthology of short stories featuring aromantic characters
#aromantic awareness week#aromantic awareness#aro week#aromantic#aro rep#YA#YA books#adult books#fiction#lgbt fiction#lgbtqia#themed lists#book recs
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I love your battle field doctor soo much! And I would like to share a prompt with you, really hope you would like it! After a heated argument between Tony and Stephen, the Avengers help Tony reconcile with Stephen and convince the sorcerer that he isn't worthless. When they meet again, Stephen's hurt and held in a hospital room by Chritine. In the eyes of Stephen's former co-workers sure Stephen was an utter asshole, but he was their asshole, and they do not appreciate someone hurt his feelings.
Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 1.8k
Chapter’s Note: Tony is mean in this one D: But he apologizes later. I really like the idea of the medical staff still having Stephen's back.
(Thank you for your patient with this request. I know I took my sweet time with it)
“I told you I have everything under control.”
“Under control? That thing destroyed the whole building.” Tony pointed to the ruins of the former city library. “It almost killed Peter!”
“I admit it was more resilient than I first thought," Stephen conceded. The threat had taken them by surprise, an eldritch horror being that had slipped through a temporary rift between dimensions. In the end, he had not been able to defeat it, just managed to send it home.
His words didn’t make Tony less angry. The man took everything personal when Peter was involved, and the unconscious boy had to be brought to Doctor Cho by The Falcon. Friday hadn’t told any update yet on the boy’s status and the uncertainty killed him. And since there were no more monsters he could take his anger out, he targeted the next best thing: Strange.
“How did it even get here? I thought you had some kind of protection to prevent exactly this shit! Or why didn’t you use your glowing jewelry to see it coming and stop it before it started attacking the library?”
Stephen got defensive. “You know it doesn’t work this way.”
“No, I don’t! All I know is that it’s your job to keep these kinds of cthulhu monsters out of the city. And if you can’t do the one job you’re here for, tell me, what are you good for?!”
“Tony”, Rhodey interjected warningly to stop him, but Tony didn’t listen.
“You’re always so high and mighty about how your stupid magic is superior to everything. But whatever happened to Peter today, that's on you!”
“Tony!” Rhodey’s voice was sharp. He had placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and Tony jerkily turned his head toward him.
“What?” Tony saw the very judging face of his best friend.
“That’s enough.”
Tony opened his mouth to disagree, because if it was about Peter, it was never enough. But when he turned his head back to Strange, he fell silent.
Stephen’s jaw was clenched, but his eyes betrayed the true feeling behind the stern face. The sorcerer turned around and left through a portal.
The other Avengers on the scene looked at Tony, awkwardly.
"That was uncalled for," Rhodey chided him.
Friday chimed up in his ear. “Doctor Cho said that Peter will be fine. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs.”
Tony closed his eyes for a moment, sighing. He was relieved about the news, but still he didn't feel any better.
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“Hi dear.” There was a PR smile plastered on Tony’s face, even if he didn’t feel like it.
The receptionist at Metro's looked up and froze for a moment, surprised to see who was speaking to her.
“Tony Stark!”
Good. That usually helped.
“Yepp, that’s me. I’m here for Stephen Strange, former doctor and surgeon of this hospital.”
Something shifted in her face and with a more neutral voice she asked, “Are you related or part of his family?”
“No.” Tony shook his head. “But the thing is-”
“Then I’m afraid you can’t visit him.” Her mouth became a thin line. Maybe she wasn’t a fan of him after all. Some people were still hung up on what SI used to sell in its early years.
But this wasn’t the first time Tony had to work with a tough crown and he didn't give up that easily.
“And isn’t that quite the inconvenience? You see, I came all the way here to talk to him. If you could just give me any information on where I find him, I’ll be out of your hair.” Tony was all smiles and charm. “If not, I might occupy you for the next, let's say, two hours, and I’ve been told I can be quite annoying.” As if to punctuate his words, he reached across the table and took her post-it pad, playing with it in his hands.
For that he earned a judging look from the receptionist. But at that moment the phone rang and she took the call instead of scolding him.
Tony waited until she forwarded the call, willing to make good of his threat. After she hung up and noticed that he was still standing at her table, she narrowed her eyes.
“Fine, Mr. Stark, I can give you one piece of information.”
Tony beamed. “Excellent. I knew we would come to an agreement.”
“Doctor Stephen Strange may no longer practice medicine here, but he is still a doctor. Not a former.” Tony was baffled by the venom in her voice, as if he had personally insulted her. "Now, please leave."
She turned to another visitor who needed help and Tony actually took a step back.
That wasn’t how he thought this would go.
But he didn’t want to leave yet, not without talking to the sorcerer, and so, while the receptionist was distracted, he slipped past her. He knew Strange was somewhere in this building. Wong had told him after Tony had asked him about Strange – after there had been radio silence between the two men for two weeks. Apparently Strange had just returned from wherever a Sorcerer Supreme usually went in his adventures and his sorcerer friend had sent him straight to the hospital, because he had looked worse for wear.
Tony started his search in the ER on the ground floor and looked around inconspicuously. As inconspicuous as it was possible for a celebrity like him.
He was used to the mixed reactions he received, but it hadn’t been this bad as since before Afghanistan when SI was still selling weapons. Some nurses stared at him, outright hostile. Others ignored him completely.
Tony glanced into rooms and tried to listen in, to hear if the name of the sorcerer was dropped.
“Mr. Stark. Why are you sneaking around my ER?” He turned around and, oh, he actually recognized this one. But he wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing that Christine Palmer of all people approached him. “Do you need medical help?” Her gaze slid over him in a professional manner to see if she would spot any obvious wounds or injuries.
“I’m visiting a friend.”
“Really?” Her voice would have brought any other man to his knees immediately. With a rueful face, a bouquet of flowers and an apology on his lips. “I’m pretty sure you don’t question friends what they’re good for.”
Ouch.
“He told you that?”
“Stephen didn’t need to tell me anything,” Christine explained. “You two had your disagreement right beside the paramedics and they love to gossip.” She reminded him of Pepper right about when she was about to lecture him, and sure enough Christine continued, taking a step closer to him. “Stephen may no longer work here, but we still consider him one of us. And we take insults to one of us not lightly. So when I ask you why you want to see him, your answer is better going to be ‘I’m sorry and I want to apologize’.”
There was a very unique kind of loyalty between the members of a medical staff. Something even an Avengers could not interfere with. They were a tight group of people. Strange might be an asshole but he was their asshole. The now sorcerer had been once one of them and would always remain one of them. At least in their eyes.
Tony knew when he was defeated. “I’m sorry and I want to apologize.”
Christine smiled sweetly and totally fake. “I’ll ask him if he is in the mood to see you.”
Tony swore to never let her meet Pepper. Each of both women alone was scary enough, together they would be unstoppable.
The nurse left him and disappeared through a door nearby, which she closed behind her.
Tony followed anyway.
It was a typical ER patient room. Stephen sat shirtless on the bed and bandaged his own arm – that told something about doctors being the worst patients. His body looked like a zombie horde trampling all over it. His whole torso was littered with bruises and cuts, and the gauze in his face suggested that it didn't look any better there.
The nurse whirled around when she heard Tony enter, her scorn fully back on. "You're not supposed to be-"
"Christine." Stephen's voice was raspy. He could move his lip only so much, or it was in danger of bursting open again. "It's fine."
Christine, judging by her face, disagreed. “Sometimes I miss the asshole you used to be”, she told him.
“Do you really?” Stephen asked, amused.
She smirked. “No.”
She left the room, not without a last dirty glance to Tony, who raised his hands in defense. He received the message.
“I don’t think she likes me," Tony said after she had closed the door.
“Shocking.”
“I know.”
The men looked at each other. Stephen’s shoulders were tense, as if he expected Tony to continue his rant from their last meeting.
Just as an uncomfortable silence threatened to spread, Tony spoke up first. “Listen, because of the other day-”
“You weren’t wrong.” Tony wondered, what was it about medics interrupting him today? Stephen didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on his work on his arm. "I know I haven't been doing this hero gig as long as you. Or not nearly as long as the ancient one. But I’m doing my best and-”
“No. Stephen, no,” Tony disagreed. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was scared about Peter and put my anger out on you. He is fine, by the way.”
“I know. He visited the Sanctum a few days ago.” Strange was still not looking at him. He struggled to wrap the bandages because his fingers had started shaking.
Tony stepped up to him and took the bandage in his hands to continue the work. Stephen clenched his jaw but didn't resist the help. Maybe he just wanted to prevent another fight. Still, the sorcerer refused to say another word about what had happened.
Tony felt like he was running into a wall and so he changed the subject. "What chew you up and spit you out like this, anyway?
Stephen glanced up at him, then to the side. He reminded Tony of Peter when the boy knew he had done something, Tony wouldn’t be happy about. He waited until Stephen spoke again.
“I visited that eldritch Kalaravren and made sure it won’t surprise us a second time.”
Tony paused, his mouth open. “Stephen.” The sorcerer had faced this monster all alone, after they had had trouble standing up to it even as a group last time? No wonder he looked so battered.
Their eyes met again.
“I’m sorry.” Tony sighed. “Please stop doing this reckless stuff.”
Stephen snorted. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Tony shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “Was worth a shot.”
#IronStrange#Tony Stark#Iron Man#Stephen Strange#Doctor Strange#request#prompt#SpaceMermaid#SpaceMermaid writes#Christine Palmer#the night nurse
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MBTI is pretty interesting,
what MBTI do you think for each character in the game? (including MC)
🎀 For that, my angel, I shall summon @melmellimelon123 because they're the one who introduced me to MBTI and are a total expert about this kind of stuff! 🎀
Me and them talked about it before, so I will show you what they came up with because that's the most accurate you'll have~
“Glad I’m needed for some understanding and knowledge. You summoned me to stand by! Now let me explain from how far I’ve reached.
Saeyoung= obvious ENTP, inventive, chaotic and uses humour to lighten up everyone’s day. Very smart and knowledgeable with his work.
Zen= ESFP for sure! Maybe. Anyways, we know his extroverted tendencies and how aware of his surrounding and physically engaged he is with every role played on stage. That’s why he’s so talented, due to Se function. (You can read it up or ask ahead for any questions;) )
Jaehee= Hardworking ISTJ. Reserved and routine oriented, this woman is always up to work until exhaustion, yet still manages to keep our RFA stable by planning objectives.
Jumin= INTJ, which differentiates from Jaehee due to Ni function, similar yet more deep and thoughtful over future possibilities, reaching out to the most likely option to occur.
Yoosung= I know all the INFPs are coming- yes this boy is an INFP! Sweet, caring and has his own struggles with emotional trauma. Procrastinates on his studies very often (inferior Te) but knows what he feels right (moral compass is stable).
Rika= INFJ woman. Yes you may think she’s extroverted but INFJ’s use Fe as their second function and I can’t see Inferior Ti in this organised person. Her overall arc revolves around her Ni-Ti loop by pushing her feelings away and becoming more controlling.
V/Jihyun Kim= A kind hearted ISFJ. Peaceful and in tune with everyone’s desires, this man strives to make his people happy. His arc was about his Si-Ti loop. Him not finding the possibility of not moving away from Rika, stuck in how they could still fix everything and that they loved each other, indicating inferior Ne and dominant Si (Si is searching for how things always have been to play safe.)
Saeran= INFP and this is connecting to how both him and Yoosung understood each other very deeply in game. Leading with the same functions, they relate to their pain(Fi).
His arc showed how Suit Saeran became Saeran in his grip state (when a person overuses or is forced to use functions that aren’t developed or strong.), becoming unstable in Te. Without a judging function, he didn’t know WHY or WHERE he is going to base his decisions of.”
And I personally think that MC is whatever ending you're perusing and what you identify as yourself! After all, MC is just you. And that means it depends on the way you pursue the game and characters!
Hope that helped you out, love! Thank my friend Melon for the analysis, too! 🎀
#mystic messenger#mm#unrelated#mbti#mysme#saeran#saeran choi#mystic messenger saeran#707#mystic messenger 707#luciel#mystic messenger luciel#saeyoung#saeyoung choi#mystic messenger saeyoung#yoosung#yoosung kim#mystic messenger yoosung#rika#mystic messenger rika#v#mystic messenger v#jaehee#jaehee kang#mystic messenger jaehee#zen#mystic messenger zen#jumin#jumin han#mystic messenger jumin
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OC-tober Day 5- RELATIONSHIP
I decided to draw an oc that, even tho is my newest, i barely drew him, like I havent fully finished his ref sheet.
Yet here we are, and he si with his partner hihi.
The explanation behind this under the cut :P
↬Commissions || KO-FI ↫
For this one I wanted to show how he intereacts with his partner, first the idea was to show them before the were official, but in the end and after a bunch of sketches I ended up with this one whne they're official.
Bao (the one on the left) gets easily flustered whenever Itzae (the one on the right) show any love displays.
Itzae is very sweet and tender, I think of the concept "prince charming" when i think of a way of describing him in a relationship.
So yeah, thats my boy :3
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So could you do a Chris (Until Dawn) X Male! reader, where the reader just doesn't really like people and Chris feels really special about the fact that reader enjoys being around him. I would really enjoy it! (I really enjoy your work either way. I just feel like its very true to the characters and such and that makes it very enjoyable) Thank you in advance :) Have a great day <3
Absolutely my dear! I'd be delighted to write this, I love this idea so much!! Hope you like this, I went with headcanons cus I was having a difficult time thinking of anything else to write, sorry my lovely. Also Chris is absolutely a Bi King and I bow to him every day 🙇♂️🙇♀️🙇 SORRY I GOT SO DISTRActed writing this, I just really liked the ship I made up in my head of you two and want you boys to be happy together 😭😭
Chris Hartley x M!Reader
General Headcanons
Fluff
Pre-Game
AWWWW YOU MAKIN THIS BOY BLUSHHHHHHHHH😭💓💕💗😭😭🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
He's just so honored that he's the only person you like being around
He's seen how you act around other people
And seeing you act so differently around him, like you genuinely enjoy his company?
😭💖😭💘💝😭💓😭💞💗
Everyone thinks he's some nerdy weirdo and tends to not want to spend time with him
So seeing that the prettiest boy in the world being so in love with him????????
He's in love forever now. You can't get rid of him
And, off topic but it needs to be said, he's 1000% a MAJOR hugger
Just, super clingy, sweet and warm i-😭💕
Loves laying on your chest (or you laying on his), it's the perfect position for head kisses
He feels so lucky he's the only one that gets to hold you everyday💓
But if you don't really like hugging he'll try to tone it down for you
Doesn't want to upset you accidentally 🥺💗
OKAY BACK TO THE POint sorry
So... Chris is probably very insecure
I mean he's surrounded by athletes and class presidents that get anybody they could possibly want and he's never gotten anyone so he kinda thought no-one would ever want or like him
So the fact the most beautiful boy in the world is interested in him and ONLY him?
That's enough to make him cry on the spot😭💓
But being your boyfriend gives him a massive confidence boost
Just being near you is a massive confidence boost
Cus like...
Pretty, anti-social boy has soft spot for him?
Yea he feels pretty good about that :3
I feel like Chris is pretty introverted too
Probably not as much as you but still..
So dates with him usually consist of staying inside and sharing your hobbies with each other
I think Chris would love to play video games or watch cheesy 80's movies with you
(Si-Fi is his favourite genre (just a heads-up))
Snuggling under a blanket in front of the tv is pure heaven for this lovesick boy
He's the only one who gets to do that!!!!!!!
Such a sweetieeeeeeeee😭💗💘
He loves you so much that, even though he hates the outdoors, if you liked them, he'd love to be out there with you💞💞
We know from the until dawn companion app, that Chris' dream job is an App Designer so he'd probably show you his most recent projects, use you as a tester and make you cute little apps
Thats an honour you shouldn't take lightly💘
Really specific, but I think he would just randomly start staring at you
Not in a creepy way but in a 'holy shit, he chose me out of eight billion people?' Kinda way
Then he starts crying uncontrollably
He feels so lucky you picked him to be your boyfriend
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Junko~? Who can survive the longest before surrendering to your MASSIVE cake butt?! Mukuro, ryoko, or a really busy yasuke.
Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!
"Puhuhuhu!~ So you really wanna know which of those three could ever hope to stack up, hm? Thankfully, I'm a step ahead of you on this one" Slapping her meaty, jiggly, ass (taking pride as it shook so enticingly. Switching to her depressed state, she signed and clapped her hands. "I didn't have much going for me that day so I took the liberty of going about the experiment myself and even filming it a bit..."
From the walls, a television screen emerged. Firstly displaying a scene of Junko in the youngest triplet's room, in nothing but a ruby red thong, pushing her caked up backside up in poor Ryoko's face. The analyst seemed to try, she really did, but with how Junko seemed to pride herself in making things difficult by really grinding and rubbing her doughy cheeks into the woman's face, it was only natural that Ryoko would tap out soon after about three minutes. (Tapping out in this case, being smacking Junko's bottom as fast and hard as possible. Granted, being this is Junko, whenever she decided to move was probably a little later than what the other party hoped for).
The scene then shifted to Yasuke, who was originally going back and forth inside of his office, scrambling to get his papers for his next research project in order. So one can imagine how he reacted when Junko, being devious bitch incarnate, pretty much tackled him out of nowhere and began facesitting him.
"MMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!!! JHMNMKPHHHH!!" Muffled, annoyed, screams bellowed out from underneath his pale, sweaty, jelly prison, but Junko continued to ignore him in favor of at least organizing his papers. After all, if Yasuke kept this up then he'd probably pass out arouuuuund......huh. About seven minutes? A bit more than she expected, but he really spent quite a while just yelling his heart out. Poor thing!~ After ensuring his work was in order, she got up, gave him a nice peck on the cheek and happily sauntered out.
Finally, there was Mukuro...and boy did Junko not look happy in this one. She had caught Mukuro bench pressing in the gym and had quietly plopped down on her face as she held the bar up. At first, the trickster was quite pleased, betting that Mukuro was in quite the bit of despair of having both her oxygen on a time limit and trying to steady herself to not drop the weights....at least that's what she thought. Five minutes....fifteen minutes....twenty-five minutes....thirty fi-!? Argh!!! Junko even took the time to do her past shtick of rubbing her bottom against Mukuro's face or bouncing on it a bit!! Giving her some temporary relief...and taking that away just as quick!! Nothing! She wasn't quitting or passing out!! Annoyed she got up and glared at Mukuro.
"Seriously, how the Hell do you make suffering under moi's ass boring as shit!? What gives!!" Taking a few moments to relish that sweet, sweet air, a blushing Mukuro gently sat the bar and got up.
"Ah, well....stuff like this isn't too uncommon in Fenrir." Well, kind of. She never had to worry about a sweaty ass being the one to restrict her breathing like this. Admittedly, some part of her also enjoys this kind of treatment...but best not to say that part out loud.
"Ugh, of course a pervy musclehead like you picked up something like that! Again, even your weird skills are a disappointment. To make up for this, you're doing the same thing to Makoto once we leave, got it!?"
"E-e-eh!? I-I, I...." knowing she can't escape her fate, her sighed in defeat. "Y-yes, sis..."
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"So there you have it!~ Don't you find it interesting how the worst and best takers were both my disappointing sisters? I guess you can always count on family when it matters!!" Junko said in a cutesy voice. As the video was going on, she had stripped completely naked, shaking and occasionally slapping her perky butt once eyes were back on her.
"Though all this talk and footage has got me in the mood to do a bit of a repeat...though perhaps next time I'll target different subject?" Well, whatever she picked, it was going to be heaven for her...
And absolute doughy Hell for her victims!~
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#SpillOrdrink with Manhattan St.
dek miu, cerine, alcy, sienna, gijav, obed, moses, cla, clai, elxy, rofen, azel, xiano, osi, havian, menurutku karna mereka sering on gdm dan kalo semua muncul gdm jadi rame banget itu sih positive vibes menurutku.
"i thought i was getting better, i honestly did. but now i'm laying in bed trying to figure out the hell is wrong with me and why i'm never enough" dari kalimat itu belajar introspeksi diri sama belajar cara buat menerima diri sendiri.
ningning ngga tau kenapa betah aja ngerasa mirip gitu centil centilnya wkwk
i have crush on cerine, cilaf, cesel, cherine, karinanya manhattan cantik banget lagi kesemsem sama karina hehe
taylor swift - all too well, labirinth - jealous, conan grey - heather, blackpink - hope not
di dm sama PK alias acc rp cowo yang ngedm mosud pengen ngobrol taunya minta hal berbau rated thingy
dengan bawel wkwk nanya nanya aja basa basi
orang pertama yang viralin ending fairy sampe sekarang ending fairy itu kek kewajiban gitu
off from internet, touch some grass, hunting foodie
taylor swift - back to desember
awkarin ft younglex - bad boy wkwk itu lagu gue hapal banget tapi jadi ngga suka sekarang karna terdengar jamet
pake nanya? JOIN DONG. plsss verif aku lagi ya
semuanya pengen tapi yang jarang interact sama aku mungkin ini > bene, hex, K, ningninz, abrar, elxy, degaf, younjungn, yora, reid, rue, fano, jekar, qei, kiming, altha, gervan, volta, kean
jujur semuanya cocok
semuanya laaah
yujinay, galak.
jomblo aman
Blair: fi sweet desc sweetheart. Dan: fi cool desc cooler. Serena: fi humble desc fun. Chuck: fi cool desc humoris. Jenny: fi cute desc cutest.
OBED, HAVIAN
sadgurl: athla, sadboy: kavin
tercantik: clai, sienna. terganteng: moses, marvion
havian, elxy, miu, moses
ELXY, HAVIAN
karinanya manhattan alias cerine, cherine, cilaf, cesel
alcy lucuuu
pepet terus secara ugal ugalan ngga boleh jaim jaim
have never felt something that deep, I don't expect love from someone I have a crush on because that would only be hurt
foto di ava yang sekarag itu jadi one of my fav sih
29. tukeran jiwa sama dedek miu deh
30. drama yang ngirim menfess ke diri sendiri dengan mengatasnamakan cowo yang udah taken as sendernya, terus si pacarnya cowo itu jadi salah faham, itu aneh banget sih.
31. how they think and edits they profile needs
32. i have ever, just loving someone is fun enough, don't add to it the feeling of wanting to possess
33. tempat bermain
34. yujinay
35. ngga sih, tapi gue ngga pernah nyesel juga kenal main rp
36. jadi budak activis gini kaya ikut squad dan main games bareng
37. banyak orang yang mukdu, manipulatif, ego, banyak drama
38. Momen waktu acc kesuspend semua sampe ngga punya lagi 1 acc pun, itu juga yang bikin gue pernah vakum lama.
39. pernah punya mantan pacaran selama 4 tahun and he never hurt me that much selebihnya day by day sama dia indah banget
40. sesayang kalo ada yang ngehate aku lebih baik tutup mata tutup telinga
41. fi: humble, classy, cool
42. suasana yang kalo di gdm sopan, cara ct memperlakukan member itu bijak, membernya solid, grup rame terus
43. sienna, miu, moses
44.
45. digaslightingin, dighosting, dikasarin
46. masih pengen main rp aja
47. pernah dulu dapet menfess terror beberapa kali disuruh mati sama orang yang kita ngga tau siapa
48. Kangen imagine sih, yang bener bener imagine formal
49. that "i will never leave you and never hurt you"
50. //
51. buset mantan gue cuman 2 wkwk
52. manhattan dong 🤭
53. makan paru balado crispy
54. yujinay galak sama mantanku mungkin
55.
56. JJANG!
57. join manhattan adalah pengalaman yang bahagia :p
58. for my bestie i will always feeling lucky to have you
59. classroom of the elite
60. I would skip time to take a look at your future instead
61. The key to coping with sadness is accepting that it's a natural part of life and learning to deal with it in a healthy way. This can include talking to supportive people, exercising or doing activities that make me feel good, and recognizing that what im feeling isn't permanent. When i feel like im not good enough, remember that it's just a temporary feeling and doesn't define my life or my true worth. Remind myself of my strengths and accomplishments and remind myself that i have value, no matter what anyone says. But, if the sadness and feeling of not being worthy enough become too much, I usually cry a little.
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hi halo, hari inii aku mau ngetik notes kecil lagi tentang iyam & buat iyaaaam! 💗
don't know why tapi kayanyaaa udah jadi salah satu my current fav things to do buat kayaa gini.
apaaa yaaa, kayanya kalau desc tentaaaang iyam, IYAM NYA JUGA UDAH TAU. kalau fi tentang iyam, IYAM NYA JUGA UDAH TAU. jadi hari ini ngapain dong? (NGAPAIN AJA BOLEH). cerita cerita lagi aja deh ya kayanya.
bulan inii banyaaaaak bangeeet club bola favorite iyaaam yang menang + bikin iyaaaam happy, semaleeem iyam abis beresin laprak tapi seperti biasa SAMBIL NONTON BOLAAA KARENA TADI MALEM ADA BARCA NYAAA (duh maaf banget kalau ngomongin soal bola gw rada SOTOY). teruus yang menang si barca deh. jadi si IYAM, SI FAHRUR, SI KA IYAM, SI COWOKKU PALING KEREN, SI MY #1 LOML SENENG DEEEEEH HEHEHEHEHEH. 😻
jujur, kalau liat iyam happy tuh BERASA BANGET & JADI IKUT HAPPY JUGA. tapi iyam emang mesti. wajib. HAPPY HAPPY TERUUUS KARENA DIA DESSERVE TO BE HAPPY & DESSERVE ALL HAPPINESS IN THIS WORLD. kalau ada yang bilang & ngomongin hal jelek tentang iyam, KAYANYA GW BAKAL NGOMEL BANGET DEH. soalnya iyam tuh bestboy! best boy i've ever seen. kalau ditanyaa hal baik apaaa yang ada di iyam, gw bakal jawab BANYAK. iyaaam tuh super baik, super lucu, supeeeer ganteeeeeeng, super gemes, super GATAU LAGI DEH MESTI NGETIK APA LAGI SOALNYA COWOKKU PAKET KOMPLIT.
iyam tuh ganteeeng nya bukan hanyaaa di fisik aja temen temen, caraaa dia ngetreat aku beneran ganteeeng bangeeeet (PAHAM GAK? GAK YA? YAUDA PAHAMIN AJA YA 😭). ga hanyaaa itu, sifat & sikaap & kepribadian iyam juga beneran cakeeep, okeeeng & super baik. #PROUDGF.
i can't imagine what if i hadn't met my boyfriend. i've never loved someone like this, i've never talked about it with anyone, but this is the first time i've loved someone so much that i always think whatever he does as long as he's happy, i'm happy too (FOR REAL).
i never thought I'd meet someone who could make me feel like i was the happiest person in the world. someone with a wide range of thoughts, someone who understands how to respect each others, someone with a million abilities that make me always proud to be with someone like iyam. everything about his basic manner. he knows how to treat me well and he always put a consent as a excuse to make sure i’am fine with everything he did to me. iyam tuh the only person who can make me fall this deep. he’s just looking too good and his sweet personality kept me warm all day long ❤️🥺.
anw, 'SAYANG' & 'CANTIKKU' FROM IYAAAAAM ALREADY BE MY CURRENT FAV PET NAMEEEE ‼️(only iyam can do this)‼️.
teruuus, aku selalu SUPER HAPPY tiap dapeet good morning & good night message from iyaaam. it's so f means a lot to meee. beneran bermakna bangeeeet setiap dapet itu semuaaaaa dari iyaaaaam. DUH I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND BANGET DEH!! ❤️🥺
kalau bisa di desc pake 1 lagu iyaaam tuh DAYLIGHT BANGEEET.
setiap denger lagu ini pasti selalu keinget iyam, ngerasa happy banget karena punyaaa iyaaaam didunia ini. I FEEL LIKE I'M THE LUCKIEST GIRL. ❤️🥺
BTW, AKU NGETIK INI SAMBIL CHATAN SAMA IYAM KARENA DUH DJANAJA MALU & SUPER LUCUW NOTES KU YANG SEBELUM NYA UDH DIBACA SAMA IYAAAAM HAHAHAHAHHAHA 😭. tapi semogaa iyam juga happy ya bacaa yang ini, YAM GW SAYANG BANGET SAMA LO ASELI PAKE E. BENERAN SAYAAANG BANYAK BANYAAAAAK. ❤️🥺
gw kemaren udh bilang kaya gini tapi yaaaaam, let's hold hands for 5372829293 years yaaaaa. terus AYOOOO KEDEPAN NYAAA KITAAAAAA WUJUDIN BAREEENG BAREEEENG WISHLIST & DREAM DATE LO YANG SELAMA INIII LO PENGENIN. gw semau itu buat wujudin wishlist lo bareeeeng bareeenggg. gw mau sama lo terus & gak akan pernah mau buat kehilangan lo. 🥺
kalau sometimes atau what if lo ada mikir kaya "maaf ya bin gw belum bisa ngasih apa apa atau gw belum bisa kaya cowo cowo lain diluar sana" GW BAKAL SEDIH BANGET. yam, lo udah ngasih waktu lo buat gw. lo udah ngasih gw banyaaaaak kebahagiaaaan. lo udah ngasih gw rumaaah ternyaman buat gw pulaaang ke lo & lo juga udah ngasih gw kasih sayaaang yang lebih dari cukup buat gw. makasi banyak ya iyam sayang, gw gatau mau bilang makasi kaya gimana lagi ke lo, tapi MAKASI BANYAK YA IYAAAAAM. GW BANGGA BANGEET PUNYA LO, GW JUGA BANGGA BANGEEET PUNYAAA COWOK KAYA LO ❤️🥺.
makasih jugaaa ka, udah jadi my #1 daily booster, mood booster, mood makeeeer & love booster buat gw. for real, setelah adaaaa lo yang gw butuhin kalau lagi ga okeng tuh cuman lo. beneran lo, cuman sama lo energy, mood & feeling gw jadi okeeeeng lagiii. beneran lo tuh bisa recharge energy & mood gw banget yam, makasi banyaaak ya iyaaam sayaaang 💗
yam, gw udah lama ga bilang ini GW GREATFUL BANGEEEET PUNYAAAAA LO. GW GREATFUL BANGEEET BISA JADI CEWE LO, GW SEGREATFUL ITU YAAAAM. GREATFUL BANYAK BANYAAAAK & GREATFUL SETIAAAAAP HARIIIIIII. (gw gabisa bayangin semisal gw ga kenal & ga ketemu lo gimana 😿. jadi, iyam disini aja yaa sama gw. i will try my best buat jadi binaaaaa & cewe yang baik buat lo & still jadi diri sendiriii PINKY PROMISE). ❤️🥺
i hope good things will always be between him & us, I'm very grateful to have iyam 🍓💌
akhir kata apa ya, kayanyaaaa mau ngasih pick up line aja deh ke kakanya. sebenernya gw bingung sih tapi ka, i have no pick up lines in my mind cause i only have you in my mind rn :) HAHAHAHAHA I LOVE YOU BIG TIME, KA IYAAAAAM!! 💗❤️😻
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Kink Lottery - ScareBane + blindfold
“Welcome to my humble clinic,” the skinny man behind the desk grinned diabolically at the sight of the tall figure standing at the door of his grim-looking basement.
The place was definitely not a medical center, more like a shabby BDSM club, known only to those who were looking for trouble. The man at the entrance must have been looking for some, since he climbed down the dirty stairs without a second thought, the sound of his footsteps not as heavy as his muscular figure would have indicated.
“How can I help you tonight, Mr. Bane?”
The man in the luchador mask made his way toward the dusty desk in the middle of the room. “Same as last time, compañero,” he placed his massive hand on the wooden surface and leaned toward the small, scrawny figure sitting behind the desk. “I need your medicine, Professor Crane.”
Scarecrow’s narrow lips curved up in a creepy smile. “Excellent,” he nodded, rubbing his bony hands together. “I’ve been counting on you to return to my fear clinic. An interesting test subject like yourself…”
“I believe the term is ‘patient’,” the tall man corrected calmly.
“Old habits…,” Crane brushed it off as if his sick tendencies could be hidden behind the mask of being professional. “Anyway, shall we begin our session?” He showed the other man to the metal table waiting in the dark corner of the room.
Bane walked over there without a sign of fear. Crane followed after him, his thin frame radiating eagerness.
“No restrains,” the big man ordered as he laid himself down on the cold, metal surface – the table almost too small for his bulky body.
Scarecrow raised his eyebrows, curious to say the least. “You don’t like the feeling of being trapped? Held down? Does it make you uncomfortable? Scared, perhaps?”
“No, nothing like that,” Bane smirked, his Spanish accent thick as ever. “I don’t think your cheap restrains could hold me.”
“Then, I would suggest not mixing venom with my fear toxin.”
“That’s not what we agreed to,” the patient reminded him. “You have your experiment, and I have mine.”
Crane crossed his arms. “Last time your experiment costed me a new facility since you had punched a hole in my wall.”
The man only shrugged. “Call it a side effect.”
“A side effect you didn’t pay for, Mr. Bane.”
The glare the other gave him was nothing less than a warning. “Listen, compañero, I broke you out of Arkham asking for just a little favor in return, si? Unless you rather rot behind the bars in a loony bin, I expect more appreciation from you, professor.”
Scarecrow’s face got stern, his eyes darkened a bit, he didn’t like being treated like that – looked down at by some ex-prisoner with no understanding of the human psyche.
“Be careful with your threats. I am the Master of Fear, boy!”
“And I can crush your rib-cage with one hand,” the other man bit back.
They stared each other down for a tense few seconds, Bane from his seemingly compromised position on the dissection table, and Crane towering over him, slowly reaching for a cylinder of his infamous fear gas.
“Everyone, man or woman, fears something, my friend,” Scarecrow’s voice was soft, almost melodic as he held an oxygen mask in his right hand, his other hand turning the handle to release the gas. “Me, you, even Batman. The fear gets the worst of us, making us weak and helpless…”
He leaned toward Bane, ready to apply the mask and start the sweet, sweet fear trip for the wrestler-man.
Then, a strong hand caught his own, stopping his action midway.
“No, professor,” Bane disagreed with a voice equally soft. “The fear can make you stronger. It motivates you, helps you survive. It is either run or fight – and I am a fighter. I am Bane.”
With that, Bane pulled at Scarecrow’s right arm, bringing the mask in his grasp closer to his own face and taking a healthy hit of fear toxin.
Taken by surprise, Crane didn’t even manage to react when Bane’s meaty lips crushed with his own in an act of a quick, forceful kiss.
A moment later, the big guy fell back to the table, eyes wide as first symptoms of anxiety began.
Shocked by the turn of events, Jonathan stood next to his patient, his hand still trapped within Bane’s steel clutch. Licking his own lips, he still could taste the hint of his fear gas – and he would have lied to himself if he pretended that it didn’t excite him.
Looking down at the other man, he smiled faintly. “I don’t recall this being part of our deal.”
The man on the table didn’t answer, instead, he let out a small whimper that caused a pleasant shudder of Scarecrow’s lanky body.
“Oh, don’t be so whiny,” Crane’s free hand patted Bane’s cheek through the fabric of his luchador mask. “It was just a sniff of my delicious concoction. Soon, I will allow you to have some more, and only then the real fun starts.”
A pair of blood-shot eyes stared back at him from behind the mask and the look in these eyes – the angry, panicked and uncertain look of someone who was fighting his inner demons – this expression pleased the Master of Fear. “Don’t look at me like that,” he faked a pouting face. “In fact… It might be more interesting if you can’t see anything at all.”
That said, Jonathan pulled the lower part of Bane’s luchador mask up, completely covering his eyes with it. Suddenly blindfolded, the man started thrashing about, his head turning from side to side. Jon caught his chin, trying to hold him in place. “Hush now,” he leaned in even closer, his voice turning into a menacing whisper. “Be a good boy and let Scarecrow help you to face your deepest fears.” He pressed their lips together, this time allowing himself to enjoy the softness of Bane’s lips.
“Crane…,” the man on the table sounded rather weak, his voice harsh and strangled, as if some invisible force squeezed his throat. “More… You can give me more…”
Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat and the grin on his gremlin-like face grew even wider. “What a cooperative patient,” he laughed mockingly as he made his willing test subject inhale more of the fear gas. “Marvelous, just marvelous!” he praised, thrilled for what was to come.
Bane’s muscles trembled, and his palms clenched involuntarily. Scarecrow hissed as his tiny wrist nearly broke under the pressure of the other man’s merciless grasp. The grip got lighter after a second or two and Jon wanted to tear his hand away. He couldn’t, his hand was trapped for good.
“Really?” he teased his poor victim. “A big, strong man like you wants me to hold his hand? What’s next? You want your teddy bear too?”
There was no answer, of course, just a half-muffled sound coming from the suffering man. And again, Jonathan had to admit to himself that it was delightful – the sense of power over a man this strong. It made him feel invincible, to have this huge chunk of body squirming and tossing under the influence of his own creation.
Big brutes like Bane, Jon had known them all too well – men like that have never missed their chance to beat him up, to torment him. Now, it was him – Scarecrow – who controlled the situation. This muscular, perfectly built body was his playground and nothing could stop him from ruining it.
One leap and Scarecrow was sitting on top of Bane’s large chest, his lanky legs on each side of the body beneath him. His left hand slipped under the man’s black shirt, traveling over the impressive abdomen muscles. The body felt so hot under his giddy fingers, the massive rib-cage raised and fell with the rhythm of his uneven breathing.
Professor Crane laid his head on Bane’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Fast, it was as fast as his own, he noticed with a shiver creeping down his spine. Oh, how he loved proving all the courageous cretins who had dared to doubt the effects of his formula wrong. No mind was strong enough, no body tough enough – his fear toxin always won against the nonbelievers.
What did his victim experience right now, he wondered, what horror did he go through in his polluted mind. How did Bane feel when blindfolded and weakened. Did he find Scarecrow’s treacherous fingers disturbing? Or maybe comforting?
Jonathan was a man of science, he wanted to know the answers to the theory forming in his head. That was why he let his hand roam against Bane’s trousers, to finally put it down his pants, exploring.
The body beneath him jolted with a convulsion, a small grunt escaping the half-opened mouth.
Jon knew from experience that by reducing one of his test subject’s senses, he forced the other senses to be more sensitive.
His slender fingers moved up and down, teasing Bane’s hardening member with a touch as light as a feather. “Are you dying?” Scarecrow’s dark tone was dripping with sadistic satisfaction. “Did you overdose the venom? Did your heart burst? Tell me, boy, what are you seeing?”
Blind like a bat and high on the fear toxin, Bane must have been a big bundle of nerves by now. The whimper he emitted was a song to Scarecrow’s ears, an ode to the fear and its master.
“Is it Batman who haunts your darkest dreams?” Crane continued his glorious monologue. “Is it the demon-bat that defeated you? Tell me. Or perhaps, you chase after your absent father who abandoned you as a child, leaving you to rot in Peña Duro? What is your phobia? I want to know.”
There was another grunt, and this time Jonathan sensed something more than just the muscles trembling. Bane’s king-size member awoke, twitching and growing under Jon’s careful administrations.
“Oh, here you are, Mr. Bane,” Scarecrow’s dark chuckle echoed through the dim-lit laboratory. “You must really like the adrenaline circling in your bloodstream...”
He grabbed the man’s balls and squeezed them viciously. Bane’s back arched in response, almost causing Crane to fall off of his chest. He didn’t, and as a desperate growl of pain left his victim’s lungs, Jon felt his own arousal taking over his body.
He let go of Bane’s tortured testicles, grasping his massive cock instead, his long fingers closed on the thick shaft with some effort. He made sure not to put on enough pressure to inflict pain but just the right amount to bring him bliss.
“What are you hallucinating of?” Scarecrow breathed out, ecstatic. “What are you afraid of? Describe it to me!”
“N-no…,” The man in his grasp muttered and Crane took that for a mindless cry for help.
Only when Bane’s right hand let go of his wrist and shot up to turn the small gauge of the venom dispenser mounted onto his glove – only then Jonathan realized that his test subject was talking to him, sober enough to comprehend everything that was going on in the room.
“I-I won’t lose...to my own fear.”
The dose of the liquid drug went through the tubes and straight to the blindfolded man’s toxin-corrupted brain. Eyes wide with surprise, Crane watched as Bane's big muscles grew even bigger, chemically boosted by the venom. The cock in Jon's hand was growing as well – just like the rest of its owner.
“You cannot scare me!” the man who broke the Bat growled pompously. “I am invincible! I am Bane!”
Jonathan grinned like a madman he was, his own cock twitching inside his pants. “And I am the Scarecrow,” he drawled, voice heavy with desire. “I am the Master of Terror. Now, let me break you.”
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Pairing: no pairing
Requested by: anon
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Summary: Being the littlest sister is often the best thing in the world. But sometimes, YN Shelby wants nothing more than to be involved with her older siblings...
AN: Okay, so this is only my second shelby sister fic, so it might not be brilliant. If you’re looking for amazing shelby sis fics, I’d definitely recommend @theshelbyclan <3 Also, Finn is about 13/14 in this, and the reader is about 7/8. as usual, gif creds to owner
Warnings: swearing, violence
Being the baby of the family was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, your brothers and sister doted on you, often slipping you sweets and lollies when Pol said you couldn’t have them. They were fiercely protective of you, and no one could make Tommy, Arthur and John smile and laugh like you could. You loved when Arthur would let you sit on his shoulders (especially good when they took you to fairs, as you were too short to see over the crowds), when Tommy sat and read to you, when John played chase.
But lately, all they spoke about was business and men with strange names like Solomons and Sabini. Even Finn, who was closest to you in age, was starting to spend more time with the older brothers and less time with you.
“Tommy?” you asked across the table as you munched on your toast. Tommy didn’t look up from his stack of paperwork. You frowned. “Tommy?” you said a little louder.
“What, YN?” he said, a sharp edge in his voice that he never used with you (even when you had accidentally used a very important document to draw on). Your lower lip wobbled slightly and you ran off, your chair toppling over. Tommy rolled his eyes. He really had no time for your tantrums, not today at least.
You carried on running until you reached John’s house. You knocked on the door. “YN, what’s up, love?” John asked, although he seemed very distracted.
“Please can I play with Katie, John?” you asked. John smiled sadly and ruffled your hair.
“Afraid not, YNN,” he said gently. “She wasn’t feeling very well last night. She’s stuck in bed today. I thought Tom was looking after you,”
“He was. But he’s doing business. I got bored and was gonna ask if I could go and play, but he snapped at me before I could ask so I just thought I would leave him alone while he’s busy, ‘cos I don’t want him to be cross with me,” you looked at your feet. Although Tommy snapping and doing business was nothing new, John could see that it had upset you.
“Go home, YN,” he said softly, squatting down until you were eye level. “Katie will be better in a day or two, I’ll send her down to play when she is, alright? In the meantime, Finn will be back soon. Maybe you could convince him and Isaiah to get up to mischief, eh?”
Feeling a little better, you nodded, throwing your arms around John’s neck briefly. “Okay! See you in a bit, John. Tell Katie I said to get better quick!” you tore off into a sprint back home, excited by the prospect of hanging around with Finn and Isaiah. John shook his head fondly and went back inside.
You burst through the front door, calling for Finn. He poked his head round the kitchen door and grinned at you. “C’mon, YN,” he grinned, dragging Isaiah behind him. “Let’s go somewhere fun, away from that grump in there,” he murmured the last bit so Tommy wouldn’t hear him.
You were more than happy to follow along, eager to not be on the receiving end of tommy’s temper. You chattered happily to the boys (and learned a new swear word from them which you had to promise not to repeat in front of aunt pol) as you sauntered to the old warehouse which had been converted to a boxing ring. You hung away from the door, shuffling your feet slightly. “Tommy says I’m not allowed to go boxing,” you told them.
“Tommy ain’t here though, YN,” Isaiah said, nudging your shoulder.
“Yeah. I’m in charge of you, and I say it’s okay,” Finn said, puffing his chest out importantly. You giggled and nodded.
“Alright then,” you said, grinning.
You let them take you in. A few people murmured about the presence of a little girl in this predominantly male run backstreet boxing ring, but soon shut up when they saw that you were a Shelby. You sat at the edge of the ring as Finn and Isaiah began boxing with eachother. They let you play as the referee, purposefully making cheap shots to get told off, trying not to burst out laughing at the sound of your firm, yet higher pitched voice as you tried to do your best Aunt Polly impression.
There was a sudden commotion at the other side of the warehouse, and everyone froze.
“He’s lost it again!” you heard someone shout out, and you frowned, looking between Finn and Isaiah as they exchanged worried looks.
“Arthur, pack it in! Arthur! Get off him!”
you gasped, knowing in your gut that they were talking about your big brother. While you didn’t really understand what your brothers did for a living, you often saw the end results, asking questions about the black eyes and cuts they had on their faces.
“Get her home, Shelby. She don’t need to see this,” one man said to Finn and he nodded.
“Er... come on, YN... we’ll stop by the bakery on the way back,” Finn said, though you noticed the wobble in his voice. As you were walked away, you turned to see Arthur, his trembling hands stained red, a glazed look in his eyes as the boy’s body was dragged away.
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“Tommy, Arthur’s lost it again, down the warehouse!” Finn called as you slipped into the house.
“For fuck’s sake,” Tommy groaned. “I swear to god, Finn, if I find out you’ve taken YN to that fucking boxing ring again, I’ll skin you,”
The door slammed shut and your lip wobbled. “What’s this about YN going to the boxing ring?” came the sharp voice of Polly. You tucked your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them. “Finn Shelby, if you’ve let your little sister box with you lot-” you wrapped your arms around Polly’s waist, hiding your face. She soon felt tears soaking through her blouse and sighed softly, stroking your hair. “What’s happened, love?” she said soothingly. “Aunt Pol’s listening,”
You looked up at her and bit your lip slightly. “I-I wanted to go and play with Katie so Tommy wouldn’t be cross at me while he was working, but John said she wasn’t well, so I came home, and- and Finn and isaiah said we could go to the boxing ring ‘cos Finn was in charge not Tommy, and I just wanted to play referees with them b-but...” a fresh load of tears rolled down your cheeks. “But... but then everyone started shouting, saying Arthur had lost it again, a-and when we were leaving, I saw him... but he didn’t look like arthur, Aunt Pol,” You shook your head as if trying to shake away the memory. “His eyes were weird and... and he was all bloody,”
Polly said nothing, instead drawing you into her chest and letting you cry, stroking your hair and rubbing your back. Once you had calmed down, she held you at arms length. “Sometimes, YN, the boys get very upset, and very angry about what happened to them in France. They can’t help it. It creeps up on them when they least expect it. But you mustn’t be frightened of it, alright? They are still your brothers and they all love you very dearly, d’you understand me?”
You nodded quickly. “I’m not scared, Aunt Pol. Not even of Tommy when he’s cross with me. Not even of Arthur when he’s cross with himself,” you said. Polly smiled slightly and kissed you on the forehead.
“Good girl, c’mon, put your cardigan on. You can come to the market with me while the boys sort themselves out,”
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That night, when everyone had gone to sleep, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling. You should’ve been asleep ages ago, but you didn’t care. Silent as a mouse, you crept out of the room that you used to share with Ada before she went to London, careful not to tread on the squeaky floorboards. You stopped outside your oldest brother’s bedroom and eased the door open so it didn’t creak and startle him.
Arthur wasn’t asleep either. his back was to you, but you could see his shoulders shaking slightly as he cried, his fist shoved in his mouth to keep quiet. “Arthur?” you whispered. He turned around, shoving the tears off his face.
“YN, what’re you doing out of bed, eh? It’s a bit late,” he said. You walked over to him and clambered into his bed despite him saying he was okay. “You’re not frightened of me, YN? You... you saw what happened today, love, didn’t you? Why aren’t you scared?”
you snuggled into his side and squeezed his hand. “’Cos you’re my big brother, Arthur, that’s why,” you whispered, though your voice had a no-nonsense tone to it. “You’re my big brother and I love you and even if you really tried, not even you or Tommy could scare me, not ever,” you insisted and Arthur’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, hugging you.
“You’re a stubborn girl, our YN,” he said fondly. “You’re gonna give us all a run for our money when you’re older,”
You smiled, glad you had made him feel better. “C’mon. You need to go to sleep, otherwise Aunt Polly will tell us off. She’s the only one who can scare me, Arthur, but only when I’m in trouble,”
Arthur laughed and you shushed him, settling down to sleep (and totally hogging most of the blankets. perks of being the little sister). “Alright, alright, I’ll go to sleep before aunt pol shouts at a grown man that it’s past his bedtime,”
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Summer Daniel hc: Daniel hates to put on sunscreen. The combination lotion and fine sand on his hands makes him feel like fried chicken 🍗 so not only must he be sweet talked into it, someone would have to it for him. But that is a great opportunity to touch that body 🤤 he will be a very good boy and hold still (because he knows it’s important) and he is grateful for the help but he will also make a (cute) grumpy face and wail a bit.
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Warnings: Grumpy Daniel, Handsy Daniel
He's sitting on a lounging beach chair, huddled in the shade of a large umbrella, arms crossed in annoyance
"Daniel," You point he bottle of sunscreen in your hand at him, "You need to wear sunscreen."
"No."
He'd rather burn under the hot summer sun than become a sticky, sand-covered mess
Until you look at him like that
Like you're completely done with his bullshit
Sitting on the edge of the chair next to him, you grasp his arm
"Dannyyyy," You whine, and he has a hard time not cracking a smile.
"Please? You don't wanna end up all red and sore and... peeling, do you?" You make a face and squeeze his bicep, "C'mon, I'll do your back for you."
Your hands working across his back, caressing shoulders? That's an offer he'd have to be an idiot to refuse
He rolls his eyes and huffs slightly, "Fine."
He jumps when the cold lotion in your hands makes contact before melting into your touch
He groans as your hands massage his skin
"What about my front?"
"Your front?" You laugh and he pulls you to straddle his legs, "You know this is a public beach, right Danny boy?"
"I just wanted a little help," he pouts, trying to look as innocent as possible
His fingers dig into your hips when you start rubbing his chest, his arms, his stomach
You're lightly biting your lip and he has half a mind to kiss you
"You're staring."
"You make it hard not to, मेरा प्यार," he grins, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck, "The things you make me want to do..."
"Daniel!" You squeal and lightly push him away, "May I reiterate 'Public beach?'"
Your warning tone doesn't stop his hands from moving to you ass and squeezing
He just smirks at your pointed look, "You know you love it."
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Trying to type characters from books y’all probably don’t recognise
Or you do know them, in which case outside opinions are helpful :) Even if you don’t know the series, I’ll try to give some examples and explain my reasonings so you can correct me if I’m wrong on definitions or if I’m interpreting things in a not so correct way
Today’s edition: The Mysterious Benedict Society
I’ll just be typing the main 4 characters
**beware, spoilers may/will be present**
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Reynard Muldoon: INTJ
Throw away the stereotypes because Reynie is seriously such a sweet kid, he’s never cold and unfeeling. And yet, he’s still insanely logical, so don’t go telling me he’s a feeler.
Whilst trying to type Reynie, there were several problems I encountered. The biggest of which being whether he had Ni or Ti in his top two functions. The reason Ti came to mind is because Reynie’s often asking lots of questions and trying to figure out “why?”. I know that everyone can ask questions, but one of the defining characteristics of Ti is that it wants to understand things, which often leads it to asking a lot of questions about “why?”. He’s definitely highly logical (which led me to call him a thinker), and Ti seemed (at first) like it made sense. However, if he had Ti in one of his top two functions, he would be a Perciever. And my boy Reynie is anything but. He’s the one everyone looks to when they need a plan. He’s the one who comes up with all the plans. He feels extremely uncomfortable when he doesn’t have a plan. I may not be comfortable with anything else I’ve called him, but I know he’s a judger. So, if he’s a thinker and a judger, he has to have Te. That’s just how that works. Although I see lots of Ti in him, he just isn’t a perceived, and Te does make a fair amount of sense. Then, with that problem out of the way, I didn’t even have to worry about dealing with Ni. I know he’s very perceptive to patterns, which can be seen in a scene very early in the first book. He’s taking a test that had been advertised in the paper for gifted children. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the only one who figured out that all of the answers to all of the questions were inside the questions themselves. Qs 1-20’s answers were in Qs 21-40, and vice versa. Of course they were phrased in a way that you had to be paying attention to catch it, but they were still there. And he’s the only one who caught it. So either everyone sucks at picking up on patterns or he’s just got some really high Ni.
And so, the only part left to figure out is whether he’s a introvert or extravert. This kid spent most of his childhood before the setting of the book completely alienated by the other children in the orphanage, and he didn’t seem to mind it much. He was always happy just being able to be by himself in the library, reading a nice book by himself. Although he does greatly cherish his friendships as the novels progress, he still very much feels like an introvert to me, at least.
So, putting it all together, we get INTJ! Feel free to start friendly debates in the comments/reblogs/tags, I’m happy to hear anyone else’s thoughts if they think anything else! Just please keep it respectful!
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Constance Contraire: ENTJ
Very similar to Reynie, I just realised… oh well.
I’m not so positive about much else, but Constance is pure Ni. Her level of Ni makes Reynie look like he wouldn’t be able to notice the pattern in a sequence of circle, square, circle, square, etc. I mean, oh my gosh… just… pure Ni right here. For those of you who are unaware, this book series is focused on the adventures of four children, all who are gifted in different ways. Constance, despite the fact that she advanced very quickly for her age (she was 2 in the first book (I think) and was still able to participate in extremely important ways to things that were going on), is essentially hypersensitive to patterns. Like, she could be in a room and someone could be walking quietly down the hallway and she’d know exactly who it was and where they were, just by picking up on sound or whatever it is. Her brain so effortlessly picks up on all sorts of patters without her even knowing it, which feels a ton like Ni to me. My only issue with this is she doesn’t feel like a judger, she doesn’t appear to me as someone who’d care much at all about organisation or plans, but Ni is dominant or auxiliary only for judgers, and I’m not going to argue with that.
The rest of what I have is only assumptions, and I’m open to hearing other opinions.
I think I heard somewhere (a Frank James video?) that, for example, people whose dominant function is a perceiving function (Ni, Ne, Si, Se) would more often come home from work or school or whatever and, when asked how their day went, they would talk more about the things that happened versus the people and interactions/whatever was going on with them, and the opposite for people whose dominant function is judging (Fi, Fe, Ti, Te). Constance, to me, feels like the kind of person who would come home (or wherever home was at the moment) and complain about how stupid everyone seemed all day and how dumb everything they did was. This would mean her dominant function would be her judging function, which would have to be extraverted if her other highest function is introverted. So she’d then be an extravert. You could also make the argument that if she were talking with Mr Benedict (someone she cares an insane amount about), for example, she’d talk about all the cool things she did. But, I still feel that in most scenarios this wouldn’t be the case, so I stand by what I decided on above. There’s even the argument where (completely ignoring everything I’ve said above, just focus on Exxx vs Ixxx right now) she lived alone in the storage room of a library for who knows how long (several weeks? months?). That definitely feels introverted to me, but it could also be irrationality and fear keeping her down there. I don’t know, other thoughts are helpful.
The last thing we need to figure out is whether she’s a feeler or thinker, or in other words whether she’s an Fe or Te dom. To me, Constance doesn’t seem to care much about what other people want. She’ll steal your ice cream when you aren’t looking, when you’re playing the steal/share game (I don’t feel like explaining it, so for your reference it is described in the first chapter of “The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner’s Dilemma” (aka the third book)) she’ll choose steal because she wants the other people (her friends) playing to have to suffer the consequences, she just doesn’t seem to care much about caring for others. So this would leave her being a thinker, which although I don’t think I’d necessarily call her logical, she is just a little kid and she really doesn’t feel like a feeler.
So, putting all that together, she’d be an ENTJ. Other opinions are welcome, I’d love to talk about it!
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Kate Wetherall: ESFP
I wanted to call her an ESTP (and she might very well be one), but I’ll stick with ESFP for the purposes of my explanations
Total Se dom, I’m not even going to argue about that. She has insanely good spacial awareness and is very much a hands-on person. One of her special gifts is that, just by looking at something, even for just a moment, she can tell you exactly how long it is. No doubt about it, she’ll know. Once she was down in a storm drain (? I think it was a storm drain) to help a girl get the pencil she’d dropped down there. Despite the fact that it was probably super dark down there, she knew exactly how deep the crack the pencil feel down was. She’s high energy, always looking for adventure, very extraverted. I’m not sure what else to say, but man does she have high Se. At this point a lot of it’s just a feeling I get, but I trust it.
So, if she’s an Se-dom, she has to be an ESxP. The only two options from here on forth are ESTP and ESFP, and for some reason I’ve settled on ESFP. I don’t think she’s super logical, she sort of feels like a feeler… not sure…
I actually have no idea if she’s an F or T, so if any of you know the books, I’d appreciate some assistance!
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George “Sticky” Washington: IxTx
No idea with this kid, I also haven’t thought too much about his… nothing seems to jump out to me as STICKY except for introvert… but that’s not much to go off of…
He doesn’t seem to be very social, he seems like he’d be perfectly happy to spend less time around people (aside from the three people above, they as a group are inseparable, it tears them apart inside to be apart from one another for too long).
I call him a thinker, but I wouldn’t argue if you called him a feeler.
I really have no clue with this kid, assistance would be appreciated!
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nah paul being an ESFJ is so true. i can fucking see it. they are so chaotic and john always makes others more chaotic so thats why paul is the way he is /lh
1. i love when i google a tone indicator and google will be like "Luteinizing Hormone" and i'm like "yeah ok"
2. speaking as someone who has all their functions scattered throughout my primary stack, watching them create is kind of like watching myself create? there's chaos (that's Ne, babey!) but my inner paul's Fe-Si makes it so i'm more inclined to want to fall back on tried-and-true methodology. their inferior/demon Ti seems annoying as fuck though! judging by Get Back, neither of them did a good job of thinking anything through, huh!
3. but, on that note, it also explains why john and paul can seem really incompatible at times? basically, they work backwards from each other. paul checks in with established, collective (artistic, in the case of songwriting) knowledge first, and then adds his little avant-garde flair for seasoning (hence all the quirky, fruity little granny songs that seem to frustrate john).
john, meanwhile, is like "this is how i am feeling" and immediately goes for novelty or what personally vibes with him. paul probably feeds on john's effortless iconoclasm (Fi-Ne) and their shared personal lexicon of influence (shared Si).
(i still can't decide if john is an ENFP or an INFP but baby boy is suffering under the weight of his own Fi so i GUESS he's a very outgoing INFP but god i just cannot tell)
4. tangentially, george (the dear, sweet INFJ, with his Ni-Fe-Ti) never stood a chance with those chucklefucks. no wonder he came out so artistically fucked up lol. RIP george, you deserved better.
anyway, this is a mess and it's mostly just me working through my own thoughts. i will probably disagree with myself next month ✌
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Mini Fanfic #721: The Start of an Unexpected Bond (Persona 5)
9:53 p.m. at Niijima's Apartment, the Living Room........
TV Screen: No..... That's not true....... That's IMPOSSIBLE!.....NOOOOOOO!!!
Makoto: (Already Fallen Asleep on the Sofa) Zzzzzzzzz......
Ren: (Fallen Asleep on Makoto's Lap) Zzzzzzzzz......
Sae: (Stares at the Sleeping Couple at the Other Side of the Room) ('Ugh') Look at them. Sleeping in a wholesome manner.....
Futuba: ('Scoffs') (Looks at the Sleeping Couple With an Annoyed Look on her Face) I know, right? They're missing out on the best part of the movie! (Looks Down at Lavenza and Morgana) So are these little runts down here.
Lavenza: (Has Already Fallen Peacefully Asleep onto Futuba's Lap While Holding Onto a Sleeping Morgana in her Arms) Zzzzzzzzz.....
Sae: ('Sigh') We might as well let them enjoy their sleep for the rest of the night. This is the Fifth Episode of Star Wars after all.
Futuba: Yeah. (Turns to Sae) You know, I'm kind of surprised you like watching this kind of stuff.
Sae: (Turns to Futuba) Why, of course. While I prefer more action and crime based movies myself, I do enjoy watching some Star Wars every now and then.
Futuba: (Smiles Softly) Cool. I'm more of an action, fantasy, and sci-fi kind of gal myself. With a hint of comedy.
Sae: (Smiles a Little) I'd figured you would like those kind of movies. Given how high spirited you really are.
Futuba: (Giggles Softly) Yup! And you're a lot less scary than I thought you would be!- (Eyes Widened Once She Realized What She Just Said) Crap. Did I say that out load?
Sae: (Eyes Widened in a Bit of An Genuine Surprise) Wait. Is that really what you think of me?
Futuba: Whaaaaat? (Chuckles Very Awkwardly) No way!! I would never-
Sae: (Gives Futuba a Bit of a Big Sisterly Like Glare) Futuba, be honest with me. Did your brother told you that I'm scary?
Futuba: ('Sighs in a Bit of Defeat') Nah. It was Ryuji who told me all of that. I think it was during the time you guys first met each other? He said something about your glares can rival that to demon lords themselves or whatever.
Sae: (Sighs While Facepalming Herself) I suppose my usual serious demeanor can be intimidating to some people. I apologise for that.
Futuba: (Rapidly Shakes her Hands with a Very Sheepishly Smile on her Face) Nononono! It's okay! Really! I just didn't know much about you at the time.
Sae: Understandable. I do try and lighten myself up every now and then.
Futuba: I can definitely believe that. (Suddenly Puts on a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Plus~ I heard that a certain ace prosecutor being a huge fan of our favorite banjo loving bear~
Sae: (Immediately Begins to Gasps While Blushing Heavily) How did you know I am a fan of Banjo-Kun- (Eyes Widened For a Brief Second Before Facepalming Herself Again While Groaning) Makoto told you, didn't she?
Futuba: Her and Ren-Ren told me. Had a laugh about it and everything. Pretty cute of you to be a fan girl if you ask me.
Sae: ('Sigh') I almost forgot how tiring being a big sister is......
Futuba: Oh come on. Being a big sis isn't that exhausting. (Looks Back Down at the Sleeping Lavenza and Morgana with a Soft Smile on her Face) I've been looking after Mona and Lavvy-chan for a while now and I'm loving every minute of it. (Gently Strokes the Top of Lavenza's Hair) I'd do anything for these rascals.
Sae: (Smiles Softly) Well done. It's nice to see your role as one seriously.
Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks.
'A Bit of Silence'
Futuba: Hey uh.....Sae?
Sae: Yes?
Futuba: Might be the weirdest question of the century, but.....You wanna hangout sometime?
Sae: (Eyes Widened in a Bit of a Genuine Surprise) You.....want to spend quality time with me?
Futuba: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. (Points at the Sleeping Couple) Since the two lovebirds over there are obviously spending more time together, I'd figured we'd do the same. To get to know more about each other and junk. (Simply Shrugs) Though, I kinda understand if you not interested-
Sae: Very well.
Futuba: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait. Really?
Sae: (Smiles Softly) Of course. I would like to spend more time with you as well, Futuba.
Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Sweet! I... don't have anything plan for us yet, nut I'll definitely think of something!!
Sae: Take as much time as need to do so. In the meantime....(Is About to Get Up From her Seat) I'm going to find myself something to drink.
Futuba: Ooh! (Quickly Got Up From her Seat) I can get it for the both of us, no problem!
Sae: (Sighs as She Sits Back Down) If you insist....Try not to take too long, okay?
Futuba: 'Kay. (Makes her Way to the Kitchen Before Suddenly Stopping) Oh and....Sae?
Sae: Yes?
Futuba: Makoto loves you a lot. So.... cherish every moment you have with her, okay? Cause once that's gone...... it's gone for good.
Sae: Futuba......
Futuba: (Turns to Sae with a Sheepish Smile) Also, don't be too hard on our Ren-Ren here, 'kay? He's a good boi...... Most of the time.
Sae: (Stares at Futuba For a Brief Second Before Giggling Softly) I'll do my best keep all of that in mind. (Smiles Softly) Thank you, Futuba Sakura.
Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Anytime, Big Sis in Law!
Sae: (Raised an Eyebrow) Big Sis in what now?
Futuba: Nothing! I-I uh...Just said uhh.....Big Sis Sae! (Chuckles Awkwardly) Cause you're already a big sister and uh.........
Sae: (Crosses her Arms) .................
Futuba: I'll just....('Clears Throat') Get our.....drinks now....BRB! (Quickly Made her Way to the Kitchen)
Sae: Riiiight........... (Slowly Turns her Head Back to the TV and Continue Watching the Movie)
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