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Hero Vision Vol.7 (2002/Summer) ft. Kamen Rider Ryuki Cast Members with Ryohei & Hidekazu Ichinose (translations below)

Takamasa Suga (Kido Shinji) Interview (page 6-7)

"At the time of this interview, the double filming for both the movie and TV series were underway, and it appears to be a real nightmare."

Suga: I'm already overwhelmed. I don't have time to sleep or even memorize the script. "What am I suppose to do?!" is the current state of things (laughs). My body is starting to get used to it, but it's still very difficult.

"Despite the demanding schedule, he always has such a sweet smile on his face. It's been six months since he started playing the role of Shinji Kido, the main character of Kamen Rider Ryuki. He says that his image of Shinji, which at first felt like a blur, has recently become more defined."

Suga: In the begining, I was so preoccupied with filming, that I honestly wasn't thinking about Shinji. I hadn't seen "Kamen Rider Kuuga" or "Agito," so I didn't know about the whole Rider process. However, when someone said to me, "Producer Shirakura said that after the transformations in Episodes 1 and 2, that was Ryuki's Shinji," I thought I had a better grasp of what was going on. I thought it was the movements of suit actor Seiji Takaiwa in the Mirror World, so I though, "Alright, I'll do that." At first, I thought Shinji was a pretty pathetic guy, but he's actually a strong leader, and always does what he thinks is right. I've recently realized how cool it is that Shinji's charm has the power to envelope everyone around.

"Not the coolness of a dependable hero, but rather, humane and tasteful coolness. He and Takaiwa-san had a close meeting to better express Shinji's emotions before and after transforming. Whether it's how Shinji sleeps, or how Shinji goes about his day after waking up."

Suga: Even in my private life, I notice I'll say, "Eh!?," or some other Shinji like reaction. Sometimes, I get caught up in a strange emotion where I can't tell who is the original, myself or Shinji.

"Suga-kun, who is now a huge part of Shinji's life, had never seen "Kamen Rider" until he was given the chance to audition. Although he had always been interested in the entertainment industry, he was unsure of his career path after high school. It wasn't untill he saw the movie "Swallowtail," directed by Shunji Iwai, where he decided to become an actor."

Suga: It felt as though I had watched that movie with my whole body. I saw it with my eyes, heard the sounds with my ears, and even felt like I smelt the movie. After watching, I was still in a mix of emotions and thought, "What is this feeling?" Then I realized, "Oh, I know! I want to be on the screen!" It was a real Shinji moment (laughs).

"After working on TV dramas and gaining some experience, he auditioned for Ryuki a few years later, but with the feeling that he was "grasping at straws."

Suga: When I went into the second round of judging, all the models around me were on the same level as Ryohei-san, so I thought this was definitely not going to work out. Even after making it to the final round, I was so nervous that at one point I said something unintelligible like, "I love beer!" When I received the news two weeks later that I got the role, I didn't believe it right away and was cautious, saying, "I don't believe this."

"When you went to the costume fitting with high expectations of what kind of cool Kamen Rider you'd see, when seeing Ryuki for the first time, you though……."Kendo?!" You were very surprised.

Suga: When I first saw it, I thought it was a really strange design that I had never seen before. Now, I'm very attached to it, and think it's the coolest out of all the riders. I love it so much.

"Of all the episodes that have been filmed so far, episodes 13 and 14 are the ones that you value the most. It's the episodes where he was distressed by the thought that he had killed Zolda."

Suga: It was then, that I once again found myself thinking about my sense of responsibility as a Rider. It was like I had just shed a layer of skin. But, even though he grows little by little this way, I would like to keep Shinji's "roots" planted as they are. Everyone around Shinji is carrying something on their shoulders, except for Shinji himself. He's quick to say, "I'll protect people," while having nothing to back up his words. No one to protect, and no past. I once thought about it deeply, and asked the producer, "Does Shinji have a past?" I was told, "No, Shinji is just a young man who had a normal upbringing." I think that's when my mind began to wander. I don't have anything to prove it, but I'm not sure that's something Shinji would say. What I am sure of, is that his emotions are straight and pure like a child, which I like. I also cherish the bad and idiotic parts of Shinji as well.

"You get along well with your co-stars, Matsuda-kun and Ryohei-kun, who are of the same generation."

Suga: We'll talk about upcoming scenes and say things like, "Ren, how do you feel about this part?" and "Ok then, let's do that part like this." We'll work through this process by trial and error. Everyone has a strong character, so I hope we can create relationships on screen that brings out the best in all of us.

Suga-kun talks about Shinji and Ryuki with more enthusiasm than usual. Everything in his life is all about Ryuki now, and he seems to be enjoying it very much. _

Satoshi Matsuda (Akiyama Ren) Interview (page 8-9)

Matsuda-kun was dressed in a black tank top, with black leather pants, and short black boots. Just like Ren, black seems to be his main image color. We asked, "Are you trying to convey Ren's image?" He responded with, "I think Ren is trying to convey me." If a normal man said those words, you'd think he was being sarcastic, but when Matsuda-kun says them, they sound natural.

"Matsuda, a native of Osaka Prefecture, still occasionally speaks with the Kansai dialect."

Matsuda: Recently, I've been able to play the role of a Ren naturally. Ren's a really cool guy, isn't he? Before, I worked hard on creating the "extreme" part of him. You don't normally see people like him in real life (laughs). People who have known me for a long time will say, "You and I are exact opposites." Usually I'm just messing around while speaking nonsense.

"Ren (Kamen Rider Knight) is a complex character, being neither right nor wrong. Therefore, when acting, Matsuda says, "I try to give weight to each word instead of saying too little." He also said, "If I move too fast, I'll look weak, so I try not to move too fast except for when I run at full speed. Like when I'm chasing after Shinji, you know?"

"He won the role of Ren through an audition, but even before doing the audition, he "debated for a week whether or not he would accept the role." According to his manager, who is Toei's producer for Ryuki, Shinichiro Shirakura, he had been paying attention to Matsuda-kun since his debut work in "Natural Girl Next ~ 100 Nights in Yokohama". Matsuda-kun, who never heard that before, shyly said, "This is the first I'm hearing of that!! I'm so embarrassed (laughs)."

Matsuda: Before the audition, I had some hesitation due to the fact that Ryuki was a children's show. So I worked with the manager, faxing each other back and forth, talking about all kinds of things, like what kind of fans the franchise had, the kind of material we had, who would watch us, and so on. In the end I decided, "Okay, I'll accept!! After all, I went through all this trouble of research, so I'll definitely have to do it now!"

"Oooh, so cool Matsuda-kun!!"

Matsuda: Afterall, I would look like a complete idiot if I failed the audition because I said, "I don't want to be associated with tokusatsu" (laughs). That's what I thought, so I didn't push back at all when I entered the production.

"Ren plays the "Secondary Rider" role in the show, and while Shinji is the main character, according to Matsuda-kun, "It's probably better than having the lead role (laughs). The camera follows Shinji, and Ren follows him in order to make the story more interesting." He goes onto say that Shinji and Ren have a bad relationship."

Matsuda: Rather than liking, disliking or having a friendship with him, I feel it's more like, "It's stupid to even hate this guy" (laughs). When he says to Shinji, "I owe you one," he says it as if embarrassed, and I think it's Ren's way of dealing with Shinji that he'll carry through to the end.

"There are rumors (!!) on the internet that you're on bad terms with Takamasa Suga, who plays the role of Shinji."

Matsuda: I'm often asked by magazine reporters if we don't get along (laughs). But, it's actually really surprising to be asked such a question. Sugacchi (Suga-kun's nickname on set), is a good friend and co-worker, who I usually go home together with, or out on the town together. So, I'm trying to figure out what else I should do to emphasize how well we get along with each other.

"It's been said that you're also on good terms with Hassei Takano, who plays Tezuka Miyuki (Kamen Rider Raia)."

Matsuda: He and I are strangely compatible. On my way to the studio, we meet up at a convenience store near the train station and make the 10 minuet walk while goofing around. That's what we like about each other (laughs)

"He says that working as an actor is difficult, but also enjoyable. He says that tokusatsu programs are particularly appealing because he can play a role over the span of a year. However, he also has his complaints."

Matsuda: I've begged the staff to do more action! Riders fight after transforming, so there's not much action before the transformation. And since Ren is supposed to be a strong fighter, he can knock out his opponents with a single punch. Well, that's not exactly what I mean, I just wanted to make a big statement. The other day, there was a scene where Takashi Hagino, who plays Takeshi Asakura (Ouja), filmed a scene that I really liked, and I watched admiringly while also being jealous (laughs).

"Matsuda-kun was originally scheduled to work for a fashion related company, but after his debut, understood "the depth of the industry," and chose to be an actor."

Matsuda: Ryuki is a battle between 13 Riders, but in reality, it's also a war between the Riders to see who can survive and who will be eliminated. That's why I myself, feel like I'm in a very serious competition as Akiyama Ren. There's no end to how difficult it is to be an actor, and the fact that there is no answer, not a single one, is fascinating. It's perfect for a arts major like myself.

Ren (Knight), wasn't the only one who continues to fight without an answer. Actor Satoshi Matsuda's battle has only just begun. _

Hassei Takano (Tezuka Miyuki) Interview (page 10-11)

Two years ago, Takano-kun gained popularity for his cool acting as Hiroya Fujimiya (Ultraman Agul) in "Ultraman Gaia." He didn't expect that he would also appear in Kamen Rider Ryuki as the fifth Rider, "Raia." As expected, no one else has appeared in both productions but him.

Takano: At the time I overheard from a friend of mine that, "There are going to be 13 Kamen Riders this time around." "Eh? That many?," we talked about it so normally. Then he said, "My friends are going to be in it." It turned out to be Matsuda-kun (Akiyama Ren) and Yuge-kun (Yura Goro). So, while I had heard stories, it was a surprise that I was also going to appear in the show. It felt almost like fate (laughs).

He had no hesitations about appearing in a tokusatsu program for a second time, as he thought to himself, "I want to do it."

Takano: If I had been the me from a little while ago, I might have been a little put off, but this time, I'm enjoying the challenge of how to play the hero and making them look good.

"The days of Ultraman Gaia were the dawn of a new era for tokusatsu. This was followed by "Kamen Rider Kuuga," which marked the new wave of tokusatsu, as these series of works have made the public recognize tokusatsu programs more and more in recent years."

Takano: I felt this phenomenon firsthand. The quality of "Gaia" was high, and I felt that the range of people watching the show was expanding, but since filming Ryuki, I've realized how popular these shows are.

"This is a comment only a performer of two works can make. What did you feel was the different between Ultraman and Ryuki when you actually played the role?"

Takano: The difference in enemy size (laughs). In Ultraman, alot of the performance is looking up and imagining the enemy in the blue background. Furthermore, for Ultraman, the SFX team would split up my shots in two directions, whereas in Ryuki's case, I would just keep saying, "Ok, I going to transform," so I really felt that I was transforming. I'm actually really fond of it. Uh…But, when I was shown a picture of Raia's image for the first time, I honestly thought, "Eh-?!" (laughs). The color is kind of mediocre, like it's pink metallic with some orange. Personally, I love blues and black, so I thought, "It must be nice being Knight~." Everyone else has a clear motif, like a bat or dragon, but Raia is a stingray? Can't I be a shark or maybe a whale? Furthermore, I'm a fortune telling stingray? eh? (laughs). At first, I was surprised by the world view of Ryuki. "A net for grilling meat?", "Transforming with a card?" things like that (laughs).

"That was a very honest yet blunt comment by Takano-kun. But now, he loves playing the role of Raia. As for the character of Miyuki Tezuka…"

Takano: I liked him from the very beginning. Tezuka wanted to change his Rider's fate. The desire to push back against something that's already been decided is a natural trait inherent in humans, isn't it? "If I can decide my future, then this wasn't it!," and I think everyone wants to change something. I think Tezuka, who says that he creates his own future, is a very charming and passionate character to play.

"Takano-kun says that he also admires Tezuka. In the show, there is a scene where Tezuka asks Shinji, "Have you ever felt so lost that you feel you could die?"

Takano: I've never been that unsure. I am indecisive, so when I'm in doubt, I'll ask someone else to decide for me (laughs). Even when I'm hanging out with friends, they'll say, 'Where do you want to go?" I'll say, "You decide. I'll follow you." I admire Tezuka's way of life, but it seems so extreme that I'd rather not live like him.

"By dying, Tezuka proved to Shinji that he could "change his future" with his own hands."

Takano: For Tezuka, when I read the script about him becoming a Rider because of what happened to his friend, I cried a little.

"At first, Takano-kun heard that Tezuka's friend (Saito Yuichi) was initially suppose to be a racer. The story was originally about him being unable to use his legs due to an accident, then, it was changed to him being a pianist that lost the ability to use his hands due to an incident caused by Ouja (Takeshi Asakura). This is what caused Tezuka to become more agitated before the battle with Ouja."

Takano: What's most sad to think about, is that I'll no longer have a role in the show after I die. In Ultraman Gaia, I was always out of sync with everyone else and was often alone, but this time we were always together.

"As their senior in tokusatsu, he gave advice to Suga-kun and Matsuda-kun, and in return, they taught him about Ryuki. On one occasion, when filming for the day finished early, the three of them went out for drinks in Shinjuku"

Takano: At that time, there was a counter across from the table where we were sitting, and there was a young woman reading a copy of Hero Vision. I noticed and went, "Ah-!," and all three of us were exposed immediately. I thought to myself at the time that the popularity of tokusatsu programs were reaching new heights (laughs).

Kamen Rider Ryuki, which was made with the help of people of his generation, will likely be a very memorable work for Takano-san. _

(partial translations for the rest below)

Kamen Rider Ryuki - Film Site Report (Page 12) (top, 1st photo): "Between takes, they made friendly conversation. They were constantly surrounded by the neighborhood children, but only Matsuda-kun kept his distance from them (laughs)." (bottom, last photo): "In his hand is Dragreder. Hidden away in his bag is a Ryuki Plushie." _

Satoshi Ichijou (Shibaura Jun) Interview (page 14)

"The sixth Kamen Rider, Gai (Shibaura Jun), is a smart, game freak, and coldhearted college student, while Ichijou-kun, who played Jun, is also an active college student."

Ichijou: During filming, I had to ask my friends to help me with various things like, "I’m sorry! I lost my attendance card somewhere" (laughs).

"When Ichijo appeared in Kamen Rider, his friends reaction were, "We can't watch it because it airs tooooo early in the morning!" The reaction of his friends are very natural."

Ichijou: On my days off, I hang out with my friends in my hometown. I also play street futsal with the guys from my high school soccer team, as well as those from the baseball and basketball teams who liked to play soccer. There's a place behind Meiji University in Ochanomizu, where we play all the time and always win, plus, it's free to get into (laughs).

"At first he wondered how he was going to fit in, but it turned out "they were all nice people" and he settled in easily."

Ichijou: I was aware from the beginning that Gai would be gone in five weeks, so it wasn't a shock to me that he died. But, I had been wondering how he was going to die. I really didn't think he would die in an explosion (laughs). Furthermore, what's inside the suit of a Rider whose been bombed to death with such incredible force? I wonder.

Ichijo-kun is an active university student with a flexible attitude. I wonder where we'll see him next?

Yasuko Kobayashi (Main Writer) Interview (page 15)

"When the production of Kamen Rider Ryuki was announced, we were surprised at how ambitious the setting was."

Kobayashi: I think that 13 riders were chosen in part because Bandai was going to produce alot of toys. Rather than having just one rider with multiple forms changes, Bandai said, "Let's have a lot of Riders." We planed to use this as a strategy to create an impact in terms of the number of participants. At first, we wanted to say, "Let's send out 50 Riders!," and I think Bandai was also interested in the number of people who would be involved in the project. Bandai also requested that we integrate cards in and to fight in a different universe. That's why Producer (Shinichiro) Shirakura-san must have thought a lot about it, until he decided on what we now call the "Mirror World." We wanted it to look like there was a "story" first, and not the "setting" first.

"In certain situations, only the main character, Shinji, "Has no reason to fight", which we think is very original."

Kobayashi: I think it's important to sometimes say "It can't be helped," because other people are carrying a variety of burdens. Because he's not carrying anything on his back, he's able to look at the battle from a "pure" perspective, which is what makes him the main character. I think the strength of not carrying anything on one's back comes out in the genuine strength of a person. Because, even though there is nothing of interest at stake, it's usually impossible to do something dangerous or foolish like risking lives, especially for today's generation. That's why Shinji is the strongest of them all……is what I think.

"However, Shinji watches and fights for Ren and his friends suffering, and in the end, Shinji too is able to grow.

Kobayashi: But, I don't think it's a good idea for him to grow based on circumstances of the people around him, due to them being so grave. However, how we move Shinji forward is an issue for the future. What will happen to the relationship between Ren and Shinji is the most important thing now. _

Ryohei & Hidekazu Ichinose: The Secret Records Vol.1 (page 17)

"How did you two get to know each other?"

Ichinose: I went into the office because I wanted to ask for some advice. Goro-chan immediately stopped me at the entrance (laughs).

Ryohei: Goro-chan is a bodyguard, you know (laughs). Actually, we had a mutual acquaintance. The first time we met was before I got the role in Ryuki. It was after I had auditioned, so it must have been last fall.

…

"Recently Ichinose-san has completed filming for "Ultraman Cosmos."

Ichinose: "The question now is how can I make the most of what I have gained during the past year? The other day, I was in Myanmar to live on a lake as part of the filming for "Sekai Ururun Taizaiki," where I had a great time, and I hope everyone enjoys the broadcast! I slept soundly every night, and even drank tea made from boiled river water without getting sick or having an upset stomach. After this I hope everyone will continue to look out for me.

Ryohei: I'm currently putting all my energy into Ryuki. I'm happy that I'm popular among adult women, but what I really want is for children to focus on me. I would be happy to receive fan letters from children. I really don't understand them at all (laughs). I like kids, but they're all afraid of Kitaoka, so when they see me on the streets, they back away, and, I'm pretty sure won't look me in the eyes?

Ichinose: The children become frozen.

Ryohei: It's strange, isn't it?

"It may seem unconvincing, but we're rooting for you to become popular with the children!"

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crvwly · 7 months

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For kiss roulette: 11, a kiss to the neck

(cw: drug use mention)

"Quite the bacchanalia, eh angel?"

Aziraphale practically jumps out of his skin at the whisper in his ear. He twists to look over his shoulder at Crowley, grinning ear to ear in a knowing way that brings a sheepish flush to Aziraphale's cheeks in record time.

"Crowley," he greets simply, ignoring the bait and looking forward again. "I shouldn't be surprised to see you here."

"But I very much should," Crowley says, slinking around to stand beside him and lean into his personal space, grin growing impossibly wider. "And am. What on Earth could bring such a pure, divine being as yourself to a Festival of Bacchus? There's nothing here but drunken revelry and a sexual free-for-all."

Aziraphale keeps his gaze steadfastly ahead, even as the blush on his face starts creeping down his neck, even though Crowley is leering so closely that his breath is warm and incredibly distracting against the shell of Aziraphale's ear.

"Precisely," Aziraphale says, proud of the way he keeps his tone level. "These sorts of events tend to get out of hand."

"Ah," Crowley says, quirking a brow and tilting his head. "Killjoy cover - pretty good."

In his peripheral, Aziraphale sees him lick his lips. He fights the urge to shiver. "I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, nothing," Crowley says, slithering behind Aziraphale to his other side in a way that shouldn't be possible for his human-shaped body. "It won't be as transparent to them as it is to me. They don't understand these things the way we do."

Aziraphale stands straighter, looking dead ahead. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"I only mean," Crowley says, smirking, "that if anyone asked of your whereabouts tonight and you needed a cover story for indulging in a festival of intoxication and ecstasy, preventing humans from engaging in the more intense activities that can culminate of these events is... pretty good."

"But I'm not indulging, am I?" Aziraphale says, daring a glance at Crowley just to raise an imprudent brow at him.

A mistake, of course; the fire illuminating the grounds bathes Crowley in soft light, cheeks and nose rosy from the wine and warm weather. He's wearing his hair in plaits wrapped around his head like a crown, a fashion popular with the young women of Rome for now. Aziraphale admires the way Crowley attempts to keep up with their trends, taking bits and pieces of them that suit him and hoarding them like treasure; like the jewellery the Romans find so fetching this century, the same rich yellow as Crowley's eyes.

The Romans do so covet amber, he would say, if he were braver. Do they admire your eyes that way, the same way I do?

He swallows hard and looks away again with an odd, tight feeling in his chest. "I imagine you are? Indulging, I mean to say."

"In the drink, certainly," Crowley says. "The rich cult that throws the sex festivals makes the best vino in the country."

"But not...?"

Aziraphale's gaze falls on a couple getting amorous beneath a tree, hands roaming over each others' bodies and open mouths clashing together, and looks up and away with his face burning as if his interest is suddenly taken by the stars. He's not easily embarrassed, and certainly not by sex in general; it's trivial, it's human, until it's being discussed with the one being in all of creation who knows exactly how to get under Aziraphale's skin, who introduced him to the pleasures of a different kind of flesh, and who seems, for some reason, to have a vested interested in Aziraphale indulging.

"Nah," Crowley says, looking out at the scattered sea of writhing bodies partaking in the evening's festivities. "Demon, humans... just doesn't feel right. Tempter of the original sin, and all. Gets weird when I think about it too much."

"I suppose that makes sense," Aziraphale says, returning his gaze to the Earth and wishing for some kind of breeze to cool himself down; he ought to have brought a handfan, but he always forgets how balmy Roman summers are. "So you're just here drinking and..."

"Soaking up the debauchery," Crowley says, his grin renewed. He leans back and takes a deep breath in, finally giving Aziraphale more than an inch of space to himself again, and lets it out with a sigh of satisfaction; if it sounds a bit more like a moan than a sigh for a moment, it's really none of Aziraphale's business. He was probably imagining it in the first place. "Oh, it's like nothing else. You ever try opium?"

"Just the once. I wasn't a fan of the come-down."

"Remember those wavessss of euphoria," Crowley says, hissing as he tends to do when he's intoxicated and tipping his head back like he's basking in the indecency of it all, "that hit you at random? No rhyme or reason, just ecstasy - that's what it feels like here, if I let all wash over me properly. All of them, lost to pleasure, getting off on the idea of seeing each other get off."

Heat curls in the pit of Aziraphale's stomach and he swallows, mouth suddenly dry.

As if he can tell - good Lord, can he? - Crowley brings his head back down and smiles at Aziraphale, teeth showing in a way that ought to be threatening but only stokes the coals of Aziraphale's interest.

"But there can only be one weirdo lurking in the corner and watching at these things, you know," he says, stalking around Aziraphale and leaning over his shoulder to speak again, voice lowering. "Now there's two of us just standing about, sticking out like sore thumbs. Being the clothed ones at the orgy can draw unwanted attention."

Crowley's lips brush his ear with the final word and Aziraphale's heart thuds against his chest loud enough he's certain Crowley must be able to hear it. If he can, he doesn't comment on it.

"Over by that frisky trio in the bushes, see him?" he says instead, nodding toward the stranger in question, who's giving Aziraphale a suggestive look. "He's been eyeing you this whole time. If he thinks you're available, instead of just watching, he might come seeking your attention."

His hand comes up to skim a touch across Aziraphale's shoulderblades, a ghost of a caress where his wings would be, and Aziraphale realises he lost control of this interaction quite awhile ago and has no desire to get it back.

"How would you suggest I make myself appear... less available?" Aziraphale murmurs, tilting his head in the slightest, an offering he hopes doesn't go overlooked.

Crowley's hand drifts back from his shoulder to his neck and a pair of slender fingers curl around the collar of his tunic, gingerly pulling the fabric aside so Crowley can dip his head and press his lips to the base of Aziraphale's neck, hot like a brand against his skin. Aziraphale's eyes fall half-shut and he bites back a groan, head tipping further to the side as Crowley kisses his jaw, nosing at the tender spot beneath his ear.

"Something like this might help," Crowley murmurs against his skin. "Is he still looking?"

Aziraphale glances back to the stranger, who has decidedly lost interest and is now pleasuring himself to the sight of the frisky trio in the bushes.

"Yes," he lies, shutting his eyes.

"Good," Crowley says, lips grazing his jaw again. "I've got a few other ideas."

#sorryisuckbutatleastiknow #philintropy #good omens #THIS GOT OUT OF HAND-#and also takes place in about like 189 BC or so idk

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punks-never-die205 · 9 months

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Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

Chapter 3: Soul Account

Upon your return yesterday, you had found your apartment returned back to order. The pulled carpet was replaced, the walls were clean, and the furniture was placed in logical locations – as opposed to being piled on your bed. You had barely been out hunting for clothes for Eustass for a couple of hours, but as much as you could be surprised, it was a pleasant one to return home too.

You had picked up take out Chinese and a six pack of beer as well, offering most of it up to him along with the clothes.

Eustass lifts the six-pack and regards it. “The hell is this?”

“Beer?” Your response is more of a question because you’re not sure how to describe beer to someone. “A mildly alcoholic-.”

“I know what beer is.” He growls, setting the pack on the coffee table. “Why’d you buy it?”

“… Beer goes well with cheap Chinese takeout.” You answer flatly. “Should I have gotten more?”

“Eh.” He pops the cap off one and drinks it, making a face before having a few bites of food. The displeased look on his face lets up a little and he takes another drink. “Most beer here is disappointing, but you weren’t wrong.” He admits, taking a few more bites before looking over at you. “It does go good toget—what’s with that look on your face?”

You blink and look away before your brows crease. “I… didn’t realize I was making a face. I don’t know. I was… surprised, I think.”

“… By what?”

“You’re sitting on the couch naked, drinking beer and eating Chinese, and instead of thinking you were a vulgar brute, I thought that you looked… refined.”

He grunts. “I’ve had a lot more practice at existing than you, but don’t doubt I am a vulgar brute, little contractor.”

You sit across from him, legs crossed on the floor and grab a beer for your meal.

“Aw, didn’t get the whole pack for me?” He teases.

“Five sixths of it,” you reply, managing a small smile. “Do you know why cheap beer makes cheap Chinese food better?”

Eustass makes a negative sound and quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Lots of the flavors, even in cheap cuisine, are alcohol soluble. You don’t really taste them without alcohol in the food or paired with it.” You explain. It’s frustrating to hear your voice so lifeless even though you’re talking about something you have an interest in.

Something about the realization pulls the room into a somber mood, and the two of you eat in relative silence. You make plans to shop for clothes for Eustass properly the next day, and maybe even find him a screamer.

“That reminds me,” you say, empty boxes of Chinese in your hands as you step away from the living room. “I can not stop you either way, but do people survive hooking up with demons?”

“… You asking me not to leave a trail of broken bodies in my wake?”

“I suppose so.”

“Seems morals aren’t tied to emotions.” Eustass muses, finishing off the last of the drink in his hand. “Yeah, sure, I don’t need to break my toys to enjoy myself, I’ll play nice with your fellow humans.”

. . . . . .

“How are people not freaking out?” You question as you walk through the mall with Eustass Kid.

There was no way to keep him from sticking out. Somewhere beyond the limit of 6’6” he was just plain tall for starters. Broad shouldered with a body seemingly sculpted from marble, there was nothing subtle about him, and he didn’t diminish himself or his presence as he practically strut his way through the mall.

While his fiery hair and arrogant aura certainly didn’t help, you had been more worried about the horns and tail attracting the wrong kind of attention. There was no way that a straining T-shirt, sweat pants, and some slides were enough to make him look human.

“People see what they want to see.” He says with a grin. At the very least he was enjoying the attention.

“You’re not like, hiding your tail with magic or something?”

“Nah. Waste of energy.” He looks down at you. “Humans don’t believe in demons and magic and shit, so they almost never see it. You see it,” he adds before you can ask, “because you literally watched me crawl out of your summoning circle.

“But otherwise? I could double in size, got full scales and claws, and start tearing this place apart, and people would be yelling about earthquakes or a gas explosion or some shit.” He explains.

“Huh.”

“I wouldn’t go thinking every freak accident was one of my kind letting loose in your world.” He says, ruffling your hair. “Ah.” Pointing to a store, he pulls you along. “Here.”

“Here?”

“Surprised?”

“… In a manner of speaking, yes.” You admit as he pulls you toward a store that sells business suits.

“Expecting I’d want to wear vulgar print shirts and ripped jeans?”

“At the minimum.” You admit flatly.

Eustass grunts. “Suits open more doors. You want me to play nice with the humans, this is the route we’re going.”

“… We?” You barely get the question out as you and Kid enter a place that looks like it’s minimum price is a lien on your house. If you had a house.

Before you can ask any more questions, Eustass has effectively accosted a store employee. By the time he’s done talking to the stiff man they’re practically best friends. Eustass lays on some bullshit story about losing his luggage during an international flight, and he and his assistant are in need of decent attire for the next week.

He produces a leather wallet from his pocket and pulls out a credit card that looks like it could be a key card to Impel Down, or some other spook facility. You have no idea where he got either, and the only reassuring thing about the entire exchange is that neither the wallet, nor the card, are yours. They seem to belong to Catarina Amancio, whoever that is.

Well, for the moment, that’s who Eustass is, and you remember to address him as Mr. Silvers when the store employee regards you. Your lack of emotions is taken as professionalism by the store employee, who seems to praise you for it. If anything you find you’re grateful for your current situation, you’re not entirely sure your poker face would be good enough for this otherwise.

You’re apart from Eustass for probably twenty minutes as you’re handed off to a female member of the staff and taken to a back room for measurements. The actual measuring doesn’t take long, but then they go about finding you something to wear before you can leave, and finding clothes that fit off the rack takes them a moment. Though you imagine they do in 15 minutes what would’ve taken you several hours on your own.

You walk away in a blue-grey suit with a white undershirt and a black, functional heels. For something untailored it fit well and was comfortable, the ladies that assisted you had even tidied up your hair a little. Ten minutes later Eustass came out from a different dressing room, consoling the store employees that had been assisting him.

He was wearing a crimson dress shirt and black tie, black pants and deep, almost black, crimson later shoes. Based on what you could hear of the exchange they hadn’t been able to find a suit jacket that fit him off the rack. The dress shirt was barely doing its job as it was – one good, aggressive flex on his part and it was going to give at the seams.

After pre-paying for everything that was going to be tailored for the two of you, you leave and head toward the food court. You glance behind him as you’re walking and then looking up at him.

“Your tail’s gone.”

“It’s there.”

You look again. “No, it’s not.”

“It’s wrapped around my leg, you brat.” He manages to sound irritated and laugh at the same time, but you see his pant leg move on its own a little.

“They really didn’t see it when they were measuring you.” You say with a hint of surprise. “I didn’t doubt what you had said, but I had imagined such proximity would change things.”

Eustass doesn’t say anything, and the two of you walk in silence for a few minutes before you notice something. When you glance up at Eustass you realize he notices it too, and it’s apparently pleased him.

“Might not need to go clubbing.” You say flatly.

“Suits open more doors,” Eustass says with a grin.

“Shall I leave you to it then?”

“Hm? Nah. Someone’s more likely to approach me with you around anyway.” He says confidently.

“That… doesn’t make any sense.”

“All things bein’ equal, what’s sexier – a tall, broad-shouldered hot guy in a suit, or a tall, broad-shouldered hot guy in a suit with a small companion who is obviously not afraid of him?” Eustass asks, leaning down a little. “Besides, you look like you’re all business right now, you’re not going to deter anyone.”

“Hm. I’m your wingman then.” You’re not sure what to think about the whole thing, but after a moment you realize you had one more curiosity. “Where’d the card come from, Mr. Catarina?” You ask flatly.

Eustass grins. “Don’t worry about it for now, short stack.”

“… There’s an implication there that I will need to be worried about it later.”

His grin widens. “Possibly. Food first.”

The food court at the mall was standard. You both managed to find what you wanted and ate in relative silence. No less than four people came up to Eustass while you were eating. He ended up with three numbers and a date for the evening, you even promised to “clear his schedule” at one point.

“I really expected more lip from you, and less assistance.” Eustass admits as you’re finishing up your meals.

“Jealousy is an emotion.” You answer flatly. “Also, I did not expect to resolve my issue immediately upon summoning a demon.”

“Oh? What did you expect?” He questions. “And I mean from the top, before you even started the ritual.”

You hold up your fingers as you count off the outcomes you had anticipated. “Firstly, I expected failure. While I had decided to believe that the whole concept of summoning was valid, I didn’t assume I was going to get it right the first practical attempt. Second, I expected to be ignored or dismissed by whomever answered me. Worse, that I had done things just correctly enough to summon something, and incorrectly enough to be killed by whatever came through.

“Even if everything went perfectly, I had assumed it would take another twenty years or so to find my soul.” You admit. “There’s several billion people on the planet, and that’s assuming whoever took my soul is still here, and not from wherever you’re from.”

“Whoever took it is still here.” Eustass says. “There’re some exceptions, but you wouldn’t be able to survive off those scraps if your soul had been pulled to another plane. An’ if they took it for the reason I think they did, you don’t have to worry about them suddenly leaving.”

“What reason do you think?”

“My guess is you have a clean soul.”

Your mind stutters a little. You weren’t sure what you had expected Eustass to say, but clean soul hadn’t been the phrase you had expected. Shiny, maybe. Uniquely colored. Large?

Getting up he tugs you to your feet. “Let’s get back to your place, I don’t want to go into details out in public like this.”

#Souled Out #eustass kid #x reader #eustass kid x reader #supernatural au #one piece fanfiction #reader insert

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Day 11 of @storyweaverofgondor‘s Cats-pril: theatre. I was originally planning to write something for Gus, but this silly nonsense was the only thing that came to mind, so I wrote it instead. To no one’s surprise, I am a tuggoff stan first, and a human being second. Also on Ao3 here.

Tugger drummed his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. Come on, Munkustrap! He knew that theatre rehearsal things always ran over, but it was boring as all hell to just sit in a car and wait with nothing to do. He would never agree to pick him up again!

At that moment, the stage door flew open, but it wasn’t his brother who came out. It was, instead, the most beautiful person Tugger had ever seen in his life. His jaw fell open as he took him in. He had dark, curly hair, and brilliant heterochromatic eyes. He was small but clearly fit, and was wearing a casual white shirt with a black leather jacket. Hello, theatre just got much more interesting! The pretty man looked annoyed, actually, he frowned down at his phone and let out a visible groan. As he did, Tugger heard the splash of a raindrop hit the windscreen. The man clearly noticed the incoming weather as well, as he turned his face to the sky with an expression that clearly read: “dear God, why?”

Tugger leapt into action. No pretty faces would be getting drenched on his watch! He seized his umbrella from the passenger seat, and scrambled out of the door. The other man didn’t notice him approach right away, but looked up as the umbrella materialised over his head.

“Can’t have a pretty head like yours getting soaked now, can we?” Tugger said, shooting the man his best flirty smile.

“Tugger Deuteronomy,” the man said flatly.

“Eh?”

It was true, he was a legend, but if he had ever met such a beautiful creature, there was no way Tugger wouldn’t remember him. The man smiled, realisation dawning on his face.

“You’re Munkustrap’s brother, are you not? I’ve heard him talk about you. You have the same nose.”

“Whatever he said is a barefaced lie,” Tugger countered immediately, resisting the immediate urge to touch his nose. Getting on Munkustrap’s nerves was the most funnest of fun times, but it was only to get him to chill out a bit. The other man snorted a laugh.

“I’ve known him to exaggerate before. I’m Mistoffelees, by the way. Misto, for short. I dance here. I’ve helped your brother to choreograph some scenes in his plays before.” Mistoffelees extended his hand to Tugger, who immediately raised it to his lips and kissed it.

“The Rum Tum Tugger, at your service, Misto. I promise you, I’m a delight, don’t listen to my brother.”

He was a dancer! That was hot. Tugger couldn’t resist checking him out again. There was definite amusement in Misto’s eyes when they locked gazes again.

“Well, Tugger, you certainly make a good first impression, regardless. I think getting rained on would have been the icing on top of a spectacularly shit day. I may have actually cried,” he said, gesturing to the umbrella. It was now raining heavily.

“It would be nothing less than a criminal offence for a pretty face like yours to cry. I simply will not allow it. Who do I need to beat up?”

Misto laughed again and Tugger preened.

“My artistic director, I suppose. I was supposed to be meeting him here, but he cancelled last minute, as did my ride home.”

“Consider it done.”

“Just don’t throw me under the bus, mind. Make it look like an accident, will you?”

“A case of mistaken identity it is,” Tugger said with a mock salute. His stomach was performing more and more acrobatics the more he spoke to Misto, who was now smiling fully and beautifully at him. “But if your day has been spectacularly rotten, please allow me to buy you a drink to make up for it.”

Misto raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you here to do something? Or do you just make a habit of hanging out by stage doors and flirting with whoever comes out?”

“Only when they’re as gorgeous as you,” Tugger winked. “And I can think of nothing I’d rather do than continue to impress you with my charm and good looks in a local establishment.”

“Make it somewhere that serves food and you’ve got a deal, you terrible flirt. As is befitting my terrible day, I left my lunch at home,” Misto lamented, but he was smiling. Tugger gave a dramatic little bow, taking care not to jostle the umbrella too much.

“As you wish,” he declared, manoeuvring them towards his car. “Your chariot awaits, my dear.”

“How gracious of you,” Misto grinned, playing along as Tugger opened the door for him, still holding the umbrella over him, before trotting round to the driver’s side.

“I know the perfect place for the first of our many dates,” Tugger said, starting the engine.

“Confident, aren’t we?”

“Always. Besides, you’re a dancer. That means you’re hella strong and could easily wipe the floor with me if I do something you don’t like.”

“Relax, I don’t make a habit of getting into strangers’ cars if I think they’re going to murder me. That gets old quite fast.”

Tugger laughed out loud as he pulled onto the main road.

“If you know my name and family, am I really a stranger? I have ID to prove it! Besides, failing in a pathetic attempt to murder you would be highly counterproductive.”

“I suppose so, if you’re planning for this to be the first of many dates,” Misto snickered, pulling down the sunvisor to examine his glorious reflection in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair, but obviously found no imperfections in his appearance, and snapped it back up again, turning to Tugger with a mega-kilowatt smile that made him want to either scream, cry, or throw up. Maybe all of them all at once. But that would be very aesthetically displeasing, so he clamped down on that.

“Oh, I absolutely am, sweetheart.”

Misto rolled his eyes, but Tugger could tell he was amused.

“Slow down, lover boy, one at a time, ok?”

That was not a no! Tugger couldn’t believe his luck. This would be the best date ever!

#tuggoffelees #cats the musical #cats-pril2023 #cats-prilday11

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electric-alt-cookie · 5 months

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LOG 3202:21;01

The vast city was lit up with various hues of blue with yellow and purple accents. Lemon squinted trying to see all the different lights in the sky. In a way, the city felt like back home, only more technologically focused. He felt weird sticking out like a sore thumb. His armor may be gray, but it was still bulky compared to the suits that the majority of NeoAzullians were wearing. Not only that, but most NeoAzullians didn’t have warm-colored hair like his. The exception was Raspberry Iced Tea with their red hair which originally didn’t come to cross his mind. It was a bit random, but he did wonder why Tea had red hair instead of the normal cool colors of the planet. Eh, it wasn’t a big enough deal for him to ponder it. People are what they are.

He turned his attention away from his internal thoughts to see civilians out in the streets. A lot of them were doing… just normal “human” things. They were living, surviving, and even trying to make ends meet. For a planet far away in the galaxy, they acted just like cookies. This place that Aloe was from… It wasn’t all that different from Earth.

He remembered something from earlier. Something, something, an energy crisis, he heard from overhearing murmurs and rumors. From the eye, it didn’t look like there was a crisis, but nothing is as it seems. From seeing people trying to live their daily lives, that should be enough proof for him. If he and Cyborg were supposed to be Aloe’s solution to Bluestar’s energy crisis, he knew that was only a short-term solution, and Aloe would not deliberately go out of their way to use him and Cyborg as batteries. At least, he knew that Aloe wouldn’t use Cyborg as a living battery. It wouldn’t make sense for that to happen to him or Cyborg after the bonding session Aloe had. It would be a waste of time to get somewhat close to someone and throw it all away.

There he went again, being lost in his own thoughts. It was hard for him not to do that after the war and Aloe trying to quote-on-quote “fix” society’s problems. He never considered himself a thinker, but being lost in his thoughts was starting to become a problem.

“Okay… Keep it together…” The Android slapped his face.

Lemon glanced around for a bit more before receiving a signal. It was a familiar one.

“Come to the palace. His majesty wishes to speak to you privately.”

“Privately? What the hell does that entail…” Lemon thought to himself as he changed course.

Before he lept into action, he caught a glimpse of a NeoAzul with green hair. He attempted to get a closer look, but a group of civilians walked by and obscured his vision. The figure was gone afterwards.

Lemon would soon arrive at the palace. The place was much more extravagant on the inside than outside. Even more so than Princess's castle. The interior was lit up with royal blues and different hues of yellow lights. The floors and walls sparkled as if they had never been touched before. Lemon was escorted by some guards as he walked up to the entrance, but he was slightly disappointed that Aloe wasn't there to guide him personally. Thankfully, there were no signs of Tea anywhere near. Tea was probably preparing for their big day soon.

“Ah? Lemon? Are you finally here?” A voice echoed from across the hall. It was accompanied by footsteps soon after.

Lemon recognized the voice from before. It was Starflower, the royal from the crowning ceremony. The King shooed away the guards and put his hands together excitedly.

“Lemon… V.Al-- Aloe has told me so much about you…!” Starflower was practically jumping from the encounter. “Please, walk with me. I have several things I would like to say. I promise I have only good intentions.”

“A weird thing to say, but alright.” Lemon remarked, raising his eyebrow.

Starflower led Lemon down into a large corridor with stained glass windows. There were images displayed of the different royals throughout the centuries. At the end, there were two missing spots, presumably for Tea and Knight.

“These are… not the circumstances I'd like to meet you in…” Starflower started, folding his arms together, ��The truth is, I will not be of this world much longer…”

The smile he initially started with faded.

“My gift is that I am able to see into the future. Which unfortunately means that I can see when my expiration date happens… like how you have electricity powers,” Starflower stopped walking and looked up at a stained glass window that looked like him, “I really did not want to tell V.Aloe… They would make a great big deal out of it…”

“So, why are you telling me?” Lemon raised his eyebrow, “We aren't exactly ‘close.’”

“A friend of a friend is my friend too. V.Al- Augh- Aloe feels more at home on Earth than they do here. Sorry… Earth customs when it comes to names feel disrespectful to me-”

“It's alright. Don’t worry about it.” The android put his hand out to pat Starflower on the back, but quickly pulled his hand away. He made a face, knowing that he was copying what Aloe did to him earlier.

Starflower chuckled to himself, noticing Lemon's expression which made Lemon get slightly embarrassed. The android huffed and looked away from Starflower trying to make himself look more composed.

“Need not to hide yourself… I could tell from the minute I laid my eyes upon you, that you are the perfect partner for them. V.Aloe has told me so much about you in the brief time that we were in contact… They think fondly of you, you know? Despite all the… past quarrels.” Starflower put his hands in his pockets and sighed, “If only I could say the same for Y.Tea and Z.Mocha…”

So that's why Starflower was tense earlier. It was starting to make sense to Lemon.

Starflower continued, “I never wanted to invade your planet, Lemon. I don't want to cause trouble, however, Y.Tea and Z.Clematis have their own interests. One more than the other. I'm afraid I can't help you anymore, or else that would be treason. The people don't respect me as much as they do Y.Tea.” The king took his hands out of his pockets and started to twiddle his thumbs, “As I mentioned before, I am going to die very soon. I don't want V.Aloe to know, or else they would be devastated. I want you to protect them and I want you to protect your home planet.”

His expression turned serious.

“There is going to be another war. Not with cookies and robots, but cookies, cyborgs, and robots fighting together to defend from extraterrestrial life. When you get back home, you need to prepare immediately.”

One of Starflower's assistants knocked on the door to the corridor. He jumped in surprise.

“Oh dear… I'm sorry I rambled for so long, but I need to do my kingly duties. Please feel free to use one of the guest rooms at your leisure,” Starflower rushed to the door, straightening his back and putting his arms to his side. He dismissed Lemon after giving one last reassuring nod to the android. The door shut, leaving behind a long echo.

Lemon was alone again. He was left to contemplate the conversation that Starflower had with him. As he stared up at the glass again, his words simmered in his brain. “Another war, huh…” He didn't want to believe it, but if Starflower was telling the truth, he had best find a way off this planet soon.

#mod tuscan posts #🌠 calamity from the cosmos (arc)#lemon cookie #cr robopocalypse au

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marukissnack · 8 months

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A cackle can be heard from a dark corner as on your screen an anon hath asked for more turtle ranting!!!

🧫 🧪🪰🧑‍🍼

and one more that isn't on the list

Please tell me more about Sandro if you can!!!!

Anon…you’re after my own heart here. Ily, (but like platonically)

Find the list of questions here!

🧫 Were your turtles mutated intentionally or on accident?

Their mutation was VERY much an accident. It happened during what was supposed to be a quick ninja-in ninja-out mission, but…somebody else was there when they shouldn't have been.

It was really a major case of wrong place; wrong time. Or right place; right time? Eh, depends on who you ask I guess.

🧪 Where does the mutagen come from?

I talked a bit about this in the Shredder’s Motivation question, but I can go a little more into detail.

T.C.R.I is a science & technology research company, with multiple locations across the states (and still branching out). Their main location is in NYC. They have many fields of research, but the only branches that matter for this question are the ones specialized in medical enhancement formulas (like…steroids) & DNA.

Saki persuades (read: bribes) the lead scientists of these branches, Dr. Baron Draxum & Dr. Victoria Falco, to create a formula that genetically alters a person’s DNA & essentially turns anyone who takes it into a nearly unstoppable force: increased strength, speed, senses, the works (of course they can’t remove the humanity of someone so they’re still mortal and all.)

The substance, or ooze if you will, that mutates the turtles is the first remotely successful batch of this formula. Still not perfect, but highly potent stuff.

🪰 Is there a Baxter stockman in your au?

Currently, no. But I would like to include him somewhere if I can, as he’s one of my favourite B-list villains. He will most likely have a more minor role, similar to his Mirage origins or in Rise, if I do add him.

🧑‍🍼 How does Splinter raise the boys?

……….

Splinter tried to give the boys as normal a life as possible, given their whole turtle situation. They are not hidden away, never to see the light of day, but they are not paraded around either. They often went to the grocery store when needed, went to parks to play (albeit usually later than most kids would), etc. they were simply covered up and layered in clothing. One of the perks of having a human presenting guardian, I suppose.

Other than that…they were raised with the best intentions an “I am an early 20’s adult living in a bachelor apartment suddenly now a parental guardian of four toddler boys wtf am I doing” can possibly offer. Sure it wasn’t perfect, yeah there were a lot of mess ups, but they were family, and there were rarely doubts about that.

Still aren’t, really.

❓Please tell me more about Sandro if you can!!!!

Sandro: Named after the Italian Renaissance painter Alessandro Filipepi (AKA Botticelli), artist behind the famous work “The Birth of Venus” amongst many others.

He can be rather obnoxious, and has an abrasive, nosy, and younger-sibling brat personality. He’s the type to insult you with the most innocently sincere smile on his face. Never seems able to sit still, even when talking directly to him. Competition is his main driving force, with a great desire to be better than others. But only when he wants to succeed in that aspect; he’s not gonna bother being better than you at knitting, ‘cause that pastime doesn’t interest him.

What does interest him is fighting and sparring, as it helps him regulate his energy. He’s quite strong, despite not being a very big guy, and prefers a hand-to-hand combat style. Although he’s learned to restrain himself from jumping into any and every fight, the moment he gets the green light you’d better be prepared ‘cause he will move in FAST. He also likes a good prank (who doesn’t??), and snacks. Ninja Diet be darned, the boy will have his oreos if he wants them!!

And yes, Sandro is a turtle. He’s a red-eared slider. His colour code is Emerald.

#my turtles au #also thank you for these anon you helped me jump a story-hurdle that’s been blocking me for a good while with one of these questions #I appreciate you so much ;-;

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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the heroes meet - Huma Miraculous AU

Harry was breathless as he flew above Auradon city, the miraculous suit that covered his skin had given him, well; miraculous powers. He tossed out the magical yoyo and swung down towards a tall building; using a light pole as an anchor. He landed on his feet and rolled into his shoulder as he did, hopping back up with a wild grin.

“wow” he shook his hands as he paced back and forth about the rooftop “holy shit holy shit; this is fucking amazing, im a fucking superhero! Wait holy fuck what should my name be?” “holy shit there's another one!?” Harry jumped nearly 10 feet in the air as a sudden voice interrupted his excited rant and he spun around…to see his best friend in a cat costume? “Uma?” Harry yelled, pointing his finger at her in shock. “Harry!?” Uma screeched, her now very long and thick hair, that was twisted into locs; puffing up like an angry cat. She was also pointing at him. “you’re my partner?!” they said at the same time, then they both started laughing, Harry crouching to the ground as Uma covered her face “aren’t the masks supposed to prevent anyone from knowing our true identities?” Uma asked with a laugh, having thoroughly interrogated her kawami about the whole superhero thing. Harry shrugged from his place on the floor. The two looked up as a loud crash echoed from a few blocks away, then they glanced at each other with a smirk “we can get back ta this later” Uma hummed, with a terrible impression of his accent, and Harry snorted with a roll of his eyes.

“Are yeh tryin’ ta mock me or somethin’?” Harry muttered, spinning his yoyo in preparation to launch towards the Akuma. Uma just smirked at him “well if we’re going to make secret identities? Might as well make our superhero selves the opposite of ourselves? And who is more opposite than me than my very loud and chaotic Scottish best friend?” Harry laughed loudly, rubbing the back of his head and turning. He thought for a moment while Uma chuckled to herself, then he spun around, his face suddenly very serious and not an ounce of his usual chaotic self in sight. Uma burst into laughter, flopping on the ground.

“oh, my gods! Are-are you doing a me?” Uma slapped her hand on the ground as Harry chuckled, walking over to her and lifting her to her feet “wha’? so yeh can do an impression of meh but I can't do the same fer yeh? Unfair Uma~” Harry purred, in a way that made Uma flush and she hid her face behind the fluff that also hid her human ears. “while we’re behind the masks” Uma started, pushing down the stutter that wanted to interrupt her words “it's Marvi Gáta to you.”

Harry snorted “Black cat, how original” he gestured to her sleek black and aqua-colored uniform with dashes of gold here and there. Uma stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms “oh yeah? You come up with something better than that eh?” Harry hummed, the two of them ignoring the Akuma that was slowly getting closer to them “Neverbug” Harry said with a snap of his fingers, a smile on his lips. Uma’s smirk turned soft, Neverbug. How cute. It was from a story Harry’s mother used to tell when he was a kid and couldn’t sleep; Uma had always liked it as well.

“well it’s no Marvi Gáta” Uma teased, struggling up to harry and fixing his jacket color, admiring the gold details that trailed down to the tails “but it’ll do. Now come on bug boy!” Uma rocketed into the sky with the help of her staff, Harry smiling up at her in awe, as he always did “we got an Akuma to defeat!” Harry laughed, following her lead with his yoyo.

The adventures of Neverbug and Marvi Gáta had begun.

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cant resist showing off my designs for them again~

@ishiphumasohard @harriyanna @felonytaxevasion

#disney descendants #miraculous ladybug #miraculous huma au #fic #lil fic #meet cute but they've already meet and immediately know eachother cuz its huma

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BLEACH: Thousand-year Blood War ep 7 review

Aaaaah! Original Gotei 13 was amazing! I loved how they showed at the beginning of the episode how they basically wrecked Yhwach's army and him. Like, omg, yes. It was just amazing how they all were silhouettes, yet one could still tell apart who was who based on that artwork of Kubo! Man, the original Gotei 13 was truly something else, eh? So happy the animators included that, plus the fact how big support Sasakibe was to Yamamoto back then as compared to now it felt like without that support...Yamamoto wasn't that much. Also, it's kind of funny compared to back then, the shinigami felt somehow much more united? Yet now it feels like they're scattered all around...it's somewhat weird since the very first shinigami are always portrayed as a bunch of savages, but now it felt like they had much more synergy than the current captains (or, maybe it just felt like that when they managed to crush Yhwach and Quincies first time around so easily?) Just something I noticed. Still, what a way to start the episode! I just can't wait to see all the gifs people will post about that 2-minute lasting original Gotei 13...

Ah, Yhwach is truly terrifying now that he has returned. Not because he is back, but because he has come prepared. I feel like the fact Yhwach has now had all that time to prepare for his revenge, is making him and the Quincies much deadlier. I suppose the first time around they didn't manage to get prepared at all, just like the current Gotei 13...goes show how important preparation is, eh?

The scene where Yhwach all but talked about that and the shock in everybody's (shinigami captains') faces truly showed the shock and despair they once again felt. I think Unohana's shocked face really hit home, after the parallel we saw at the beginning. She truly believed that the 'monster' that Yamamoto had called himself to Kyoraku could truly beat once again Yhwach...oh, how things have changed.

One thing I didn't like in that scene was the music score. I know the score was a classical Bleach one, but the guitar hasn't ever been to me a sad instrument, not much how minor you would play with it. I would have wished piano or even violin or some other instrument to accompany the music score when that scene played (or no guitar at all), to add the despair and sadness feeling. But I suppose it's hard to balance Yhwach's boasting and shinigami feeling sad at the same time since the scene showed both and those are quite opposed feelings...so, in that sense, it succeeds? I don't know, the music bothered me in that scene and especially at the end of it. Otherwise, I think the emotional punch was very good.

Oh, did anyone else notice how the pink was cast away in bloodier scenes? That now when things got more severe and serious, they used red, the color of blood? Really helped to shift the mood and it feels like, in each episode that comes out, the stakes are higher than in previous ones. One can truly do wonders with the color palette and I must applaud the animators for that and the director. In most shows, these fighting scenes would just be dark and one could barely tell what was going on, but now those are vibrant with the colors of despair, death, and emotions. Heck, it's nice to see what characters are feeling and when it's about some minor characters, the screen flashes with a silhouette of the character with red as the background color before the scene changes. So good!

The scene where Ichigo arrived and all but went straight to Byakuya after the first few stops were also very good. I'd waited for Byakuya's plea for Ichigo. I think the impact was very powerful when at first we see Yhwach telling plainly how Yamamoto couldn't ask for help/order humans to help him, yet now we see Byakuya casting away his huge pride as shinigami, asking Ichigo's help. I always found it odd/funny how Ichigo was labeled as a mere human, because even without the reader/watcher's knowledge, the shinigami must have noticed no, Ichigo isn't your everyday normal human boy. While the shinigami affairs don't really belong to him (as he is an outsider) I always felt it felt just odd how they clung to that 'he is human'. Same with his friends. Anyway, the scene was heartbroken and once again, I loved what the animators had managed to do. The fact the air vaporized when it was about to touch Ichigo and his spiritual pressure manifesting physically around him as a wind? Big Kenpachi and Yoruichi's shunko feelings. It gave the feeling Ichigo has grown from that 'weak' substitute shinigami to something stronger, faster, and better. (Yes, that was a Daft Punk reference.)

I admit I lolled a bit when Yhwach vs. Ichigo fought Yhwach already thought he had won over Ichigo and was already planning to make him his puppet (gave me Final Fantasy vibes), yet much to his horror Ichigo was all 'surprise!' Before that, the fight felt like Yhwach having a small argument with a rebellious teenager and Haschwalth rolling his eyes at the side, being all 'I know you enjoy a good argument/like to troll teenagers, but our gorgeous are about to get spoiled!' Sorry, but it just felt like that. xD

After that, the fight got a bit more serious but after that...yeah, I just couldn't feel it. It was a nice one and have anime only watchers much to think about.

One thing that I liked in that final scene was the fact Aizen was brought out like a monster in one's basement. Like, the way Yhwach talks about him makes me feel like he is the true boogieman that everybody should be scared of. This is true, as Aizen is still as brilliant as ever, even in prison.

Omg! It was already hinted last week this week's episode's ending would have visuals about the original Gotei 13 and they had! The ending felt like a mini-episode itself where at first we get very good glimpses of the whole original Gotei 13, until we shift to current ones, then to Sasakibe and Yamamoto, and lastly, how Yamamoto dies out like a candle's flame. Loved that parallel and symbolism it held.

Alright, this time the ending manga panel 'poet' felt a bit mysterious. I couldn't figure out who that shinigami woman was who talked...but the next episode's name...is that a hint for Zero Squad? I suppose we'll see in next week~.

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areyoureadyforhell · 1 year

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“absinthe.”

"Absinthe."

Summary: Conditor ended up getting caught by Alfie after trying to solve some problems for him. Alfie didn't think so.

Character: Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders) x Conditor (Original character).

Warning: no proof-read, OOC (for sure), a lot of blood and corpses, dark (dirty) jokes, I'm bad at tagging.

Theme: powfu - death bed

https://youtu.be/bWjcQKErWd8

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It all started with a small misunderstanding. Good films in the safe zone always had one motif like that.

In Conditor’s condition, however, that cute little problem did not end up really well.

– So, – one of the bastards finally decided to break the silence, – you said you were planning on writing and painting and making artistic shit based on our fucking ridiculous lives?

It took Conditor some time to think about the answer, actually.

– …sort of, I suppose. It’s not working like what you’re thinking, sweeties, but you can look at it like that.

The young girl folded her arms gently, as if the blood draining from her nose did not exist. Her smile made the gangsters’ hair stand on end. It’s not creepy, sure, they had seen corpses, thousands of them, lying in their blood with different kinds of injuries. People in this world die all the time, so wounds and blood should not be a new thing.

Toward this little woman, however, all they could feel was a strange, uneasy feeling.

– Don't fool me, I don’t give a fuck! – Another guy gritted his teeth, and his grip on the baton tightened. – You’ve entered the death fucking hole, little woman. You gotta be responsible for that.

The situation got worse, Conditor noted, and it would reach its worst soon if she couldn’t do something. These gangsters did not have the patience like reporters. They worked with their muscles.

In fact, dealing with violence was not her cup of tea, but that didn't mean she would talk to them again in peace.

– Yeah yeah, I know, I know…

All they could hear from her was a small giggle and a harsh smash before their vision became blurry.

"Then let me teach you how to give a fuck, alright?"

–

When Alfie came, the little fight had ended.

– Fucking hell…

Corpses were lying along the road, together with their blood sticking on. The mixed smell of dry blood, wet trash and sweat was uncomfortable enough for someone like Alfie to furrow his eyebrows.

– You were born with Satan on your side, weren’t ya, little woman?

Conditor spent her last two marks of energy replying to his joke.

– …you don’t want to raise someone who will rob you of your throne, eh? Gods and Devils have the same fear, so they made me human.

That reply earned a laugh from the Jews. Conditor tried to take a small breath, then hissed as her injuries were affected. Dry blood covered her already dirty outfit, and that face was barely recognizable both because of blood and wounds. She truly was a devil crawling from the deepest part of hell.

This devil, however, could feel tired.

Alfie walked past the disgusting, bloody corpses, making his way carefully toward the little woman he had found for months. Conditor did not plan to resist: she’s moral enough not to irritate this fucking bear more than she’d already done. Both of them were interested in tricks and mind games, for sure, but considering all the things she had done, Conditor could even foresee her pathetic future funeral. There would be a lot of flowers, noises, and a coffin with no corpse inside because it had already been chopped and served on someone’s plate for dinner.

– Wanna eat bún đậu mắm tôm so bad…

– Sounds fucking terrified. What the hell is that?

Conditor could feel his hand resting quietly on her neck.

– "Cuisine", – she let out a sigh. – did I pronounce that word right? I ate that to feel comfy when I was young.

– When you were young, eh? – He raised his voice, even giggled a little bit. – How fucking old are you?

His grip tightened. Conditor's eyebrows furrowed, her hands unconsciously scratching on his, but Alfie did not move.

– You came here alone, sweetie. Worked with me for a long time, then left. Then came back. What's on your mind, hm?

– They… – Conditor tried to pronounce every word she could say clearly since that was the only way to save herself from the angry brown bear. – they planned to kill you.

– Yeah? – His hand on her neck painfully stayed still. – That's the problem. How on this fucking earth can you know?

This time, Conditor kept her silence.

Blood had stopped draining from corpses, but the sound of drops touching the ground permanently still echoed all over the small, dirty alley. It made Conditor feel uncomfortable, and the lack of oxygen worsened the uneasy feeling. Stars covered her eyes, tears started forming.

All of a sudden, the hold loosened.

– Ow! – Conditor hissed painfully as the big bear started touching the wounds on her face. – What the fuck?!

– Fucking ridiculous.

The touch left her face, and truly, it was a relief. Until Conditor could feel his hand tracing down towards one certain point on her waist. She started to resist again, this time with more fierceness.

– This whole time I was wondering how to bury myself inside you perfectly, and suddenly a fucking knife kept one jump ahead.

– That was a bad joke. – Conditor commented.

– Fits you, little Cont.

– That was worse— ouch!

His voice was nothing but a whisper.

– Quiet. Let's get you outta this, then we can talk, hm?

Although she knew silence would help in this situation, Conditor still couldn't lie. People lied for their benefits all the time, but when would they realize that waiting for them at the end of the road was never a happy ending?

– Regardless of how broken your humor is, you can't do that, Alfie. – She whispered back. – You know you can't.

– Can I?

Considering his personality, Conditor knew it was a rhetorical question.

– I don't fucking care who threatened you, seduced you, or brainwashed you, or it's just you yourself trying to play a goddamn mind trick…

Being carried in the Jewish's arms, sensing the mixed smell of rum, sweat and papers, Conditor surrendered tenderly as she slowly fell asleep.

– … as long as you are with me, 'right?

The sound of water dropping on the ground faded away.

– Those shitty things could wait.

It all started with a small misunderstanding.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x oc

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hxroic-wxlls · 1 year

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"Void if you would."

"Don't take too long or Hel going to get worse. I'm releasing the restriction now."

Vortigern returned to his original form and was back to full power. "You're a ridiculous mortal." He simply walks through the bullets, any that got near him destroyed by his power. "Acting off emotions without a hint of rational thought. Lashing out at anyone who'll speak to you. Relying on a power not even your own. I will bluntly say it, you are the height of stupidity. You're giving those who hunted your race more reason to do so. You're giving the innocent who had nothing to do with this reason to do so. Death for death, that is the cycle you're fueling and soon your race will go extinct as you continue to fuel it since you're already on the losing end. Why draw more attention to yourself?"

"You are a royal, act like it and think things through. Since do you think you're invincible? You're nothing but a frog in the well and that emerald in your hand changes nothing. There are higher beings who won't take kindly to your actions. You're lucky I helped these two get here before any of my sisters directly took action against you for the disaster you caused. Since do you think you're safe from death? You aren't and I'm giving you a chance by letting them talk to you and yet you attack them without listening. Calling their words lies as if that's all it is. So let me show you what kind of beings will be coming after you if those two fail to reason with you and you keep this up." Vortigern entire body became nothing but chaos, all of the elements and pure destruction focused into the shape of of his physical form. Ever changing and beyond mortal comprehension for those who can't stare at am eldritch beings true nature. "Take the peaceful option while you still can and talk rather than being forced to stand down without your prejudice clouding your judgement. You still have that chance."

'Stop, stop stop' Covering her hands over her ears and tightly shutting her eyes, she'd try her best to block out the relentless and harsh ridicule from Vortigern. She's right...she has to be right! ...Right?

She's been doing this purely for the sake of those she loves so...why is she only NOW feeling conflicted? She'd only gone to such extremes because the ones who were supposed to ensure her people safe refused to do anything about the dwindling population of her people at the hands of greedy humans... It was for a good cause!

And yet...as she took a closer gaze at her surroundings, staring down at the wreckage she'd left in her wake, and the remains of where innocent souls used to lay... She'd collapse down onto her knees, as the bullets firing down at the group become slower and unfocused, with their overall firepower decreasing dramatically.

She'd begin muttering and endless wave of 'Whys' to herself, as the red and blue duo saw an opening.

As Sonic curled into a ball, Mario would hold his hammer up like a golf club, before firing off the hedgehog with a loud 'FORE!'

In the blink of an eye, the duo's efforts would lead to the princess mermaid getting hit right in the face by the hedgehog at full force, causing her to fall back into a pile of debris, as she quickly lost consciousness. As result of the impact The emerald in her hand would fall from her grasp, and right into the hedgehog's hands.

" And that was all she wrote... " With the emerald finally out of the princess's grasp, the massive flooding that threatened to submerge the entire city began to slowly sink and fade away... " Huh. Well, I guess without the emerald's power supporting her, she wasn't able to keep this flood of hers going anymore... Guess that means we won, eh? " He'd cheerfully call out, while twirling the emerald in his hand.

As for the plumber, instead of opting to go for a victory dance like he usually did whenever he overcame a difficult challenge...he'd slowly approach the unconscious princess with a look of pity on his face.

Leaning down at her side, he'd stare back at the group.

" I know this probably sounds crazy and selfish and all, but...would it be okay if you could allow me to handle this lady on my own? I have a feeling that without that emerald's power influencing her anymore, she might be a tad bit more reasonable, now... That, and well... " Letting out a sigh, she'd stare back down at the violet haired monarch, as a trail of tears still lingered on her face. " I don't think it'd be right to just write her off as a lost cause when she's clearly been hurting for a long time... That, and even if she only realized it at the end there, I could see a flash of regret in her eyes. " Perhaps he IS too empathetic for his own good. But....he just couldn't help it. So long as he saw even just a LITTLE potential to help someone change their life for the better, he'd always take that chance.

" While I'm busy with this, though, head back to the castle to go and rummage through the 1-Up treasury. We've got a lot of people to bring back, I'm certain of that. "

#warriorsofcrimsonrealms #{let's'a go: ic}#{blue blur: ic}#{ask answered}#{story arc: waves of vengeance}

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danganfan103 · 2 years

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Danganronpa: Dead Humanity

Can you imagine not knowing your identity? Being in a world where the concept of you doesn't exist? This is the reality of Ryo, who can't remember his surname or talent. He meets many other eccentric people called Ultimates, 17 others to be exact. Some notable faces are Akira Mari, the Ultimate Game Developer who he bonds with surprisingly quickly, and Tahiro Arezki, who seems to not want to admit their talent either... But that's not important right now! Currently Ryo and the other ultimates are stuck in a killing game (pretty sure it's Hope's Peak Academy) with best bear Upupupu of 2022, Monokuma! Will Ryo live, will Ryo die in the last chapter cause I doubt he will any earlier and he gives off some sketchy vibes so last chapter death makes sense? Read Danganronpa: Dead Humanity to find out!

...

Read this now or Kara and Taima will come for your ankles. Actually no, Kara would stab your shins while Taima would chew off your ankles. There's a difference. But if you need more convincing (stay back Kara, now is not the time to stab shins), here's some reasoning as to why. First of all, the story. OH MY GOD THIS HAS SO MUCH STORY! I'm not going to spoil but instead of the mainline Danganronpa series where Despair Princess comes out of no where and screams at you the plot, you slowly learn about the plot due to a certain character. Second of all, the characters feel like they get development. These characters are eccentric of course but they feel realer in a way. Many of them have some sort of trauma that has shaped them in different ways. And with the killing game, it affects them in different ways. It's really interesting in my opinion and I like seeing this in fictional characters because many people have trauma. One last reason is the art. I love that this fangan has many CGs! Not pushing down fangans that don't but I find it really cool how they have so many CGs!

Spoilers and Predictions

Man I wish Hatsu died instead of Taima. Look, I'm sorry, I know this fits for Taima, but Hatsu's the only character I don't really like. I like everyone else though. In fact, you can see my thoughts and not my predictions since idk how many chapters there'll be (I swear I saw somewhere that there'd be 9 but idk where) about each one of them below.

Ryo: I really like Ryo! I love that in (Chapter 3, right?) he broke and almost stabbed Tahiro. It's really interesting to have a protagonist snap instead of obsessing about hope. Along with that, we have the added mystery of his identity! I think he'sa great protagonist but at the same time, I can't trust him. I feel like he has something to do with this game. Like, he wasn't supposed to be there, he's forgotten his identity, his friend was a friend with the Ultimate Scientist. I can't wait to find out how he plays into this!

Tahiro: I like Tahiro as a character! I'm a sucker for a good redemption arc and I love his. It's fun to see how he's growing from Modoro's and Suzaku's deaths. However, I have a feeling he has something to do with this game as well. Maybe he lost his eye as a result? After all, you don't get Ultimate Survivor for no reason. I don't think he's the traitor or mastermind but he had to have been on the run for a reason. He definitely has something to do with this.

Kagamiko: You. You are my favorite by far! I love Kagamiko! I love her story of learning that even if she's depressed, she should try to continue on for those who've died. I really like this message I think it's a really good one for those who are going through grief and those who can't think of a reason to survive.

Hatsu: She is for some reason my least favorite and I have no clue as to why. I think I just like everyone else more. She feels too nice. She's 100% going to kill someone. However, I don't hate her! Just my least favorite. Eh, I'm gonna watch SHSL Blaze's Danganronpa Dead Humanity streams soon to go over on how I feel about her (I edited this cause I originally felt like I was being too harsh to Hatsu and I don't want to criticize Jupiter for free work)

Yasuki: Okay, I love Yasuki as much as the next guy and I'm glad they're here, but I have this feeling that they're the traitor. Think about it. They don't have as much plot relevance or really anyone to survive for. They just feel suspicious. Because of this, I think Yasuki is one of the traitors. I love them though! I really like paranoid characters in killing games. Their reactions are usually a highlight for me.

Felix: Pretty funny character. He's both fucking hilarious and how he plays into the game. I can always get a good laugh out of them but I always wander what they know. I'd go on but I don't know how. I want to know how they play into this game besides being friends with the Ultimate Scientist but I am too stupid to figure out how.

Sam: Same thing as Felix. Sam is pretty funny to me which is something that I especially value in a character. But I'm pretty sure she's the mastermind. Like, she was friends with Nicolas, who seems to have been a traitor. Plus, there must have been a reason as to why Akira originally targeted her. Plus, it would be ironic to have the Ultimate Puppeteer be the Mastermind.

Asao: Man I love Asao! I like the silent type's in media but I truly feel like he's been developing since Kara's death. I don't really have that much else to say about him sorry.

(sorry for how lackluster the character reviews were but I had no clue on what else to do...)

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in all honesty, i don't know how this would work, but it intrigued me.

24 + diavolo, maybe? if you can find inspiration for it :)

You did it perfectly anon!! FINALLY an ask for hubby Diavolo <3 Lmao this was just supposed to be a little drabble like the rest of them but nO I just hAd to go overboard. So now I have to add all this mess:

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x gn!reader Genre: angst, fluff, fake dating au Warnings: uh his dad hates you??? Summary: With the Demon King wanting Diavolo to find someone to rule with him, it’s only natural that he lies and says he’s already found someone(you), right? Word Count: 2k words (so much for this being a drabble lmao)

24. kisses for a cover (I’m assuming this means like a cover up like a lie)

Being the prince of The Devildom comes with many responsibilities, including but not limited to: running The Devildom since his father has no interest in The Devildom’s affairs, hosting events and gatherings to strengthen his bonds with other lords and the other rulers of the three worlds, keeping an eye on the student council (which is mostly composed of meddlesome brothers that he cares for deeply), and the list goes on.

Oh, can’t forget the fact that he is required to marry and have someone to rule by his side. Yeah, that’s apparently an important one. He’s always realized his responsibility and has accepted all parts of his life as fact, but when you come down from the human world to participate in his program, his solid plans suddenly all come to a screeching halt.

It becomes clear to him that he can’t go and marry someone just for the sake of The Devildom. I mean, he’s been ruling The Devildom for most of his life just fine without someone else! He decided he wasn’t going to do it. He doesn’t want to marry anyone except for you and when he does, it’ll be because you two are ready for marriage, not because it’s his duty as prince.

His father didn’t like that though.

Despite Diavolo being the ruler of The Devildom, he is not yet the Demon King. That title still belongs to his father, who always has the final say. And in this case, his final say is that Diavolo cannot rule the kingdom on his own any longer.

Diavolo sees red when he hears this news.

It isn’t until his father decides to host a party to introduce him to possible suitors that Diavolo lies and says he’s already found someone to rule by his side. When asked who, Diavolo says your name, and, of course, his father wants to meet you right away.

The only thing is, Diavolo hasn’t told you of his true feelings, meaning you are oblivious to how he truly feels about you. His father cannot know of this though. So, with Diavolo on his knees before you, he begs you to pretend to be his lover. He promises that he’ll do whatever you ask of him, as long as you do him this favor.

Unbeknownst to Diavolo though, you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. So of course you agree to his plan.

Asmo helps you with your appearance, Satan teaches you some big words to use in front of the Demon King to impress him, Lucifer teaches you the proper mannerism to use in front of him, Mammon lets you wear his most expensive jewelry, Beel shows you the correct silverware to use during the dinner and in what order to eat it in, plus what to avoid, Levi gives you history facts about The Devildom and what the Demon King has done for it before Diavolo took over, and Belphie reminds you to flatter the Demon King as much as possible to please him. Barbatos, of course, goes over everything with you again to make sure your success is definite.

When you’re finally ready, Diavolo picks you up at six o’clock sharp to bring you back to his father’s mansion for dinner. He smiles when he sees you, though his smile shrinks a bit when he notices how stiff and nervous you are.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers to you when you reach him, gently taking a hold of your hand to kiss the back of it. His smile returns to its original state when you smile at him, your cheeks gaining heat to them at the compliment.

“Thank you. You look quite dapper yourself,” you reply softly, admiring him in his fancy suit. His smile turns into a grin, happy to hear that you like his suit. His tie is your favorite color and everything.

“Well, let’s get going,” he says as he leads you to the car and helps you get in. He talks to you about every and anything on the way there, trying to distract you and calm you down before you arrive. It works up until the car pulls up in front of his father’s mansion, your throat suddenly going dry. “You’ll do great,” he promises.

He helps you out just like how he had helped you in before assisting you up the grand steps. When you reach the door, he gives a single powerful knock before waiting. You two aren’t waiting long before the door is flying open and a small woman is standing there. “Good evening. Please come in,” she greets meekly, pulling the grand door open for you two to walk inside.

You two are then led to the dining room, where your chairs are pulled out for you two to sit. Within the next minute, the Demon King is walking in. “Welcome, welcome! I’m glad you two made it here okay!” he greets, surprising you with how chipper he seems. He takes a seat at the head of the grand table, your hands starting to shake a bit in his presence despite how friendly he seems. During Levi’s history lesson, he told you about all the scary things he’s done in his time.

As soon as he’s taken his seat, servants are flocking in with trays of drinks and appetizers. You all wait until they’re gone before beginning to eat. You stare down at your plate, trying to remember everything Beel and Lucifer taught you. Why are there three spoons and three forks? Surely you don’t need that many. You glance at Diavolo and pick up the same fork as him, taking a deep breath to help relax your nerves.

You glance at the Demon King to find that he looks satisfied with your silverware choice. Was this a test? You don’t have time to ponder it before he’s firing into questions about you. The first one being: “So, you’re...human?” How are you supposed to answer that? Of course you are, and he obviously knows this.

“Um, yes,” you stutter out, feeling your cheeks flush when you realize your mistake. “Yes, your highness!” He lets out a small hum, seeming to make a mental note of your mistake. From there, things seem to only get worse. It’s like you suddenly forgot how to speak like a normal person and things you’d never say are flying out of your mouth. You’re just trying to impress him and make him approve of you but you’re doing the exact opposite.

It isn’t until the end of dinner that he announces this.

“You know, son, I’m not sure this one is the best idea,” he starts, frowning at you as he gives you a once over. Before he can even continue though, Diavolo is standing up and glaring down at his father with a look of pure anger. You’ve never seen him so worked up before.

“I don’t care what you think about them! You told me to find someone to rule with and that’s what I’ve done. I love them and they will be by my side as I rule over The Devildom!” he announces, making your jaw drop as you stare up at him. You close your mouth and clench your jaw though when you remember what you’re here for. He doesn’t actually love you. He’s saying all of this to convince his father that he’s found someone who will rule with him.

You apparently tuned out of the conversation at the wrong time because the next thing you know, you’re being tugged up by Diavolo and his lips are finding yours. Your eyes go wide in shock despite your brain trying to yell at your body not to show any signs of surprise. It’s easier said than done though.

All too soon for your liking, Diavolo is pulling away from your lips. Something flashes in his eyes—hope or love maybe? Eh, who are you kidding—before he’s turning to look at his father again. “You see? I don’t want anyone else; I want them! They’re mine and I’m theirs!” he shouts at his father. Before he can reply to his son, Diavolo is dragging you out of the room and to the front of the house where the car is awaiting you both.

Diavolo is silent for a long time while you two drive back home, a heavy frown on his face and his knuckles white with how tight he’s clenching his fists. “I’m sorry for all of that,” he apologizes softly, bringing your eyes away from his hands to his face. He’s not looking at you though, simply staring out his window at the scenery passing him by.

“It’s okay. I understand. Barbatos informed me of your relationship with your father,” you say softly. They get along and all, but they more often than not end up in some sort of disagreement. It’s normally about how things are being done in The Devildom though.

He sighs and reaches over to take your hand in his, staring down at the small hand in his big one. “I hope you’ll still consider my proposal,” he says softly, making your brows furrow.

“What proposal?” you ask. His eyes finally meet yours and your heart skips a beat at how expressive his eyes are.

“To rule The Devildom with me, of course,” he replies like it’s obvious. Your brows shoot up to your hairline at this news though.

“What? I thought that was just something you were telling your father, so he wouldn’t force you to marry some rando,” you rush out, trying to wrap your mind around his words. There’s no way he actually wants you to rule The Devildom with him. You wouldn’t know the first thing about ruling over thousands of other people—er, demons.

His brows knit together at your response, his other hand moving to grab your free one. “(Y/n), I’m sorry. I...I should’ve said something sooner,” he whispers, staring down at your hands now. This only confuses you more though.

“Tell me what sooner?”

He’s silent for a long moment, trying to gather the right words he wants to say. “I love you. What I said back there, it’s true. I want you to be by my side and help me to run The Devildom. You have so many good ideas and suggestions, I just know you’ll make a wonderful leader.”

Now you’re just gaping at him like a fish.

“What? No. No, I...I can’t,” you mumble, pulling your hands out of his. He just pulls them right back to him though.

“You can’t? Can’t what? Be with me?” he asks softly, his voice sounding close to breaking, just like his heart.

“No! No, I...I want to be with you. I love you too. I just...I don’t know the first thing when it comes to ruling over demons, most of which want to eat me,” you reply, trying to sound playful and joking but failing, your words being too true and hitting too close to home.

That didn’t stop Diavolo from smashing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss though. “That doesn’t matter. None of it does as long as I get to be with you. I’ll even step down from being King for you,” he mumbles against your lips after you two pull back for air.

“No, don’t do that. These people need you just as much as I do. I’ll learn how to rule with time. Just stay by my side, okay?” you whisper back, pulling away from his face enough to look up into his eyes.

He smiles brighter than The Devildom’s moon as he nods his head rapidly. “I swear I will. I’ll help you every step of the way.” He seals his promise with another kiss...and then another...and then just one more to be sure.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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okay… okay, s, okay. my head is full of so many thoughts. so many thoughts about college!a/b/o!evanstan…

(and please don’t feel pressured to answer if you are busy with school i don’t wanna be a distraction!!)

- chris constantly being so horny when he and seb first get together that seb just straight up telling chris that he is willing to be a human fleshlight for him

- chris taking seb up on the offer

- seb being fucked within an inch of his life every time that their schedules line up

- chris saying that he has to kiss seb’s hole better because it just stays wet and a little puffy from constantly being used

- seb becoming a blow-job queen, he can literally get chris off in 45 seconds but chris would never admit to that… seriously, that thing he does where he tongues chris’ slit makes him see stars, what the fuck else is he supposed to do??

- chris’ ruts and seb’s heats start to sync up

- after nights of particularly rough sex, seb will have to shift in his seat in class because his ass is so sore

- chris starting to grow facial hair because he wants to look more “grown up”

- seb teasing chris about the facial hair but actually loving it because of the beard burn he gets while chris eats him out

- cock warming while they’re “studying”, but they actually get nothing done

- scenting each other, kissing and sucking on each other’s scent glands after particularly difficult days

- cuddling. so much cuddling.

- what used to be seb’s part of the dorm is now perpetually a nest

- being tangled up in each other constantly

- seb becoming more comfortable in his sexuality and more open to exploring kink

- seb himself becoming insatiable, no thanks to chris

- love. so much love, they’re both so tender 😭😭

evanstan omegaverse au origin here and continued here

Yes yes yes haha, I love that we've infected so many people with them lol! I would love to fully, fully respond to this but, yeah, you're right I'm busy unfortunately. Not that this isn't great!

- That first point 👀

- I can just see Chris, baby alpha Chris, a little distressed by how fucking intense his need for Seb is and how much he constantly wants the omega. I mean... he is a college student. Peak libido time lol. Chris then confesses these urges to Sebastian, thinking it might help or he might feel the same way only for Sebastian to shyly offer, "why don't you then, alpha?" Exposing his throat to the other man just to show him how much he's okay with being used like that...

- YES of course. It's what he deserves 😤

- I would have to say... after the first time of being rimmed... I don't think Seb would mind having his poor hole kissed better regularly.

- Y E S , all that practice with blow jobs and Seb's oral fixation meeting in the middle? Oh boy, that spells danger for Christopher.

- They do! And it is incredible for them. Each their first times having their cycles fully sated because they have a partner to match them 😏

- Mmm, yeah, I bet he does. Both Seb and Chris have dark circles under their eyes and keep glancing at each other and Sebastian is shifting in his seat and Anthony in class with them, hissing at them low enough that the Prof can't here, threatening to fucking walk out of the motherfucking class if they don't quit. Now is not the time.

- Aw, I actually really like that. Chris wants to not get mistaken for an overgrown high schooler with his baby face and pouty lips and so he's like, eh, a beard should fix that. Sebastian plops himself in his lap, sideways, scratching his jaw and chin with his blunt nails more and more when it starts to come in, purring about how handsome he looks or, yeah, teasing him about it.

- BEARD B U R N Sebastian practically has a kink by the end of the term ;)

- Cock 👏 warming 👏 while 👏 they're 👏 studying 👏

- Yes yes yes, all the scenting possible. Always. Its annoying to everyone else, they always just smell like the other person, not like themselves lol

- C u d d l i n g , and precisely~

- Their dorm room is practically one big nest. Aw. Puppy love at its finest.

- "being tangled up in each other constantly" HEART 👏 EYES 👏

- Oh, yes, please. I love some kinky exploration for sure.

- Haha, yeah, Chris is often like [affectionately] what monster have I made? Toward Seb because he wants it all the time and he is shameless in breaking out the puppy dog eyes as he begs for his cock, sliding onto his knees, kissing Chris' own knee as he claims his mouth feels empty, too empty, and he misses his knot. He wants it inside him. Soon, pleeease!

- And of course,

Love.

Thanks for the ask, sweetheart!

#asks #besides the point here but I just realized how much evanstan/rpf I've been doing... lowkey kinda miss stucky y’know? but its all good #i love and cherish the asks i do get #and it makes me sad that i cant write long stories for all of them #anyway #chris evans #steve rogers #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #omegaverse #omegs sebastian #alpha chris #fic #fandomfluffandfuck

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Teenager MC 5: Little Misfortune (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, platonic.

Warning: Contains spoilers from Little Misfortune!

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I am in love with your teenager MC series for obey me. I wanted to ask if you can make one with everybody where MC gets turn into a cute child, however, she acts like the little girl from the game Little Misfortune. I can’t help but wonder their thoughts and reaction to this. Especially if the MC talks about Mr.Voice. 😂 I hope life is treating you well😊❤️🙏😘🤗

A/N: ANON, I love Little Misfortune! This is such a cute request!! TY for sending this in. ❤️ Life is treating me as usual, but I am hoping 2021 is better! 😊 Hope things are going well with you~.

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Lucifer

His immediate reaction when you called out to him: since when did a child start living in the House of Lamentation?

The Avatar of Pride was alarmed to see a mini version of you. His thought after seeing you: someone is trying to play a prank. MAMMOOON

"Luci, Mr. Voice told me I am going to die today and asked me to play a game. He says if I win, I can get eternal happiness."

Your words didn't sit well with him as he started to question you about this, Mr. Voice. Lucifer assumed that Mr. Voice was a demon attempting to play tricks with your mind.

Has this happened before in Devildom? No. Do strange unexplained things happen in Devildom? YES.

He didn't want to take a chance, especially considering what the disembodied voice said about your death.

"Why exactly do you wish to find eternal happiness? Are you unhappy here?"

"No, I want to find eternal happiness and give it to Luci."

Lucifer found your unexpected response endearing. But, he warned you to ignore Mr. Voice.

While you ran around his study curiously examining everything, Luci worked to find a way to reverse the spell.

In no time, you were back to your teen self.

"Thank you for thinking of me," Lucifer touched your cheek and kissed the top of your head, "but if you find eternal happiness, then you should keep it for yourself. You deserve it."

Mammon

His immediate reaction: one of his witch "friends" was getting back at him for something.

"Mammon, Mr. Voice asked me if I want to play a game with him. What should I do?"

The Avatar of Greed was confused and questioned you about Mr. Voice. Mammon looked around the room and scratched his head. "You didn't eat anything funny, did you?"

Then, you told him about your death and finding eternal happiness. "I want eternal happiness for Mammon...give him all the money in the world!"

Even though you said the magic word money, all Mammon heard was I am going to die today.

He dropped to his knees and embraced you tightly. "I don't want any money if it means losing you."

Mammon was upset. He didn't want to lose you, and he wasn't going to spare the person responsible for doing this to you.

Until he found the person, though, Mammon told you to ignore Mr. Voice.

He stayed with you 24/7 until you got back to normal, and even after that, Mammon made sure that no demon messed with you, especially not Mr. Voice.

Asmo

You entered his room while throwing glitter in the air. "A little sparkle for you, a little sparkle for you, and a little sparkle for me!"

"Sweetie? You look so adorable!" Asmo scooped you in his arms and embraced you close. "But, did someone cast a spell on you?"

Instead of answering his question, you said, "Mr. Voice, don’t say that about Asmo. I like him, his pretty eyes, his hair, his smile, and his clothes."

Asmo looked around confused and asked you who you were talking to. When you explained to him, Asmo wasn't sure how to react, but something told him that Mr. Voice was most likely a demon trying to mess with you.

"Mr. Voice asked me to play a game with him."

Asmo shook his head. "Forget about Mr. Voice and play dress up with me instead!"

While you were busy raid through Asmo's makeup, he contacted Solomon and told him about the situation.

"Btw, Solomon, no need to rush. Sweetie looks so cute, and I want to spend more time with her mini version."

Satan

His immediate reaction: how adorable.

Satan thought that you touched a cursed spell book and got turned into a child.

He doesn't think much of it until you mentioned Mr. Voice and said, "Mr. Voice says I shouldn't trust you. You may get angry and hurt me."

Satan was upset, but he asked you about Mr. Voice. Not wasting any time, the Avatar of Wrath threatened Mr. Voice and asked him to leave you alone.

He now thought that a demon was trying to play tricks on you.

While you read one of his picture books, he tried to find a spell to cure you.

Once you are back to normal, he asked, "Are you scared of me? You know I won't hurt you, right?"

After you leave, Satan went on a hunt for Mr. Voice. Let's just say that Morgo is not going to bother anyone again, especially not you.

Levi

His immediate reaction: you look cute, but... first we had to take care of a teen, and now we have to take care of a child. Could the universe make things any harder? Yes, of course, it can.

Levi sat you in a spare chair and let you watch him play video games, but then he heard you talking to Mr. Voice.

"Mr. Voice?" Levi thought that name sounded familiar, and when you told him in detail, he had a déjà vu moment.

"EH? You can hear a voice that is trying to tell you to play a game for eternal happiness? Don't tell me that he also said you were going to die today!"

"Levi, how did you know? Can you read my mind? Yikes forever!"

Great, the universe wanted to make things even harder for him. Now he will have to leave his room and be your Benjamin. Maybe he should wear his fox onesie while he's at it.

So, a fox-onesie-clad Levi ended up rescuing you from Morgo's clutch and found a way to get you back to normal.

Beel

Beel thought you were the cutest being in the universe, and he immediately put you on his shoulders, carrying you around everywhere.

He took you out for food and all sorts of desserts, but then you mentioned Morgo. "Beel, Mr. Voice says that eating this much is bad for me. You are a bad influence."

He was far from happy hearing this. How could anyone say that eating was bad for you? How dare someone say that eating is bad!

After getting you back home safely and leaving you under Lucifer’s care, the Avatar of Gluttony went on a hunt to find Mr. Voice.

And when he did, Beel nearly ate Morgo whole.

Moral of the story: don’t tell the...THE Avatar of Gluttony that eating is bad.

Belphie

Huh? Mr. Voice? Eternal happiness? What is she talking about?

Belphie didn't react as his mind was occupied with something else: small child + needing to sleep + Belphie nap time = cuddle partner. So, instead of working about Mr. Voice, Belphie asked you to take a nap with him.

"Belphie, Mr. Voice won't let me sleep..."

"Ignore him and only pay attention to me." He even hummed you a tune to get you to fall asleep.

By the time nap time was over, you were back to your original self.

Belphie asked if you could still hear Mr. Voice. If you could, he knew he was going to have to do something.

"Who is Mr. Voice?"

The Avatar of Sloth chuckled, "You need to sleep more. Sleep makes everything better."

Diavolo

He has no idea how a human child managed to enter Devildom. Only when he paid close attention to your face did he realize who you were.

Diavolo found you to be irresistibly adorable. He was all smiles until you suddenly said, "But Mr. Voice, I like Diavolo! He's not a bad guy."

The King of Demons was baffled until you told him about Mr. Voice's game.

"How about I join you? We can go on an adventure together." He joined in the hunt for eternal happiness without any worries in the world.

"Mr. Voice, are you curious about him? Diav is my friend! He is also the King of Demons and the ruler of Devildom."

Diavolo smiled and remained silent.

"Huh? Mr. Voice? Where did you go? Mr. Voice?"

Diavolo laughed, finding this amusing. Once the two of you returned to the castle, he asked Barbatos to watch over you.

The King of Demons appeared behind Morgo and chuckled menacingly, "So, you were trying to take her soul, huh?"

That day Morgo realized the meaning of true fear.

Barbatos

He was stunned to see you as a child but found your mini version to be cute.

"Barb, are you making dessert? Can I have some?"

While the demon butler prepared your dessert, he heard you talking to yourself. Your actions don't alarm him as kids are known to have imaginary friends.

"Mr. Voice, am I really going to die today?"

That line was enough to alert Barbatos. After making the dessert and watching you eat it, he found a way to get you back to normal.

He pressed you about Mr. Voice, but you told him that you didn't know anyone by the name of Mr. Voice.

When Barbatos researched Morgo, he found something very amusing. "A demon posing as the devil? How interesting..."

Simeon

His immediate reaction: My god, you look precious.

Simeon couldn't get enough of your mini version, but something bothered him. It almost left like there was a dark presence around you. Was someone trying to harm you?

"Oh really? But, Mr. Voice, I like angels, especially Simeon!"

"Mr. Voice?" Hearing you say that made Simeon feel even more uneasy. When he learned about the disembodied voice, Simeon turned on his guardian angel mode.

He held your hands and prayed to the heavens, asking the heavenly powers to protect you.

Before Morgo vanished, he appeared behind you, catching Simeon off guard.

After asking Solomon to help lift the curse and making sure that you were back to normal, Simeon went to talk to Diavolo and Lucifer.

The King of Demons and Luci were supposed to protect you, especially from demons. Let's just say that both Diav and Luci were speechless after getting lectured by Simeon.

Luke

Luke panicked when he saw you, but at the same time, he was secretly happy that there was someone shorter than him.

He started acting like your big brother and became your personal bodyguard; he took you everywhere he went and made sure to hold onto your hand.

When you told him about Mr. Voice, the angel immediately informed Simeon about it.

While the older angel worked with Solomon to figure out the mystery of Morgo while you bonded with Luke.

When Solomon and Simeon returned, they found you and Luke cuddled on the couch fast asleep. You with your head on his shoulder while his head rested on top of yours.

"Why don't we let her stay this way for a little while longer?" Simeon smiled.

Solomon

As soon as you appeared in front of Solomon, he knew he had to find a cure. But the sorcerer was curious about the curse inflicted on you.

How did you get this curse and who is responsible? Also, why are you shrouded in darkness?

He didn't waste any time and started looking for a way to lift the spell, but he was distracted by your tiny version. Your fun-size self + throwing sparkles everywhere + twirling around = too cute to resist.

Oh, he was going to have fun teasing you about this when you get back to your teen self.

Then, he heard you talking to Mr. Voice and figured that a demon was trying to trick you.

"A demon that can trick people and lure them? I wonder if the demon would make a pact with me." Cause 72 demons just isn’t enough.

After getting you back to your teen self, Solomon thought his job for the day was done. Then, he looked around his room - his glitter-covered room.

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