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RASPBERRY - CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: the apparent end of an era

cw: implication of infant death, canon typical violence and canon major character death (if that’s how you read it), unnecessary oc children (mention of pregnancy), reader’s in lucy grays place (chosen to be in the games and etc. not as a substitute for coryo) but if she went back to capitol with him, old man snow loses his marbles, open to interpretation ending, canon typical district citizens slander (and katniss slander but it’s snow’s pov), og timeline reader in this story died in between thg and catching fire, treating this as dark content due to vagueness regarding how willing the reader is

wc: 1.3k

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“Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me.”

- Work Song // Hozier

Caecilia Snow can hardly stomach what she is about to witness. Her oldest sister, Iovita, stands stoned faced behind her. One of her svelte hands clasped around her left shoulder. A mask, she’s sure. Vita always did have troubles with expressing her emotions. The middle sister, Agrippina, is a complicated mix of both. Her hand is warmer on Caecilia’s right shoulder, but the blisters make it uncomfortable. Cato, the steadfast and tough oldest son, does not look at all. One can only wonder how he felt about that tribute from two, poor souls. Little Ignacius (she will always see him as such even though he's grown a head taller than her) brow is furrowed so terribly, she fears it might get stuck.

And strange Silvanus, the second son, he isn’t even on the balcony with his beloved siblings. Perhaps he is lost in his thoughts again. He wonders now if when his father smells the wood of the gallows, he thinks of a forest out in twelve that he haunted decades ago. The handkercheif he uses to hastily wipe his tears before he can gather the courage to join his family possess drops of blood every time he pulls it away. From his nose or drug up from his lungs, who can say? The wall outside the library his father had made especially for their mother on their wedding anniversary takes several blows from his aching clenched fist. So much blood, like father like son. Silvanus feels comforted by the persistent thought.

Ignacius eyes his brother with open concern as he saunters into view beside him. He barely manages to hide his wobble and his rush to stuff a stained cloth into his pocket does nothing to ease Ignacius’s worries. Silvanus has been one of the more sensitive ones in their parade, though that has never meant that he has not fought for his family. It is because of that that when Silvanus relents to the beseeching stare of his younger brother, Ignacius nods with utmost determination. The second son softens minutely and eventually returns it.

“Snow lands on top.” Six voices whisper in chorus.

Somewhere in an alabaster mausoleum, resides an ornate urn containing what would have been a seventh voice.

At the end of it all, President Coriolanus Snow smiles and he laughs with his entire chest like you’ve told him your funniest joke. Blood pours from his mouth like hot wax. His forked tongue doggy paddles in the little sea of crimson. A weathered hand with hard to spot cracks in the skin and light purple spots clasps itself firmly around the rose pinned to his suit. The wind seems to circle around Coriolanus Snow and he heaves a hearty chuckle when it ruffles through his hair. You’re with him even now as the foundations of your dynasty crumble and scatter over a stormy cliffside. A most welcomed and yearned for torment. His dearest specter.

Finally.

It seems even a Mockingjay’s tiny brain can manage.

It brings to mind the memory of another unfortunate like her. An Angel of Death from 11, tall and hunkered over. A flag being ripped from its rightful place and being pulled over rotting corpses. They were laid so closely together, they might as well have been a pack of sardines. There was ample meaning in his rustic burial, and there were snakes that suffocated it in their multicolored den. A precious rainbow after a great flood.

He’s not the only boy she reminds him of, but he’s unable to recall the second one’s name. A ghost that hovers on the edge of his mind.

Nevermind how useless her brief moment of assumed triumph will be. The games may be locked in a box in the minds of Panem and shoved away so they can be blissfully ignorant, but there will always be those in favor of them. What they represent will remain just as their purpose will prove itself once again when the people are governed by the rabid cannibals that ate them. Dogs can’t be trusted to be left to their own devices and off their leashes. Such deranged creatures were far better suited for being submerged in the violence of their own making.

Panem today. Panem tomorrow. Panem forever.

The soft dulcet tones of silenced voices ring out, something he once knew about a man who murdered three. The white fog fades away and Coriolanus wakes with a muffled shout to find himself in a raggedy bunk in an all too familiar building. his hands tremble but they look no different. with a disbelieving laugh he realizes that nothing has changed yet, that he has been rewarded for decades of dedication and devotion to Panem. That his herculean task others once thought of as sisyphean had been irrevocably realized.

3 daughters, 3 sons. Countless grandchildren. A legacy that will no doubt be remembered no matter the connotations associated with it.

Coryo’s heart is thundering like it did back then on that fateful day, and it does not slow by the time he’s shoved his things into a sack and hidden in the back of a truck. He could sway from the dizziness of deja vu. The truck soon comes to a stop and he clamors out of it, jumping out and racing however many yards he has to until he can spot his heart doing a terrible job of hiding behind a pillar. Anyone with a working set of eyes could discern the scarlet edges of your skirt swishing from side to side. They would have an unchallenging time seeing you suppress the urge to pick at the skin around your nails.

For the first time in over a year, Coriolanus Snow is utterly consumed by the urge to burst into tears. His beautiful beautiful dryad. The blood red dress he had ran himself ragged to buy clung to you like a lover as you twirled around nervously looking for him. Never in his life had a decision been so easy, so with a grateful chuckle and an embarrassingly giddy grin he bounds over to you. The light splintered through the trees nearby, the way it raked through your eyes and made them sparkle brought him fantastic grief. To him, they have never once lost that illustrious shine.

“I thought you’d never show up, Coryo. I was startin’ to worry a bit.”

Your hand feels like a delicious brand when it slips into his, impossibly soft and his cock throbs in his pants at the countless memories it elicits. In an apparent recreation of Pygmalion gazing upon the stone turned flesh form of Galatea, his love spills from him like a reopened wound. his Aphrodite on earth, his goddess with a never-ending number of rose petals in her hair.

“Not even a bullet in my back could keep me from you, dove.”

A garter snake slithers by between the two of you and before you can notice, Coryo swiftly crushes its head under the heel of his boot. The forest is blessedly silent. His world is kept from cleaving in two by the invisible string you’ve looped around his neck.

The putrid smell of the woods around you forces you to attempt to hide yourself gagging behind your hand. His lips twitch but he suppresses the urge to smile in that smug but infuriatingly hot way he knows you secretly love.

You’d better make quick work of getting over the mountains, you’re pregnant after all.

a/n: I’m sick and on bed rest (the cold is kicking my immune system’s ass) so wip progress has stopped but I had this in the drafts. call me Suzanne Collins because I tried with the naming symbolism. Please reblog if you liked it and yell at me about him if you want <3

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anonzentimes · 14 days

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Hi Zen! This might be another difficult question for you to answer, but I'd like to ask: Which official artwork of Nagito do you like the most?

Even in the official art, he looks different sometimes, doesn't he? I am still confused as to what color his eyes are. (In a lot of fanfic they are described as gray, but in some art they are clearly blue).

I would like to know which of the official artwork, whether in games, anime or manga, is your favorite.

Whoa!! that Is a difficult question! I'll try to answer it though haha!

I have a lot of them I like but choosing one is pretty difficult... so I'll just start this answer off with a discussion on the inconsistencies statement! I believe Nagito's eyes are definitely gray, at some points it maybe hard to tell but they're definitely gray! There are a few anime moments where his eyes feel green, some promotional material straight up changes it to green, and a small amount spin off art may change it to something that can be interpreted as blue, but for the most part they are absolutely gray.

I think the only actual very small change he undergoes is his color tips? His hair always has a gradient but the colors used for it are a little inconsistent sometimes. In Danganronpa 3 they're red and occasionally purple so it's a little weird haha! Sometimes he's not drawn with his gradient at all, a slight gradient with the same color, a red gradient, or a purple gradient so it's pretty confusing. His gradient also changes with how prominent it is depending on the art if there even is one. He's drawn most often with red subtle tips though so I think that was the intention. You could probably chalk it up to lighting if you wanted Lol.

While I do love a lot of his sprites I think some of them are pretty restrictive and lack all of the emotions we know he's able to show because he does in other appearances. This is why I really like when the Mangas allow him to be very expressive beyond what his sprites can convey! I think his sprites can really excel with some expressions but falls flat with others.

Rambles about his sprites in Dr2 and his slight inconsistencies aside, a lot of his art is great! (I'm very biased) but I do have some strong opinions, positively and negatively, on quite a few of them. The main thing is that I don't know if I actually have a favorite??? It's a really difficult question.

But I do want to highlight these three dr2 cgs I really like! He isn't fully 100% consistent here but I really like them. I know a lot of people think Nagito's showing Junko's arm art looks bad but I honestly like it. Nagito about to play Russian Roulette is such an awesome moment too! The one where he has the fire behind him is not only really cool, but also a really good in game shot of most of his body from a different angle!

I truly, again, love his manga art! His specific spin off's manga has a lot of really amazing, interesting, and fun visuals! Even if I'm not really fond of the anatomy the artist uses it's still really good stuff. The Danganronpa 2 spin off mangas have really good anatomy and expressions he looks sooo good there I'm in love with it.

While I'm at it I also want to highlight his reference sheet, it's clearly consistent because that's the job of a reference and I think his expression is pretty cute here. I don't really see people talk about it so I just wanted to also bring it up Lol.

For the most part I've really struggled to directly answer your question because he has a lot of different interpretations, art, and appearances that all mix together into one mental image or understanding of what he looks like for me. I really love most all of his art so it's hard to say. Nagito has a lot of different tones in his art as well, from his crazed ramblings to happy expressions, he has so many tonally different art pieces because he excels at being sweet and intimidating. This makes it even more difficult!

In conclusion, I don't believe I can come up with an absolute answer for you unfortunately. Regardless though, I definitely learned from this that I have strong opinions on all of his art. I hope you enjoyed my appreciation for some of his art and small talk about mild inconsistencies of his haha!!

Apologies this took so long and Thank you for your ask <3

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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A(way) F(rom) K(eyboard)

Chubby!Thor x plus size reader

Thor needs help defeating his arch nemesis Noobmaster69 and he knows just the person to ask.

Warnings: implied smut, nudity, friends to lovers, violence against a controller, takes place after blip

WC: 1.2k

Minors DNI

“By Odin’s beard!” Thor thundered, throwing his controller at the cabin wall, immediately smashing it to pieces. “Woah man. I didn’t think that was necessary.” The god snarled at Korg who was innocently perched on the ratty recliner in the corner of the room, completely surrounded by empty beer cans, his own small gameboy in his crystal hands.

“It’s this-“ Thor squinted at the large TV screen, bending over his spread thighs as he did so. “-Noobmaster69! They have killed me countless times already! They must be cheating, there is no possible way that I can be bested yet again.” He grumbled before picking up a half drunk beer and throwing it back, ignoring the stale taste. Yanking his gray hoodie down over his protruding belly, he glared at the screen which still displayed evidence of his defeat.

“Well you know, we might need some help. But no one here plays any sort of video game.” Meek gave a purr of approval to the idea, poking his head out from the pile of laundry he was buried under, a sock sticking to his purple skin. The soft music from the game echoed through the room.

Suddenly, Thor shot up out of the couch, dislodging the takeout containers that surrounded him. “I know!” And he was out the door, barely stopping in time to slip on his crocs.

——————

The house was at the edge of New Asgard. It was a small cottage surrounded by a field of wildflowers that seemed a veritable rainbow of colours. The 6 '5 god stumbled up the cobblestone path and threw open the door, knowing the cabin’s inhabitant wouldn’t mind him barging in.

“Y/N! I am in need of your assistance!” He shouted into the quiet of the house as he flicked off his shoes, not wanting to get mud on her floors. “I’m in the bedroom!” Her melodic voice called back from the back of the building where her small bedroom was and he took off in that direction, absentmindedly running a hand over his hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

The former Avenger had moved with him to Norway to help him and Brunnhilde establish the new town. Her tech savvy nature had made her the definitive I.T. department for the whole population and now Thor was in dire need of that.

“That brainless fool has defeated me again and I- you’re not wearing any clothes.” As Thor walked into the bedroom, he froze, jaw dropping open, his different coloured eyes widening. Y/N’s body was completely naked, her glorious curves practically glowing against the midday sunlight streaming into the bedroom.

“Yes, that’s what happens when you get out of the shower. What did you need help with?” She asked nonchalantly, gracefully walking over to her dresser, making no attempt to cover up. Thor watched the way her plump ass bounced as she moved. Then he caught himself and immediately shifted his gaze to the ceiling, hands coming to rest in front of him, hyper aware of how he was reacting to his best friend’s body.

“You’re um you’re naked.” Y/N chuckled, shuffling through the top drawer. “Yes we’ve been over that. Why do you need help?” The god shuffled nervously, clearing his throat. He could feel his cock hardening beneath his sweatpants the longer he stood so close to this stunningly plump woman that he had been crushing on for years.

“I’ve totally forgotten why I’m here. It is hard to think when you do not have any clothes on.” “I didn’t think seeing someone naked would phase you.” She teased, spinning back around on her heel to lean against the bureau, resting her weight on her hands behind her, pushing her considerable bust forward.

Thor’s eyes dropped briefly to her body, drinking in her soft flesh before he scolded himself and looked away once more. “Yes but it’s you.” “Oh?” A wave of panic shot through him at what he interpreted as an offended tone. “Not like that! I mean you’re absolutely gorgeous! Wait I mean no you’re not! No you are! I just didn’t mean to say that. You’re beautiful and you have really nice-“ He held his hands in front of his chest, miming a pair of breasts.

“But you’re also smart! So smart! And nice. And- I’m getting off topic. What was I talking about?” “My tits.” Y/N replied. Thor’s face went beat red and he swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. “My lady, I don't know if this is an appropriate topic of discussion.”

“Oh really?” She purred, slipping across the room to stand before the king, resting her hands on his strong pecs, feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath her palms as she pressed her soft stomach into his own. “Why’s that my king?” Thor’s breath hitched at the title. With slightly shaky hands, he tentatively cupped her wide hips, leaving his hands relaxed as if waiting for her to reject him. Y/N smiled up at the god, moving her touch up to his neck.

“I don’t think friends should talk about other friends’…” “Tits.” “Yes that. One should not talk about their friends’ things.” She hummed like she was thinking for a moment, then buried her fingers in Thor’s long hair, yanking his face down to her eye level. “Well then, it’s a good thing we aren’t friends.” “We’re not?” Thor sounded genuinely confused and hurt but Y/N continued. “We’re not about to be.”

She surged forward and their lips met in a passionate kiss, which he immediately melted into. Her lips tasted like chamomile tea and honey as he pulled her closer to him by her hips, needing every part of her body to be pressed his own. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip inside, deepening the kiss even further.

When her nails dug into his scalp, he finally released her but kept their faces close, the tips of their noses brushing together. “See, friends don’t kiss like that.” She murmured, not wanting to break the atmosphere that the room had been plunged into. Thor’s mouth turned up in a beautiful smile. “I suppose not. And I suppose that friends do not take other friends to bed to ravish them?” He smirked as her e/c eyes grew darker with lust.

“No they don’t.” She said breathily. “Good because if we are not friends anymore, then that is exactly what I intend to do.” And so without any warning, the god of thunder picked up the smaller woman and threw her down onto her bed. “Prepare yourself my queen for I intend to ruin you.”

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seagull-scribbles · 1 year

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Lie Awake

A TMNT 2012 Casey and Raph ficlet [AO3]

word count: 1,191

just a small drabble focusing on Casey and his view of their relationship. I didn't write this as a ship fic, but I do ship them so you can interpret it as platonic or romantic

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. He wears every cut, bruise and mark like a medal, a badge of honour for a hockey game well played or a fight well fought. He hates when neighbours or the school populace look at him with pity in their eyes and sympathy coating their words like sponge covering a toddlers playroom or bubble wrap suffocating a porcelain doll.

So what if he doesn't have a mom anymore? Who cares about his deadbeat dad? Casey is keeping his promise and at almost 17 is protecting and looking after his sister, the best player on a hockey team within the region and a vigilante the purple dragons will write legends about. He is strong and brave. He bounces back from anything with a witty comment and a toothy grin. Missing incisors be damned.

So why is this different? Strong, calloused, leathery hands gently graze over fragile skin. Instead of the usual burn of anger such caution would ignite, Casey Jones feels a sense of calm and his breath almost gets caught in his throat. Almost. Arms he has seen tear robots to shreds, dislocate joints from vigilantes, break monstrous jaws are now delicately tracing over his pale soft surface, well- it should be pale but the current complection is primarily a mixture of injuries, marks and dirt. Purple, blue, green, yellow, pinks, reds- any colour besides a natural skin tone coats his body like a vandalised back alley wall.

The hand stops moving and instead a comforting weight is placed across Casey's chest and torso. The weight he has seen choke and crush wrong-dooers, crack brick walls and dent spaceship walls now comfortably rests along his side like a weighted blanket, the arm across his middle.

Awareness of his current location comes back. Why's the ceiling looking blurry suddenly? Casey realises his eyes are starting to water. These can't be tears of frustration though? Maybe these are not new tears but the remnants of the storm that leaked from those eyes earlier this evening, in the privacy of these four walls as his own inner walls crumbled in Front of his current companion. No mask or face paint or armour, no facade of cokyness and happiness. His emotions are raw and his mind is still screaming at him, maybe that's why he hadn't noticed the burning eyes. These tears can't be new. Definitely not! He's happy and safe now, why would they be? He is brought from his thoughts as a hard smooth surface buts the bottom of his jaw, sending a short vibration of pain through his skull.

"'Ya sure this is alright?" A gruff voice nervously whispers.

"Yeah, 's fine" he mumbles back before finally looking down at the friend pressed against him. His own voice sounds raspy and sore. Perfect.

Raph has put his head back down on the pillow, his beak fitting like a jigsaw puzzle in the gap above Casey's shoulder. The bolt he'd felt had been from Ralph bucking his head to hit his jaw with the top curve of his beak. It hurt a little but he isn't fragile. Raph knows that. All he can feel now is that comforting weight on his side. He's focusing on it. Raph certainly wasn't scared to touch him. Why else would he hit him to gain his attention?

Soft cold breath gently brushes against Casey's neck in delicate puffs.

"I can sleep on the floor y'know?" tiredly drifts out of the terrapin creatures mouth "This bed ain't exactly made for two"

"Nah it's your room, I'm the intruder"

"Hmm" Raph lazily hums and slightly squeezes his ribs, getting comfortable in his squashed position on the edge of the bed "a warm one".

Casey sits there in silence for a bit, his friend drifting off to sleep. The overwhelming smell of sweat and blood and the sewers clogging his nose. Raphael is the only person Casey talks to about his home life, the only one he talks about his troubles too. He knows Raph instils that same comfort and confidence in him as he tells the lanky teen his own insecurities and secrets.

Tender moments like these however? They usually proceed fights. Fights they start coated in darkness or just heated spars between friends who are shouting and blowing off steam. They'd collapse with exhaustion on some random rooftop and through jagged breaths become vulnerable, no eye contact, maybe a squeeze of the hand or a punch in the side to let the other one know they're there. Kind, soft and comforting pain. Like the kind you get from laughing too hard or playing a game. It is strange to think they are now squashed and laid across each other, even if the reptile insists the body warmth was an exciting upgrade to his sleeping arrangement.

Casey was kicked out tonight after a particularly bad fight at home, he limped his way to his usual meeting spot and a few texts later Raph was on his way. He's going to be staying here with his friend, just tonight... he'll go home tomorrow. No one else in the sewer family needs to know why, Raph will come up with a lame excuse to torment him with. The thought makes him smile a little. Raph is the epitome of masculinity. Testosterone coats his existence like a second shell. He's violent and abrasive and yet here he is, not throwing punches, but still being gentle. His body weight is not entirely on top of the teen, but it is there along his right side nonetheless. He wasn't repulsed by Casey and he hadn't tried sugar coating anything all night. When he 'picked him up' he'd joked at Casey's expense and made the boy laugh. Casey wasn't too sure how Raph managed to create such a strong positive moment up on that rooftop in those circumstances. But none of the Hamato clan followed logic by nature so maybe that is not so surprising.

Casey isn't sure why this isn't affecting him the way it usually does. He feels calm and safe, even stripped down to his boxers and pressed into an old smelly matrice and cold metal wall.

Maybe it's because he keeps reminding himself that Raph doesn't see the squishy, thin human as delicate. He knows the turtle enough to know he considers Casey a great enough fighter to stand amongst his brothers, without any formal training or skill.

Maybe that's why this tender moment is nice? Raph isn't scared Casey will break, he wouldn't touch him if he thought he'd be hurt. Raph wouldn't joke with him and invite him here like this. The ninja had seen the boy break earlier, as he broke down and sobbed on the bed when they first arrived at the decorated subway car. The weight against him now is heavy, not crushing. It's grounding him.

Why is being treated tenderly so nice right now? Maybe that's the kind of privilege having a best friend creates? He doesn't remember his childhood friend creating such a welcoming environment before though.

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. Raph doesn't, even now.

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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How about when Jungkook gets a cold & is super clingy/needy so tae takes care of him and then tae ends up sick too🥺

Oooh, I haven't written just basic cold symptoms in FOREVER!! And a sickie swap trope. Two classics that I haven't written in such a long time. I really enjoyed writing this. Thanks so much for the request. Gotta love clingy Taekook.

This is my first published attempt at writing phonetic snz content and congestion dialogue. I'm not super confident in that. If anyone has any feedback on how to improve, please let me know. I'd love to confidently write more snz content.

Pairing: Taekook - platonic intentions but open interpretation

Words: 2984

Warnings: Illness || Graphic Descriptions of Cold Symptoms || Snz content || Congestion || Snot || Mentions of Burns || Sick Members

Taehyung swears he went to bed alone last night. For the first time in a while, he slept in his own bed in his shared room with Namjoon, snuggling only pillows. So he’s confused when he wakes up and there’s the pressure of another whole human resting on his chest. He knows he can be a heavy sleeper, but he likes to think he would wake up if someone literally climbs on top of him.

He pulls the blanket back to reveal the culprit and sees long strands of bright purple hair splayed across his chest. He chuckles and rubs a hand up and down the maknae’s back. “Jungkookie, when did you get here?” He asks the sleeping vocalist.

Namjoon answers for him, “He stumbled in around 4 in the morning. Said he wasn’t feeling well and climbed into your bed.” He’s already up and dressed, just collecting what he needs for the day.

“What do you mean not feeling well? He was fine last night?” He knows because they were up playing video games until 1 AM, “And you just let him in my bed? Now I’m going to get sick.” Taehyung sounds offended. As much as he loves cuddling with his only dongsaeng, he really doesn’t want to get sick.

“What did you expect me to do? Turn him away? Send poor, sick, half-asleep Jungkook-ie back to his empty room.” Namjoon counters. They both know how hard it is to say no to Jungkook. Especially when he’s showing any signs of vulnerability.

“You could have let him sleep with you?” Taehyung offers an alternative, even though it’s already too late. Jungkook’s germs are probably already making their way into Taehyung’s body. His immune system will never be able to fight them off. If the germs are strong enough to take Jungkook out, anyone he comes in contact with is doomed. Jungkook germs are nearly as strong as Jungkook himself. The dorm doesn’t stand a chance.

“Hell no, I don’t want to get sick.” Namjoon laughs at the scowl on Taehyung’s morning face. It’s not intimidating with his eyes still puffy from sleep and his hair sticking up in every direction.

“You’re gonna get sick anyway.” Taehyung is not amused by the leader's reluctance, “If it starts with Jungkook, it spreads through the dorm like wildfire.”

“Well, I’m going to put it off as long as I can.” Namjoon replies. He can tell Taehyung’s unhappy with him, so he’s quick to further defend himself, “Besides, he walked right over to you. He wanted you. And you know-”

“Yeah. I know, I know. What Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. I remember.” Taehyung finishes Namjoon’s thought with a dramatic eye roll. It’s a common mantra used around the dorms. They really do spoil their youngest rotten, even at 23.

Namjoon nods, “I already talked with the managers. They know the situation and are willing to accommodate. We’re on flex scheduling until further notice.” He explains as he packs the last of his things. “And the managers want you to call them if he gets bad. He may need to see a doctor.”

Taehyung just shoots the leader a thumbs-up as he leaves the room. At least he doesn’t have to worry about schedules. There’s no use being angry about it. And he’s already contaminated, so no point in pushing Jungkook away now. He brushes a hand through the maknae’s long hair. He doesn’t feel warm. He wouldn’t fake an illness just for cuddles, would he? It doesn’t sound like a very Jungkook thing to do.

He slips out of bed, thankful that Jungkook stays asleep, and goes to the bathroom. Just because he’s stuck at the dorm taking care of Jungkook doesn’t mean he wants to lounge around in sleepwear all day. Besides, maybe (and it’s a big maybe) he can beat the germs if he goes all in on personal hygiene. So he takes a long, hot shower hoping to wash any germs Jungkook’s shared with him.

Taehyung is rinsing the conditioner out of his hair when he hears a knock on the bathroom door. “Yeah,” He calls out to whoever’s on the other side. The response is a loud, wet sounding cough and a whined out “Taehyungie” that lasts several seconds longer than it should. He knows instantly it’s Jungkook. “I’ll be out in a few minutes, Kookie. Wait for hyung.” The older vocalist shouts through the door.

But Jungkook doesn’t wait. He opens the unlocked bathroom door and sits on the sink countertop. It’s the closest the maknae can get to Taehyung without jumping in the shower with him. “TaeTae, I dond feel good.” He coughs again, not even trying to cover it. Germ filled droplets linger in the steamy air. “By throat hurts. I hab a headache.”

Jungkook’s voice sounds bad. It’s raspy and congested. Like his vocal chords lost a battle to a cheese grater and he gargled a box of push pins. Taehyung clicks his tongue, “Sounds like you caught a cold, bun. Try not to talk too much, you don’t want to hurt your throat more.” He’s rushing to finish up in the shower, knowing Jungkook is waiting for him. Jungkook gets clingy when he’s sick. Clingier than normal. He craves physical contact, and has been known to cry if he’s not getting it. Honestly, Taehyung’s impressed that Jungkook’s not crying now after waking up in an empty bed. Hopefully he can hold it together a few more minutes.

The hot steam in the bathroom loosens some of the congestion that’s clogging Jungkook’s sinuses. He pitches forward with three loud messy sneezes back to back. He nearly falls off the counter with the force of the last one. His nose drips with snot and he wipes it on the back of his sleeve. He doesn’t even think to use toilet paper until it’s too late. But he grabs a wad to blow his nose into. He blows with as much force as he can. He wants to be able to breathe again. When he can’t blow anymore, he huffs. There’s still so much mucus lodged in there. “Dae-hyug” The maknae sniffles, “sneebing hurds.”

Taehyung coos. “I’m sorry, Kookie.” He peeks his head out of the shower curtain, water droplets fall from the tips of his hair onto the floor. “Once I’m out of the shower, hyung will get you some medicine and make you some tea. Does that sound good?” Jungkook nods vigorously. He has to sniffle harshly to keep his nose from dripping. “Okay, just a few more minutes. I’m just about done.” The older vocalist goes back to showering. When he finishes, he shuts off the water and wraps a towel around himself.

Jungkook clings to him as soon as he steps out, wrapping both of his hands around Taehyung’s bicep. He doesn’t care that Taehyung’s still soaking wet. He’s gone too long without physical comfort. “Hyung, hurds.”

“I know, Kook. I just need to get dressed and then we can work on it.” He reminds as he guides the youngest back to his room. It takes a lot of coaxing to get Jungkook to agree to sit patiently on the bed and wait for his hyung to dress. Taehyung has to physically peel Jungkook's fingers from the vice grip he has on his arm. The older vocalist is worried he might come away with some finger shaped bruises on his upper arm.

"Heh'CHIshu Eh'shceHU" Jungkook's sneezes shake the whole bed frame. He whines after the second one and it leads to a coughing fit. He wants Taehyung, but he knows his hyung is still not ready for him. He fidgets restlessly to wait.

Taehyung coos in sympathy. Jungkook's always been a frequent sneezer, and usually he's not bothered by them. But he knows the maknae has a sore throat and he can imagine that those sneezes ripping out of him probably don't feel too great. So he forgoes fashion and puts on what's easiest- a pair of joggers and a t-shirt.

Taehyung doesn't even have to announce that he's dressed before Jungkook slings himself toward the older vocalist. This time, he's wrapped both his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, resting his head against the back of his neck. Despite being taller and bigger than Taehyung, this feels right. He whines and the sound vibrates against Taehyung’s ear. “Alright, Kookie. We’re going to the living room now.” he announces as he starts to make his way there. He’s basically dragging Jungkook the whole way.

Taehyung tries to drop Jungkook on the sofa while he goes to the kitchen to make tea. But Jungkook’s not having it. He refuses to go anywhere without Taehyung. So the older man sighs and continues toward the kitchen with the maknae still clinging to his back. “When I inevitably get sick, you better take care of me this well.” Taehyung jokes as he muscles his way to his kitchen. Jungkook is not light and he’s not doing much of anything to support his own weight.

The maknae just nods against Taehyung’s shoulder. He stays slung there while Taehyung prepares a tea kettle, fishes for a soothing tea flavor, and finds cold medicine in the cabinets. Jungkook is less than eager to take the medicine. He’s afraid that the orange juice Taehyung hands him will sting in his throat. Or that the pills will get stuck and make him cough, leading to more pain. It hurts to swallow. But he relents when Taehyung reminds him it will make him feel better. He does want to feel better.

The older vocalist passes time waiting for the kettle to whistle just petting Jungkook’s hair. The youngest hums in content. It’s hard to stay awake with Taehyung’s practiced fingers combing through his hair.

There’s a sudden tickle in Jungkook’s nose. He tries to will it away, but his breath hitches and he doesn’t have time to pull himself away. He just shoves his face further into Taehyung’s shoulder. “Het’Tchuu” It's wet and messy against his hyung's shoulder. He is afraid that if he pulls away, there will be a string of snot that clings between the tip of his nose and the wet spot on Taehyung's shirt. He's too embarrassed to move.

Taehyung grabs one of Jungkook's hands to comfort him. He could feel the spray of the sneeze seep through his shirt. But he's already come to terms with the fact he's smothered by Jungkook's germs. No use being grossed out now. Besides, he doesn't really have room to talk, his own sudden sneezes have accidentally sprayed other members before. They usually just laugh it off as typical clumsy Taehyung.

He grabs a napkin within reach and holds it up by his shoulder. "Poor Kook-ah. You've caught quite a nasty cold. Can you blow for hyung?" He encourages.

Jungkook quickly snatches the napkin and uses it to wipe the tip of his nose and scrub at the stain on Taehyung's shirt. It's not doing much to help, the damage has already been done. But he can't take care of himself until he fixes his mistake.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, "That's not what I asked you to do, bun. Don't worry about my shirt. It can be washed." He offers Jungkook another napkin, "You should blow your nose. All that gunk in there is making you sneeze. You need to get it out."

Jungkook nods and he can feel the sticky substance move with him. He feels so gross. He can’t remember the last time he caught a simple cold. He didn’t remember it being this miserable. He accepts the second napkin and turns away to forcefully blow his nose. The roughness of the napkin irritates his nose as he pinches it. He knows it’ll lead to irritation and itchiness later. But now he’s just thankful that the napkin’s filling with the stuff that was once clogging his sinuses. He still can’t breathe well through his nose, but it’s progress.

The tea kettle finally whistles and Taehyung makes quick work on pouring the tea. His movements are fluid around the kitchen now that Jungkook’s preoccupied with clearing his nose and not slung over him anymore. The maknae throws the napkin away as Taehyung walks over to him, steaming cup in hand. “Come on, you can rest on the couch.”

“You’ll day wid be,” Jungkook pleads, clinging onto Taehyung’s arm like he’s not taking any chances.

“Of course, Kook. I’m not going anywhere.” He guides them to the couch. The older vocalist settles against the arm of the sofa, and Jungkook settles against him, tea cup in both hands. Jungkook’s head is on Taehyung’s shoulder, his legs slung over his hyung’s. Taehyung’s hand is in his hair again, scratching gently against his scalp.

Jungkook’s content. He takes a tentative sip of his tea, afraid to burn his tongue, or worse, his throat. He can’t really taste it, but he’s pleased when the hot liquid slides easily down his sore throat. It provides a layer of comfort that wasn’t there before. He greedily takes a second sip.

Taehyung giggles at Jungkook enjoying the tea. He keeps the cup close to his mouth, the steam rising into his nasal cavity and relieving some of that pressure as well. The tea is a godsend. Best idea Taehyung’s ever had. But as the thickness in his sinuses shift, he feels the itch of another sneeze. He hitches with enough warning to turn his head away before pitching with a thick “Hekt’TICHU”. But the action shakes his whole body. The cup in his hands jostles and a generous portion of the tea spills into Taehyung’s lap. The older man bites his lips to prevent yelping out in pain, he knows Jungkook didn’t do it on purpose.

Jungkook redacts his previous assessment; the tea is a curse.

“Hyund,” He sniffles as more snot tries to fall from his nose, “I’b do dorry. I didn’d bean id.” He doesn’t know what he can do to help.

Taehyung takes a deep breath to calm himself, pushing through the pain. It burns, not bad enough to bore through any layers of skin. It probably won’t even blister too badly. But for now, it stings and will probably leave a decent sized red mark on his leg. He passes Jungkook the box of tissues on the side table and encourages him to blow out the newly loosened snot. “I know you didn’t mean it, Kook. It was an accident.” He snatches the tea cup from Jungkook’s hands and sets it on the table in front of them. “But let’s leave this here until you want to take a sip, okay. So it doesn’t happen again.” Jungkook agrees, blowing his nose with the tissues Taehyung provided. He doesn’t think he wants the tea anymore anyways.

With his hands now free, Jungkook can resume clinging to his hyung. He changes positions so his head is laying on Taehyung’s lap, minding the spot where Taehyung was burned. His hands grip tightly to his hyung’s shirt. The medicine Taehyung gave him was not non-drowsy, he realizes as his eyes become heavy. He tries to fight it off.

“Getting sleepy again, bun,” Taehyung muses as he plays with Jungkook’s long hair again. Jungkook nods with a sniffle. “Then sleep, silly. You need rest to feel better.” And now Jungkook thinks he was given the PM medication on purpose. Jungkook opens one eye to look up at Taehyung. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a hitched breath and a string of hard coughs directed toward Taehyung’s belly.

Taehyung anticipates the request, “No, Kookie. I’m not going to go anywhere.” His voice cracks when he answers, he clears his throat noticies it doesn’t clear nicely. He figured it was a fast acting cold given how quickly Jungkook caught it, but he thought he’d have more time before he started experiencing symptoms. It really is one hell of a cold Jungkook invited into the dorm.

Jungkook trusts Taehyung. He curls himself as close as he can against his hyung and lets his eyes close. Taehyung can tell Jungkook’s asleep when raspy, congested snores fill the air. The maknae’s face softens as he slips further into sleep.

Taehyung turns on the TV for white noise but allows himself to drift off along with Jungkook. A loud knocking on the front door startles him from his sleep. He’s not expecting anyone, and anyone who would need to be there would have a key. But the knocking is persistent. He doesn’t want to wake Jungkook, so he quickly sneaks away from the couch to answer it.

When he opens the door, a paper bag is shoved into his arms and the delivery driver runs from the doorstep. He's watching dumbfounded as the small car speeds away from the dorm. He carries the bag back to the living room and opens the contents. Inside there’s two containers of jook, still warm. He didn’t order them. As he continues to dig through the bag, he finds a note in his oldest hyung’s handwriting:

For our sick little dongsaengs. Enjoy.

Love, your hyungs

Also, we will be staying in the old dorm until you two are done being sick. Call if you need anything delivered.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. It’s going to be a long week of looking after Jungkook while fighting through his own cold. At least they will have each other to snuggle with in their collective misery. “EEEHHH-shu” Taehyung pitches forward with a loud sneeze. He checks to see if Jungkook stirs, but the maknae doesn’t move at all.

The older vocalist blows his nose and pulls out his phone. ‘More tissues, lots of them’ he texts Seokjin before he gets a spoon for his jook. He sets the second container aside for when Jungkook wakes up and rejoins Jungkook on the couch.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#bts #bts sickfic #bts cold symtoms #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!Taehyung #sick!Taehyung #taekook #ft namjoon #bts canonverse #platonic bts #bts snz #tw snz #tw snot #tw burns #ski sickfic #aki writes #aki requests #bts sickie swap trope

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rayless-reblogs · 2 years

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For the character meme, how about Red from Transistor?

Why I like them:

I think my starting point is probably her design. The bright shock of wavy red hair contrasting with those electric blue eyes. She's very delicate and beautiful, but her torn dress and big black jacket have such a punk edge. I love the use of in-universe songs in the game, and of course the songs themselves, how sharp and brooding they can be, how they're open to interpretation. Because she's silent and the game's world-building is sparse, you have a lot of freedom to imagine what her history was like, what she does on a day off, what she was thinking at different point in the game. It's a level of freedom you often don't get in modern games. At the same time, there are enough clues that you can see the shape of Red – passion, resilience, melancholy, humor, protectiveness – even if not every detail is filled out.

Why I don't:

I admit, on my first playthrough, when I learned she'd gone to the fancy school and gone with really unique Selections and was the most famous singer in Cloudbank, I rolled my eyes because it all felt so special. Those sorts of things can take the place of interesting traits in underwritten characters, but I ultimately felt the game didn't fall into that trap. Yes, Red is unique and extremely famous, but judging by songs like “The Spine” (and the Camerata's plans) it has consequences, and bad ones.

Favorite scene:

Hard to pick one. I'm mentally walking through the game to see what stands out... It's also hard to isolate a scene that's more about Red than the Boxer. Love the “You turned left” moment, love the chilly isolation of the scene where she first finds Boxer, love the flatbread break, love all the stuff leading up to the Spine, love her flying across the city on the Process... Maybe for a scene that's very much about Red, it could be her creating the bridge to Fairview. I just feel like we're seeing right into her heart there, maybe even her subconscious. The intimacy of the nude reaching statues, the mosaic of the clasped hands, the tree-shaded visuals. The way that (as I recall) that's where she lands after the final battle.

Oh, no, wait, I just remembered – her putting him in the Cradle. That's the best moment.

Favorite line:

The first one I think of is “I'm going to find the thing that's doing this and rip its heart out.” (Or words to that effect.) I also really like the cadence of I see the spine of the world/ Sparkle and shine, light the inside.

Favorite outfit:

I like both the torn and intact versions of her dress. I also really like some of the unused concept dresses. But I'm really intrigued by the off-the-shoulder outfit she wears in the coffee image at the end. Is it pjs? Is it a dress? I've interpreted it as a purple blouse in some pics. I just like this insight to who she is when not on stage, alone with her sweetie.

OTP:

Speaking of! The Boxer! It's one of the most romantic games I've ever played and I love it for that.

BROTP:

I've never actually headcanoned her being close to any of the other characters. I imagine she and Darzi probably knew each other socially, and that might have led her to meeting Lillian. I can also see Wave interviewing her for his show. I think the Sybil thing was one-sided, even on a merely friendship level. But if we branch out to other Supergiant titles, I think she and Pamitha would get along.

Head Canon:

Oh, lots. Off the top of my head, I think she came from very humble beginnings, even more so than Boxer. Part of her success was hard work, part was talent, but a lot of it was when she got lucky and received a Traverson scholarship. Given how quickly she takes to combat, I see her as scrappy and, as Boxer says, always having a plan, and I think coming up out of nowhere works well with that.

Unpopular Opinion:

Hmm, I'm not sure the fandom is divisive enough. (Thank goodness.) I've seen some fics that cast Red as extremely elegant and very polished, and like I said above, I see her as pretty hardscrabble and even emotionally cold at times. In my head, Boxer is the warmer, softer partner.

A wish:

I would love a comic adaptation of the game, especially if it leaned into the game's art style. Or a wish for Red herself? I mean, emotionally I want to think she and Boxer could find some way out of the Transistor. At the same time, it runs the risk of weakening the ending.

Please-don't-ever-happen:

Like the last question, I look at this in more of a meta way. Like, what could Supergiant do to Red that would really upset me? Expand on her story – no, that'd be exciting. A piece of media where she talked? That'd be great. A full album of Red songs? Yes, please! I guess I'd be upset if they continued the story and had Red and Boxer become disillusioned with each other – and they broke up permanently. I'm sorry, I just love them so much together.

5 words:

intense, elegant, relentless, loving, introspective

My nickname for them:

If I ever post any of my Transistor fic, I give her birthname as Elizabeth Muse Chlebek, Musie to her family, Red to everyone else.

#red #red (transistor)#transistor #supergiant games #transistor spoilers #thank you i loved talking about her #deemoyza #meta

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weirdmarioenemies · 3 years

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Banjo-Kazooie Spotlight

Hello, all! Guest writer Bynine here with an article on my favorite game of all time! Despite the immense popularity of this beloved N64 classic, the enemies of Banjo-Kazooie are not something that often comes up in discussion. Well, I'm here to change that!! Or at least, write well too much about some choice picks from the bestiary. Let's go!

Topper

Topper is the first in a small collection of sentient, googly-eyed vegetables that live in Spiral Mountain, where heroes Banjo and Kazooie also reside. Get used to those googly eyes, by the way, because you'll be seeing them a lot. Anywho, I really like the name Topper. You know, like "carrot top"! Great names are another feature of this series.

Bawl

Speaking of which, here's Bawl. Bawl is a fun name! It's hard to say without a southern drawl - bawwwl. Besides that, I don't have much to say about this hopping onion, but I still appreciate you, Bawl.

Colliwobble

The finale of our vegetable trio, and I'll be honest, I've saved the best for last. Sorry, Topper and Bawl, but it's a flying cauliflower called Colliwobble! How can you not love that? It flaps around gently with its big leaves, sustaining flight in a physically improbable yet adorable manner. How come the real thing can't do that, huh? No amount of bourbon roasted, brown butter baked cauliflower can convince me that we didn't get the short end of the stick here.

Gruntlings

The henchmen of the villainous witch Gruntilda, these oafish ogres patrol the halls of her lair, running after Banjo in a stance I'm sure they think is very intimidating.

Or maybe they want a hug? C'mere, big fella.

The most striking thing about Gruntlings to me is their impeccable fashion sense. They come in a variety of colors, and each one has a rakishly charming cloak to match, emblazoned with a fetching skull emblem. Would you mind stretching your arms out, Mr. Black Gruntling?

Thank you. Did Gruntilda coordinate these outfits? I'd believe it - she has a great ensemble herself, replete with a gorgeous purple striped scarf. And this is the same lady who's decorated her entire lair with images of her own face, after all...

Shrapnel

These ornery armaments are in the tragic category of enemies whose only goal in life is to detonate directly next to you. It's fitting then that they're based on a naval mine, but they also (perhaps unintentionally?) resemble sea urchins! How fun!

Normally they look fairly docile, even cute with their little underbite, but when Banjo draws near they growl and do... this. You okay there, buddy?

They're also the only enemies that appear in every Banjo-Kazooie platformer game! Clearly Rare knew they had a winner on their hands. Look at their pretty colors in Banjo Tooie! Look, but don't touch, please. It won't end well for anybody.

Sir Slush

Anyone who's played Banjo-Kazooie will be familiar with these goons. Living snowmen are usually quite jolly, and Sir Slush is no exception, with his consistent and hearty laughter. However, instead of frolicking in the snow, all Sir Slush does is pelt our heroes with snowballs. Rude!

Similar to the platonic ideal of living snowman himself, Frosty the Snowman, the life force of Sir Slush seems to be concentrated in its hat. It's invulnerable to most forms of damage, but if Kazooie strikes its hat at high velocity, it will be blown into icy chunks. Is this a similar principle to the "aim-for-the-head" zombie-killing technique? Are snowmen not merely zombies, extra ice, hold the flesh? Human bodies are 70% water anyway!

Slappa

Another classic bestiary staple, the living hand! Slappa are gargantuan mummified arm-hand combos that pop up without warning from the dusty sands of Gobi's Valley, the requisite desert level of Banjo-Kazooie. True to their name, their main method of attack is a slap, where they simply fall over, crushing anything in their path. The most confusing thing about Slappas is that they have the ability to speak - they laugh if they manage to land a hit, and groan in pain when defeated. How are you talking, Slappa? Do you have a mouth hidden under those bandages? Maybe a whole face?

Artist's interpretation

There also exists a single non-violent Slappa called Grabba, who clutches onto a Jiggy and hides underground with it if you get too close. Should you manage to grab it, they mention having had it for a thousand years, but then congratulate you on your technique. Of all the traits to be assigned to a mummified hand, "sportsmanlike" was not one I was expecting, but I'll gladly take it.

Tee-Hee

Another winner of a name! Tee-Hee! That's great! This design is great too, in my humble opinion. You wouldn't expect a ghost to have such a goblinoid appearance, but Tee-Hee delivers both flavors of common RPG monster at once in an elegant package. Naturally Tee-Hees can phase through walls and are invincible to most attacks, staples of any Game Ghost (TM), and their pursuit is marked with constant laughter. Admittedly their laugh is more of a "mua-ha-ha" than a "tee-hee", but I'm willing to forgive it.

There's also a purple version! This one ignores Banjo and Kazooie entirely, preferring to move around in square patterns. Don't worry, though, it still laughs a lot. What's so funny about squares? Only the purple Tee-Hee knows.

Grimlet

Appearing on a ship known as the Rusty Bucket, Grimlet will disguise themselves as ordinary pipes, only showing their eyes and fangs when Banjo and Kazooie draw near. Despite their metallic appearance, they can stretch their bodies way out to take a bite out of bears and birds alike. You know, I like this design, but I feel like it could be improved somehow. Hmm...

Ooh! The beta version of Grimlet has a really interesting twist- eyes in its own mouth! Of course, any monster is improved when it puts its peepers in its gullet, and Grimlet is no exception. Well, let's keep going!

An even earlier screenshot shows them with white, human eyes... and with a fleshy inner maw... Nope, I don't like this one bit. Abort!

Ahhh... Much better. Now that's a sentient cowl ventilator that I'd let take a chunk out of me. No, I don't have a problem! Quiet, you!

Of course, there are many more denizens of the BK universe worthy of scrutiny - in a universe where even common collectibles will strike up a conversation with you, that's not surprising. In particular, a Banjo-Tooie showcase would be a lot of fun... But I have to stop myself somewhere. Until next time!

#banjo-kazooie #banjo kazooie #enemies #topper #bawl #colliwobble #gruntling #shrapnel #sir slush #slappa #grabba #tee-hee #grimlet #bynine #guest writer #mod orange shy guy

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bluemoondust · 3 years

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✧General Yandere Headcanons — Ouma Kokichi✧

Request: Could you write yandere headcannons for Kokichi?

I hate the fact that this purple gremlin has grown on me,,, welp,,, I wanted to keep his more crude side, but also sprinkle in the fact that he genuinely does care for his darling, but he's just used to putting up a front,,, I hope that was interpreted to be so in the writing!

Warning(s): Heavy Manipulation, Death Threats, Bullying, Degradation

I feel sorry for any darling that has this devious little liar obsess over. Not only is Kokichi a massive manipulator who will constantly try to get under your skin, but he has a firm belief that only he is allowed to see you like this. He genuinely feels that he has the right to push your buttons no matter your protests or pleads for him to stop. Why? It's all just a game, don't be so sensitive.

Because of this, you have a really hard time determining his opinion on you. Sometimes you believe he just hates you, other times it could be that you're so easy in his eyes. Whatever the reason, he certainly revels in your reactions; so cute, so vulnerable. Honestly his actions can be considered to be borderline bullying when thinking over every prank he's pulled on you and lie he's told. Sometimes he even tease you for any negative flaw such as clumsiness.

That doesn't change the fact that he loves you to pieces. I mean, he wouldn't have drived all those who even tried to make you cry away if he didn't love you. Or was that a lie? Maybe he just takes pity. Deep down, he hates when people assume they can do whatever they want, especially towards you. Kokichi is rather possessive when it comes to you. Again, he deems himself worthy of taunting and jesting with you. He even states that he knows more about you than anyone else. Even yourself. All those who ignorantly believe they can push you around are just dirt under his shoes; not of importance and disposable. If he ever finds out someone trying to approach you in either a threatening manner or something more than friendship, oh, he'll take care of them. Nothing beats blackmail and a little torture.

Kokichi is one of those yanderes who are most likely to kidnap their darling, but his reasoning is out of selfishness. There are days where he can't stand to share you with everyone else. He can be pretty impatient sometimes despite trying to convince himself that in time everything will come into play. However, he gets bored of waiting. Pushing aside that you might hate him for this, he decides to drive away your friends to get closer. He's only pulled some pranks and made fun of you, what's the worse he can do? That is what you would think, but you just wished that were true.

"C'mon darling! Life is unfair sometimes and you know it. What can be better than spending time with the Ultimate Supreme Leader? Oh, don't cry. Tears make you look ugly and we wouldn't want that. You're always so cute smiling and showing me that I've hit the nail on the head!" Yeah... Kokichi is a mean yandere, but he definitely can be soft towards you whenever he wants to. He constantly tells you that all this, this is because he loves you. It's twisted, he admits, but it's the truth. If you, of course, don't believe him, fine. Be like that. Kokichi whines about putting sooooo much effort and that you're being ungrateful. That's okay though! You're forgiven because it's you. Luckily.

Escaping. That's... Troublesome and also a risk. Sure, you can go for it; Kokichi even counts on it. Heck, he even makes it out to be a game. All he has to do is find you, right? Then he'll win this little game and punish you for the stunt you tried to pull. It's okay though because it's just some basic punishments with some degrading in between. After he's finished and you're sobbing, he'll wrap his arms around you, cooing at your tearful face. Kokichi only tells you that everything can be oh so wonderful if you just behaved and not try anything idiotic. You're so dumb to think that you can escape, but it is fun nevertheless to see your hopeful face.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere danganronpa #yandere kokichi #yandere kokichi ouma #yandere danganronpa x reader

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mageofseven · 3 years

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are requests open? how would the brothers (or undateables) react to MC giving them a bouquet of flowers because they want to show their partner they care?

Ooo okay cute! I think I'd add another layer to this and use flower language so each bouquet has a cute meaning~

This will be for just the Brothers, but I will have another post out for the Undateables' version 😊

Lucifer:

Gives him a bouquet of red carnations (symbolising love, pride, and admiration) and Peonies (symbolising happy life, happy marriage, good health, and prosperity).

The oldest was in his study, sighing over the stack of paperwork he had been trying to dwindle down all morning.

Their boyfriend has been so busy and stressed lately; the human simply wanted to help ease things for him, but in a new and meaningful way.

At first, the demon didn't didn't even acknowledge when MC stepped in, but when they approached his desk and started rocking on their feet nervously, the man sighed once more and looked up at them.

"I'm sorry, Love. What is it?"

"Okay so...I did a thing..." They mumbled before revealing the bouquet from behind their back.

The Avatar of Pride raised an eyebrow before letting a soft smile spread across his face.

"They are very beautiful. However, I don't recall there being any occasion for them."

"There is though!" MC insisted. "These flowers represent a message for you!"

Lucifer took the human's wrist and guided them around the desk and onto his lap. Arms around them, the demon stared down at the bouquet.

"I see." He kissed their neck. "Well, I'm afraid I am not caught up on my flower language so I'll be relying on your interpretation."

The human blushed and could feel the man's low chuckle from behind them.

"If you truly have a message for me, Love, now is the time to say it."

"I..." MC hid their face in the flowers and mumbled a little. "The red carnations are for love and admiration...I love you so much and I admire how hard you work...but the peonies are for a happy life and good health. I...want you to take better care of yourself."

"I take it you're worried for me?"

"Luce...you didn't come to bed last night and you were in here all day yesterday. Of course, I'm worried--and don't say you can handle this because even so, stress and lack of sleep are not good for you."

The man let out a long sigh before adjusting the human in his arms and rising from his seat.

"L-Luce?"

"If what you need from me is some rest then so be it."

Wouldn't usually give in so easily, but his Love put so much thought into expressing their worry so it would be wrong to simply dismiss them.

Mammon:

Gives him a bouquet of Alstromeria (symbol of wealth, prosperity, and fortune, as well as a flower of friendship) and Sweet Peas (symbolic of departure after having a good time).

It was the night before MC was being sent back to the Human realm. They knocked on his bedroom door and the second brother let them in, eyeing the flowers with a red face.

"W-What are those for??"

"For you." MC smiled. "It's...ya know since I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a thank-you."

Mammon grinned, trying to act confident.

"Well of course you got these for me! You got a lot to thank me for looking out for ya, now dontcha?"

"I really do." MC handed them to the demon. "There's a meaning to my flower choices though. Alstromeria is to wish you luck in money matters and express how much your friendship has meant to me. The sweet peas...to say that I had a lot of fun with you this school year."

The second brother went silent. I mean, what was he supposed to say after hearing that they put so much thought into giving him freaking flowers.

"Just...thank you for everything, Mammon. Really." MC leaned in and kissed his cheek before turning to the door.

The man's brain was short circuiting from the kiss, but still managed to push through the flustered-ness to call out.

"Oil! Wait a second 'ere!"

MC looked over their shoulder, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?"

The words died in his mouth. This was his last chance to tell them how he felt...but he wonder if there was any point in it anymore? I mean, they leave tomorrow...

Despite still having the urge to say something, the man lowered his head and waved off the human.

"Eh, forget. Go to bed or something. I have things to do."

And then they left, just as he told them.

Now he's left wondering if he should of spoken up or not he should have.

Leviathan:

Gives him a bouquet of Hydrangeas (symbolising heartfelt emotions and used to express gratitude of being understood) and Anemone (which has a positive meaning of anticipation).

It was a couple days before MC had to return to the Human realm.

The two were hanging out like it was any other day though. Levi was immersed in his game, so much so that he didn't notice when MC left the room and came back with the bouquet.

"Levi, pause the game."

"Dude, it's an online match--"

Their boyfriend dropped the controller when he saw the flowers. His face went red as he just ceased to function.

"Levi?"

"W-W-What the hell are those?!"

"Flowers?"

"W-Well duh" He stammered out. "But why are they in my room?"

Because surely, surely they were not for him. I mean, why would the human be giving flowers to a stinky otaku like himself?

"They're for you."

Error. Blue screen. Levi.exe has stopped working. Please reset your Levi and--

"I...look." MC continued. "The hydrangeas represent...well, just how I appreciate the fact that I can be open with you. I feel like you're the only person who truly gets me...not just here in the Devildom, but even compared to those in the Human realm. The anemone...well, it has different meanings, but I'm using it to show that...I can't wait to find my way back to you."

The human was now blushing though not as much as the demon in front of them.

"Basically...I wanna say that I'm glad I'm your Henry and I'll always look forward to finding my way back to you...Levi?"

The man was tearing up.

"Sh-Shut up, Normie...I'm not crying..."

MC laughed and leaned in to kiss their boyfriend.

Yeah...they're happy to be his Henry 💕

Satan:

Gives him a bouquet of Purple Irises (symbolising eloquence, wisdom, and compliments) and Tulips (signifies a declaration of love and symbolizes perfect love).

Met the fourth brother in the library for their weekly study session.

Satan has been helping MC with some of their harder classes and in turn, the two had been spending a lot more time together

Which made it only too easy for the human to fall for him.

"Satan?"

The blonde looked up from the textbook he was skimming through in search of the correct page and raised an eyebrow as he saw MC standing before him, fidgeting in place and head down while hiding something behind their back.

"Is there something you need help with?"

"N-No...I..." The Human bit their lip. "Um...do you know anything about flower language?"

"Floriography? I suppose I know a fair amount." The demon watched them closely. "Do you have any questions based on the language?"

"No, I mean--" MC quickly shoved the bouquet in his face, their own face glowing a bright red. "Please accept these..."

The blonde took the flowers in confusion, staring down at them. Once he identified the flowers in the bouquet, a blush swept across his face, but was quickly replaced by a grin.

"Well now, why don't you tell me what these flowers mean to you?"

"D-Don't you know what they mean already?"

"I'd rather hear it from your lips, Kitten."

The human covered their face when they heard the new nickname.

"Kitten, I cannot accept these if you won't tell me their meaning."

MC lowered their hands.

"I...they..." The human mumbled. "The purple irises are to...well, thank you for your help and show that I really...really admire how knowledgeable you are. And...a-and the tulips..."

"And what about the tulips?"

"Please stop teasing me..."

The blonde chuckled before setting the bouquet on the table next to them and pulling MC close.

"Alright then. My answer is that I feel the same way, Kitten."

"Really?!"

The demon goes to fetch a vase for the flowers to sit on the table with them as they study.

Asmodeus:

Gives him of a bouquet of White Lilies (symbolising modesty and virginity), Aster (symbolising patience), purple lilac (symbolising first love), and Anemone (which mainly has negative symbolism to it, but can also be used to to symbolize anticipation in a positive interpretation).

The Avatar of Lust went to his room to change out of his school uniform and found the human sitting on his bed with the bouquet.

"Aww, Doll!"

The man rush over and squeeze the human in an embrace, carefully of the flowers.

"Oh you're so sweet! Getting me flowers like this!"

MC hid their face in their boyfriend's shoulder.

"Azzy...I have something to say."

"Okay~ what is it?"

MC pulled back and stared down at the flowers.

"I...do you know anything about Floriography?"

"Flower language? Oh, Doll, who do you think you're talking to? Of course~."

"Well...I used that for this bouquet."

"Ooo okay." The man gently took the bouquet from them. "Let's see then~ I see Lilies and Asters. Oh! A couple lilacs-- I love you two, Dolly."

He leaned in and kissed them.

"Oh and--" The smile that had been on his face suddenly fell when he spotted the anemone. "Dolly...is something wrong?"

The human started tugging on their sleeves.

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey...come here."

The demon laid the bouquet on the bed and pulled MC back into his arms. Face buried back into his shoulder, the man stroked his human's hair.

"It's okay. You know you can talk to me, right?"

MC didn't speak at first, just let their boyfriend's gentle comfort calm them for a bit.

"I...I'm sorry." They mumbled again. "I've probably just been overthinking. I just...it wouldn't leave my mind so even though it's hard to say, I knew I needed to talk about it and I thought it'd be easier with the flowers..."

"It's okay, Dolly. Take your time; I'm right here."

The demon kissed the top of the human's head.

"I just...you've been really good about not pushing me into...ya know...that next step. And I really appreciate it and everything because I've never done anything like that before. You're the first person I've ever dated, the first person I've ever fallen in love with...you've been my first date, my first kiss...and I want you to have my next first, but I'm still anxious about it. I feel bad though; I feel like I'm disappointing you since you're the Avatar of Lust and I just--"

"Oh Honey no!" The man didn't mean to interrupt them; he simply couldn't hold his words in anymore. "It's not like that at all. I'm with you for you, not your body. I can wait as long as you need me to."

He pulled away so he could look them in the eyes.

"I'm not going to be disappointed because you're not ready. We can wait as long as you need, okay?"

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course, Doll. I don't want you to feel pressured into it. When we take that next step, I want it to be just beautiful and memorable for you as it will be for me and not something you feel obligated to do, okay?"

The Avatar of Lust finds a vase for the flowers and sets them on his vanity before cuddling up with the human in bed, keeping them close and murmuring sweet compliments and praises in their ear.

Asmo can wait. As long as he can hold his Dolly close and love them with all of his heart, he could wait a million years for them if that's what they needed.

Beelzebub:

Gives him a bouquet of Sunflowers (symbolising adoration, dedication, and dedicated love) and Peonies (symbolic of bashfulness, but also a happy life, happy marriage, and prosperity).

MC was too excited to give it to him so they waited outside of House of Lamentation for him to come back from practice.

"Beel! Beely come look!"

The redhead smiled at their Muffin and quickened his steps until he was right next to them.

"Here~." MC proudly presented the bouquet to him.

"It's very pretty. Thank you." Beel took the bouquet before leaning down and kissing the human.

"It's more than a bouquet though! It has symbolic meaning."

The demon raised.

"What's it mean then?"

MC blushed a bit before diverting their gaze from their boyfriend--or rather their fiancé since his proposed recently, hence why they made this bouquet for him.

"It's just...another way of saying I hope we'll always be happy together."

The big guys smiled before picking up his Muffin and kissing their forehead.

"I know we will, Muffin. Always."

Belphegor:

Gives him a bouquet of Statices (symbolizes remembrance and sympathy) and Red Roses (symbolising a deep love).

Sleepy boy woke up so confused when he found the flower basically shoved in his face.

"...What the hell am I looking at?"

"Flowers."

"No duh, Butthead." He pushed the flowers away, looking up at his Human. "I mean, why do you have them?"

"They're for you."

The man sighed.

"Fine..." He took the bouquet and set it on the other side of the bed before pulling MC down to him so they could lay together.

"Belphie, there's a point to them; they have meaning."

The man's eyes were already closed, ready to go back to sleep.

"Yeah? What?"

Silence. Avatar of Sloth cracked open an eye and saw his Human's expression weighed down with sadness.

"What's wrong?" Both eyes opened, he tightened his hold on them.

"It's...it's my way asking you to let it go."

Now it was the demon's turn to go silent.

Since the Incident™️, Belphie's been extra protective of them, but simultaneously really distant and harsh? It's been a back and forth sort of thing and even when they started dating, the trend stayed.

MC knew that he was just afraid of hurting them again. Sometimes he felt that keeping them close was for the best and others, he felt like pushing them away was. This back and forth was all because of the guilt that he carried.

Nervous, the human continued.

"The roses represent how much I love you and the statices...to show that even though I have not forgotten, I understand why you did it and I'm not upset. I forgave you instantly because I knew the pain you were in. I just...now I need you to forgive yourself, Belphie."

The demon buried his face in their neck.

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

Belphie pulled back and gave the human a small kiss.

"Don't apologize for everything." He kissed them again. "You didn't do anything wrong."

It will take a lot more than a bouquet to make their boyfriend's guilt disappear, but the love and care behind it...the demon felt it, even if he didn't say it out loud.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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Setting The Stage

My hyperfixation is set back on fnaf again in anticipation for Security Breach, so I’ve decided to write my own interpretation on how the game might begin!

Summary: Gregory had always dreamed of going to Freddy Faxbear’s Mega Pizza Plex and meeting his heroes. But he somehow ends up getting more than he bargained for, and dreams start to turn into nightmares.

Originally planned as a oneshot but had to split it into two parts.Link to next chapter is down below! Also available to read on AO3 here!

Enjoy!

Walking into Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex for the first time was something that every kid in the world should experience, at least according to Gregory’s logic.

And it was that logic – and a lot of puppy dog looks – that just about managed to work on his mom. Because here he was, finally standing in front of the colorful neon sign with his favorite animal mascots welcoming him in.

It had taken a lot of begging and guilt-tripping but he wasn’t ashamed one bit, though his mother might have disagreed, especially when it came to the snivelling part. But hey, it wasn’t his fault she had worked late on his birthday, so she owed him. Big time.

He vaguely recalled her grumbling about having to dip into her savings for this trip.

So that meant that he only had today, and he had to make every second count.

“So...” a voice spoke up from behind him. “Am I finally forgiven?”

Gregory looked up to see his mom giving him ‘the look’, and to that he nodded profusely.

“Good. After today you can finally leave me in peace,” she said, giving his hair a playful ruffle as they walked through the large sliding doors and into the mall.

He decided to push it just a little bit further.

“Can I get a Freddy plushie?”

The little boy swore he could hear a vein pop.

“I already bought tickets for the meet and greet. Do you know how much those cost me?”

He shrugged.

“A lot, and it’s coming out of your college fund.”

“What if I don’t wanna go to college?”

“Maybe you won’t get to after today,” she replied, rubbing at her temples. “Fine. I’ll give you ten dollars and you can buy yourself something at the store when we’re done, alright?”

That was enough to cover a pencil, maybe an eraser as well if he haggled. But he didn’t argue.

Both Gregory and his mom were suddenly blinded when they entered into the main part of the building as bright neon lights bounced off of the high glass ceiling and right into their retinas. Only once they were able to adjust their eyes could they really absorb the true grandeur of the place.

Everywhere you looked there were people: from tired-eyed parents trying to find the next thing to distract their kids to enthusiastic parents who wanted to get involved in everything their kids were doing while filming it on their phone for their blogs. Then there were the snot-nosed teens who were bunking off school and several professional shopping guides with forced smiles wider than Moondrop and Sunrise’s combined. Everyone seemed to move in unison as the hall was filled with the sound of shoes squeaking against the polished checkered floors.

Topping it all off was a massive gleaming golden statue of Glamrock Freddy proudly posed right in the center, singing silently into the microphone as soft music and wacky adverts played in the background.

Suddenly Gregory felt very small.

“It sure is...big, isn’t it?” His mother said, not sounding so confident herself.

He merely nodded in agreement.

Her son-o-meter seemed to be finely tuned as ever as she gently grasped Gregory’s shoulder and gave him a light but reassuring shake.

“C’mon now,” she tenderly prodded. “We’ve got all day to enjoy the place so let’s make the most of it, huh? It’s not every day we get to go to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex.”

This was true. Coming here had once been only but a dream. Now he was here, staring up at a brilliantly shining statue of Glamrock Freddy. And pretty soon he was going to be meeting the bear himself.

His hand absently went to towards his back-pocket before he made a fist as determination washed over him. Looking up at his mom, he nodded.

“And if I’m remembering right, I think I know the first thing on your to-do list.”

The boy had already grabbed her hand as he made a beeline for their first activity.

“To Fazer Blast!”

xxx

Trying to imitate the pose of the Roxanne cut-out that was behind the reception desk, Gregory pointed his laser blaster at his mom as she attempted to fit on his vest.

“Could you stop fidgeting?”

“But I’m practicing-”

“Stop. Fidgeting.”

He pouted before she struck him with that look again, which he pretended not to notice as he gazed up towards the lady at the reception desk. She looked about in her twenties and was using one hand to push back her long sleek black locks away from her face every five seconds while her other hand typed lazily on a screen.

“So...do I just join a team or...?”

It took her a moment to even register that he was talking to her before she flicked her hair back again just to glare down at him.

“Sure, like, do what you want. It’s your game, you make the rules.”

She seemed to pause for a moment.

“You do, like, know the rules, right?”

Gregory wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Uh...sure?”

“Fantastic,” she drawled as she focused her attention back to her tablet. “Your session ends in fifteen minutes.”

His mother rolled her eyes and muttered something about, “kids these days”, but soon smiled and took Gregory’s shoulder as she walked him in.

“Just remember to have fun, alright? Screw the rules.”

“Really?” Gregory asked, his toothy grin twisting into something sinister as he got into the Roxanne pose again.

“Just...don’t run and remember to stay within the walls,” she added on quickly. “Can’t have my little space man getting lost now, can I?”

Gregory made a sound of disgust as he was pulled in for a kiss before she finally let him loose into the brightly colored arena. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare up in awe as spotlights of purple, green and red shone upon the various props and fixtures that decorated the place.

In the center was a giant space rocket that was surrounded by planets with neon rings glowing around them. The cut-outs from reception were scattered about too, though now they were humongous. Gregory almost couldn’t help but salute the towering Freddy as he walked past.

He also noticed a room near the back walls. It was raised up to overlook the whole arena and was surrounded by green-lit pillars. It fit in with the theme of the room but also...jarringly stood out. Maybe it was a place for parents to watch their kids play, or perhaps the employees?

“Hey Grogery!”

That voice. That name struck fear into his chest as he swirled around to face a group of boys that had aimed their blasters right at him.

“Never thought we’d see you here,” the biggest one said with a smirk. “You sneak in through the gutters or something?”

“Hey... Bob,” Gregory casually greeted. Though it was hard to act so suave when he was trembling.

“It’s Rob.”

“Rob! Yeah...cool to see you too.”

Learning the names of his bullies from class had never been at the top of Gregory’s to-do list, but then again it hadn’t been at the top of theirs either, clearly. But God, why did they have to be here of all places? Of all days, even?

“Nah, his mom probably got him in here with all that hooker money she earns!” The skinny one snorted, making them all burst out into laughter.

“She works at the hospital,” Gregory weakly argued.

“Not what my dad said!” Rob hollered, still rubbing tears from his eyes.

“So, what, is your dad cheating on your mom?” He sniped back with a sneer of his own.

His grin soon disappeared though when they all suddenly stopped laughing and a beat of silence followed, save for the distant laser blasts sounding off around them.

“The hell did you just say to me?” Rob asked, his voice dangerously quiet. If his brows knitted together any tighter then those pimples on the bridge of his nose might pop at any given moment. Gregory grimaced at the very thought.

“N-nothing! Um...I mean- it's technically not cheating if your parents are divorced, right?”

Rob positioned the blaster in his hand not so much as to aim it, but rather throw it.

“Like I said, my mom wouldn’t even do that!”

The pimples popped.

With that, Gregory legged it before the gun could smack him in the face. He dashed between the walls as the angry voices behind him grew distant, he almost felt bad as he climbed through the holes and bumped past people, but hey it was like his mom said, screw the rules, right?

However, it looked like the rules were starting to screw him when he smacked into a dead end. The black wall was too high for him to jump over and the only way out would be to re-trace his steps, which meant...

“C’mon Grogery!” Rob’s voice taunted through the luminous hall. “Let’s see how many knocks to the head you can take before you bleed.”

The boy swallowed a hard lump down his throat as he backed himself up against the wall and looked up at the Roxanne cut-out that towered above him, aiming her blaster with such confidence and attitude. With a deep breath and a firm nod, he did the same with the hope that getting them disqualified might save him.

If not, at least his mom was a first-aider.

“Hey...” A soft, almost girlie voice laced with a mechanical tone called out. “In here.”

Gregory’s head snapped to the right as a hand – or was it a paw? – beckoned him into a dark corner.

“Hurry up...!” The voice urged, and before Gregory could question anything, he saw four shadows creep around as the sound of footsteps thundered towards him, forcing him to make a snap decision and dive into the darkness, getting caught by a pair of skinny, furred arms.

“Shit, where did he go?” Rob shouted as the group gathered where Gregory had been standing just seconds before.

“Looks like he dropped his blaster,” one of them said as he picked it up. “Maybe he climbed the wall?”

There was a sudden yelp as Rob smacked him upside the head.

“Don’t be so fucking stupid, he’s tiny. No way in hell he’d be able to scale that.”

Gregory stiffened as Rob suddenly turned in his direction, but he felt the stranger put a hand on his head, and strangely enough, it calmed him down.

“...C’mon, he’s gotta be around here somewhere,” Rob finally said, pulling the group away. “He can’t hide forever.”

After a few moments of waiting, Gregory let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding.

“Bullies are just the worst, huh?”

Almost jumping out of his skin at the sudden chipper voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife, he glanced up with wide eyes as the figure gave him a little pat on the head.

This was obviously a girl but with the shadows enveloping her it was hard to tell exactly...what she was.

He could make out a pair of tall ears so...a rabbit? Gregory couldn’t remember any animatronics other than Freddy, Chica, Monty and Roxanne, as well as Moondrop and Sunrise. Was this a new character?

But what kind of bunny would have such piercing red eyes?

“My name’s Vanny,” she greeted. “What’s yours?”

Feeling slightly relieved that she had finally let him go, he cautiously stepped out and looked around to make sure he was in the clear before turning to face her.

“...Gregory,” the boy timidly answered, still feeling a bit unnerved.

“What a swell name! It’s nice to meet’cha,” she said with a small bow, which unveiled a few more features like a bright blue bow tied around her neck, and an unnaturally wide toothy grin plastered on her patched face.

What’s more, she didn’t exactly move like a robot, despite sounding like one.

“Are you new?” Gregory asked, causing Vanny to tilt her head.

“Huh?”

“I’ve never seen you in the show before and...” he paused, knowing his words had already gotten him in trouble today.

“And what?” she prodded.

“Well...you don’t really look like an animatronic.”

“That’s because I’m not!”

Gregory flinched at her overly cheerful tone and stepped back as she kneeled down to his level.

“Can I let ya in on a little secret?” Vanny asked, cupping her hand to her mouth in a poorly disguised whisper.

“Sure...?”

“I wanna be in the show. Like, I really really wanna be in the show. That’s why I made this,” the rabbit gestured to herself in an overly dramatic way; caressing her ears and cupping her face. “But I gotta prove myself first.”

“Prove yourself?”

“Yup!”

Gregory raised an eyebrow when she didn’t elaborate further, but decided to put it to rest as he really wanted to get out before Rob and his goons came back.

“I know a shortcut outta here,” Vanny offered with a tilt of the head, as if reading his mind. “Just take a couple of rights and a left and you’ll be as right as rain! Want me to show you?”

“T-that’s okay, I should be good,” Gregory replied with a smile, though it slowly turned into a frown when she didn’t answer back, choosing instead to just...stare at him, her head still tilted, almost as if she were deep in thought.

“But...thanks anyway...?” he weakly offered.

This seemed to snap her out of her trance as she nodded vigorously.

“No problem! And don’t worry, if those bullies come back, I’ll give ‘em a dose of Moondrop’s sleepy candy. That oughta slow ‘em down!”

He had heard of that stuff, but couldn’t for the life of him understand why kids would want candy that would put them to sleep. Nevertheless, he nodded and thanked her again before turning, and hurrying away, a soft giggle echoing behind him.

xxx

“Where on earth have you been? It’s been thirty minutes!”

Gregory was still a little shaken up by the time he had reached the exit, so much so that he had forgotten that he had been on a time limit.

“Sorry, mom...” Gregory muttered sheepishly as she looked him over.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Glancing back towards the arena, he tried to see if he could spot Rob’s gang still wandering about in there.

“Did you see a group of guys come out by any chance? Older than me. Kinda ugly...”

“Now you’re answering my question with a question,” his mother said with a sigh. “But no. Why? Did something happen?”

“No!” he blurted out, making her give him that look again. “We were just...having so much fun but then I uh...I lost them. Just wondering if they left without me or something.”

Her expression softened a little. He hated when she did that.

“No, sweetie...but I’m sure they won’t be far, should we go look for them?”

Gregory grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. “It’s fine! The show’ll be starting soon, right? We can’t miss it!”

“Okay, okay...!” she chuckled as he dragged her. “But first we need to hand your blaster in.”

He stopped then, inwardly cursing at himself before smiling sheepishly up at his mom as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You lost it, didn’t you.”

Her tone suggested that it wasn’t a question.

“Yep.”

He yelped when she was suddenly the one dragging him away.

“Well, we best make ourselves scarce then, besides we can’t miss your big show, right?”

Gregory grinned. “Screw the rules?”

She smiled back. “Screw the rules.”

xxx

They had made it to the main stage before the show began, but there were already big crowds congregating near the front to get the best view, and Gregory was having none of it.

His mom kept apologizing to the angry faces and pointed looks as he towed her through the mass of people to get to the front, ignoring her when she grumbled about having to teach him some social skills.

Gregory drowned everything else in the auditorium out as his wide brown eyes focused on the stage, even trying to balance up on the tips of his toes to get any kind of glimpse of brown, green, pink or purple. He had waited so long for this moment, and nothing more mattered than the next hour.

Gregory wasn’t ashamed to admit that he squealed a little when the lights died down, it was just as well that every other kid in the auditorium screamed too, resulting in the kind of high-pitched noise that would make a banshee cringe.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!” A mechanical voice greeted over the speakers. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza Plex! Are you all having a fantabulous time?”

The crowds erupted once more.

“Rockin’!” Gregory gasped as a rough female voice took over. "Y’all ready to get your glam on?!”

“Oh Roxanne...” a more feminine tone scolded. “Now you’ve given us away. Again.”

Gregory’s smile grew wider, he knew this whole skit, next up would be-

"I think we’ve kept ‘em waiting long enough, gals,” a graveled voice boomed out from the speakers. "Whaddya say, Freddy? Should we give the kids what they want?”

The little boy almost couldn’t contain himself at this point.

“I say let’s rock out!”

The curtains suddenly swung open to reveal the animatronics in all their shiny, glittering glory.

They were all 80’s themed, of course, to fit in with the aesthetic of the mall. Glamrock Chica had the typical pink leotard with green leopard print leg warmers; very popular with the girls. Roxanne Wolf was more unconventional with a striking red outfit, piercings and the mascot for the mall’s race course; she appealed to quite a wide range of people. Montgomery Gator was more for the chads as he had a rough and tough attitude with a love of golf, but Gregory did admire his red mohawk and star-shaped shades.

Then there was Glamrock Freddy. The mascot of the Pizza Plex. He didn’t really have a gimmick as such but was incredibly popular just for how great he was with the children. The other animatronics were good with kids but Freddy was the one who seemed to pay the most attention to them, whether it be sitting down and listening to a kid’s story, accepting gifts from them to even giving them gifts of his own free will – mostly a plushie of himself.

Management were irked by this odd behavior at first but when they saw how much cash he was raking in from meet and greets alone, they decided to leave it. Why fix it if it ain’t broke, right?

As they burst into their first song, with Freddy singing into his mic stand and the other three playing keytars, Gregory didn’t even notice when his mother shook his shoulder and told him that she would have to take a phone call but would be back as soon as she could. There were some instructions on where to meet if she didn’t make it back by the time the show was finished but the words fell on deaf ears as he bounced and sang along to the lyrics he had spent so painstakingly long to learn.

By the fourth or fifth song, the crowds had started to dissipate as parents took their children away to browse some more shops or to go to the food court for lunch, but Gregory stayed until the very end, cheering and whooping when the animatronics did their final encore and bowed as the curtains were drawn to a close.

Fearing his chest might explode from excitement, the boy took a few moments to breathe as he tried to calm down from the buzz of electricity that was jolting through his body. The past hour had gone and went so fast that he could hardly process any of it, all he knew was that it had been the happiest moment of his life.

With a huge grin, he watched as the robots were escorted off stage by staff and taken to their individual show rooms for their meet and greet sessions. Lines were already starting to grow long.

It was only then that Gregory realized that his mother was gone. He looked around with a frown, she had said something about a phone call but...that had been half an hour ago now.

‘She must be waiting at the show room for me,’ Gregory concluded, beaming at the thought of finally meeting his hero in the flesh. Or...plastic.

Shaking his head, he made a beeline past Chica’s room, where mostly little kids were sitting on the floor watching the animatronic as she played them a song while others had started a food fight with the leftover pizza and soda cans that had been lying around the room, making the parents and staff grimace as they tried to break it up.

Monty’s room was a little more organized and catered more towards older children as the gator showed them how to get a hole in one with a little golf stand while others played on the arcade machine. This reminded Gregory that the golf course was next on his list.

Roxanne’s room was very high energy as the wolf raced around with the other kids with driving wheels in their hands while making engine noises. Though when one tripped up, she immediately halted and gently picked the child up, reassuring him that “Even the most rockin’ superstars get hurt sometimes!” and carried him into the back area to where the medical staff resided with a worried mother in tow.

Stopping to catch his breath, Gregory finally made it to Freddy’s room, gaping slightly when he saw the queue nearly reaching the end of the walkway. He couldn’t even see inside due to the mass of people gathered at the curtains, forcing him to back up a bit and climb up on a bench just to be able to get a look in.

The room was painted red and blue to fit in with Freddy’s color scheme and decorated with bright lightning bolts and portraits of the bear himself. It was also the least cluttered as there were only a few bowling bowls, party hats and – of course – plenty of plushies to give away. But what caught Gregory’s eyes were the assortment of colorful drawings that had been halfhazardly pinned to the wall next to the make-up mirror.

It was true then; he really did collect kids' drawings!

Reaching into his own back-pocket, Gregory pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and opened it up, smiling a little when he looked upon his own masterpiece. All the animatronics were singing on a stage on top of the whole world, with Freddy towering over them wearing a crown and rainbow cape because why not?

It had taken him hours and an absurd number of crayons that he had ‘taken’ from his classroom, so a selfish part of him hoped that Freddy would pin it above the rest.

A flurry of movement in the crowd suddenly caught Gregory’s attention as the stewards moved them aside to let the animatronic move in. He felt himself get giddy when the bear greeted everyone and gave them a sign of the horns with his clawed hand, to which all the kids mimicked, including Gregory from all the way in the back.

As the queue started to move along, Gregory couldn’t help but start to feel impatient. Where was his mom? He thought she knew how important this was to him.

Forgiveness was suddenly starting to come in very short supply.

With a cross of the arms and a small pout, he watched as Glamrock Freddy took photographs, played with kids and even recognized a regular and accepted a drawing from her, praising her for becoming more talented every day.

Gregory’s chest tightened up a little at that.

Frowning down at his own scribbles, he didn’t even notice the tall figure hiding behind the golden statue of Roxanne that was trying to get his attention.

“Hey...! Hey Gregory!” A familiar voice hissed.

Startled, he turned to see that tall rabbit lady from earlier waving and beckoning him over. Blinking, he took a moment to look around to see if anybody else had seen her, half-wondering if she was some kind of hallucination at this point. When she beckoned again, he tentatively walked over.

Once again, she was hidden in the shadows, but the overhead lights made it a little easier to see more details of the suit, like the stitches that barely held the mismatched creams and beiges together along with a few patches of crosshatched red. It was like the whole thing had just been thrown together.

“Uh...hey...”

It took him a moment.

“Vanny?”

She gasped and gleefully put her hands up to her grinning mouth.

“You remembered!”

He forced a grin, trying to ignore the bristling hairs on the back of his neck.

“Sure.”

She paused and knelt down.

“What’s wrong? You look a bit down.”

This caught him by surprise.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. Just...waiting.”

Glancing back, he could see the crowds starting to dwindle as time went on, but still no sign of his mother.

“Ooh! What’s that?”

He looked down to where she was pointing and held up the piece of paper that he had been clutching a little too hard.

“It’s...um...just a drawing I made...for...Freddy,” he meekly replied, his cheeks heating up.

“Oh wow! Can I see?”

The very question he was afraid of. But she was already holding out her hand, so he couldn’t just say no.

She seemed to study it very closely when Gregory handed it over. He started to wonder if she was having to squint through the costume’s red eyes just to be able to see it.

“This is so good, Gregory!” She gushed, holding it up as if to show it off to everybody else in the mall. “You’re super talented! Are you gonna be an artist when you grow up?”

He looked down in embarrassment but couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. Despite how weird this lady was, she actually seemed pretty nice.

“Um...I dunno. I like drawing so...maybe.”

“You should definitely show it to Freddy, I bet he’d love it!”

Gregory perked up at that, but frowned again as he looked back over to the show room.

“I want to but I can’t yet.”

“Why not?” Vanny asked. “Ya nervous?”

That was true but he wasn’t about to admit it.

“My mom has the ticket for the meet and greet but...she had to take some kinda phone call and hasn’t come back yet.”

“Hasn’t...come back,” she repeated.

As Gregory watched kids and parents come and go, he hadn’t noticed that Vanny was staring right at him until the silence between them grew uncomfortably long. But as he turned back to look at her, she stood up and offered her hand.

“I know a way you can give it to him.”

A little perturbed by her sudden shift in tone; he looked at her hand but didn’t take it.

“Uh...how?”

“The VIP room, silly!” She said, her chirpy voice returning once more. “You know that one up at Fazer Tag? I saw you looking at it earlier.”

The one that was high up, he remembered. But... had she been watching him that whole time?

“That’s where Freddy and the others go for the secret meet and greets, where they give you their undivided attention.”

Gregory raised an eyebrow.

“I... didn’t even know that was a thing.”

“That’s cuz it’s secret!”

Okay, well that made sense.

“Usually only the rich kids get to go there but I think you’re much more deserving, Gregory,” she said, holding out her hand once again. “You only get today, right?”

The boy looked over once more. Freddy was waving goodbye to the last of the children as the stewards drew the curtains. He had missed his chance.

He looked back up at Vanny.

“What about my mom?”

The rabbit tilted her head. “I’ll notify the staff so they can let her know, then she’ll come pick you up when you’re ready, okay?”

There was a moment of hesitation but he knew she was right. He only had today and nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted.

Screw the rules.

With a nod, Gregory took her hand and let her lead him away to the Fazer Tag arena, not noticing that his drawing had slipped from her grip and she had let it fall into a crumpled ball as they walked away.

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kumkaniudaku · 3 years

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Understanding

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Recommended Listening: Understanding x Xscape, Purple Emoji (ft. J. Cole) x Ty Dolla $ign, My World x Asian

Word Count: 2,137

If you were going to win an award that afternoon, it’d be for attire, not confidence. Your expertly crafted golf outfit was the only thing willing your feet forward once you parked your car in front of Senior’s golf course.

Black women and men dressed like modern Jet magazine ads waltzed in and out of the clubhouse while you scanned the area for your party. You’d been to your fair share of golf courses, but none as exquisite as The National. Marble accents complemented modern brass finishes and unbeatable views of the city. The desire to take photos for your father was almost too much to shake, but you managed to play it cool. Acting out of place was surely some type of faux pas for the wealthy.

Across the way, Senior sat at the bar sipping a glass of water while thumbing through a newspaper. His furrowed brow was identical to Yahya’s whenever he was knee-deep in work or a good book. The mental comparison made you smile before ushering in a tinge of sadness. For two people so undeniably similar, they were miles apart physically and mentally.

You navigated through groups of young and old alike on the way to the bar.

“You made it on time,” Senior spoke without looking up from a story on education budget cuts.

“I made it with time to spare.”

“You don’t get praise for doing what’s right.”

“Think of how much better things would be if we did.”

Senior paused his reading to take a deep breath and shake his head. You mentally berated yourself for overstepping so soon. Not even five minutes into the outing and you had already committed an avoidable infraction

Yahya I prolonged the unbearable silence as he continued to read through another article, reading each line painstakingly slow while you watched in agony.

“I apologize. That was unnecessary.”

“I’ll ask you again,” he spoke, finally looking away from the newspaper to study your face. “Let’s leave the character right here. We’re here for a purpose, so grab your clubs and follow me to the first hole. I hope your game is as good as you are at running your mouth.” Taking his retort in stride, you quickly grabbed your set of clubs and followed with no objections. “After you.”

Senior found himself immediately impressed though he wouldn’t verbalize his feelings. He watched you breeze through each hole with near expert precision, opening a series of questions at hole 5 during casual small talk.

“Where’d you say you were from again?”

“A tiny town in South Carolina that you probably wouldn’t know.”

“Try me,” he answered while taking stock of his position on the fairway.

“Anderson, South Carolina. Home of Larry Nance and the great Chadwick Boseman.”

“Can’t forget James Kennedy, Young Lady.”

You cocked your head back in surprise. “What you know about Radio? I mean outside of what the movie says?”

Senior remained quiet long enough to take a hard swing. The loud “whiff” of his driver slicing through crisp, clean air didn’t match the stroke’s output. Both of you watch the golf ball sail high into the air before making a landing well short of the intended destination. Senior shook his head at the miscalculation before turning to answer your question.

“Black folks from all over are connected, even without all that Snapgram and Facebook foolishness.”

“I could argue it’s helped, right? How else would you be able to share your granddaughter’s first steps with the whole family?”

“In photo albums. You might not remember those, but they did us just fine.”

“Yeah, but it’s instantaneous conversation and information. Who wouldn’t want that?”

“Maybe instantaneous conversation is the problem. We aren’t making enough time to stop and really think about what we’re saying to each other.”

“Mm.” You let the conversation naturally taper before following Senior to his golf cart. The rolling hills provided enough scenery to keep you interested while you sorted the words in your head.

“I think we may have started off on the wrong foot.” You spoke once the cart came to a full stop. Senior trailed behind in silence, gathering a new club while watching you examine the other golfers in the area.

“You’re rather observant.”

You chuckled and plucked a club from your bag. “I’ve been told. Yahya calls me Eagle Eye when I catch something he’s already talked about ten minutes ago.”

“It’s what his Big Mama used to call his Pop-Pop for the same thing. That man was notoriously late to the punchline.” The nostalgia in Yahya I’s voice caught you off guard though he didn’t see your minor fumble. Something in his retelling appealed to your sense of compassion in a way that you considered long gone when it came to him.

“Let’s not beat around the bush. You have an issue with my presence that we should discuss. Because I can assure you, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bold,” Senior responded with a sarcastic laugh. He gestured to nothing in particular as you squared up to take a swing and nodded. “And direct. Continue.”

You took a moment to hit a line drive toward the green in the distance, using the movement as an outlet for the unexpected nerves churning your stomach. Both of you quietly watch the golf ball for its final resting place before you turned to speak.

“You are extremely hard to please, and it is literally ruining your family. Yahya does everything in his power, and, excuse my French, you don’t seem to give a fuck. Why is that?”

“What makes you think that my love isn’t what makes me push him to be the best that he can? It may not be the fluff and frills you’re used to in your home, but it’s what he needs to get him to his potential.”

“Did it help you?”

Senior mistakenly allowed a quick moment of confusion to take over his features. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You tell me. When’s the last time you enjoyed a laugh with your family or felt like you could just...be? You’re carrying a weight that is crushing the people around you, and you don’t even see it.”

“You don’t…” Senior caught his words and bottled them behind his lips. He took a deep breath as he approached his golf ball and took a half-hearted swing. Noticing his misstep, he shook his head. “I’m from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My father, Yahya’s Pop-Pop, moved my mother and me to a shotgun shack to find work when things weren’t quite shaking out back home. He was in and out of trouble and such. Couldn’t get right, but he had a natural knack for building and design.”

A nearby group of golfers erupted into laughter, helping to break up some tension.

“So architecture’s been in the family for a while,” you asked. Yahya I curled the corner of his lips into a far-off smile.

“A long, long time. It got us out of that shack when my siblings came along and into a house with our own rooms and a backyard. But, my father was a hard man. Hard to please, you know,” he laughed, making a reference to your earlier words. “He wanted the best from me, and he made damn sure he got it. I needed that to get my head out of the clouds.”

“You also needed some reassurance.”

“Perhaps. But, what’s done is done. I look at what I’ve built with no complaints, especially when it comes to my boys. I couldn’t be more proud of the men they’ve become.”

Senior’s proud smile almost looked foreign on his face. You’d never seen more than an indifferent expression or the slight twinge of anger smoldering behind his eyes.

Leaning on your club, you kept your eyes forward to gaze out over the course.

“Yahya would love to hear that. I don’t know if you know this, but he is desperately searching for your approval. There is not enough praise from me or anyone else that could replace knowing that you’re proud of him. Yet, as much as he would like to tell you these things himself, he’s afraid that you’ll think less of him for being vulnerable.”

“I could never think less of the boy. Tough love is still love.”

“Maybe for you,” you added, shrugging. “But, what good is continuing this cycle if it’s hurting the children you claim to love and the grandchildren after them?”

Senior dropped his head in thought before looking up with an unreadable expression. “Deuce will be fine. He’s all the best parts of his mother. I...I’m confident he’ll figure out fatherhood on his own despite my shortcomings. We raised him well.”

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping -”

“That has never stopped you before, young lady.” His light-hearted chuckle invited you to follow suit.

“Fair point,” you laughed. “So, let me cut to the chase. Allowing Yahya to just ‘figure things out’ is a passive existence. Yahya says you’re constantly reminding him to take things into his own hands. Sounds like you should take your own advice. Be the parts of your father that you needed at 33.”

Instead of acknowledging your advice, Senior twirled his club in his hand on the way to the golf cart. He maintained an impenetrable poker face that even the most skilled readers couldn’t interpret. You silently hoped that at least some of your words had made it through his thick skull, but you chose to let the discussion meet a natural end.

As he started the cart, Senior turned to you and smiled. “How the hell you learn to swing like that? I know it wasn’t in Anderson.”

“Hey, we play a little golf here and there!”

“Where? Out in the woods?”

“No, out in the Bayou like you did.”

A small smirk crept across your face as Yahya I chuckled at your joke. He sounded identical to Yahya, full of mirth and beautiful melodies.

“The ole Bayou,” he repeated in a thick accent. “You ain’t seen a place more beautiful in your life.”

“Maybe Yahya and I could visit one day.”

He quickly looked over and shrugged. “Maybe. For now, you focus on defending this lead. I think I’m getting back into my rhythm.”

Senior couldn’t make a convincing comeback, but he did show glimpses of a softer, more personable disposition. He cracked jokes on occasion and asked questions that turned the conversation from a therapy session to banter between associates. Your mind traveled to the possibility of civil family dinners or vacations during the ride home. Though it seemed silly to create imaginary scenarios after one conversation, you couldn’t help the urge to see a better future.

Your happiness helped you float into your shared apartment, making Yahya smile when he caught a glimpse of your wide grin and short skirt.

“Damn, girl,” he hollered from the couch with Leche cradled in his arms. “If Tiger was out there cheeked up like that, I might’ve paid a little more attention to the golf network.”

“Oh, really?”

Your raised eyebrow made Yahya kiss his teeth once he caught on to the joke. “You know what I meant. Where you been anyway?”

“Oh, I was just out doing a little golfing...with your dad.”

“Right. That was today, huh?”

Even Yahya’s best attempt at feigning interest, his question came out in a flat drone typically used on annoying coworkers. You dropped your purse and keys against a nearby barstool on the way to his spot on the couch.

“It was today. I think we had a good time,” you answered as you slid your arms around his neck from behind, placing a gentle kiss behind his ear. “He didn’t yell at me.”

“You must’ve kissed his ass the entire time.”

“No. We talked about how great I am at golf. I mean, I kicked his ass.”

“Good on you, baby girl. Bring honor to our house.” In a surprise maneuver, Yahya pulled you over the couch and into the space beside him. “Is that all?”

Silence blanketed the room, allowing the college basketball game in the background to have center stage. You considered your options carefully, weighing the pros of a potential argument against a peaceful Saturday indoors. Yahya turned his attention back to the television as he waited for a response.

“Did you hear me, baby? He didn’t say anything rude to you, did he?”

“No!” You blurted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly slid the remote off the coffee table and pressed the power button. Yahya blinked twice at his reflection on the black television screen before turning to you for answers. Your fingers danced across his thighs to interlock with his long digits.

“I think...I think we need to have a real talk about your dad.”

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sellina-skyfall · 3 years

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Dream SMP - The execution

Summary: What would have happened if there was someone else present for Technos execution? In other words, my interpretation of the scene if my character was in the Smp

This one-shot was heavily inspired/based on Sad-ist animation "Hog hunt"

This can be read as a xReader or as a xOc

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I was not used to feelings, it simply wasn't in my nature. You know, being a god and all. But, right now, panic was the only thing I could feel.

My hole body was shaking, eyes widen in disbelief as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me with horror. This was not suppossed to happen, they shouldn't have captured us, him. It had been a simple mistake, and now we were gonna pay greatly for it.

My eyes were especificly focused on Technos silluette, the usualy tall and frightening demi-god was now slumped over and unusually quiet. Shoulders tense and hands clenched, he looked about ready to slaughter the hole room without a second though.

I watched quietly as he scanned the room, gaze ever so jarring even with the oh so recognizable pig mask he wore everywhere. It didn't take long before he spotted me, it's not like the butcher gang had tried to hide me. If anything, they had made sure I had the first row sit to the execution.

Payback was what they called it, for not helping localizate the "criminal" that had destroyed L'manburg hundreds of times before. An so called enemy of the state.

Fancy words being trowned around by kids playing adults, that's all this was. A game that had spiralled out of control way to quickly.

I was only pulled back from my thoughts by Techno's booming voice, the roughness of it making me wince out loud. He had to been screaming before being captured.

-SELLINA, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!-

I wanted to smile, try and show him that everything was fine, try and calm the never ending storm that resided within the piglin' hybrid, but the constant sting on my wrists did not alow such a thing. Instead, a small whine escaped my swolen, bitten lips, tears slightly pricking the corner of my eyes as red marks started to slowly spread across my once pale skin.

Almost instantly I brought my hands up as hight as they were allowed to, the suddent actions causing the chains attached to the handcuffs to rattle rather loudly. Loud enough to catch everyones attention.

Still, my eyes never left Techno's face, not even after Quackity's voice reached me, half assed orders to stay put, orders that clearly fell on deaf ears.. My gaze simply stayed focussed on the hybrid, focussed on the smallest of changes in his half covered expression. His bottom lip trembled, tusks barring out in anger as his mouth descended into one of the most prominente frowns I've ever seen him wear.

RAGE

Our staring contest was put to an abrupt stop as Tubbo finally stepped up to the podium, his voice reaching even the deepest confindments of L'manburg. They really wanted everyone in this hell to hear the execucion. They wanted to make an exemple out of him, they wanted to prove a point to everyone that thought about revolting.

MURDERERS

-Technoblade has robbed our country of everything that made it special! Of everything that defines what it was!-

Tubbo's words were like knifes to the back, the little rasckle had the audacity to proclaim such words when Techno had been the one helping them get rid of Jschlatt. When he had been the one to give them armour, protection. Everything.

Technoblade had given them everything.

And this is how they decided to repayed him.

-If anything Technoblade has improved this nation you so call yours! Look around yourselves, do you think this is what a country is suppossed to be!? You claim you want the best for L'manburg and yet, here you are! About to murder someone in front of a crowd! And for what?! To prove a stupid point?! You are just as bad as your father-

I couldn't even finish my sentence before being rudly interrupted by the defening sound of glass shatering, purple mist quickly enveloping the air as a shadow imerged from the colored fog. My eyes immediatly widened as I recognized the person in question.

I shouldn't have felt relief, but I did. So much so that a smile appeared on my lips without me even realizing. Punz, it was Punz.

We're safe

The relief was shortly lived as Tubbo started screaming for Quackity to pull the lever. The lever that controlled the anvil that hangged over Technos head. The anvil that would decide fait.

The anvil that was quickly pumbleting towardwas the ground, and in Technos direction.

-TECHNOBLADE!-

The scream that tore out from my throat was loud, so loud and raw that even the ground and the threes shook, my hands desperadly tried to break free from the shackles that held me back from doing anything but espectate the tragedy.

For a moment time seemed to slow down, the screams and wails from everyone else seemed to turn into static, pure white noise as the world around us dissapeared.

This is it,

This is your fault

If only you had payed more attention

I could only watch in terror as the anvil descended faster and faster until –

The loud sound of metal crashing onto the groud almost made me gag, the bang had been so loud that I felt it echo through my body.

My stomach knotted into itself as I was hit with an extremely sick feeling, the taste of copper clear on my tongue.

For a moment I couldn't believe my eyes, I had to be dreaming.

It had to be a dream.

Suddently he wasn't there and then, he was. The echoy explosion was what seemed to bring back the word to it's original speed.

It took me a while, it took everyone a while to understand what the fuck had just happened.

There he stood, tall and proud.

Acting like he hadn't just dodged death.

A totem of undying

-You fucking sly bastard-

Nothing more was said, not that I had the time to. Before I could even react a dimond axe was trown down, expertly cutting through the cuffs like they were melted butter. Rough hands immediatly warped around me, forcefully pulling me up to my feet and leading me away from all the chaos going down.

I didn't even have time to process what had just happened.

It did click rather fast after I recognized the green cloak that covered the tall man that was currently grasping my hand. I honestly didn't even have to look twice to recognize it.

Anyone would recognize that cape from miles away now, anyone would fear the man behind it.

But not me.

No, I could never fear the man had managed to save my life time and time again.

-Dream-

He turned around to face me as soon as the name slipped past my lips, the unsettling smily white mask finally coming into view as we stared at each other for what felt like hours. We had just stopped at the entrance of an long dirty tunnel that seemed to go deeper then it should, in other words the end could simply not been seen from where we stood.

Next to us stood Carl, Technos beloved horse, the animal seemed somewhat relieved to see me, it's head coming slightly to the side as it rested against my shoulder.

No words were exchanged between us, we didn't need them. Not at this point.

Dream didn't hesitate in handing me a very familiar dimond axe, this one was enchanted with the stronggest of spells human kind had yet to discover.

It was slightly larger then normal, expertly decorated with gold and netherrite, a very prominent eye of ender keeping the hole staff together, and slightly breaking the color pallet with its vibrant green.

I didn't question how he managed to get my battle axe back, it didn't matter.

He also lended me Carl's lead, his touch lingering around my fingers for longer then it should. There we stood, connected by a feather like touch before the moment was broken by Technos voice. We simply exchanged nods before Dream disappeared into the darkness, quietly making his escape without anyone even knowing he was in the premises.

I knew Techno had seen us, it was probably how he found us in the first place.

There was no real reason so hide what has just happened. The piglin sprinted towards me, breathing slightly faster then usual as he checked me over for any injuries.

A simple shame of my head was enough to get the point across.

-We need to get out of here-

-You two aren't going anywhere-

Quackity's voice rang out through out the tunnel, eyes focused on both of us, mostly probably awaiting for any sudden and brisk movement's.

Techno was the first one to advance, pickax in hand as he lunged towards the offender. I simply stood to the side for a few seconds, gaze careful following both of their forms as they went back and forth for a while.

My wrists were still hurting from all the pulling I had done earlier, so I had no other choice but to stand there and watch. Either that, or I could endanger Techno by failing a trow.

It wasn't until Quackity steeped closer that I decided to take action. It had been an unconscious move, he hadn't even noticed me standing there. And for that little mistake he was about to pay.

I swung my axe as hard as I could, easily knocking him out of balance, as his expression mirrored one of confusion. Next, without hesitation I swung up, the sharp blade of my weapon cutting through his hand as a scream tore from his mouth. His axe clanged loudly onto the floor, and before he could even react Techno also swung up.

-I have a pickax and I'm gonna put it through your teeth!-

And just like that, the tunnel fell quiet.

Quackity's body hit the ground instantly, blood quickly pooling around his head from the blow he had just received to the face.

The staticky voice of the radio warped around his torso was the only thing that broke the silence.

Quackity was killed by Technoblade while trying to escape Sellina.

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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May I request some naegiri, with lee!makoto, cause we all know that Makoto is babey

Hi! Yes, Absolutely! I love Naegiri, and lee!Makoto Is super adorable! ^^ Makoto Is sweet sunshine child who must be protected.

I had fun writing this! for some reason my mind immediately jumped to Angst/Comfort for the topic.

I’m also sorry If this isn’t long enough, This Is the shortest fic I’ve written...

This takes place either right after the school went Into lockdown before the killing game started or in the middle of a non despair AU, It’s open for interpretation :)

Hope you enjoy!

Words: 1395

Characters: Lee!Makoto, Ler!Kyoko

SPOILER WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST GAME AHEAD

Weight of the world

“Good morning.” Kyoko greeted her classmates as she entered the dining hall, met with greetings in return she scanned the room, she noticed It was more quiet than usual this morning. Her purple eyes fell on an empty chair, one that was usually occupied by…

“Where’s Makoto?” She asked.

“He said he wasn’t feeling well.” Sayaka answered, hand In front of her mouth as she spoke. She swallowed her food and set her fork down. “He said something about a headache.”

Hmm… That’s not like him. He doesn’t ever skip breakfast.

Kyoko lingered for a moment longer before wordlessly going to the kitchen and preparing a plate of food for Makoto, Grabbing a bottle of water on her way out. “I’m going to go check on him.” She said over her shoulder as she made her way to his room.

She pressed her elbow against his doorbell and waited patiently.

Inside the room, Makoto groaned and pulled himself out of bed. “Just a minute.” He called to whoever was standing at his door.

After realizing he was still In his pajamas, He quickly pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt before shuffling over and opening the door. “K-Kyoko?”

“May I come In?” She asked politely. He nodded and stepped aside so she could.

She set the plate down on his table and turned to him. “I wasn’t expecting you to get dressed, You must be feeling a little better.”

Makoto’s cheeks flushed. “Uh, Not really. I just thought you might appreciate It if I answered the door wearing pants.”

Kyoko smiled a bit to herself In amusement. “I know that Sayaka said your stomach was hurting, But I brought you some breakfast. I think you should try to eat some of It.”

She purposely threw out the incorrect ailment, trying to trip him up.

Makoto, Being a terrible liar, forgot what he told Sayaka to get rid of her this morning. So he just nodded and went along with it.

“Makoto. What’s really wrong?” She asked, Stepping closer to her boyfriend. “You can tell me.”

“W-What do you mean? I just--”

“You told Sayaka you had a headache, And then just agreed to telling her you had a stomach ache.”

Makoto bit his lip and looked away, knowing better than to lie any further to the Ultimate Detective. “Alright. I’m sorry for lying to you, But I just didn’t feel like eating and I didn’t want everyone to make a big deal out of it.”

Kyoko put her gloved hands on his shoulders and guided him over to the bed where they sat down. “What’s bothering you?” She asked, setting her hands in her lap.

“I don’t… It’s just…” The brunette looked away from her warm gaze, biting his now trembling lip. “I feel… Hopeless.”

His eyes filled with tears as the feelings he’d previously pushed aside came festering back. “I’m supposed to be the Ultimate Hope, But I feel so…”

“So full of Despair.” She whispered.

He nodded, blinking away the tears.

“It’s hard being locked up here, I know. I can’t imagine the weight on your shoulders, You feel like you always have to uplift everyone and give them Hope. Even when you yourself don’t feel Hopeful.” Kyoko started, prompting tears to spill down his cheeks. “You feel alone, Isolated. You might even be angry to an extent that no one can see past that to your pain.”

She took his trembling hands in hers and stared Into his eyes as if searching the contents of his very soul. “But you aren’t alone, I’m here. And I see your pain. Your feelings are valid.”

Makoto wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and cried into her shoulder.

Kyoko ran her hands over his back in a comforting manner, not saying anything else so he had some time to process his feelings.

After a few minutes he calmed down and pulled back, wiping the tears away from his face. “S-Sorry about that…” He meekly apologized.

She offered a small smile in response. “It’s okay. Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah. I’m feeling better now.” He mustered up a smile and went to stand up but was pulled back down.

“No you aren’t.” She saw through his lie yet again. “I don’t like being lied to, Naegi.”

She spoke In a stern voice, However there was an unnerving edge to her words. Something that resembled playfulness.

Something that resembled ‘Makoto’s in trouble and about to get wrecked.’

“I-I’m sorry Kyoko! I didn’t even realize I was doing It!” Makoto panicked, His words flooding out like a waterfall. A very panicky waterfall.

Kyoko pushed him down and straddled his legs to stop him from getting up and running away. “I think you need to be taught what happens when you lie to a Kirigiri.” She smirked, shoving his shirt up.

“W-Wait! Can’t we talk about this-- Pfft n-no! Kyohohohokohoho!” He dissolved into a fit of giggles as he felt her gloved fingers scribbling all around his sides.

She smiled, The air In the room felt ten times lighter now that he was laughing. “Sorry, But no. We’re done talking for now. Now you get to laugh and think about how unwise It is to lie to me.”

“I’m sorryehehehe!” He giggled, writhing underneath her. He didn’t try to stop her though, subconsciously he must have realized he needed this attention right now.

“It’s too late for sorry, Makoto.” She teased, fluttering her fingers across his stomach. “Does this tickle?”

Makoto squealed and arched his back, which only pressed her fingers further into his ticklish stomach. “KYOHOHOHO!”

“Yes, Makoto?” She asked innocently.

“IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He whined, covering his quickly reddening face.

“Does It?” She smiled in amusement. “I had no Idea.”

The smooth texture of her gloves tickled like hell, and she was well aware of this. Kyoko wasn’t even tickling that fast or hard but Makoto was damn near In hysterics, Especially when she suddenly dipped down and blew a raspberry on his belly.

The Ultimate Hope screamed, Unable to form words as he laughed his heart out. After the third raspberry, He began pushing at Kyoko’s head In an attempt to escape. “KYOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

“Hmm. How can I be sure you really want me to stop?” She asked coyly, Dipping a finger into his belly button. “You keep lying to me, So for all I know… You want me to keep going.”

Makoto girlishly squealed and tried to suck in his stomach. “I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY FOR LYING TO YOUHUHUHU!”

“I don’t know, That could be another lie…” She smirked, Wiggling her finger faster. “Are you really sure?”

“YEHEHEHES! I’M SOHOHOHOHO SORRY!” Makoto cackled, Tears slipping down his cheeks for a second time today, Though this time It was for a happier reason. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

Kyoko pulled her hands back and climbed off of her giggling and panting boyfriend, coming to rest right next to him. “Are you feeling any better now?” She asked, turning over onto her side to look at him.

Makoto nodded slowly as he wiped his tears away with the heels of his hands and pushed his shirt back down. “Yeah… Thank you, Kyo.” He turned his head to look at her for a moment before leaning closer and planting a soft kiss against her lips.

“You’re welcome. Just remember, You may have a lot of weight on your shoulders, But you don’t have to carry It alone.“ She smiled, her cheeks tinting a pale pink. “Now come on! Let’s go get some breakfast.”

Kyoko got out of bed only for Makoto wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back down into the bed with him. “Can’t we just stay here for a while? I’m kind of tired…”

She giggled as he nuzzled into her neck and closed his eyes, gently she pushed him back. “No. I’m hungry, And you haven’t eaten either.”

“You can have the plate of food you brought me.” He offered.

“Nice try. It’s cold by now. Come on, Get up. Everyone Is probably wondering where I am.”

She had to practically drag him behind her, but at least he had some life back In him.

While things may still be super tense and stressful for Makoto, It comforted him to know that he wasn’t alone, And didn’t have to shoulder all of this responsibility alone.

#Danganronpa tickle #naegiri #lee!Makoto #Ler!Kyoko #dr1 tickle #THH Tickle #Poor Makoto #such a sweet child #Good thing his mean girlfriend was there to cheer him up #I love these two so much #Naegiri is one of my favorite ships #thinking he could get away with lying to the Ultimate Detective #The nerve #i forgot to add a tag #whoops #tickle story #ignore the fact that it's not where It should be #don't make it feel bad about itself it's already awkward enough #hashtag awkward tag rights

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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 3 years

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Allies + Canada and Axis + Prussia walking in on their toddler singing Disney songs while wearing a costume that matches that certain Disney movie (like for example Germany walks in on them singing I’ll make a man out of you and the toddler is dressed like Mulan, you decide the song the toddler sings that fits which country and who they’re dressed up as)

QwQ omg my favorite Disney princess is 100% The girl from brave! (I'm kicking myself for forgetting her name...) And you know this prompt is gonna be super cheesy lmao and I'm stretching it across general kid movies!

Dad!Allies and Dad!Axis catching their child dressed up as their favorite Character!

Allies-

America:

He could hear Monster's Inc. playing for about, the fourth time today

The only difference this time was he could hear his kid going "Rawr!" Every five seconds.

The man got curious and just about busted a gut from restraining his laughter.

His kid had Purple colored paper taped all over them. It was hard to tell but they were dressed up as Boo!

This gave him an idea!

Running up to this spare attic he found a purple blanket and an unused mop and some googly eyes.

Walking back to his kid he helped them get on his make shift Boo outfit, and the kid was ELATED about it. No more paper cuts for them!

The best part was when he asked them why they dressed up as Boo, they told him it was because Boo was brave, and wasn't scared of monsters, just like their dad!

Cue their kid getting America a box of tissues while he cried on the floor.

England:

He wasn't a fan of American movies, but his kid was, so what his kid wanted, was what they got.

It... It was Shrek.

At first England kind of disliked the movie, but the more he watched it with his kid, the more he liked art the interpretations of the fairy tale characters.

And this was an extremely special moment for england.

Around the fifth time watching it he saw his kid point to one of the characters and say "That's not what tinker bell looks like!"

England had immediately spit out his tea, and started questioning his kid about it.

This was how he learned that his child had the same ability to see fairytale creatures as he does!

Soon enough he had his kid running around grabbing different blankets and scarfs to try and recreate what she really looked like!

Now he has a child sized Tinkerbell running around, Tinkerbell herself chasing after them playfully.

France:

He has the whole Disney collection from start to finish, and it's terrifying.

His kid is also badly addicted. But especially to Little Mermaid.

The thing is, France has his child completely spoiled, and has a bunch of maids around the place. One of which loves nothing more than sewing together cute outfits for the kid.

It's not that France doesn't have the time, oh no, this was the kids idea, and their idea only.

One day, after a grueling work day, he's in his room, trying to rest. His kid comes in wearing a trench coat.

France is courious as to why, and his mood is immediately lifted as the small child acts out a shortened play of The Little Mermaid, all costumes included.

It was amazing how well they moved with all the clothes they were wearing, and taking them on and off again as quickly as possible.

By the end France had given them a standing ovation, and they both happily napped on his bed due to the amount of physical exhaustion.

You can 100% catch France bragging about his little star to the other countries when he gets the chance!

China:

China's rubbed off on his child with several things.

One of those things is his love for old culture and reminiscing memories.

so surprise! Mulan is 100% a movie in the house... Except his kid has become brutality obsessed with the dragon.

One day China's fancy res shirts goes missing, and he finds it on his child while they were watching Mulan.

Mimicking everything Mushu does.

China has to hold his hand over his mouth as his kid eventually trips over the long shirt and starts saying things like "This is disrespectful to dragons!" And "If this shirt has a cow, it is now dishonored!"

Eventually china, very shyly, dresses up as Mulan while his kid isn't watching.

The kid proceeds to act like they're meeting a princess at Disney, not recognizing their own father.

Russia:

Unlike him, his kid really, REALLY loves the snow.

It's something that he hopes his child grows out of because he's heard them sing 'let it go' about 50 times.

It was very cute at first. Now he wants to beat the CD with his pipe (and then America for gifting them the movie).

But then the SECOND on came out.

Now his child parades around as Elsa, hitting high sqeaky notes, and following around the cat.

Cat is having more fun then the kid to be honest.

Russia was about to try and distract his kid until they asks him to play dress up with them

The sparkle in their eyes made him immediately say yes.

They wanted him to be Christoph, and when he asked them why he just about cried.

"Your cool, funny, nice, and you have the same nose!"

That's it. That broke him, he's trying not to cry

Has never knitted a dress so fast in his life, and has a very similar outfit to Christoph as well, so the two of them are parading around the house with their cat trailing behind them. His own little knitted Olaf costume on!

Canada:

Canada's kid can be rebellious at best, but seeing them dressed up as maleficent almost made him choke.

Is his kid turning into a villain!?

Nope. Turns out they just thought she was really cool, and felt bad that she wasn't invited to the child's birthday, or whatever.

And to be honest, yeah, that's kind of cruel.

Canada had bought the Sleeping Beauty film via America's suggestion, and wasn't dissapointed.

And now it was totally worth it since his kid was going through their "I have one outfit and no matter how many times my horns won't fit through the car door, I refuse to take them off" phase.

He enjoyed watching his kid act out a happier ending dressed as the Disney villain. And even snuck a few pictures of them prancing around and singing.

It brought tears to his eyes knowing that no matter what, his kid can see the good in anyone, and maybe one day that will come in handy!

Axis-

Germany:

I need to make it immediately clear, that Germany and China now officially plan playdates for their Mulan obsessed children.

Except Germany's kid is obsessed with Li Shang, and the "let's get down to business" song.

He's so proud of his kid not being afraid to show their little clumsy moves in order to show people they mean business.

Even if he can't take them seriously when they are this small and cute.

It starts out when they wanted to be a character from Mulan on Halloween, not yet seen the movie, but all that was left was a mock up Li Shang costume.

It was game over.

The kid would sing to his German shepherds as if they were their shoulders and bark dog commands.

Germany is a proud father now.

And the playdates I mentioned earlier? Oh yeah it's twice as cute when you have a tiny red dragon going "I HAVE TINY ARMS I CAN NIT BE MAN!"

Italy:

Beauty and the beast.

Italy's kid adores Bell, and has memorized every line, and dance.

One point gave him a heart attack catching them climbing a latter.

The best part is, Italy kept his chibi outfit from when he lived under Austria's rules. Which was at some point died blue, but now he has a tiny Bell running around more than gleefully.

Italy even joins in with him, and honestly it's the cutest thing.

Surprisingly his kid is really good with singing, and this is their new favorite hobby now.

Italy is also really emotional over the fact his kid wasn't scared of Beast either. His little tike is going to be a brave one, Italy is going to make sure of it!

Japan:

Yeah, Disney movies don't exist in his house, but Studio Ghibli 1000% does.

His kid is obsessed with Ponyo!

One day Japan was really concerned over how quiet his kid was being until he found them in the koi pond, trying to talk to the fishes, and heard him name them Ponyo 1-5.

His heart dank because he wanted to tell them the fish had no clue what they were saying, but at the same time.

Kawaii overload.

Small child talking to the koi, and enjoying the water, and muddy rain puddles? Oh yeah. That's adorable.

Eventually he makes them a fish outfit and it's a good thing it was mostly foam because the first thing his kid did was splash around in the puddles.

Japan filmed it.

He's planning on embarrassing his kid when they turn 16.

It's payback for not letting him watch the movie with them earlier.

Prussia:

Oh no. His kid has become obsessed with Rapunzel.

"how is that an issue?"

Well when your kid developed some of your impulse control issues, you will find them trying to crawl out of a window to escape their unlawful step mother/Prussia.

He was extremely confused about it at first as well. Untill his kid said, something something RAPUNZEL!

Then it clicked, and he was able to laugh about it.

Prussia hasn't seen the movie himself, and when he watches it he thinks Rapunzel is so quirky and super AWESOME! Especially because his kid now has a bunch of yarn on their head.

Not gonna lie, they both dress up as Rapunzel and try and fight each other with the long wigs.

Which is a sight to see first thing in the morning. Just ask Germany.

I know I didn't answer the prompt exactly, but I couldn't resist making some wholesome content! Also-

HER NAME IS MERIDA I JUST REMEMBERED IT LIKE, 3 DAYS AFTER THE FIRST DRAFT! THE CHICK FROM BRAVE IS MERIDA!!!

#hetalia #hetalia russia #hetalia american #hetalia england #hetalia france #hetalia china #hetalia canada #hetalia germany #hetalia italy #hetalia japan #hetalia prussia #hows that for a tag list #hws #hetalia world starts

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