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thexianzhoujade · 3 months

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「 scary dog privileges | kiss (don't tell!) event 」 blade & cyno x gn!reader | fluff, established relationships | event entry. ↳ ohhh zenith~ (@lovingluxury), i'm your secret admirer for this year's kiss (don't tell!) event !! you get my very first attempt at blade, i'm so sorry but i'm so glad i got to practise him !! happy valentines my lovely, i hope this year treats you how you deserve it !! ↳ shoutout to my oc chrysalis for being on my mind for the entirety of blade’s part

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BLADE calls falling for you "a mistake," one that he made quite boldly. nonetheless, he only ever grumbles this under his breath and never actually aloud - he can't bear to see that faint grimace of hurt on your face. no matter how many times he says he doesn't care, he quite clearly does.

it's a well known fact that's not into all of the lovey dovey romance stuff you rope him into with a wide smile on your face, tugging his calloused hands in the direction of another pretty scenic backdrop for a couple selfie or when you place matching items into his rough palms. behind closed doors, he finds the pads of his fingertips tracing over the photo or item with some 'annoying' sense of longing.

blade is scary to a lot of people. he knows he is, it's unmistakeable when people cower at the sight of him. their eyes shrink in fear, lips trembling when they can barely stutter out words in his presence. this is precisely why he loves to loom behind you, even when you're unaware of him being there - in his defence, he's quite quiet when he tries - because the mere sight of him scares people off. you want to scold him but you're thankful for this newfound privilege when you're stuck in uncomfortable situations, regardless you know that blade wouldn't bat an eyelid and would simply ignore you.

he undeniably has a soft spot for you - this "mistake" of his. the other stellaron hunters pick up on it fairly quick, smug looks on their faces as they share glances every time the two of you are together around them. blade wasn't sure you'd get along with the stellaron hunters at all, can you blame him? they're an organisation that isn't exactly in anyone's good books. yet you seem to bond well with kafka and silver wolf... what a shame for him. unfortunately, this means he's prone to hearing silver wolf and kafka taunt him about this little soft spot of his; "what's wrong bladie? you're going soft," kafka chides with a sly grin, only to hear a disapproving grunt from the tall man.

in private, blade's personality doesn't change all that much. he's still grumbly, his scary demeanour hanging over his head like a guillotine thanks to his mara but there's a slight shift in his behaviour. he likes to lay with you, not that he'd ever admit that (aeons forbid if he did, he'd never hear the end of it.) in fact, it's his favourite thing to do, especially after a stressful mission.

when things get tough and the mara hurts just a tad too much, blade will always find a comfort in laying his head gently on your chest or your lap, regardless of what you're doing just so that you run your hands through his dark hair. just so he can feel the tips of your fingers rub against his scalp, feel the way you braid little - or big - braids into his long hair. he stays silent as you comb through his black locks, brushing out every tangle so gently he barely feels it.

he may claim that getting too close to you was "a mistake" but by the aeons, he knows damn well that he's lying to himself.

CYNO didn't intend to fall for you. it had been a mere accident but he'd never let the words 'mistake' fall from his lips, celestia forbid he even uttered 'accident' either. tighnari unfortunately had heard him say 'blessing' a tad too many times, however.

the general mahamatra... plenty of people in sumeru are relatively scared of him. why wouldn't they be? he's obsessed with his work, heavily devoted to his job of chasing down criminals and enforcing justice. even if they don't fear him, people most certainly know cyno - whether it be his name, his looks, his accomplishments or merely his rank title. despite this scary demeanour everyone sees when he's working, cyno really isn't as scary as people make out him to be.

cyno is incredibly self aware of people's thoughts and words about him. he knows damn well that people find him scary - that's the whole point of his comedy act and awful jokes he throws out without a second thought, his facial expression still as stern as ever as if he doesn't even find his own jokes funny. he tries not to let it affect him, in fact he's adapted; he'll use it to protect you.

don't get him wrong, he's perfectly capable at protecting you without instilling fear into the people bothering you but combat is tedious and you've scolded him many times for attempting to use hermanubis on some poor soul who rubbed him the wrong way. what's more better than looming like a threat, red eyes piercing into their very soul until they take the hint? sometimes he doesn't even need to go that far - the sight of him sends people running, they're not particularly looking for trouble with the general mahamatra after all.

despite trying to figure out how people work so he can soften the aura around him when people get too tense in his presence, cyno doesn't completely understand the lovey dovey things you rope him into. he understands to an extent, picking up the things you love the most so that he can do when you least expect it; he understands that it means a lot to you and that's all he cares about. you.

and undeniably so, he's ten times less 'scary' in private. kaveh and tighnari can't help but taunt him when he's brushing his tanned thumb over your knuckles, pressing slightly chapped lips to your skin in delicate kisses - what do you mean that's the general mahamatra? they'll grin but secretly, they're happy that cyno has someone that brings this side of him out.

one of cyno's favourite things to do outside of catching criminals so that they may face their judgement for their crimes (other than tcg...) is cook for you. when i say cook, i mean actual meals and not the rations he eats while he's out in the scorching desert or deep in the apam woods on dirt paths that have been worn into the grass from centuries of people walking through. he loves it, the idea of being able to provide something to you that he knows you enjoy and honestly, he's not a bad cook. however, you regret introducing him to non-native sumeru recipes when he mutters "wanna hear a joke about pizza?" oh no. even if you say no, he'll be quick to add "nevermind, it's too cheesy."

you're quite literally the most important thing to him other than work and if he has to use means he's not fond of just to protect that loving comfort you shelter his cracked heart with, then so be it.

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#— kiss (don’t tell) !#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#( sealed letters )#© thexianzhoujade #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #hsr fluff #genshin fluff

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quitealotofsodapop · 9 months

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More details on my "The Monkey King and the Infant" au;

Sun Wukong was given MK's egg by Nezha under the Jade Emperor's command. The Lotus Prince, equally disgusted by Heaven's order, promised to keep quiet on whatever the Monkey King chose to do with the egg.

The Jade Emperor, Lao Tzu, most of the Celestials and Demons that had past beef with Sun Wukong; All want this stone egg scrambled. Save strangely enough for Princess Iron Fan, who's already watching the baby stone monkey's career with great interest.

MK's egg being formed is "somehow" connected to Macaque being resurrected by LBD. Only LBD knows the true reason.

Sun Wukong and Macaque reunited during the process of deciding what to do with the egg. It wasnt pretty, but both agreed that it was an issue far greater than their estrangement.

The two wandered for sometime, just trying to find a way for the unhatched Stone Monkey to live in peace separated from the chaos of Heaven. Until they came across a noodle stand with an unusually familiar face.

Macaque initially protested leaving the egg with Pigsy. However, when the pig demon assumed the pair were down-on-their luck soon-to-be-parents needing a safe space to rear their unborn, he offered the apartment above the shop for free. Macaque was quick to reconsider his first impression.

The Monkeys, Pigsy, and Tang, are all co-parenting the little undercooked Monkey. It can be a little confusing when MK grows up and mentions having four separate parents but people are mostly polite about it. Uncle Sandy has been tagging in for babysitting duty ever since Pigsy caught a horde of Flower Fruit Monkeys filling in for their King on diaper duty.

Nezha pops in after a few months post-hatch, and pretty much cries in relief and shame that he suspected for even a moment that Sun Wukong would harm the little infant. Becomes MK's unofficial Fairy Godfather.

Macaque and the few Celestials who know of MK's existance call him "The Egg" long after he's hatched. It's easier to see him as something that can still be crushed. Macaque's title eventually turns into an adoring nickname. The Celestial's title becomes a threat.

Pigsy and Tang were legit unaware that the two Monkey Demons that showed up are the ones from the stories. After all, there's gotta be a bunch of them hanging around right? Right?

One day Pigsy walks in on MK's egg being warmed in a nest of heated blankets, and quickly puts two and two together. Him and Tang both agree that all these little details stay inside the noodle shop.

MK hatched surrounded by adoring eyes and a warm bowl of noodles. More suspicions are raised when he looks like a odd mix of the two adult stone monkeys. His offical name is "Qi Xiaotang", since he's the little piece of Heaven that the Jade Emperor cannot control.

Sun Wukong: "First one to get called Dad gets naming privileges!"

Baby MK imprinted a lot from Pigsy. Cue piglet squealing and grunts in addition to regular baby monkey noises. The sounds made during bath time got animal control called on the shop more than once.

Tang is still a big Journey to the West nerd. Him and Macaque sometimes grab cocktails and talk about relationship issues.

MK has built-in Gold Vision + Glamour filter. Its a little startling for demons who thought they had perfect glamours. MK himself looks just "human-enough" that he can pass as human easily.

Mei is still MK's bff. Although she's confused why he keeps saying she has scales. Red Son keeps running into them pre-Staff and is very annoyed.

At the time of the show's canon; Sun Wukong's Staff willingly gets removed by MK, tricked by PIF and Red Son. And the Demon Bull King aint happy to see a mini-Wukong when he wakes up.

MK: "My parents are gonna Kill me."

The waking of DBK, and MK inheriting Sun Wukong's powers, things get a little heated at home. Esp since LBD wants to "cash in" her favor to Macaque, old wounds get reopened, and the Jade Emperor is starting to realise that Sun Wukong didnt smash the stone egg and that Nezha has been covering for him.

This au is consuming me.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk au #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #freenoodleshipping #lmk nezha #the jade emperor #monkey mk

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yuri-is-online · 3 months

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I can get why yutus so afraid of azul. He's heard a hundred stories about a suave, smug, but clingy octopus and then he meets him and hes this possessive little swinderler who's trying to get him to sell his soul to him and fuck his parent lmao

referencing the tags on this ask about this au

Tako Yutu didn't have the easiest time as a kid.

He was a chubby little thing raised by a single parent who didn't have the clearest memories of his father, or of their past at all really. I wrote Yuu and Yutu as being a sort of outcasts in the community because people thought they were strange, and were skeptical of Yuu's amnesia. Azul! Yutu was really bothered by that, much like his dad he got bullied and sought solace in books, but unlike him Yuu decided to enroll Yutu in some martial arts classes and hey. He was pretty good at those, his submission holds are real bad news, even won him some competitions. But he's not some muscle head even if he sort of looks like one (he didn't really drop his baby weight so much as he did bulk up) so when he gets his first real look at his father... everything in him is screaming that this guy is sketchy. He knows that Azul and the twins are watching him even if he can't see it outright and to make matters worse, when he asks his parent about him they make a face. A face Yutu knows well that he thought was reserved for the annoying nosy couple who lived next door to you and not his father. His father who Yuu's few memories had made sound wonderful; his father who was supposedly talented and hard working, smart and proud of it, but so desperately in love with his parent they still longed for him with broken memories in a completely different world. His father who Yuu had said he was so much like.

"He's not a bad guy." Yuu says and Grim huffs.

"Don't listen to them Henchuman 2." Yutu has no idea how he feels about Grim calling him that. "Azul's reeeeeeeal bad news. If he's interested in ya' it can only mean one thing, he's after your tuna and he's after your magic."

"That's two things." A smooth voice says at the same time he does and for once, Yutu sees surprise on Azul's face when he tries to make eye contact and not carefully calculated confidence.

"Well they do say great minds think alike." His father says and extends a hand. "But I must say you didn't strike me as the shy type, it is Yutu right?" The way he says it, the way he shakes his hand, Yutu knows he at least suspects him. So he smiles and makes sure to make his handshake just a touch too firm when he responds.

"That's right." Yutu is impressed that Azul doesn't flinch even slightly when he pulls back his hand, if anything his little action makes his smile wider. "And not so much shy as just curious and knowing better than to poke my nose where it doesn't belong."

"Not until you've asked anyway." Azul really isn't content with letting him remain ambiguous, he thinks nervously glancing back to Yuu. "But still there really is no need to bother the prefect over such trivial things, if you have questions about me you can just pay me a visit at the Mostro Lounge. My door is always open to poor unfortunate souls such as yourself." Azul smiles at him and adjusts his glasses and Yutu is... impressed even if the thought of being alone with this man terrifies him. But he's going to have to be eventually, Azul really wants to talk to him for some reason and Yutu finds himself wondering if he's going to find it possible to lie, or just what price he will be expected to pay to have the privilege of keeping his secrets.

But when he looks at the way Azul talks to Yuu... he isn't sure if he likes it but he does find it funny. Azul is so horrendously down bad and Yuu is so unaware of it (there's a part of him that thinks Azul might be a little bit jealous of him which he finds really funny). And Yutu understands why Yuu likes Azul so much. He is everything they remembered him being: smart, ambitious, and motivated. It makes him a little more secure in his existence even if he doubts that Azul will like having a son like him. But that's ok too because a son like him is exactly what's needed to make sure his parents get to stay together in this timeline.

now if only he can convince him to stop bugging him for his real name

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #azul ashengrotto x reader #i was in a big azul phase when i wrote all this au stuff so azul and riddle yutu are more fleshed out than some of the others #idk i like talking about this au #and it is nice to be able to post something since my current work is still fighting me for every inch i am so sorry #meh i had a um picked out for azul yutu that required him to have a lot of physical strength to not get hurt using it #so he sort of needs to be stronk ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ but he still feels self conscious because his dad is a smort guy who dislikes muscle heads #... not that i think azul would hate yutu because he is extremely smart and good at reading people and more importantly #he's his c:#and that's really what matters #sorry for the essay in the tags i should be asleep

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cybiirz · 8 months

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ೃ⁀➷ DAYLIGHT ROBBERY

Gepard x Gn!Reader

Sypnosis : A renowned thief of Belobog. That’s what you were. What people didn’t know was that you actually did it for a good cause, yet they were too clouded by their sense of judgement to even think of your reason behind this. Seems a certain blonde haired Captain was no different. At each and every turn he is always there, yet at each and every turn you managed to wriggle your way out of his grasp. Whilst it visibly annoyed him, you were also unaware of the fact he appreciated a challenge. And if a challenge meant having to keep an extra eye on you at all times, well. He’d be willing to swim with sharks to do so…

WC : 1.9k

Warnings : None! The reader is a bit playful, you’ll see what I mean and there is a hint of a little crush between the two but not confirmed. Bit of Sampo is mentioned. Kind of fools in love..? Might make a part 2, only if requested to. Also, I made a minor modification, this takes place before the Stellaron was “defeated” so when the Overworld and Underworld were not yet connected.

Read part 1 || part 2 || part 2.5 || part 3

Virtuous. That was certainly one word used to describe yourself. Well, a word that people of the Overworld would use to describe you. For context, you were not a citizen of the Underworld, far from in fact. Instead, you were merely an above average person who roamed the Belobog streets. That’s what many others would say about you at a first glance and to be truthful, they were not necessarily wrong.

But they were not necessarily right either. As an Overworld being, you had privilege compared to more than average, which is why you were recognisable from a glance. While you were not really nobility per se, you were certainly rich. Your parents were involved with Cocolia quite a fair amount. They had worked underneath her wing for as long as even they could remember as she helped them climb the ranks. However, the higher they progressed, the less attention that was given to you became more frequent.

So you would typically expect for a child of such high classed parents to have strong beliefs against the Underworld and stay in that richie-rich bubble, would you not? Well, you can guess where this is leading up to. Of course you weren’t. Whilst you did grow up in luxury, many stories of the Underworldians were simply hard to believe in your eyes. So once you managed to get involved with a certain woman, who strangely enough looked quite manly and had blue-ish hair, that woman had led you down the furnace core towards the lower part of the city. Strangely enough, she had disappeared the second you stepped onto the dark slate flooring which left you to explore the place yourself.

And after delving deeper into the rumoured horror town, you had managed to learn that everything here was in fact, well, much better than that. Although a few scowls were given towards you, you were determined to learn more about the place. That was about a few months ago. Now you sat here with the children of Boulder Town as you played a game of Hide and Seek with them.

Now some people may think, what about your parents, your friends up above? Your parents were too busy to really pay attention to you which caused your early maturity. And most of your friends up above were bland and almost snobby sometimes. Apart from a few exceptions. But now you have grown to love the Underworldians more than anything, almost like family.

Which is what led to where you were today.

You were currently sat in a dainty little café, fairly hidden from the central area of Belobog. You sat with a cup of warm coffee on a small plate as you threw one of your legs to cross over the other. You flickered your gaze around the place discreetly before hearing a buzz from your pocket. Quickly fishing out the said device, you brought the phone up to your ear as you took a sip of the nearby liquid.

“You ready?” Asked a somewhat sneaky voice on the other end of the line. After gently removing the cup from your lips and placing it down, you stood up and plucked your bag from your chair and slung it across your torso.

“When am I not?” You answered, almost as teasing as the other voice. The line gets cut off as you place the phone into a secure pocket. All of a sudden, an object rolling on the floor could be heard as a few citizens turned their heads. Before anyone could register what was happening, you placed a mask onto your face as the object then exploded into a cloud of smoke.

The few people began panicking and threw themselves to the floor, covering their noses and coughing their lungs up. Your shoes clacked against the tiles, but the sound was blocked out by the terrified wails of everyone else. Quietly, you managed to make your way behind the counter after seeing the cashier make a run for it outside. You began reaching up and stuffing everything that could fit into the large bag.

Whether that be cartons of milk, as many pastries as possible, simple coffee beans, sandwiches. Quite literally anything and everything. This was all to feed the Underworldians. You would do almost anything to give those people the treatment they deserved from the beginning. But once the smoke was visibly dying down, you leaped over the counter and made a run for it, clutching the strap of the bag as tightly as humanly possible. You did your best to blend in with the few citizens who were also bolting away. As you were about to exit the door, you suddenly collided with a metal material.

Rubbing your head as you stumbled back slightly, your eyes trailed up, only to spot the Captain of the Silvermane Guards standing right there in the flesh.

Great, fantastic even! You thought to yourself. See, the Captain, Gepard, and yourself were not to be considered friends. Like, at all. If anything, people could call you arch enemies. You were a wanted criminal in the Silvermane books, which only made Gepard keep his eyes peeled for you even more. He never knew who you really were, thanks to you wearing a mask at each “incident”. But you knew he hated your guts, he hated anyone who went against the laws that Belobog had created. And of course, stealing was one of the top 3. So just to tick him off even more, you had grown aware that he disliked humorous remarks made in serious situations. Which had led to you constantly teasing him during your meet-ups.

“Captain! So great to see you again. Can I interest you in our wide range of coffees?” You questioned the shockingly tall man in an innocent sounding voice as you gestured towards the menu. Before you could make another remark, he raised his weapon, which strangely enough seemed to be a guitar case, towards you, causing you to put your hands up and beside your head as you grew a shocked expression.

“This ends now, thief. Hand over every stolen item in that bag of yours, and I will bring you to the cell in which you belong,” The blonde haired man stated in a firm voice. He stood tall and straight, emphasising his superiority to you. You frowned as you placed your hand on your heart before speaking in a solemn tone.

“And here I thought we were good friends Captain Gepard. I expected better from you,” You replied as you wiped a fake tear from your eyes. He did not react and simply held the case higher towards your head.

“I do not have time for your games. Hand over the goods and do not make this difficult,” He spoke in that annoyingly firm and unwavering voice again. Rolling your eyes, you reached into the bag as you began to fish out one of the boxed up pastries before you paused.

“Hey Captain, you know what my favourite part of this job is?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. He merely breathed in response. You slowly took out the pastry and walked towards him as he became cautious of your movements. Time and time again, you had slipped from his grasp, but not anymore. Today would be the day where the newspaper would have a big flashy headline of your defeat. He kept the case close to him and gripped it tightly as you came closer.

Still holding the plastic box, you held it in front of you, as if offering the pastry to him with a bright smile. The captain just stared at the box, then you, and then at the box again. He made no move to open it or to smack it away. Letting out a slight huff of frustration, you began to open the box yourself.

“Always have to do everything by myself huh? Well no matter, it’s just a pastry. This is my favourite bit of the job you know, giving my one and only Captain the pastry he deserves for his hard work,” Your smile was now sickly sweet as he became more weary by the second.

“Stop with your nonsense. You’re coming with me,” He began making his way towards you as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. You took the “you’re coming with me” as a proposal for a date and used that as mockery just to tick him off a little more.

“Such a shame, you just asked me out and here I have to miss our first date I guess. No hard feelings though,” You replied with a tone that feigned sadness and sorrow. Just as he was coming closer, the box began to rattle more.

And before the Captain could react to the shaking plastic, the pastry, which was supposedly a small piece of strawberry shortcake, blew up. Yep, a bomb encased in soft clay. But the smoke was not normal this time, no. It was sleeping gas, as the Captain had now begun to realise due to the effects.

His eyes slowly began to drift shut as his body became limp. He stood his ground as best he could but it was futile against the extremely strong substance. Eventually, he dropped the case and only held the handcuffs in one hand as he fell to his knee. He was breathing heavily which was a sight to see in itself. You raised your eyebrows momentarily at the sight in front of you. Well, he had his looks going for him that’s for sure.

Finally, the handcuffs fell from his hand as he propped himself up with one hand. The smoke encased the both of you, thankfully you were unaffected due to the mask planted securely onto your nose and mouth. But you kneeled down slightly and grabbed the Captain’s face in your hand as you forced him to look up at you. You let out a tut before speaking.

“So sad it has to be this way. I’ve certainly enjoyed getting to see you in such a state though, I must say Gepard. But i’ve bested you yet again dear, and it will always be that way. Don’t forget me now,” You practically whispered to him before leaving a mocking peck onto his cheek through the mask. Even more mockery. You weren’t even sure if he was fully registering your words as he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness.

You grabbed the handcuffs and brung his wrists together before tightly screwing the handcuffs onto them, leaving him defenceless, on his knees as he finally fell to the ground, blonde tussle of hair all over the place as the metal clanked.

This should certainly be a present for the rookies to find. You thought again. Suddenly, the sounds of footsteps against the stone pavement were evident as you swiftly ran out of the back door but not before taking one more glance at Gepard. Maybe one day he would catch you. But you knew for sure, it would not be any time soon…

Unbeknownst to you, during your little interaction with the Captain, he was still conscious enough to feel the material of your mask against his pristine skin, which only left him more flustered than he already felt in your annoyingly teasing presence. Safe to say, something would be clouding Gepard’s mind for a while, and it wasn’t the sleeping gas around him…

Author’s Note: Please please feel free to leave any requests as I would love to write all of your imagines and make you as happy as possible with them! Anyways, whoopee, my first fanfic actually posted. And of course it has to be with my favourite Belobog man. He’s just so idek how to explain it. I love my light haired men like, it’s indescribable how much I do. There’s just that element to them yk? Anyways, I seriously hope you enjoyed this and feel free to leave any requests at my front door!

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x you #honkai star rail x reader #gepard fluff #gepard x you #gepard x y/n #honkai gepard #hsr

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vmlnrz · 1 year

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M.K

sfw mostly, overstim, mildly suggestive

it's been ten minutes, give or take, your friend promised to be back soon. it might seem like she abandoned you but you know her. so you wait and wait. a red cup of some drink in your hand. you're not even aware of what drink it is. just holding onto the cup to avoid the awkwardness of fidgeting with your fingers. back leaned against the wall as the party goes on. you helplessly watch. and you helplessly wait.

you don't get along that well with kaiser. but you were given what he calls a privilege to call him by his first name. so when he sees you, you're unaware of what to do. you look away— a typical reaction from a loser like yourself. you bite the inside of your cheek and hold onto the cup a little tighter, as from your peripheral vision, you see kaiser saying something to his mates before approaching you.

you look back at him, still occasionally avoiding eye contact. he hits you with the "hey," as he gets near. you parrot that as a response. kaiser might always have a cocky smirk, but it's friendlier this time, you notice.

"you here?" he questions knowing damn well how you prioritize your comfort zone so much. you'd never attend an event like this. he knows that. the party music and your low voice only made him shake his head. he gets closer, leaning down to hear you properly. you tell him that your friend forced you and that you never wanted to be here. there's a little silence. and it's absolutely awkward. so you add that you're waiting for her. evidently.

he simply hums, running his eyes up and down before commenting on your outfit. criticizing and making fun of it. you ramble and tell him you didn't bother putting much effort. and reminded that you were forced. and that you never wanted to be here. you said it too longly, purely just to avoid being boring, and he finds that funny. adorable even. as he chuckles deeply.

he pokes fun at you, like a senior who knows it all. asking if you had any idea what goes down in these parties. obviously, you do. you tell him that. reminding him in every sentence that it's a hassle. him being a know it all is a hassle. you never wanted to be here.

from the corner of your eyes, you could see someone staring. you look to see few girls and maybe few of kaiser's mates glancing your way, then talking among themselves. you're not to be blamed if you think they might be gossiping. you quickly get aware of the fact that what they might see from their point of view— kaiser pinning you to the wall.

kaiser reads your discomfort like you're an open book. he asks if you're ok. but you don't seem to hear him. he decides to distract you and asks if you're aware of what you're holding. what content might be in that red cup.

and you actually ramble this time, your voice hints annoyance and irritation when you tell him that no, you don't know what drink that this. you're holding it to avoid any unnecessary and awkward hand movements, yeah that's what typical losers do, you're aware. and you're waiting for your friend but god she's taking long. you're getting completely exhausted now. you ramble all that to him. and you don't seem to stop until he holds onto your wrist. the cup falling from your hand, but there doesn't seem to be any importance in paying attention to that.

you get distracted for a moment. gaze falling onto the tattoo on the back of his hand. he has one on the side of his neck too. does it join? is it connected? you weren't sure. but you're back at feeling annoyed real quickly. you click your tongue and your eyebrows furrow. you were so very annoyed.

"hey," he tries grabbing your attention and you simply question with a low hum. he tests the waters, leaning in. now that he gets closer, your attention stays completely at him and him only. but at the same time, you're tired and growing a little subconscious with the irritation.

his grip on your wrist lightens and you free it from his grasp only to tug at his sleeve. "im not going anywhere," he reassures. he gets more touchy. just gestures to ease your discomfort. but there's only so much that can do till you're irritated again.

you don't realise the music getting louder when here, kaiser has leaned against your ear again, "push me, or hit me if you don't like this, yeah?" he tests the water again. mouth hovering over your neck. his breath, it tickled.

you sigh.

his lips felt soft. so so soft.

he pulls himself off. your eyes were closed. and now a little hazy as you stare at his. "c'mon, my car's out-" he cuts himself, realising it's better to carry you there than you make you walk. so he does. carrying you out in his arms like you were a princess or a bride.

the time was thankfully on your side, it didnt feel long till you got to his car. in his car, on his lap. he made you straddle him. hands rubbing on your back soothingly. the dim warm light felt calming. it's quieter. it's nicer. he asks again if you're alright and you answer him properly saying you're much better now.

you trace the tattoo on his neck. it's pretty. you tell him that. he tell you about it— you being right about it being swirling thorns trailing to the back of his hand. you trace the blue flower, making him smile as he leans in, kissing your jaw and going lower. dragging his mouth on your neck and collarbones so chastely. he parts to capture your lips with his just as delicately. the kiss so pillowy and feathery, never wanting to stop. but the time wasn't with you again as your phone interrupts loudly.

still, you were proud of yourself for believing that your friend wouldn't ditch you.

#PARTY AT THE HAITANIS YO🔥🔥🔥🔥#old school wattpad vibes maybe maybe #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #kaiser x reader #micheal kaiser #blue lock

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Different Stages of Life AU - First Sleepover Pt. 1

It's the very first time that Angel stayed at Sephiroth's place for a sleepover. Of course, he's very nervous about it, but also happy in a way? But first, let's see how it all came to be. And I kind of have a hunch whose idea it was~ Words: 1,138 words Characters: 6,248 characters

Sephiroth found himself in a distressful situation and Mother Jenova couldn't help herself to feel joyous about it. The reason for that was, once again, Angel, who happened to catch him unawares at the kindergarten the other day.

Every Monday, the children got the opportunity to freely share their adventures of their weekends in their respective morning circle. Angel chose to tell everyone about how much fun she had spending her weekend alone with her grandmother. They had gone on an excursion at the local zoo and her stepfather even permitted her to take her camera with her to take pictures of the animals. Later that day when she was playing house with two of her friends, she had the marvellous idea to spend another weekend with someone she liked. Despite the fact that she was technically every child’s best friend, she would gladly choose one significant boy anytime above everyone else: Sephiroth. He was in the habit of making himself scarce, which made it hard for other children to find him. However, the good thing was that Angel seemed to be the only one who knew where to look. Even if she didn’t, she would track him down until she found him. But such drastic measures weren’t necessary since she knew Sephiroth well enough by now to know all of his secret places. And it wasn’t a surprise at all that she eventually found him at his most favourite spot in the whole kindergarten: the book corner.

If there was something Sephiroth hated the most, it was being disturbed while reading. Especially when he was slouching in his favourite armchair. And, yes, he may have made an exception for Angel, but that didn’t mean that she could enjoy the privilege of fools. To his cost, she played that card a bit too often… First, she slowly crawled up behind his armchair, and then jumped up to cover his eyes with her tiny hands to surprise him. “Guess who!”, she shouted while giggling playfully. With an exasperated sigh, Sephiroth dropped his book down on his lap and leaned his head back slightly. “It’s you Angel”, he replied, stretching the vocal “e” in her name in the most annoyed tone of voice he could muster, “I told you not to disturb me when I’m reading… What do you want?” With an insulted pout, she let go and stomped around the armchair to face him, letting herself fall on the cushioned stool in front of him. “You know, you could really put more work into your courtesy, Sephy.” “And you could really put more work into respecting other people’s privacy, but here we are.” If this was a cartoon, you could’ve seen the steam hissing out of Angel’s ears. She glared angrily at his impish smile, which almost made her ready to burst any minute.

Sephiroth’s bluntness and quick-witted responses constantly managed to catch her off guard, yet she could never be mad at him for some reason. It was a trait she admired about him and sometimes she secretly wished to be like him as well in that regard, instead of resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

But she didn’t seek him out to squabble with him, so she quickly picked up the conversation where they left off. “A-ny-way, I wanted to ask you something. This morning, I talked about my weekend with grandma…”

Sephiroth only gave away a short “Uh-huh” while he switched his attention back to the book he was reading. Angel gracefully ignored it and continued speaking. “And I had much fun spending time with her, we even went to the zoo and saw a lot of animals!” Instead of giving her a proper response, Sephiroth simply kept silent and continued listening to her. It might not have looked that way, but even if he was occupied by something else, he still found the energy to listen to her. And Angel got the hint, so she speaked further. “And now, you see… I had this idea…” Like a scalded cat, Sephiroth’s head shot up and looked at her. His eyes squinted while he slowly set down his book on his lap again. Whenever Angel started a sentence like that, he always had a hunch that it meant trouble. “... How much time do I have to run and hide?” “You’re so mean! It’s not like all of my ideas are bad! … Only a few maybe… B-But this one isn’t, I promise! I’m serious this time! I thought of spending this weekend with you… And maybe I could also stay at your place…?” The confidence Angel had built up for this conversation seemed to vanish into thin air all of a sudden. She felt her cheeks burning brightly, and that right in front of him! It was so embarrassing for her at that moment that she wished she could just disappear off the face of the earth. A feeling she’s unfamiliar with since she used to be so bold and brave in front of everyone. But with Sephiroth… It felt different somehow… Sephiroth was flabbergasted as he expected everything else, just not that. Angel has never visited him before and on top of that, it would be the very first time someone would visit him at all!

The poor boy neither knew what to say, nor could he say what made his heart beating faster right now. Was it happiness? Or was it because he was on the edge of panicking? However, the overwhelming silence made this situation more awkward than it already was, so Angel promptly began to speak yet again. “It’s okay if you don’t want to! I just thought-” “No!”, he abruptly cut her off mid sentence, “I… I’d love to spend this weekend with you…”

Angel’s face lit up in excitement; her cheeks still glowing in a delicate rose, while Sephiroth’s gaze turned down to the floor, his cheeks burning in a deep red. With a playful giggle, she dashed over to Sephiroth and almost knocked him over along with the armchair, and trapped him into a tight embrace.

He accepted her embrace and even returned it, though he was worried that she might hear his deafening heartbeat. In fact, his heart was beating so fast that he felt as if it jumped out of his chest any second. “We just have to ask our Mommy and Daddy first though… But I’m sure that my Daddy doesn’t mind!” Angel’s voice and her bouncing brought him back to the here and now. He took a deep breath, trying to ease his nervousness that still ran through his body. Before he answered her, he nodded slightly.

“I-I don’t think my Mother would mind either. She will be happy if you visit us. A-And me too…”

“Alright! Let’s make it a weekend to remember!”

#sephiroth #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ff7 sephiroth #shatteredsilverwing #different stages of life au #headcanon #fanfiction #fanfic writing

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formulatrash · 1 year

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Obviously you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but was just wondering what you think of Lewis' vacation to Antarctica. I've seen a lot of opinions on it and it's made me quite annoyed

hmm, well. so: the bit of Antarctica that he's in is the southern tip of Argentina, not the island that we tend to call the Antarctic. which does somewhat make a difference because that's a place (not many but some) people live not a research station in a desert. there is a lot of tourism to this part of the Antarctic - cruise ships take people there to see it, you can organise trips there as a normal person. so he's not entirely flexing a privilege to do something only he could.

which doesn't, of course, make the environmental and social impacts of tourism in vulnerable regions any better.

for someone who genuinely cares a lot about animals and the environment, Lewis is sometimes really a dork about thinking things through. people shouldn't be that close to penguins and seals and probably a good idea to leave the scant amount of sheet ice alone and not treat it as a ski slope. Tierra del Fuego is often thought about as the end of the world; unfortunately, the climate is actually looking like that.

do I think Lewis is doing it with any malice? no, of course not. and maybe he has been educating himself while he's there. but there are far less environmentally impactful places to do that from; watch Frozen Planet, y'know.

the other factor is that Tierra del Fuego is home to indigenous people who are unlikely to profit from tourism and whose home is affected by it. Mapuche people, the largest indigenous group in Argentina, live there and so do Yaghans and other Fuegans. tourism affects indigenous people's rights to use their land, as well as animal populations and creating pollution and potential energy conflict.

so: there are lots of reasons why holidaying in Antarctica is not great and conflicts with a lot of what Lewis believes. does that make him hypocritical? yes but I suspect in an unaware way; he's sometimes extremely oblivious because he has spent his entire adult life in a very small bubble, which his efforts to educate himself beyond sometimes disguise how much those are things he had to do deliberately, not information that was fed to or came naturally to him.

I am not delighted he's done it. I don't think he intended to cause harm and would be worried by the idea he could have, if it was discussed with him. for someone who advocates conscious living he can be a bit live, laugh, love when it's something he wants to do and to be honest, there's a lot of childish delight at the idea of seeing the Antarctic that would probably enchant a lot of us given the opportunity. there are 200,000 people who visit Ushuaia every year, so there's clearly a market for it.

is it a reason to remember that Lewis, like everyone, isn't some sort of pure figure who can do no wrong? yeah. awhile ago I answered an ask that was something along the lines of 'how can you think Lewis is problematic' and it's like: because he's a Formula 1 driver. because he is a person who is honestly trying to do his best on a lot of things but who is still going to make mistakes. his ultimate priority remains driving a car faster than anyone else on 23 Sundays a year, not educating himself or other people in a mature and informed way and if you expect anything else from him you will be inevitably disappointed.

so: it's ok to be annoyed at him about this and still like or support him. it's ok to think he's the best F1 driver at advocating for things and also just a fucking idiot rich boy with zero thoughts in his brain sometimes. what Lewis has achieved and overcome isn't lessened or negated by the fact he did it while also being Just Some Guy Who Makes Bad Choices Because He Was Having Fun or whatever. blorbos are multifaceted and it's what makes them so incredibly tempting to like, put in a box and tell them no.

#f1 asks

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 11 months

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Can't be all perks

Warnings: heavy angst!!

I listened to this whilst writing

Thank you to everyone who voted on the who-to-kill poll! We're nearing the end of my Xue Yang writing era <3

Enjoy!!

Being a sect heir comes with many perks. The most obvious is, of course, financial freedom. The money. If you're the son of a sect leader, even if it's a smaller sect, cash racks in and you have nearly unlimited access to it.

Ouyang Zizhen has never been a frivolous spender, though - well, if you don't count his propensity for books, that is. He does have a large, diverse library of literature of all kinds, from all lands that merchants sell from, and he has no qualms adding more to it whenever the chance arises. He loves to read nearly as much as he loves to write.

That's another thing he splurges on - writing brushes and fine quality paper. He always argues that the quality of his stories should be reflected in the medium they are written in - a bit of an arrogant assessment considering most of his stories are... adult commissions, to put it elegantly, but this has historically been the only way for his father to be convinced that his son's hobby shouldn't be done away with in favor of something else, "more useful".

Well, to Zizhen, writing is very useful. Not only does he make some extra cash of his own on the side (that he doesn't have to account to anybody for, unlike his sect money), but it also makes him happy. He likes creating worlds, characters and convoluted situations to put them in. It's like mentally playing with dolls - or at least that's what Jingyi says, and Zizhen agrees.

The second best perk of being a sect heir is the fact that, with some exceptions, he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants to. He can even use the guise of "furthering sect relations" to travel to his heart's content, visiting his friends in Gusu, or even taking the trip to Lanling to gossip with Jin Ling.

He's been enjoying this perk a lot more than usual now that the days are longer and the weather has warmed up. The discussion conference is next month, which means his father is particularly busy setting up his long list of insufferable complaints, so Zizhen is free to roam the land for a few more weeks until his old man remembers about him.

Zizhen doesn't mind this one bit. He gets to visit high mountain peaks and beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea, fairs and festivals, faraway places he's only ever read about.

The third perk of being a sect heir is that he gets to help people sometimes only using his status. As annoying as his father can be, sect leader Ouyang has managed to gain quite a bit of a name after he sealed some advantageous trade deals and doing away with unnecessary expenditures (bless his new advisors!) - so now people respect his name more than they ever used to. In fact, after Zizhen's lectures in Gusu, he himself has encouraged his father take in more people to turn into disciples and set out for more frequent night hunts in the area. People needed help, and if the Ouyang sect could provide it, benefits on both sides would come pouring in.

Zizhen has always been like that - so very aware of his privileged position in the world and seeking to use that privilege to help the less fortunate. He knows the way the world works, has seen it firsthand in his many travels. The rich and powerful live in a world of their own, unwilling, or at the very least unaware, that, in fact they share that world with everybody else.

Zizhen has seen it all - the beatings, the abuse, the mockery. And so he swore to himself he is never going to be an accomplice to that. If there's anybody that can help, it's those that have the means to - politically, financially, through cultivation. And he's one of those people. He wants to be.

So, he doesn't regret this. It would be hypocritical of him to. In a way, he's always expected it would happen like this - because being a sect heir doesn't only have perks.

There are perils too.

He takes in a deep breath, and tries to sit properly against the tree, feeling the soft caress of the moss against the nape of his neck. It makes him smile, how he's never appreciated it before.

The wound in his stomach seeps blood over his ornate robes much like the nearby river seeps water down tall rocks, crystalline in the faint moonlight. He wonders if his blood glistens like that in the diffuse lighting, like fireflies dancing on top of a lake...

He smiles again. He really can't help being poetic, can he? Whatever could be poetic about somebody dying alone, in a forest far away from home, after allowing himself to believe a sob story about people needing help nobody else had bothered to provide?

Zizhen has always believed the world is full of good people, and so he has forgotten that there are bad people out there too. Bad people that hate him without having ever met him, people that want him dead just because of his name or the conditions he was born in. People that don't know how much good he has done, or the plans he has to reform his sect and help those that nobody has ever paid attention to. How much he disagrees with his father, though he loves him, how much he wishes that the name he carries will only be associated with kindness.

Zizhen doesn't regret this, no. He doesn't regret standing up for that young lady in the streets just now - those thugs were so much stronger than her, and they would have taken her away and hurt her had Zizhen not intervened. Who knows what horrors she would have had to endure had he not charged at her assailants?

It's better that it's him and not her, right? ...right?

There was no way for him to know who they were and what vendetta they had with his father. He would have still defended that young lady even if he knew, no doubt about it - but he would have tried to hide his face or conceal his identity in some way.

But he didn't, and it's too late for that now. At least the young lady managed to run away. Now that he thinks about it, Zizhen's dying a hero. An unsung, nameless hero, but a hero nevertheless.

He wonders if anyone will notice he's gone. They're used to him being away for long periods of time, so they probably won't. Father is busy with his sect business, mother is... not around. He doesn't have any siblings... his friends are all busy, living their lives in their own homes and sects... It will be a while before anyone realizes Zizhen has been gone for too long, and even more so until they find his body.

Or whatever will be left of him. There are many animals living in this forest, the moment they pick up on his scent, they'll probably...

Zizhen feels tears slide down his face. He really wishes he wasn't alone right now... He's always tried so hard to make friends and keep them close just so he wouldn't feel so lost and abandoned all the time. He always wrote everyone letters and invited them over and shared his passions with them - tried so fucking hard to surround himself with the love he always felt he was missing.

But such is life - the more you chase something, the further away it gets.

It shouldn't be so cold, it's the middle of summer. But Zizhen feels chills climbing up his spine, and a muted terror settles into his bones. He's going to die, he's really going to die, any moment now. He's going to die without having ever fallen in love, without having had a family, without having achieved anything at all. He's going to die and there will be nothing left of him in the world, nobody will remember he even existed in a few dozen years.

He won't ever get to see his father again, his home, his friends, he's won't ever get to finish all the books he's collected, he won't ever get to live again.

He wishes he could scream, but it all hurts too much, and his body feels numb and distant, his vision blurry at the edges. He thinks he almost sees them, his family, his friends, running through the foliage to find him, to hold him in his last moments.

But he knows that's not true. Nobody is coming for him. Nobody but death.

But there is something Zizhen doesn't realize, not as his eyes turn glassy and opaque, not as his chest stills and his heart stops beneath his ribcage. Not even as the tears and the blood dry, not even as, despite his last thoughts, his loved ones rush to look for him and break down in tears when they find him.

He doesn't realize he'll always live on, in the stories he has written, in the world he has created, his soul weaved into every word, his voice laid down in dozens upon dozens of pages.

Because, really, artists never truly die,and they're never truly forgotten either. There will always be something keeping them tethered to the world, something delicate and beautiful, something that will live on beyond them, beyond time - something love-shaped.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #oyzz #this hit in the meow meow im gonna go cry now

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thinfatfit · 1 year

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Ok two thoughts:

1) I hate how everything has to be like an academic global discussion. Like I feel like if to my friends I’m like that guy is so annoying they’re like ah yes it’s his white male privilege and the Eurocentric society in North America and I’m just like what can you fucking relax he’s just annoying and honestly you’re annoying too. Or even once I told my therapist that covid restrictions made me feel bad about not having a family bc lots of things were family focused and my therapist was like so you think government restrictions should change to be more inclusive of people without families? And I was like what no I don’t fucking know I’m just here to vent not to re strategize government covid policy Jesus

2) it is WILD to me how even after many years of being an orphan people still find ways to surprise me with how unaware they are of the differences in life with a family and life without. I recently switched jobs and told my friend how I hated my old job and she was like why did you stay and I was like ……. To not be unemployed….. to not die….. to not be homeless…… And ppl saying things like I would rather be unemployed than work there and I’m like ok well I don’t want to die so no I would work there. Or this one person telling me they would quit their job if they wanted them to do a project for an oil company, even if they didn’t have another job lined up. I was like ok cool bill gates. And people not understanding why I’m so attached living in my hometown and I’m like dude because otherwise I can’t live there I don’t have a family to go back to like use your brain and reflect for a second

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I read about jimothy and now I need to know more so 5 and 33 from the oc ask game 😔

help i named too many DA ocs with names that start with 'ji' so i deadass forgot who jimothy was for a second 😭

5 - how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

her style is definitely more on the practical side, and very comfortable, but the colours and patterns clash so badly 😭i wanna say something similar to what dandelion wears in the witcher 3, but without the jewelry!! (someone stole it they were tired of hearing all the clinking noise) if she had access to stick-on rhinestones she'd be unstoppable. all of thedas is glad that there's no big craft supply store yet

33 - if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

ooh i think that they'd be a mix of amused and annoyed? amused because she's just so full of energy and enthusiasm and it keeps a little hope in their heart, and annoyed because why is this 24 year old acting like a 12 year old. why is she fortnite dancing over dead people. but they're glad that she's taking this seriously and acting responsible when needed, so its ok. baby can try and teach a little whip and nae nae to the soldiers instead of having them train.

also cullen would love to throw her off of a cliff someday but he knows that his mom would say no to a little cousin throwing so for now he sulks. but he gets bullying privileges (on account of being elder cousin) so it works out for him for now?? (he is unaware that jimothy would love to stab him. as a family-friendly activity)

#meja's ocs #do NOT put sera and jimothy in the same room. someone will die on accident

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katastrophic-n3vulaa · 1 year

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Torn Pages: Chapter 5: Shut Your Eyes, Lest They are Stolen in Your Wakefulness

By: n3vulaa_undercover (Ao3) & BlueCalibriFont (Ao3)

Book Summary: Inumaki tears through reality like it's made of paper, and he and his classmates find themselves in a world not their own. Violence, sleep-deprived Gojo's and shenanigans ensue.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4: He, Shaker of Worlds (click!)

Next Chapter: Chapter 6: In progress

(Full character list on the Pinned post on my blog, or click here.)

Characters in this Chapter: Uchiha Sasuke, Itadori Yuuji, Inumaki Toge, Uzumaki Karin, Sukuna, (Mentioned: Gojo Satoru, Orochimaru, Otogakure shinobi)

Chapter 5 Word Count: 4876

Chapter Summary:

Inumaki and Itadori execute their escape.

Sasuke gets dragged along for the ride.

They meet a friend.

Chapter Notes:

Blue: Someone should really revoke my Sukuna privileges'. I have too much fun with him.

Kat: no Sukuna makes crack! but your Sukuna privileges will be revoked as soon as you give him a perspective. unless it really calls for it! (also, sorry guys for the amount of POV switches in this chapter. it starts with sasuke, then switches to yuuji, karin at the end, and in brackets, toge has some time to shine with his little, exhausted, annoyed and migraine-induced sarcastic thoughts!)

Chapter 5:

Orochimaru walks out of the cell, a contemplative look on his face that soon morphs into a poisonous scowl. The toxic green of the test tubes paint his face the same noxious hue as the room around him.

“Watch them.” The Sannin spits, before stalking out of the room.

Sasuke stares after the receding form of the snake-like Shinobi. Not much can make frustrate the experienced warrior, and he’s only seen Orochimaru this furious once before- after Kabuto had killed a test subject nearing success. He should probably stay out of his mentor’s way for the coming few days

Walking to the door beside the cell, he enters the room to the side of it, with a wall made of one-way chakra-suppressing glass. He sees the white-haired, unconscious one - hair a similar shade to Kakashi, just lighter, his traitorous brain whispers – curled against the wall and trembling minutely. He's covered in blood, the red liquid dribbling sluggishly from his mouth which have strange marks on either side of his lips, maybe a clan marking he doesn't recognize, and staining the yellow top that seems far too big for him.

The other one, with dull rose-pink hair, almost like Sakura's, no stop- bends over, away from the white one and starts retching. Well, it looks like he’s gagging, he can't really see from this angle. Sasuke activates his Sharingan, and crouches down to see what the pink one is doing. It looks like he’s talking- Sasuke hasn’t yet learned how to channel chakra to body parts to enhance his other senses, so unable to listen in on the seemingly one-sided conversation he settles for watching.

The pink one’s hands go up to his cheek, and they come away coated in bile and semi-digested food. Sasuke catches a brief glimpse of a mouth-like opening, but it smooths into normal skin too fast for him to get a good look at it.

There's a severed finger on the ground now- had Pink-Hair eaten it and then vomited it out? Frankly, he's used to gore and violence now, accepted it as part and parcel of being born into this world. But still, the bloody finger lying in the puddle of vomit is slightly disconcerting.

The pink one pauses for a second, before saying something. He looks upset, angry, and Sasuke has to wonder if he's unaware that there could be people watching him, or if he just wears his feelings on his sleeve like that idiot Naruto. (stop thinking about them, they're not here and they can't help you, they never could-)

Either way, he can't be a very good shinobi if he's that emotional. If he even is a shinobi in the first place.

Pink-Hair suddenly turns around sharply to look at his...teammate? Partner? at his fellow inmate, who Sasuke had previously assumed to be unconscious. The assumption is quickly proven to be false when the injured prisoner shifts and grimaces, seemingly in response to something the other said.

Pink-Hair frowns and opens his mouth again. The white one sighs irritably at whatever he'd been told, before coughing up a lungful of blood. Well, that’s why the front of the red, Sasuke thinks. Sasuke internally winces at the sheer amount of blood the prisoner is spewing- he must have some severe internal injuries. Hopefully he won't die of it, Orochimaru would not be pleased if he came back to find one of his new test subjects dead.

The coughing fit subsides, and Pink-Hair visibly relaxes. So, they're close then- most don't express that kind of blatant, genuine relief for a pawn, or an expendable teammate.

The white-haired one starts making gestures with his hands, and Sasuke briefly tenses, wondering if this is an attempt at a Jutsu, before realizing that it seems to be more a form of sign language. Oh- that makes sense, if he can't so much as exhale too intensely without coughing up his internal organs then the white-haired test subject would need an alternate way to communicate with his friend.

There's a pause, then the white one glares at the pink one, evidently exasperated with his teammate’s(?) inability to understand him. It's oddly reminiscent of how Sakura would look at Naruto when he did or said something particularly stupid. (He needs to stop thinking about them, they aren't important, and they never were. All that matters now is That Man.)

There is a longer pause, more awkward this time - if he’s reading the room correctly - and the white one’s gaze drifts to Sasuke, and he startles badly - how? He shouldn't be able to sense anything through the glass, even Karin can’t- but the white-haired test subject’s eyes soon pass him over to stare at the regurgitated finger.

Oh. He must've overreacted. There was no way the test subject had seen through the glass, he must've just happened to glance in Sasuke's general direction. Pink-Hair outwardly winces as he tracks his friend’s gaze. Sasuke isn't the best at lip-reading, but he can make out a few words presumably being said: "Oh... That... (I?) can explain..." Then, the white-haired teen leans over and picks up the severed finger. Sasuke blinks, taken aback as he watches the test subject methodically peel the flesh off of the now-visible bone. Pink-Hair screeches, loud and surprised, loud enough in fact Sasuke to hear through the partially soundproofed walls, “What the hell?!”

Sasuke has seen a lot of horrific things throughout his life. The gore and death typically associated with being a Shinobi, Orochimaru's twisted experiments- the dead, contorted bodies of his family, sprawled out unnaturally as his older brother stared at him with unblinking red eyes, face covered in even redder blood-.

And yet, there's something innately disturbing in the way that the white-haired teen- because that's what he and the other kid are really, teenagers barely, if even older than Sasuke - clinically scribbles incomprehensible kanji-looking symbols through the dried blood and other old bodily fluids on the floor with a determined, slightly manic glint in his eye. Sasuke can only decipher a few of the glyphs, not nearly enough to understand any cohesive sentences. He thinks they're questions though, even if they are in an unfamiliar dialect.

Pink-Hair has turned away now, looking vaguely nauseous at his companion’s actions. Sasuke doesn't sympathize, but the gory scene isn't pleasant to watch even from this side of the glass, so he does- on some level- understand Pink-Hair’s squeamishness. Sasuke blinks, surprised at the turn his thoughts are taking. He shouldn't be trying to understand test subjects, even if only to pass the time. Understanding will only make it harder to see their dissected corpses, or worse, their motionless bodies floating in eerie green liquid.

After a minute of uncomfortable silence on Sasuke's end, as he tries to ignore the whittling down of the finger-bone and the small, haphazard piles of flesh and blood so that he can focus on what is being written down, the white-haired test subject gets up with a wince and taps Pink-Hair on the shoulder, getting his attention. The other starts to read the kanji and Sasuke does his best to lipread the answers given.

“We... into... creepy lab... some snake... dragged... while we.. out.” “Snake...said...Orochimaru... think...to dissect...” “Don’t know what...cursed energy...weird… sparkly...don’t think...curse?” “...did follow us...didn’t end up...” “...don’t know… I don’t know… I don’t know.”

He should probably practice his lipreading. It would be a useful skill that'd come in handy when eavesdropping, especially if used in correlation with his Sharingan. As it is, he can barely make out the individual words of what Pink-Hair is saying, much less actually connect it all together into cohesive, understandable sentences. He thinks he has an idea of what the first two questions and corresponding answers were- Orochimaru's name was a pretty dead give-away. As for the rest of it, he has no clue. He has no idea what cursed energy is, nor why it's apparently sparkly.

Pink-Hair flops onto his back dramatically, drawing Sasuke's attention back to the two test subjects. “...need to break out." Sasuke thinks he says. The seemingly muttered words don’t make is already exhausted lip-reading skills any better. "...don’t want to be dissected...need to get back to school...-sensei freaks out...blows up another island.”

Blows up an island. Blows up another island? (Another, whole-ass, island, if Pink-Hair isn’t exaggerating- oh shit, he’s given them capitalised names, no longer just the pink-haired one, shit-)

He wants to pretend that he'd lipread wrong, that he'd misinterpreted somehow, but Sasuke has never been very good at denial. There's still a disconnect though, the inherent incredulity that comes with processing the sheer amount of power that must be required to blow up a whole island. He'd been unable to make out the name of the person this power supposedly belongs to, only their accompanying title of ‘sensei’.

They- no, the test subjects (don’t humanize them) are students apparently, ones with a teacher that they at least believe to be powerful enough to destroy an entire island. They'd also mentioned a school, which might be a concern. If they had connections, friends, someone might come after them. Someone like this 'sensei'. Sasuke doesn't much care for what happens to Orochimaru- The snake Sannin is annoyingly durable, more like a cockroach than a snake in Sasuke's private opinion. Yes, it would be inconvenient if Sasuke would have to search for a new mentor, one strong and willing enough to teach him, but frankly he's more concerned with becoming potential collateral damage in any ensuing rescue mission.

He growls in frustration. He has more questions than answers at this point, and most of the answers he does have make next to no sense. What he does know: - There's no way these people are shinobi. For one, they hadn't recognized Orochimaru at all. - They also don't have a visible hitai-ate, crossed out or otherwise. - Even their behaviour, the very way they move, talk and act is un-shinobi-like in a way that Sasuke can't quite pinpoint. (And yet, despite this, they're far to desensitized to gore to be mere civilian.) No civilian Sasuke knows would so easily touch a severed finger coated in vomit and blood, much less write with it. Hell, most experienced shinobi would be at least somewhat nauseated, or at the very least wouldn't default to that as a method of communication. So not civilians, not shinobi, not clearly allied to any nation and students, apparently students which implies that they're still only in training. - There's also the weird markings around the white-haired ones mouth, possibly indicative of an unknown, dangerous Kekkai-Genkai and all of this is without even thinking of the mouth on Pink-Hairs cheek that had thrown up a semi-digested finger-

Hell, Sasuke doesn't even know how they got into the lab in the first place. He hadn't been present during the break-in, and Orochimaru has been frustratingly sparse with details.

Well. The Sannin hadn't really actively chosen to withhold information, so much as he'd been ignoring Sasuke's existence- in favour of these strange intruders. Orochimaru's fixation likely means that Sasuke won't be learning anything useful for the next few days, at least.

Sasuke glares at the one-way glass, scowling at the annoyingly intriguing nuisances behind. He might just help them escape, if only to find who, what they are. It’s about time he got away from Orochimaru anyways, considering the body-transfer is meant to be ready soon.

He growls inaudibly and stalks out of the room. Screw Orochimaru's orders, none of this is going to help him kill Itachi. He slams the door behind him, the resulting bang echoing obnoxiously through the base, likely signalling to the snake that he's abandoned his position. Good, he thinks vindictively, distantly aware that he's reached his ‘quarters’. Let everyone in this miserable place know exactly what he thinks of being ordered around like a dog.

Booms echo through the base; startling Sasuke out of his semi-mediative state (filled with blood-red eyes and burgundy floors- no, don’t go there), as the sound of breaking timber and collapsing buildings follow. Since his- (the) conversation two and a half days ago, Sasuke had harassed Orochimaru into teaching him how to channel chakra to his ears to enhance his hearing. He practically throws chakra up to his ears and starts rapidly shunshin-ing towards the source of the commotion.

He gets there just in time to almost run into Pink-Hair carrying the other prisoner on his back, almost two hundred meters away from the gate. Pink-Hair startles at his appearance, before shifting his partner into a more comfortable position as he tenses, muscles bunching and flexing in preparation to resume running.

Sasuke can't help but balk at the disgusting, wrongwrongwrong chakra that permeates the air around these two. Even with the suppressing glass that had separated him from them previously, he wonders how he hadn't felt it before. He's not a sensor, but the air is so oppressive, so suffocating that he doesn't need to be.

Sasuke snaps back to reality just in time to see Pink-Hair make a break for it at impressively fast speeds (and there's no influx in that horrible, wrong chakra, at least none that he can detect, so how is Pink-Hair moving so fast, especially when encumbered by his friend-). Sasuke activates his Sharingan in a blink, eyes already burning at the chakra output.

As his eyes bleed red, he notices that Pink-Hair isn't trying to engage Sasuke in combat and is instead trying to run past him. A smart move, given that he's hampered by the teammate he's carrying. He's fast, Sasuke will give him that, but not fast enough to outrun Sasuke when he’s using (Shisui’s) the iconic shunshin. He shunshins in front of Pink-Hair, and forces more burning chakra into his eyes, sending out a mild genjutsu to incapacitate Pink-Hair. He has to decide whether or not he'll let these two escape. Right now, he's inclined to kill the both of them on the mere premise of their abominable, suffocating chakra(?), but he might just leave them to Orochimaru, even if only to find out why their auras are so wrong.

He's eying the white-haired boy warily when something tugs on his genjutsu. Sasuke doesn't have a chance to even brace when the curious pull becomes an inescapable black hole and he's unwillingly sent hurtling into Pink-Hair’s mindscape.

He's standing on a lake of blood. It's the first thing he notices, the rippling red liquid that seems too deep for him to be able to stand on. It's not staining his clothes either, not even his boots.

He looks up from the unsettling, impossibly firm red sea beneath him, and he catches a glimpse of four arms, six eyes alight with unholy glee, mouths, too many to count with whitebloodstainedserratedblunt teeth that gleam unnaturally in the darkness, all wrongwrongwrong, before the figure solidifies into something vaguely humanoid, white-robed and banded with ink-black tattoos.

They(no, it) resemble Pink-Hair superficially, same burnt-rose hair, same face, but even without the Sharingan Sasuke would know that this is not the escaped prisoner he'd snared in his genjutsu. This is something ancient, something dangerous. An apex predator, a natural disaster, a never-ending war all impossibly compounded into this unnatural, wrong Thing.

"Well," they rumble, echoing like the metallic screeching of an incorrectly unsheathed katana, the thundering of a volcano on the precipice of eruption, a snarling wolf- and Sasuke can't move, paralyzed by fear and horror and effortless killing intent, more than the Kyuubi and the profound sense of wrong that this being embodies, exudes with suffocating intensity.

"Aren't you just fascinating," they continue, all six of the blood-red eyes (so familiar) fixated on Sasuke. They lean forwards too-fluidly, bleached bull skulls beneath them creaking and cracking in protest. "Oh,” the Thing says (like he just walked into its trap-) “those eyes- are they a common thing in your world? They are just so interesting." The being smiles grotesquely, the shadowy afterimage that he sees from the corner of his Sharingan-enhanced eyes torn apart by the grins of three too wide, too many mouths- "I'd love to pluck them from your skull and study them closer."

Sasuke takes a deep, shuddering breath, and just like that he snaps out of his fear-frozen reverie, taking a step back from the satirically enshrined false deity, desperately trying to reel back his genjutsu, to flee the predator before him and something snaps, and the malevolent shrine fades from his sight as the beings final words reverberate through his entire body. "Until our next meeting then, little Chimanako no Tsukaite."

Sasuke takes a deep breath of fresh air, distantly noting the concerned glances of Pink-Hair (the real Pink-Hair, and not that mockery of a calamity) who looks distinctly unaffected by his genjutsu, and the suspicious squint of his white-haired companion. They are the last thing he sees before his Sharingan extinguishes, eyes rolling back into his skull, and he collapses into blissfully empty darkness.

---

Yuuji sprints from the broken door of the curse hideout that he'd kicked down with extreme prejudice. It’s so bright outside, so offensively dazzling that Yuuji has to squint to see where he's going. Inumaki-senpai is on his back, because Yuuji is being Cautious and Really Doesn’t Want his upperclassman to cough up more blood.

(See, Gojo-sensei, he can be cautious. In fact, he’s being so cautious that it’s capitalised!)

Inumaki-senpai taps his left shoulder twice to get his attention, and he spins to his left to see a really weird looking curse(person?) coming towards them. The curse isn’t very fast, but it looks annoyed. Can curses be annoyed? Well, Sukuna is permanently annoyed with him, but Sukuna is a unfortunate special case. On its forehead, it wears a headband with an unfamiliar symbol engraved on it. Maybe a sign of loyalty? Or something to do with its origin? It doesn't matter.

(Toge taps on his kohai’s shoulder again, a little annoyed that Itadori keeps drifting- but then again, with the oppressive, migraine-inducing, blinding energy, which is definitely not cursed energy, despite the fact that Itadori keeps calling it not-cursed-energy, which is better than calling it sparkly-cursed-energy. A little bit of progress is better than none, he guesses, so he resigns himself to be dealing with a semi-clueless kohai until he can get a pen and paper and write out some basic JSL.)

Yuuji ducks under the very old-fashioned ninja-knife and kicks the curse’s ribs in. The curse flies back, crashing into three other curses, all with the same headband, sending the lot of them sprawling into a wall. Yuuji winces as their weird, maybe-cursed energy flares. He spares a moment of sympathy for Inumaki-senpai, because his upperclassman is much more sensitive to both the maybe-cursed energy and cursed energy in general than Yuuji is. It's something he's rarely grateful for, but now, surrounded by headache-inducing, much too bright maybe-cursed energy that hurts to look at he is very, very happy with his choice of not bothering to learn how to sense cursed energy outside of his natural sensory range.

Yuuji puts on a burst of speed, taking care to not accidentally sprint headfirst into a wall. He'd also rather not run into (haha, Yuuji, funny joke) Orochimaru.

Finally escaping the building he'd been imprisoned within, Yuuji whips his head around, scanning for more attackers (that he really hopes are curses, because the idea of kicking a human’s ribs in makes him uneasy, even if it was self-defense either way) He doesn't see any threats at first, no sign of Orochimaru, the head-band wearing curses, or the diminutive silhouette that had lurked outside their cell. And then Inumaki-senpai tenses, and the air crackles with too-bright power as a figure appears from thin air.

They're young, don't look much older than Yuuji. But appearances can be deceiving, and Yuuji knows better than to underestimate someone based on age alone. His, because they look like a guy, face is bored, slightly irritated as if coming out to recapture Yuuji and Inumaki was beneath him. Yuuji readjusts Inumaki-senpai into a more comfortable position, before digging his shoes into the ground and launching himself at the nearby gate as fast as he can.

He feels the shiny maybe-cursed energy behind him recoil, and reappear in front of him, several times brighter and oddly coagulated around his opponent’s eyes, in a way almost reminiscent of Gojo-sensei's Six Eyes (And yet so fundamentally different that even comparing the two feels wrong). He can just barely make out the red glow emanating from the boy’s irritable glower when something pulls at him and Sukuna stirs. The King of Curses has been passively active since their jailbreak, watching their progress and being as irritatingly useless as always. At least he wasn't actively screwing with them, or talking. Until now, it seems.

His opponent’s eyes go wide, and then disturbingly vacant. Yuuji pauses, concerned despite himself. After an age of Sukuna's dysmorphic, active movement beneath Yuuji's skin the boy gasps, stumbling back, eyes wide and glazed over with fear and blood-red glow nowhere to be seen. He sways for a moment, before collapsing in a boneless heap. Yuuji half starts forward, before stopping, and his heart twist painfully when he looks at the unconscious figure.

Oh.

He looks almost like Junpei.

And maybe Yuuji is projecting, seeing things that don't exist, but that he desperately wants to, or maybe it's the way that the boy’s hair falls, covering one eye, but he looks so painfully like Yuuji's friend in that moment, face still twisted with the remnants of fear that Yuuji's heart aches for him.

What had the boy seen, when his too bright not-cursed energy had flared? Had he seen Sukuna? Had the curse hurt him somehow? He aims the question inwards, but Sukuna doesn't answer, unnatural, ever-present buzz fading deeper into Yuuji's body.

Yuuji can only close his eyes at the brief but intense wave of self-loathing that washes over him unexpectedly. When he opens them, he's made a choice. An impulsive, stupid one that Inumaki-senpai definitely won't agree with and that Fushiguro and Kugisaki would probably beat him over the head for if they were here, but a decision he will stand by, nonetheless.

Inumaki-senpai lets out a soft, surprised protest as he shifts his upperclassman into a more convenient position, and a louder one when he he shoulders the unconscious body of their opponent.

"Okaka!" He rasps, voice strong but still rough, once he realizes Yuuji's intentions. "I know," Yuuji murmurs, still not entirely sure of what he's doing himself, "but- but…" The kid feels like his responsibility, he might've gotten hurt because of Yuuji, because Yuuji was still alive, and he looked like someone Yuuji couldn't bear see die again-

"He's just a kid," Yuuji finishes lamely. "Besides, I don't know what Orochimaru wants with him, but whatever it is, it can't be good. Did you see those eyes?"

He can feel Inumaki-senpai's stare burning holes in his back, but after a moment his upperclassman relents. "Kaisou," he sighs bitterly, and Yuuji winces.

He takes a step towards the gate, towards freedom, the combined weight of Inumaki and the kid too much break into a run immediately when his stomach lurches abruptly and something-

c h a n g e s

Yuuji takes a deep breath and almost unconsciously his shoulders untense. Something feels right now- or at least better, because he's still surrounded by horribly bright maybe-cursed energy. Only now, it feels like he's been unknowingly walking uphill this entire time and the ground has finally levelled out into a flat surface. Inumaki-senpai too relaxes nigh-unnoticeably, breathing a soft sigh of relief. The kid (That he's... kidnapping? Maybe? He's still not sure) on the other hand tenses, and groans something indecipherable in his sleep.

"Tsunamayo?" Inumaki asks slowly. Yuuji assumes he's talking about the shift, so he nods. "Yeah, I felt it too. What do you thin-"

He's cut off by an ear-splitting shriek that comes from one of the buildings behind them, and he unconsciously goes to clutch his ears, only to remember that he can't because he's still carrying two people-

The scream cuts off, finally, and Yuuji turns back to face the buildings.

"It sounds like someone was in pain." Yuuji says indecipherably, staring in the vague direction of the screams source. "Kaisou, okaka." Inumaki replies incredulously, but flatly, as if he's already accepted Yuuji's tendency to recklessly throw himself after people potentially in danger. Yuuji smiles apologetically anyways, even though Inumaki-senpai can't see it.

"I'll get you guys outside of this... compound first. I'll circle back after I found the source of that scream, okay?" Inumaki digs his fingers into Yuuji's shoulder, and huffs. "Shake," he agrees reluctantly, and Yuuji grins, bright and cheerful. "I'll be back before you know it!" he reassures his upperclassman, sprinting out of the gates as fast as he can to find a suitable hiding place

Around what Yuuji estimates to be five-ish miles away from the base, he comes to a stop as a massive cliff is blocking his path. Well, it would be blocking his path if he needed to go further, but he doesn’t, so he walks to a boulder, and drops (gracefully), Inumaki-senpai and the boy.

Inumaki-senpai gets up immediately after, and scratches on the rock, with the finger-bone he still has for some reason, ‘I’ll get him tied up, because he was hostile.’

Yuuji sighs, but knows even if he disagrees, Inumaki-senpai knows more than him, so there isn’t any reason to waste what could be precious time having a semi-one-sided argument with his senpai.

He turns back to the compound and starts running.

----

Karin can hear the explosions of negative energy and chakra alike go off in the main building of Otogakure, the lab and the prison cells. The likelihood of the two t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̡̧̯̲̙̱̤̪̟͈͍͇̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠s̸̶̵̟̱̖͚̭̖̭̳̪̿́̈́͌͝͝ attacking her was almost astronomically low, so she closes her eyes and opens her Mind's Eye to See the world in its full form.

As she activates the age-old sensory technique, she Sees the lives of a few Oto shinobi flash out of existence as one of the two t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̡̧̯̲̙̱̤̪̟͈͍͇̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠s̸̶̵̟̱̖͚̭̖̭̳̪̿́̈́͌͝͝, the one with the Akuma no enerugī concentrated inside it, kicks a shinobi into the wall, along with three others.

She can see the other t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̯̲̙̱̤̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠, the Ɔ̴̸̵̶̴̴̶̴̸̴̸̷̴̴̴̵̵̸̷̸̴̞̫̫̲̱̳̗̼̺̜̩̟͕̞͉̠̩͔̂̏̀̐̈́̇̾̉́͐͆̑̀̀͑̀̿͗̈́͋̑͜ͅͅơ̴̶̶̸̸̶̶̵̴̷̷̶̷̵̷̵̵̴̵̷̶̤̣͇̩̙̜̩̥̟̝̳̠̖̣͔͕͕͖͍̏͋̅̏́͒̌̌̽̀̉̀̽̈̎̓̃͐̚͜͜͠u̸̷̷̵̷̶̴̷̷̴̶̴̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̸̷̧̢̥̗̰͍̗̟̩̟̻͕̜̹̣̳̫̪̯̓͆̋̈͂̓͒̏̋̔͋͐̔̊̑̈́͐̚͜͝͠͝ͅp̸̵̴̶̷̴̸̸̷̴̴̶̴̶̵̷̶̷̸̴̷̡̨̛̛̠̫̤͕̰̪̫̯̘͎̩͇̥͙̪̰͖̬̂̀̈̅́̔̈́̋̈̅̀̃̄͆̽̋̉͜͝͝ņ̷̶̵̷̶̶̵̵̴̶̴̵̶̵̷̷̵̴̸̸̴̡̛͎͈͚̝̲͇̫͎̩̠̰̝̟̦͖̩̗̓́͂̊̃̑̃̍̽̈́̿̏̑̐̒̈́̀̿̿̍͜ͅᴉ̶̵̷̵̶̶̵̷̸̶̴̶̵̴̵̷̴̷̷̷̵̢̢̨̧̧̛̹̦̹̻̗͖̼͇͍̩͓͎̮͔̠̬̑͋̓̈́̈́͌̍̈̒̔̽͋̍͊̆̅͂̆̚͠ʇ̸̷̸̴̸̷̵̵̵̴̶̸̶̸̵̷̸̷̶̶̸̢̧̛̱̗̠̹͖͕̩͓͓̲͕̦͇̪̤̙̬̞̈́̍̃͋̄͒̑̒͒͛̇̿̑́̐́͘̚͜͝͠ ͇̰͈̝͔̘ on the pseudo-jinchuuriki’s back. She then sees a burst of ozone-ash-snake-wildfire-oppressed chakra, who she knows belongs to the Uchiha, shunshin towards the two t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̡̧̯̲̙̱̤̪̟͈͍͇̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠s̸̶̵̟̱̖͚̭̖̭̳̪̿́̈́͌͝͝.

She tenses for a moment, knowing that although the pseudo-jinchuuriki is weighed down, Uchiha could be mortally injured in this fight. Then, she sees the negative energy of pseudo-jinchuuriki flare, but in sadness and grief. Oh. Recognition. The pseudo-jinchuuriki lost someone that looks like the Uchiha. Then, the Akuma no enerugī flares, and the genjutsu that Uchiha attempted to form on the t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̡̧̯̲̙̱̤̪̟͈͍͇̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠s̸̶̵̟̱̖͚̭̖̭̳̪̿́̈́͌͝͝, is torn, and the Akuma worms it’s way into the Uchiha’s mind. She focuses on it, expanding her sensory field, opening it to the negative energy. The Akuma is talking, but it is muffled by the distance. Then, the Akuma pulls out of the Uchiha’s mind.

And her Eye burns as the Sky ʇ̵̶̴̴̷̶̶̸̷̴̷̢̪̦̫̳̞̤̘͔͓͌̇̈́̈̃̀͒͑̏͐ǝ̴̶̷̷̶̶̶̷̵̴̵̡͓͍͍͚̳̞̃̏́͗̆̾͐̄̌̚͜ͅͅɐ̷̸̵̵̸̶̸̴̸̵̸̪̱̖̻͇̖͍̮̬̱̓̑̒̊̃͊̔̍̑͝ɹ̷̴̸̶̵̶̵̴̵̸̷̨̡̮̱̯̙̥̪̩͔͂̐̏͌͗͊͊̊̚͠s̶̶̶̵̵̶̶̶̴̴̴̡̜̙͉̰̱̦̗͕̲͂̊̓̿́́́͊̚̕ in two, as the H̷̴̸̸̷̝̭̼͔̗̊͛̈̚͘ǫ̷̷̵̴̷̰̪͕̫́̏͊͋͘u̸̸̸̵̶͎̞̳͉̤͆̑̾̒̚ō̸̴̸̴̵̥̼̬̣̙̍͐́̚ņ̴̸̸̶̸͍̖̪̺̉̉̆̊̔ɹ̴̵̷̴̴̩̥̦͕̟̀̓͌̅̈ǝ̸̵̴̷̸̢̤͇̱̦͌̐̓̈́̐p̷̸̵̵̶̭͈̘̗̹͂͌̀̓̓ ̷̷̵̶̵̭͉̼̳͒͊̀̓͗͜ŏ̶̷̴̷̸̼̥͎̖͖̾̃̊͂ű̸̸̸̷̷̢̢̜̞͚͂̄͑̕ǝ̴̴̵̸̶͖̲̦͕́̈̒̑̚ͅ rips his way into the world, leaving no way to return without a Ɔ̴̸̵̶̴̴̶̴̸̴̸̷̴̴̴̵̵̸̷̸̴̞̫̫̲̱̳̗̼̺̜̩̟͕̞͉̠̩͔̂̏̀̐̈́̇̾̉́͐͆̑̀̀͑̀̿͗̈́͋̑͜ͅͅơ̴̶̶̸̸̶̶̵̴̷̷̶̷̵̷̵̵̴̵̷̶̤̣͇̩̙̜̩̥̟̝̳̠̖̣͔͕͕͖͍̏͋̅̏́͒̌̌̽̀̉̀̽̈̎̓̃͐̚͜͜͠u̸̷̷̵̷̶̴̷̷̴̶̴̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̸̷̧̢̥̗̰͍̗̟̩̟̻͕̜̹̣̳̫̪̯̓͆̋̈͂̓͒̏̋̔͋͐̔̊̑̈́͐̚͜͝͠͝ͅp̸̵̴̶̷̴̸̸̷̴̴̶̴̶̵̷̶̷̸̴̷̡̨̛̛̠̫̤͕̰̪̫̯̘͎̩͇̥͙̪̰͖̬̂̀̈̅́̔̈́̋̈̅̀̃̄͆̽̋̉͜͝͝ņ̷̶̵̷̶̶̵̵̴̶̴̵̶̵̷̷̵̴̸̸̴̡̛͎͈͚̝̲͇̫͎̩̠̰̝̟̦͖̩̗̓́͂̊̃̑̃̍̽̈́̿̏̑̐̒̈́̀̿̿̍͜ͅᴉ̶̵̷̵̶̶̵̷̸̶̴̶̵̴̵̷̴̷̷̷̵̢̢̨̧̧̛̹̦̹̻̗͖̼͇͍̩͓͎̮͔̠̬̑͋̓̈́̈́͌̍̈̒̔̽͋̍͊̆̅͂̆̚͠ʇ̸̷̸̴̸̷̵̵̵̴̶̸̶̸̵̷̸̷̶̶̸̢̧̛̱̗̠̹͖͕̩͓͓̲͕̦͇̪̤̙̬̞̈́̍̃͋̄͒̑̒͒͛̇̿̑́̐́͘̚͜͝͠ ͇̰͈̝͔̘

Distantly, she realises that she is screaming her throat hoarse, and her eyes start to bleed. Distantly, she can taste the fountain of blood coming from her nose drip into her mouth. Distantly, through her near-blinded eye, still glowing white, she can see the Ɔ̴̸̵̶̴̴̶̴̸̴̸̷̴̴̴̵̵̸̷̸̴̞̫̫̲̱̳̗̼̺̜̩̟͕̞͉̠̩͔̂̏̀̐̈́̇̾̉́͐͆̑̀̀͑̀̿͗̈́͋̑͜ͅͅơ̴̶̶̸̸̶̶̵̴̷̷̶̷̵̷̵̵̴̵̷̶̤̣͇̩̙̜̩̥̟̝̳̠̖̣͔͕͕͖͍̏͋̅̏́͒̌̌̽̀̉̀̽̈̎̓̃͐̚͜͜͠u̸̷̷̵̷̶̴̷̷̴̶̴̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̸̷̧̢̥̗̰͍̗̟̩̟̻͕̜̹̣̳̫̪̯̓͆̋̈͂̓͒̏̋̔͋͐̔̊̑̈́͐̚͜͝͠͝ͅp̸̵̴̶̷̴̸̸̷̴̴̶̴̶̵̷̶̷̸̴̷̡̨̛̛̠̫̤͕̰̪̫̯̘͎̩͇̥͙̪̰͖̬̂̀̈̅́̔̈́̋̈̅̀̃̄͆̽̋̉͜͝͝ņ̷̶̵̷̶̶̵̵̴̶̴̵̶̵̷̷̵̴̸̸̴̡̛͎͈͚̝̲͇̫͎̩̠̰̝̟̦͖̩̗̓́͂̊̃̑̃̍̽̈́̿̏̑̐̒̈́̀̿̿̍͜ͅᴉ̶̵̷̵̶̶̵̷̸̶̴̶̵̴̵̷̴̷̷̷̵̢̢̨̧̧̛̹̦̹̻̗͖̼͇͍̩͓͎̮͔̠̬̑͋̓̈́̈́͌̍̈̒̔̽͋̍͊̆̅͂̆̚͠ʇ̸̷̸̴̸̷̵̵̵̴̶̸̶̸̵̷̸̷̶̶̸̢̧̛̱̗̠̹͖͕̩͓͓̲͕̦͇̪̤̙̬̞̈́̍̃͋̄͒̑̒͒͛̇̿̑́̐́͘̚͜͝͠ ͇̰͈̝͔̘ and the t̴̶̵̻̤̯̰͙͚̤͔̼͊̀̍̄̈́͌̍̋͌ŗ̴̶̵̠̜̥̗̗̤͍͓̫̜͍̟̄̅̇̀̀̊̑̔ą̴̶̵̧̦̮̼̞̯̪̈́̐̈̒̄͋̊͠͝v̸̶̷̢̭̣͕̺̯̬̙͔̍͋͗̊͆̾̀́̍͆͋͜ȩ̵̶̵̛͇̹̬̹̓̔̋̑̂͛͌͌͌̐̋̚͝ͅͅl̴̶̴̯͈̙̤̙̄̑̈̂̒͘ḻ̸̶̵͕͍͓̹͙̠̞̣̖̰͍͓̄̄͗͐̿͊̔̆͆̚͝e̴̶̸̢̛̪̳̝̙̯͖͖̜̰͎͊͊̈̂̈́͛͑̈́̐̀́͂͘ŗ̸̶̴̨̯̲̙̱̈́̀̍͗̉̓̅̐͠’s negative energy spike and recede into the distance. Distantly, she can see theƎ̶̷̸̸̴̶̴̶̷̵̴̵̶̶̸̷̸̶̸̸̸̡̧̰̞̭̯̮̹̜̹̤̟͇̥̭̞̝͔́͗̐͒́̓̅͆̽͊̿̐̇̋̏̆̏̊̆̕͜͝ͅͅų̶̸̸̶̴̴̵̸̶̶̸̸̷̷̵̴̴̷̴̶̷̛͙͉̪͈̘̮̱̪͎͎̤͕̼͓̟̯̮̟͂̐̔̔͆̍͋́̏́́͋́͗̓̈́̋̽̒͝ͅͅɟ̸̸̵̸̵̵̴̷̴̸̷̷̴̴̸̵̸̷̶̶̵̢̡̡̧̪̺̣̯̜͈̠͈̼̤̝̟͖̮̱̭̊͑͊͌͋́̍͐̓̀͑̈̈̿̎̒́͒͂̕͘͜ǫ̸̸̷̵̶̶̴̸̴̸̴̸̵̷̶̶̵̶̶̶̴̡̛̠̙̟̹̪̲͖̝̜̬̱̘̰̲̠̘̫̐̃̌͊͂̐̾̀͆͆̔̏̓̀̅͆̀̊͘͘ͅͅɹ̶̴̴̴̸̶̷̶̷̶̵̴̷̷̴̷̸̷̴̷̸̡̡̛̛͈̬̹̘͓̬͖̝̩̞̯̩̖͓̫̲̩̤̝͑̀̐̍́́̓͒̈̐̆̒̐͌̐̚̕̕̚ɔ̵̶̶̷̴̷̸̸̷̴̵̷̶̷̸̴̶̵̴̷̵̧̢̹͕͍̼̰͖̘͔̮̭̙̩̞̥̼̗̣̩͚̄̓̒̓̎̒͛̄͂̄̓̾͋̒̈͗̀̉̆̚͝ǝ̸̸̸̷̴̵̸̸̴̵̴̵̸̸̸̴̴̵̷̶̵̨̧̧̛͉̖͙̦͎̳͈̩̞̘̠̩̩͚͉͈̙͕̏̿͑̀̎̇͒̀̈́̉̏̌̒̏̈̀͋͌̕̕ɹ̴̵̸̷̷̶̶̷̶̴̸̴̶̵̴̴̶̶̴̷̴̨̧̡̜̥̯̱͔͔͍̺̺͚͈̫̞̹̹̤̭͎̃̋͑͂̎͑͑̿̏̽̐̍́͂̑́̋̚̚͝͝ close the tear. Oh, so distant.

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Yuuji enters the building where the scream came from warily. He turns left at the first hallway, because the right hallway is covered in burgundy, and it’s dry. He didn’t take long enough for blood to dry (he thinks) so that way is the second option.

He is almost immediately greeted with a girl lying on the floor with hair the same colour as the blood coming from her nose and eyes. He leans down to check her pulse- alive. Good. He sees a pair of glasses in her hand, and picks them up as he moves towards her head. There is an eye with a swirl in it, glowing white on her forehead. He goes to touch it, but flinches away when he does, because it’s almost boiling hot.

He is a little confused, because he cannot smell cooking flesh, so it mustn’t be hurting her. He shrugs and picks her up. Sukuna hisses like a cat in his head, Guide.

He decides to ignore Sukuna, because the curse likely wants a reaction.

He turns and walks outside, starting up a quick jog to get back to Inumaki-senpai and the Junpei look-alike.

(His sweet little kohai comes back with another person. פ̷̸̷̷̵̸̴̸̷̷̵̶̶̶̴̸̷̵̵̴̸̢̨̢̛̗̠̺̻̖̯̘̩͈̞̮͔̹̗͕̞̥̘̀̏̿̀̂̍̉̍͋̌̀̾̎̍͊͌̕͝͠͝ņ̵̶̵̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̷̴̷̴̵̷̷̸̷̴̶̢̛͈͔̙̜̬̘͙̖̜̞̺̣͔͇̼͙̠̜̿̂̈́͋̈́̅̿̈͌͂͒̅̿̔̆͌̚͘͜͝͠ᴉ̶̷̵̶̸̵̴̶̵̶̵̷̷̵̶̸̴̴̵̴̸̧̢̛̤̱̹̤͉̗͇͎͉̙̪̹̭͖̯̤͖̪̙͌̄̈́̓͌́̈̀̈́̐̏͂̀͗̈́̎̈́͛͝͠p̸̴̵̸̸̶̶̷̷̴̸̶̵̵̸̶̷̶̴̷̸̨̢͉̙͍̱̣͍͓͚̙̘̺͉̣̦͙̭͔̫̞̾͂͌̔̓̈̈́̔͛̌̐̿̍͛̈́͂̒͘͝͝ǝ̷̴̴̸̶̴̷̸̷̵̶̸̶̷̵̸̷̴̸̴̸̨̹͙̻̘̟͈̙̥̪̯͚̲͕̲̘͕̪̯̩͓̽̀͌̅̾̇̋̍͛̑͑́̓́̏͛̑̓͒͘͝ a forgotten part of his mind hisses. He doesn’t hear it.)

End Notes:

Itadori doesn't have the best understanding of how cursed techiques affect one's body: Inumaki actually wrote on the floor that his cursed technique doesn’t affect his lungs, but his throat and Itadori took that to mean that he can’t breathe correctly because in Itadori’s mind: to breathe equals air through mouth/nose, throat, lungs, and out is lungs, throat, mouth/nose.

(Glossary notes: Chimanako no tsukaite (血眼の使い手) User of blood (i tried to get google translate to say 'user of blood eyes', but it didn't work. just pretend it means that- please. also neither blue or i speak japanese, so PLEASE CORRECT ME))

Kat: sorry for the amount of time this took, i had a funeral to go to and it was far-ish, so i couldn't take my laptop and then i was emotional support for grandparents and cousins. soooo.................. E. Also, you may be asking: am I making Toge a semi-sensor? yes. You might understand later, who knows. (he's not on karin's canon level though, and not even near gojo's. however, for this, i am ramping up karin to a semi-BAMF level though. also don't worry, she's not nearly as annoying as in canon due to Reasons involving Very Important Lore that ends up being an Integral Part of the Plot. Sorry, i'm rambling)

Blue: I want y'all to appreciate how much work Kat put into this chapter. Like all the lore? All the hilarious thoughts in brackets? Courtesy of my fabulous cowriter.

Kat: THANK YOU BLUEEEEEEEEEEEE

Inumaki dictionary for this chapter (from what yuuji can understand, however yuuji isn't a professional inumaki-decoder, so some of these may be a little different): Okaka (bonito flakes): disagree/deny Kaisou (seaweed): reluctant acceptance: Idiot/fine Tsunamayo (tuna mayo): confusion/what was that? okaka, kaisou (bonito flakes, seaweed): stating his negative opinion with acceptance: no, you idiot/ fine, but i don't like it Shake (salmon): exasperated, in this case, like a parent: okay

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compassionatereminders · 10 months

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hi kat! this is not an uncommon problem, but i am struggling with what to do and would love your thoughts. i have been quite broke for the past few months as i’ve been unemployed and my family has been struggling financially. my best friend is extremely well off, uses her family’s money for purchases all the time, and is currently working her first “real” adult job where she does mainly busy work but makes a ton of money. she constantly is complaining about her job though and talking about how she wants to save money, which is annoying because she knows i am struggling way more than she is, but she keeps bringing it up. i am a very non confrontational person but i have a lot of annoyance and bitterness building up because it feels like she is just so so unaware of her privilege. i’m not sure what to do because i don’t want our friendship to be damaged, but i’ve been getting so frustrated, but i’m also terrified of starting any sort of conflict

You are creating conflict by storing up bitterness - it will only take a bit longer that way. And while I completely acknowledge the concept of privilege, the "I am struggling way more than you, so I don't want to hear about YOUR silly problems" is just not a constructive attitude to any relationship. So either you gotta work through that, or distance yourself before things do escalate

#chat with kat #classism tw

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vro0m · 1 year

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I didn't watch F1 when Rosberg was racing I saw some of his videos and listen some of his commentary , he never seemed a cunt like Alonso/Max just a bit annoying and lacking of some self-awarness , like when he said that he had "monster antibodies "

The lack of self-awareness, yeah, definitely. I wrote my impressions of him at some point in one of the 2014 reviews and I definitely mentioned the fact that he comes off as incredibly naive and unaware of how very privileged he is.

#f1 #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #2014 #vro0m's asks

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legion1227 · 11 months

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Persona 5: Review

I need to get my hands on Royal ASAP.

Like with Guilty Gear Xrd Rev 2, Persona 5, along with many other games in the past, and still to this day, was something I borrowed from my cousins and sat on for a long time before finally getting around to playing and beating. The copy of Persona 5 I borrowed was bought before the release of Persona 5 Royal. Not until recently, after putting 110+ hours into the game, did I finally have the privilege to finish it. As I plan on returning to the game soon enough, I realize I must obtain my own copy of Persona someday soon. As someone who is an avid fan of owning physical copies of media I really like or love, Persona 5 is something I want to display on my shelf someday.

If you're unaware of this classic, allow me to enlighten you. The game follows a high school student who, after being falsely accused of assault and put on probation, transfers to a new high school. You may name your character whatever you like, but they will also go by the pseudonym Joker. For one school year, Joker and other students awaken special powers lying dormant within them, leading them to become a secret group of vigilantes called the Phantom Thieves. The Phantom Thieves explore a supernatural realm created from humanity's subconscious desires called the Metaverse. Upon entering the Metaverse, Joker and his team meet various monsters they battle as they try and change the personality and hearts of many.

For the most part, the supporting characters and crew you assemble are quirky and incredibly likable. There's the delinquent Ryuji, warm-hearted Haru, introverted Futaba, and a handful of others to build a rapport with throughout the game. The only character we could play as that annoyed me was Morgana. Morgana is one of the first members you meet that joins the Phantom Thieves. Morgana, also nicknamed Mona, is a cat who insists he is not a cat for most of the game and also will prevent you from performing any actions and tell you to go to bed. His banter with the Phantom Thieves and frequent reluctance to let Joker perform tasks during the evening are irksome. I am endeared to the rest of the Phantom Thieves but not him.

There are other characters you can bond with at school, in shops, and otherwise. If you interact with characters like teacher Ms. Kawakami or gun shop owner Iwai frequently enough, you will develop a budding relationship with the character. The further you deepen a relationship with characters, the more benefits you receive in combat or while living life. The gameplay while exploring and fighting or living a life as a teenager is equally fun at times.

The turn-based JRPG has a simple battle system. You engage in battle by ambushing the enemy or vice versa. From there, turns are taken as you attack the enemy either physically with weapons, shoot with guns, or utilize your personas. The personas in the game use a wide variety of spells, including elements like ice or lightning and spells that buff party members or debuff enemies. Some spells will successfully harm enemies, others won't, and some will even heal enemies or reflect the damage onto your character. Figuring out the best option to take down the enemy, seeing the turn order, and switching out party members to compensate requires critical thinking during battle. It reminds me of Final Fantasy X, and I like that a lot.

While not traversing around a unique level design in palaces modeled after pyramids, museums, or space, you will be running around Tokyo, looking for ways to build your statistics or build bonds with characters. The numerous ways to increase stats and side storylines with confidants or supporting characters is a fun side story that I regret not being able to complete everything I wanted even after 100+ hours.

There's a lot I liked about this game. The way it tackles turn-based combat with style is charming. The soundtrack is godly, as my favorite pieces are the ones that play during combat and while at the cafe. The English voice actors all do a stellar job for each individual. And there's no lack of things to do in-between fights as you build relationships, statistics, find ways to earn money, and much more.

My problem with the vanilla Persona 5 is that there's no way to track how close you are to level up your statistics of kindness, guts, and otherwise. You perform actions and gain somewhere from 1 to 3 points, but it doesn't tell you how close or far you are from leveling up that part of you. Besides my problems with that and Morgana, I really liked this game. I heard that Persona 5 Royal adds more content as well as touches up some parts of the game. Someday, I'd like to get my hands on it, but as far as vanilla Persona 5 goes, it's just great. 4/5.

#p5 #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #game review #video games #review

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Are you still doing requests for the splatbands ask game? If so, can we get 6 with Omega-3’s DJ? I love them so much 😭

Yep, and I’m always willing to talk about splatoon ^_^

And you have just opened Pandora’s box btw

6: headcanons for ω-3’s DJ

They/them maybe they/he. Like 18-21 in Splat2 and mid twenties at most by 3.

A Goldie. At least, genetically so. They have the intelligence and perhaps the longer life as well, but the looks are… off. Their scales don’t grow in right and they’re not as shiny. More of a dull metallic olive at the very least. They’re a lil self conscious abt it…

Pretty smart with tech and also has some street smarts. Struggled academically though.

Some of their rudeness is just from being too chummy and lax with people way too early on but they’re also just very disagreeable. Contrarian for the sake of it. Likes arguing and annoying people. The respect they hold for others is low- and even those they do respect in their mind sure as hell aren’t treated with it.

Doesn’t totally hate the other two, they do appreciate their presence and talent (+ vice versa) but they’re just… idk this is just how they are. They want things their way they think they can get away with being a total dick. But the other two can also be unbearable so it’s all back and forth and depends on the day and situation

Gets along better with the drummer bc they’re closer in age + the drummer isn’t nearly as stubborn or critical or bitchy as a certain cellist playing fish is… the two might live together too. Cellist lives on his own though maybe.

The cellist is their favorite person to fuck with. They always get on his nerves and they see anything he tells them not to do or whatever as a challenge. They generally dislike his state of authority in the band as they think he’s a bit too restrictive (though he does give them some leeway) and judgy, so they’ll take any chance to knock him down a peg.

And the Cellist gets frustrated that they rarely seem to take things seriously and their general attitude and whatnot.

Party animal. Pretty good and hyping up a crowd and keeping them that way.

Impulsive, makes a lot of bad decisions they end up regretting in both mundane and very serious situations. It’s only when consequences hit them that they start to feel bad but they can’t really stop. Don’t know how, don’t know if they even want to try. But they are more than a little self aware of the fact it’s becoming an issue.

Energetic but carries themself with a sort of unbothered, too-cool-for-school vibe. They try to be chill but they do get excited quite easily. They’re confrontational but try to never seem upset even when words or actions cut deep. If all that even makes sense.

Rough childhood in rough area. Shitty parents and an ok ish older sister. Music got them through the worst of it though their mother was very unsupportive of their goals. Soo they eventually just left, got enough money to start off with some odd jobs here and there and later gained financial stability through the band and perhaps some other things. I assume Goldies get some privileges esp regarding trade and finances bc they’re valuable members of society by default.

Their relationship with their sister is rough. A little distant and they argue a lot.

Familiar with Dedf1sh and her music. Doesn’t know her personally and is unaware of her fate but knows what many others do: that she was a talented musician who disappeared without a trace. They really want to know what happened to her.

The whole Grizzco situation is actually rlly fucking them up. they’re terrified. Worried sick abt the future but trying to appear OK abt it. But their anxiety and despair over it is strong and they can’t hold it together for much longer

But they do like laughing at particularly stupid Grizzco workers and runs that end in disaster for ‘em.

ALSO. My hc nickname for them is L.S./Ellis. Bc. Loyal Servant > L.S. > Ellis. Idk if or how the titles will be localized but until then this is what I’ve been calling em mentally.

#I love ω-3 sm #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatbands #music is great designs r great #and the mental image of three fish fighting each other everyday to make music is hilarious #the loyal servant of the true salmon king hizunamasu #asks #headcanons #ω-3 #the faithful servant of the true salmon emperor hizunamasu

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