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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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Hi! ^^ I don't know if you're still taking requests. I'm kind of new around here.

So If you can, I'd like to ask for headcanons or a scenario where Ghost / Soap / König has a crush on a recruit girl who is a very skilled sniper, but is constantly underestimated and even excluded by other military personnel for being short and mute?

ghost, soap and könig crushing on mute! recruit! reader

tags: pining, eventual relationship/getting together, confessions, protective! simon, könig’s is really long i’m sorry 😭

johnny and könig under cut

a/n: aaaaa this is adorable

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ghost

he’s nervous around you ngl

full on like palms sweaty and mild stammering it’s so cute

the fact you’re mute is kind of appealing to him, he likes your company because you don’t bother him like johnny does, you’ll listen if he speaks and offer some communication sometimes albeit his sign language is rusty

the moment he realised he’s in love with you is the first mission you went on. he’s seeking you out, knowing he can’t ask your location because you couldn’t respond. he gets a little anxious due to the lack of communication, it’s what keeps him sane, knowing his colleagues are okay.

he gets you a special radio so you can communicate better, putting an extra button on so you could beep it. one for yes, two for no, three for ‘i’m in danger’, yet simon’s the only one to know about that last one

is extremely impressed by your aim, the moment he saw a sliver of a man in a window you took him down.

back on base, he notices other rookies leaving you out of training, so you’d have no one to train with.

pulls you from that training session and offers private training with him (1. because he wants to help and feels bad you’re being ostracised, 2. because he wants to spend time with you and be close to you).

when he confessed to you and asked if you felt the same he thought it would be the end of everything, but you gave him a kind smile and nodded- simon has never been so happy

he’s nervous about dating, it’s been a long time and he’s not exactly a model lover or a ‘good man’, so you’ll have to be a little patient with him

soon after dating, he sticks around you all the time, hovering in your space whilst you’re practicing longer distance shots

no one dares to leave you out of anything when he’s by your side <3

johnny

he immediately befriends you, happily chatting away- he does enough talking for the both of you

doesnt realise you’re mute at first, he starts to think you don’t like him until you give him a note explaining your situation, he’s so relieved

people leaving you out? not when johnny’s here! he’ll argue with people before pulling you from that training group and into his own- he convinced price pretty easily due to your file being full of good comments from higher ups + your aim was incredible

is literally your best friend when you join 141 and then ghost team, he’s all smiley and talks for you

he doesn’t even need to communicate with you anymore to talk for you, he’s got a sixth sense for that type of thing it’s crazy

the moment he realised he loved you was when he was done arguing with someone about excluding you, then when he walked back to you, you had a sweet smile on your face, thanking him

because you’re short, he’ll 100% use your head as an armrest btw

he confesses in a pretty old-school way, a note, flowers and a sheepish grin on his face

when you hug him tight and nod he’s over the moon, scooping you into a bear hug and kissing your cheek

he’s much more straightforward and quick than simon, so if you feel your relationships moving too fast you’ve got to tell him lol

adores you and always praises your aim on missions

will always stick up for you, no matter what.

will want you to meet his family- and he comes from a large scottish family so be ready for that 😭

will get slightly jealous when you befriend his baby brother, agreeing to play games with him- this wasn’t meant to happen, you two just clicked and now johnny’s stuck between you two

gets all clingy afterwards, asking for your attention back- he’s so childish sometimes aidjdifjdfkdien

loves going out to places with you, so 100% your first date is in a nice restaurant tucked away in a nook in his hometown :)

könig

when he sees you being openly left out of things he genuinely feels for you, considering he was heavily bullied in school

he even gets left out of things now, and he’s one of the top snipers on the force

approaches you, hoping he doesn’t look to intimidating, and asks if you want to train with him

he’s dreading you saying no, but when you smile and accept he’s quite happy

he’s used to training alone, so there’s not much conversation as the two of you work on your aim

eventually, after a few training sessions, he strikes up a few conversations.

gets extremely anxious when you don’t respond, because he’s too busy looking down his scope to look at you, and drops it

you catch on that he’s put off and give him a small note explaining you’re mute

he’s so happy you don’t hate him because deep down he wants to be friends

soon after becoming friends, you don’t care that you’re being left out of things because you just blow them off and go hang out with your extremely tall austrian friend :)

the height difference between you two is very noticeable so some other operators start calling you two ‘big and small’ 😭

you’re the first person he tells his name to, he wants you to trust him and also wants you to know he trusts you

takes time out of his day to learn sign language so the two of you can talk easier, it’s really sweet to peer into his room and see him slowly practicing hand movements

the moment he realised he loved you was when the two of you were in his room, some soft music playing as you wrote something in your journal- you looked perfect in the lamplight and he wanted to kiss you

gets extremely anxious over the idea of liking you more than a friend, he doesn’t want to lose this friendship and has never actually dated anyone before considering he’s such a loner

he asks you out in a completely different way. leaves a note on your bed but isn’t there at all, doesn’t want to face rejection.

it’s easier on him because if you do reject him he can just pretend it never happened because he wasn’t there

when you sign the note saying ‘yes :)’ and leave it on his bed he’s so happy, immediately running to the practice range and hugging you

people ask what happened because it’s so out of character for him to hug someone, and he’ll just state that something good happened

is a very hands on, clingy lover. he’s never been in a relationship before and he didn’t realise at the time how starved he was for any type of affection that wasn’t maternal (he’s a mommas boy come on now)

speaking of which, if you agree to meet his mother he’s gonna kiss you immediately. is so delighted because off base his mother is the most important thing to him

she’s lovely too, never pressures you to talk despite not entirely understanding why you’re mute. gives you plenty of austrian food you’ve probably never had before and gives amazing hugs, she’s so happy her son found a girlfriend :)

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kalki-tarot · 1 month

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Your First Date with your Fs! 💌

Pick only one picture. Kalki tarot is not responsible for any decisions you make in your life from this reading(s). Use your brain and be mindful.

Please Allow me to tap into your energy.

Tap on Masterlist for more.

Pile 01

For some of you this date may be through arranged marriage or some female member from your family will first introduce you to them.

For others I'm getting that you may have 2 options to choose from, and you choose them after a lot of thinking and introspecting. Because i see you really wanting someone long term.

I'm seeing that your fs could be someone very shy and introverted on the first date, they may not really seem that talkative you know? Those people who only talk when nessecary.

This will take place when you are in some really busy or hardworking phase in your life. Maybe you just started a new job or you are a very busy person in general. The first date can be near water, like beach, seas, lakes etc. This can also take place in an amusement park.

Before the date you will be very anxious about what will happen and what not. Very scattered energy and overthinking is coming from your side. But anyhow, you really look forward to it and future of you guys together. If you last long or not? All these thoughts will cover up your mind.

For some of you, I'm also seeing that you may not be able to sleep a day before the date due to excitement, racing hearts and thoughts lol. You really are very anxious about it.

On the other hand, you future spouse too seems to be a little worried. They are someone who were heartbroken in the past, they were too giving in relationships but never received enough. So these thoughts may resurface and they may start to overthink too. They will be curious to know if you are someone genuine and trustworthy or like their old partners.

Okay, let's see how the actual date will be! I'm seeing that your fs may insist to pay even if they have less amount of money, such a gentleman/woman. The feminine (not gender specific) in the connection may take a lead throughout the date as they may have planned it all together.

I'm also seeing you guys talking about your future visions and goals. All the things you desire to do and achieve in your life. You both may have similar goals or interests which will be very interesting. You may also talk about some intellectual topics like politics or Philosophy.

Your chemistry together would be fabulous. Like two puzzle pieces perfectly joining together and making sense. The date will be very nice, so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and show your true self. I'm also seeing you guys will want to have another date too. You both will look forward to meeting each other again. Lovely!

Pile 02

Wow! This date will be a surprise for you. Your fs won't tell u where they are taking you, as it will be a surprise for you. I'm also getting a scenario where you are literally blindfolded and when they show you the place you get very surprised.

Your fs can be a foreigner for some of you. This date will be in a different location or country than you live in currently. The date will be fun and entertaining. Your fs may buy or gift you a small piece of jewellery to keep as a memory.

The masculine will literally dress up their best on the first date ! I'm seeing someone putting on white shirt and perfume. This date can happen at a formal place like a fancy restaurant or bar. They would want to smell and look their best.

I'm also seeing that you guys may drink wine together as I'm seeing them pouring you a glass. They will talk about what you expect from them and whatever they can provide for you in the relationship. They are someone very selfless and giving.

For the feminines, I'm seeing that she was forced to show up on this date by their friend or family member. She is very busy and had to take out time from her schedule. The feminine will really show up in a silky satin dark purple and shiny dress. She will look very sexy and appealing. The masculine will get swayed by her appearance lmao.

About the actual date, I'm seeing love at first sight. You guys will fall for each other and you will be surprised by how great you two match together. You will be amazed by how different your ideologies are but still you guys do great together. You will take this as a sign as they are the one for you.

One thing specifically I'm getting is that please specify and clear your past in front of your fs on the first date itself. Some people may try to ruin things for you. please be careful and don't lie to your fs about anything. They are very understanding and will understand you.

You should also consider to have another date, as I'm seeing confusion for you. Take things slow and steady.

Pile 03

This date will happen after you've got stable in your career and now you wanna explore love in your life. For some I'm also seeing that you will be in your 30s when this date takes place, take whatever resonates. It's never too late for love.

You may consult your friends or even a tarot reader before the date for necessary precautions because Your mind will feel somehow conflicted and underconfident. But your angels will be supporting you.

Wow, for your fs i can see that they really are in love with you and want to propose you for marriage as soon as possible. It's because they love you so much and don't wanna lose this great opportunity.

They will be daydreaming about you and trying to brush up their flirting skills. They really wanna woo you fr.

You guys can meet in a hospital or a court, some strict and structured place is what i can see. Or their/your profession can be lawyer, doctor, teacher, professor etc.

Your first date can be in a zoo, animal shelter, park, or you can try pottery,painting or some hand craft thing on your first date.

This occasion will heal your inner child a lot. You will finally be at peace and feel like home with your person. You'll feel better and lighthearted. You won't even realize how fast the time passes. You will get this feeling on the first date itself that they are your counterpart, the one you're meant to be with. It will feel serendipitous.

I can also see that your fs has both fire and water signs in their chart prominently.

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dr-qian · 3 months

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break in pt.3 // m.l

burglar!mark x rich!reader

pt.1 , pt.2

mark didn't expect himself to be back again in this familiar mansion, in the middle of the night.

he promised himself to never return there ever since that "accidental" kiss you both shared, but oh well, you found a way on how to make him close to you by taking his favorite wallet.

his wallet literally has his money in it, his old school ID and the family photo he only has that he cherishes the most after leaving their home.

he actually never told anyone why he left his own home though, not even haechan. all that haechan knows was that mark has good pickpocketing skills, that's why they became best friends.

mark, with his burglar skills, entered the mansion through the window without even breaking stuff.

all he needs to do is to locate his wallet and then escape immediately, and maybe steal a few jewelries he could find there.

mark opened all the drawers and cabinets inside the kitchen, thinking that maybe you hid his wallet somewhere around there.

"shit, where is it..." mark cursed as he failed to find it after all the scavenging.

"where did she even put it?" he asked himself, thinking while scratching his temple as he slowly looked up the stairs.

right, her bedroom.

mark palmed his face, before he climbs up the stairs to locate your room.

he first went to the door of your parents' bedroom to check it if it was yours, he turned the knob slowly and quietly to peek.

he saw two people on the bed sleeping peacefully, it must be your parents. he moved his head back and closed the door slowly.

somehow, the door made some noise as it clicked when he closed it.

"huh? what was that?" your father's groggy voice was heard by mark, so he quickly moved away from the door.

"oh just go to sleep honey, it's probably just a squirrel outside" your mother sleepily said to your father before they went back to sleep.

mark let out a sigh of relief, happy that they did not bother to come out of their bedroom.

after a short rest, mark is on his way to find your room again. and he's glad it didn't take hours for him to find it.

like he did with your parent's bedroom, he turned the knob slowly and opened it to peek inside. and he saw you.

you looked like you were having a great sleep due to the random position you were in.

he also can't ignore the fact that your shorts was riding up your thighs and your stomach is peeking under your oversized shirt, but that's not important right now.

mark entered quietly, focusing on the cabinets and drawers inside your bedroom, pulling them quietly and moving your stuff around to find his wallet.

but he still couldn't find it.

"what? it's not even in here?" mark said as he became frustrated for not finding his wallet immediately.

mark turned to look at your sleeping figure, still sleeping heavily.

mark started to wonder where you placed or what you even done to his wallet, he maybe thought you destroyed it or threw it away.

or maybe, you didn't actually steal it.

mark was about to leave your room until he noticed you moving. he turned to look at you again, your arms unconsciously wrapping around the pillow underneath your head.

wait...

mark came close to your bed, walking over to the left side where your face is looking.

mark then quietly reaches his hand under your head to lift it, and tried to lift the pillow up but oh boy, you grumbled in your sleep as you felt some movement.

he quickly withdraw his hands away from you.

your face turned to the other direction and your body changes its position.

he waited for a minute to make sure you were sleeping heavily again like a baby before he continues what he's doing.

and when that happened, it was now his time to make a move. he moved one of his hands to carefully lift up your pillow instead before dragging his other hand under it.

mark had his eyes furrowed when he still couldn't feel it.

maybe it's hidden on the other side of the pillow?

mark switched his hands to the other side of your pillow instead of walking over to the side of the bed, unconsciously getting his knees up there as he reached his hand further underneath it.

then mark knew he made the biggest mistake when his left arm accidentally brushed your nose.

your brows furrowed from that action, but you still have your eyes closed. mark thought he was gonna get caught in that moment until you wrapped your arms around his left arm.

"mmh mark..." you sighed dreamily, smiling in your sleep.

what?

mark froze when he heard you sighed his name.

he watched your eyes flutter open, still frozen on top of you as you process what's happening right now.

"what the? AH-- hmmph!" mark is too damn quick to shut you up again.

"no no no, be quiet, it's just me, mark" mark said to you, his hand covering your mouth as he begs you to be quiet.

you followed what mark said and signalled him to put his hand away now.

you immediately backed away from mark and lifted your blanket up closer to your body.

he lets you back away from him, but he was still kneeling on the bed.

"look, i didn't mean to break in your bedroom, i'm just-"

"are you taking advantage of me?" you cut him off his words, which made mark stood up from your bed immediately.

"what? no! i'm not- i'm not that kind of person you think i am!" mark says, almost on the verge of yelling. you let go of your blanket as you could tell that he is not really doing that to you.

"i'm here to look for my wallet, and i think you took it" mark said straightforwardly.

you, on the other hand stayed quiet, as you suddenly turned to your bedside table and pulled out mark's brown wallet from its drawers.

how come he did not see that when he was searching in all your drawers?

"you're looking for this?" you asked as you showed him it.

"yes! thank you, now give it to me" mark stepped closer to you to claim it but you backed your hand away from him.

"hey, what are you doing? give it to me" mark said, attempting to grab it again but you hid his wallet behind your back, still remaining quiet before you spoke.

"but mark, if i gave you this wallet, there's a chance i won't see you ever again..." you reasoned to him.

mark sighed, looking around the bedroom as he tries to find the words to say.

"uhh look, that kiss we had before, it was an accident, i didn't mean to do that"

"that was my first kiss" you quickly rebutted.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't know"

"so now you pay the consequence of staying here with me" you said to him, with your arms crossed on your chest. keeping the wallet behind your back.

what the hell is up with this girl?

"uhh look, uhm..." mark trailed off, realizing he doesn't even know your name yet.

"y/n" you said blatantly.

"y/n, uhmm i know that we shared your first kiss together in an accidental way but, i know there are some other guys better than me out there that could be giving you everything you want in a way that i couldn't. i'm sorry that i couldn't be that guy for you..." mark said to you in the most sincere way he could ever do. so poetic.

...

"okay" you shrugged while staring at him.

"can i have my wallet back now?" he asked.

"nope"

"what? dude, i just told you that-"

"and? you're still not gonna have your wallet back..." you told him.

"okay, what do you want me to do?" mark asked, repeating back the words he asked again before the accident.

"hmmm..." you looked around the room to think of what he could do for you.

i know!

"how about...you, take me out on a date on saturday?" you asked him.

"i can't do that, i'm sorry...just give me my wallet back!" mark says before reaching his hands behind your back to get his wallet.

"no! i'm going to scream!" you said, trying to prevent his prying hands from your back but it won't budge him.

"just give me back my wallet" mark said as he continues to get his wallet.

"no!" you quickly hid his wallet underneath your blanket and between your thighs.

"what are you gonna do now?" you taunted him.

"geez fuck! you're so difficult..." mark mumbled underneath his hands that was planted on his face due to the frustration.

on the other hand, you just giggled at his actions.

"okay, you win, i'll take you out on a date tomorrow" mark told you.

you let out a squeak of victory.

"now please, let me have my wallet back?" mark asked you, trying to make himself calm.

"nuh uh, how would i know you're true to your words?" you asked him.

fuck, what a smart girl

"okay, just bring that damn wallet tomorrow on our date" mark said, before backing away from you.

"give me your number so i could text you where we'll meet up" he told you, and so you happily brought out your notepad and scribbled your number on it before ripping it and giving it to mark.

"here you go" mark accepted the note in his hand and looked at it.

"i'm going to leave now, make sure you show up" mark said, heading to your door.

"i will, just also make sure that you show up" you smirked at your words, making mark shake his head out of disbelief.

mark finally exited your bedroom, going back to haechan's basement carrying a piece of paper with your number on it instead of his precious wallet.

mark realized on his way home that he really really messed with the wrong girl.

and now you're one of his problems.

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baizhuu · 23 days

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jisung nsfw a-z headcanons.

warnings : smut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

– sweet boy just wants to lay there for a few minutes. he gets so overwhelmed after he cums, just wants to lay there and listen toy your heavy breathing after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

– he likes his arms, after all, he's worked so hard on them. getting them big n strong just to hold you up.

– he likes your ass, holding it, watching it jiggle, looking at it as you walk. jiji loves the shape of it. you wanna get him turned on easily? sit on his lap.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

– his cum is a bit thick, not hard-to-swallow thick but definitely thicker than average. but it's sweet, due to his diet. he mostly cums in you or in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

– whenever he's alone & jacking off, he always moans your name out like a whore. if you were to walk in and hear him doing that, he'd be more than embarrassed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

– not experienced at all, he's only watched porn & has never gotten to "under the belt" touching. the most he's done in his relationships was kissing to light makeouts. he learns quickly though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

– reverse cowgirl or doggystyle, basic but like i said, he loves your ass. he wants to watch the recoil as he fucks into you. he wants to spread your cheeks and watch you fuck back on his cock, creaming all over it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

– he gets very focused, so he doesn't think to crack any jokes. but if something happens, he starts to loosen up his focus and cracks jokes here and there.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

– trims it just enough for it to not be in the way, he's kinda clueless/indecisive on how he wants it shaved or what's most comfortable for you. he's clean about it though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

– during the moment, he's not very romantic, infact he's not really saying anything at all. he's kinda lost in a trance while you fuck back into him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

– honestly he probably jacks off a lot. as much as he can even. every little thing just gets him horny. every little thing. his hormones are raging & the blood is ready to rush to his cock every second.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

– masochism : he's a bit of a masochist, he wants you to mark him up & bite him. he loves seeing bruises, bite marks and the works after you two have sex.

– comfort sex : not really a kink, but he just wants you to comfort him or vice versa. he loves comfort, especially when he doesn't know what to say in certain situations.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- on the couch. he likes the vibe of the living room & he's always there, so naturally he enjoys the couch. (or in his gaming chair, ill get to that later.)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

– literally anything, you could bend over to pick something up while in shorts (or even sweatpants) and he's picking you up and taking you to the bedroom while palming himself.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

– doesn't like extremely sloppy sex. he does not feel like cleaning up that much after. he'll wash the sheets, change them & shower, but when there's too much and you both just feel slimy after, he doesn't like it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

– loves giving and receiving equally. he's good at giving & the groans he lets out while receiving are so deep and sexy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

– mostly fast, he gets lost and drunk on you and doesn't come out of that headspace until you're both finished.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

– he doesn't mind them. if you're down, he's down. he makes sure you cum first before anything, because he feels bad asking for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

– doesn't mind them, likes experimenting but isn't too big on risks. he'd rather try tying you to the bed before he does anything in public, he's so shy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

– he lasts about 2-3 good rounds. he has good stamina, but gets overwhelmed when he cums. when he's overstimulated he can't do anything but turn into a whiny mess.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

– doesn't currently own any, other than a fleshlight maybe. he's down to try more though, preferably on you so he can see your reactions to different things.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

– he enjoys teasing a fair amount, but mostly just wants to get to the point. only teases every once in a while.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

– he's not very loud at all. he lets out small whimpers and grunts. he mostly pants and gasps, like he's about to cry. he sounds very cute.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

– he watches porn. if you let him record while fucking you, he's watching those videos / if you don't want him watching porn he won't. he acts like a gooner, brainwashed by you. he always just wants you. when he gets into this mindset he can get a bit subby but still prefers to top. just cannot get enough of his beautiful partner

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

– he's somewhat long but not very girthy. just a small bit over average but skinny. still big enough to make you cum hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

– his sex drive is really high. he wants you at every second of the day. small touches go a very long way with this boy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

– eh, doesn't really fall asleep. he can stay up and game or do other non-demanding tasks for a few hours. after he lays down for a bit, he's good to go.

a/n : i read this one jisung gooner fanfic and cannot get gooner ji out of my head 😵‍💫

#park jisung smut #jisung smut #park jisung #nct smut #nct dream #kpop smut #jisung x reader #nct jisung

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hwallazia · 2 months

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WE KNOW

pairing: park seonghwa x fem! reader

word count: 1,3k

tags: mafia!au, angst? (if you squint), mob boss!seonghwa, undercover agent!reader, mentions of death (reader’s boyfriend), seonghwa threatens reader at the end (not this being necessarily a death threat).

synopsis: your boyfriend’s murder hurt you for so long. So you were going to do the impossible to revenge his death. One cold night, you meet the head of the responsables of your boyfriend’s death. You thought it would be a piece of cake but he was so much smarter that you. | PART TWO

| a/n: of course this is having a part 2 (I’ll eventually post it, I swear) which will contain smut. This is literally word vomit of my thoughts of mob boss! Seonghwa so I’m so sorry for the shortness of this!

You knew it, you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but your body tends to react faster than your own brain.

With your legs shaking and a lump forming in your throat, you stood in front of the majestic door of the 19-story building, knowing everything you were risking by even stepping on the ceramic floor of the hotel’s luxurious floor; your life and on the other hand your work, your boss had been more than clear that case 3498: “Park Seonghwa” would be handled by special forces and more trained and experienced strategists.

You still couldn’t fully understand why you were in front of the gates of hell of your own free will, but you simply couldn’t miss the opportunity to kill the heir of the ‘Wonderland’ cartel, his men being responsible for the death of your boyfriend, which happened a long time ago. More less two years.

When your squad leader announced that there was a possibility of finally destroying this cartel because of its leader’s murder, your eyes shone; you found hope along the way, after having gone through one full of desolation and tragedy.

That’s why you couldn’t just sit back and pretend that the case had never been mentioned. You decided to take matters into your own hands even when your boss explicitly told you to step aside.

And with a deep sigh, you walked into the hotel, the smell of wood and leather sofas filling your nostrils.

You analyzed the environment, noticing certain people casting their gaze on you. Without giving them much importance, you tried to locate your target.

You walked around the place, meeting many familiar faces and wondering where you knew them from; soon the answer came to your mind, they were people you saw, locked in your office —more like a pretty, decorated prison— in criminal records files. Some of them with quite compromising and illicit antecedents. But this wasn’t the time to think about those people.

Of all the people who were in the building, you had to locate one, which, by the way, you weren’t finding anywhere.

You headed to the elevator and pressed the button that had a downward arrow drawn on it. You waited patiently for the ‘ding’ to announce the arrival of the mechanism, and got on the elevator. Once on the floor you wanted to be, you walked down that hallway full of 2-4 person dining tables, until you finally found your target.

The only way you could attract him into your net was by seducing him, so you could make time to call the special forces. No matter how many lectures your boss gave you later, you could finally avenge the death of your beloved boyfriend.

You approached the mysterious man, your maroon dress shedding some of its fabric due to the slit in your right thigh, falling delicately to the floor. It hugged your anatomy, highlighting your exotic curves. Due to the non-accidental rip in your dress, your shiny white heels were on display. You felt beautiful, and you hoped that Mr. Park Seonghwa would fall for your charms as well.

Taking your dress by the sides, being careful not to step on it, you sat down without saying a word at the same table as the enemy. He somehow sensed a foreign presence, so he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting a companion tonight.” His voice made a delicious shiver run down your spine, straightening your back.

“No handsome man should spend the night alone.” Your feminine and captivating voice made him finally look up and fix his dark, solemn eyes on yours.

“Is that so? Since when?” He raised an eyebrow mischievously.

“Since today, darling.”

A small laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his head to hide the curve that had formed on his lips.

“Okay, doll. I’ll let us share this dinner together,” He straightened up, focusing all his attention on you, “Why, of all the people gathered here, did you decide to sit at my table?”

“Didn’t I say it already? I think you’re cute, so I decided to keep you company.”

“With what purpose?” He leaned over the table, resting his elbows on his sides.

Very good question, with what purpose had you taken the decision, and the courage, to sit at the same table as the devil? You couldn’t remember anything, it seemed like your mind went blank every time the man fixed his dark irises on you, and the fact that he was doing it right now wasn’t helping matters.

“Don’t tell me you’re here to arrest me…” Your blood suddenly ran cold. Your mind began to spin in search of a sensible answer. Your neurons were so busy thinking meticulously about the words you were going to say that you forgot how ridiculous and desperate you’d look in the process.

“No! Not at all… Nonono,” You let out the longest existing “ehhh” in the middle of your explanation. “My goal with you tonight is different and… personal.”

“Mhm... personal,” The word slid off his tongue dangerously. “Well, I’m dying to know what you’re planning on doing with me tonight.” A curved smile decorated his lips, weakening your legs.

You urgently wanted to change the direction of the conversation, and as if you had manifested it, the food arrived at your table. The waiter placed two plates of medium-rare steak in front of you as an appetizer and a bottle of champagne that he masterfully opened. The clear liquid from the bottle slid smoothly down your glass, bubbles adorning the top of it.

Food flooded your table as you kept a conversation with Seonghwa. It was strange but intriguing. Neither of you gave more information than necessary, both always staying on the edge. You didn’t know when, why, or how but you were both laughing. When you stopped, the gangster let out a sigh and then spoke to you.

“You’re very beautiful. Y’know?” Your cheeks turned a tender pink as you felt them burn. However, you decided to test him, looking at him lustfully, clearly with other intentions. Unfortunately, Seonghwa read you like an open book and rapidly recognized the game you were playing.

“Thanks, handsome. You’re very good-looking as we-”

“Too bad you’re an agent.”

What?

How was it possible? You didn’t give too much information, and you were cautious when speaking. So how the hell does he know you’re an agent? You stayed still in your seat, unable to formulate any excuses.

“Oh, darling. I’m the heir of the greatest mafia in Asia. Didn’t that tell you and your pretty little head something?”

Words simply chose not to slip out of your mouth. So you remained silent, looking down as if you were a just scolded six-year-old girl.

At that point, you didn’t know if you were scared or what, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. It was as if a deafening voice was ringing inside your head repeating ‘don’t. you. dare.’

“I’d love to have you around, I really mean it. You’re lovely. Maybe your head hanging on my coat rack can keep me company.” Seonghwa got up from his seat, going around the table to be face-to-face with you.

“Please, let’s talk rationally.” You naively tried to keep your voice from shaking, but it was impossible. You were terrified of what this man could do to you.

“Follow me, y/n.”

Fuck.

Now there was no way to deny the undeniable. He knew your name, probably your last name, your address, your blood type, and the name of your dog, why not?

Now you were really against a rock and a hard place.

He took your hand carelessly and practically dragged you to one of the countless hotel rooms, away from the crowd. He closed the door behind him and threw you on the bed brusquely.

“W-what are you gonna do to me?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill you, I’m not as ruthless as my father.” You let out a sigh when you heard his words.

“But I am gon’ make you regret trying to arrest me, darling,” He walked towards you and leaned down so he could be face-to-face with you. His lips brushing dangerously against yours. You could see how a flame decorated his dark irises, “So much that you’re gonna wish you never had met me.”

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#park seonghwa #park seonghwa ateez #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa drabble #seonghwa imagines #ateez #ateez x reader #seonghwa scenarios #mob boss seonghwa #ateez x female reader #seonghwa x female reader

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 4 months

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS - MORE ABOUT THE STARS

Hey! My name is Monet. I wanted to share some more insight on the signs and some house placements. I hope you all enjoy!

Taurus suns are incredible listeners. They are big on gift giving and creating safe and sensual spaces for their partners. However they due tend to argue a lot, its the bull headed energy they have. Its an Adrenaline rush. Be careful not to be around them while their hot tempered, you might get a kick from the bull. On the bright side, their sensual personas is a gift from the cosmos. They can turn this trait into a gold mine. They have the energy to entice you with their words, their bodies and even the way they express themselves.

Jupiter in Aquarius individuals have a complex understanding of the cosmos. It's not typically understood by the masses but I mean it is in aquarius! Jupiter here shows an expansion in knowledge be it whatever it is they put their fingers on. The Midas Touch. Even if the odds are against them, they still have a notoriety to their character that most never saw coming. They change the odds to work in their favor due to a shift in mindset. Good luck bestows them when they go into odd, original territory. You never know what you might find!

Jupiter 10th House individuals have an urgency to be successful, this can be a painful placement to have because while they may have big dreams their is a ton of practicality that comes in with this placement. This placement can be quite depressive when they aren't sure how their plans for the future can commence. They have to work hard to get to this dream however they must take into account that things don't always happen so quickly. Jupiter in this house shows a person with a magnetic persona, where people will feel the good energy on you and will latch on to it. It doesnt quite matter what this character is doing, they will always have a respectable aura to the masses. It is their gift.

Sun in the 11th shows a person who is popular with the masses, however it has its quirks. These are the internet famous geeks. The ones who turn the trends into their favor. Pioneers in the originality train. They normally just have to be themselves and people will be attracted to them. Angel dust is literally sprinkled on their character. For social media of course ;) jk. On another end, these people are quick to join different organizations and groups. However they feel at the moment, they usually take a chance in whatever is not the ordinary. 11th house is ruled by uranus/aquarius naturally, so the 11th house suns have a knack for creating and/or being in spaces where they can connect to people who are different from them.

Neptune 12th housers, whew boy. You guys have a gift in the subconscious that goes untapped by the rest of the world. Your gift in seeing things that arent there, can be used in creative/practical outlets. I'd argue that you could just paint or draw, but its much bigger than that. Sometimes thats not what you're subconscious is looking for. It requires you to seek it. This house placement goes on journeys through the psyche, and in the physical it shows itself in a number of ways. Whether through people, art, locations. Doesn't matter. There is one thing that is always certain, that the imagination has a mission. And that's to bring it to life.

These people are good at reading the world because they are constantly rejected and ocratized on being different. The 'crazy' one. But the one who is also the most talented in astrology, occult, the stars, and mysticism. It's a gift not everyone gets, but it's something work noting. They challenge you too see the beyond, and help others tap into themselves . The escapist, they have others who try to escape with them, but it doesnt last. Be gentle with them, they have a lot going on in their mind. They just want to share it with someone.

Venus in Leo has a royal aura. Their charm can wow others and can make them fall in love easily. Their gift is in works of art but for them i do sense singing would be a great one for them. They don't need to have the 'best' voice. Just the confidence to keep going. Their magnetism is strongest during artistic associations because leo gets a knack out of being in the spotlight.

Mercury in the 3rd House has a significant tone to their voice. Its odd but its very distinctive that people enjoy listening. These people can also have a knack in playing instruments. Jazz style locations works for them. This is so the mind can relax as they are consistently on the go. Researching kills any acts of boredom easily, as this is a necessity for the mind.

#astrology thoughts #astrology observations #astro observations #astro thoughts #astro knowledge #astrology #venus in leo #jupiter in aquarius #jupiter in the tenth #sun in the 11th #taurus suns #scorpio #astrology signs #vedic astrology #sidereal astrology #deja's astro observations

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khoipyan · 1 year

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TWSTECHI; TWEELS

“Hey, look, look! Aren’t you super cute as a tamagotchi?” You held up the tiny toy to their face, displaying none other than themself.

gn!reader (you/your), floyd/jade leech x reader (seperate), headcanons

notes; wow you show them their own tamagotchi?!!? also, twst tamagochi’s do exist for your information!!!

JADE LEECH

— Oh? What’s this? Ah, a pocket pet? But my, he IS the pet? …Could you also perhaps put other people in it?

— Okay, but Jade would be heavily interested on how he’s able to be displayed on a tiny screen. In fact, how did you even get him in the tamagotchi? Please do tell. After all, you ARE carrying around an electronic toy of him. Did you miss him that much? Aww, he's quite flattered.

— It’s probably best not to let him know how you got this. After all, it's only natural to think that he would try hatching other people (like his twin) and feeding them virtual mushrooms (because his twin hates mushrooms).

— Wow! He seems to be taking care of his tiny self properly, isn't that cut— Nevermind. He's purposely feeding it too many sweets to see what would happen to it...

"Jade. Please stop torturing your poor self."

There's no response for a few seconds before Jade smiles at you, "But this tiny device isn't me, is it?" and puts a hand located where his heart is, feigning sadness. "My, is this your way of informing me that this little pixelated replica of myself is more meaningful?"

"Jade, put the damn thing down."

— Maybe it's time to take it away from him. Y'know, before he gets any ACTUAL ideas to consider bringing into this world.

FLOYD LEECH

— What’s this little dainty thing? Why is he in it? Why is he so… pixelated. Hey, wouldn’t you rather have the real thing (that is quite literally front of you?)

— Floyd is rather intrigued. Haha, he looks so funny for something you could fit in your pocket! Tell him, how does it work?

— So you did. You told him that it’s basically to raise a pet and not to let it die, but Floyd interrupted you during your explanation. He already knows that! Instead, he wants to know if it’s the same since you’re practically feeding his pixel persona. Also, why does he have to be a pet?

— You would expect him to get fussy that 'you spend too much time with a puny ripoff version of him', right?

— WRONG. You’re the one who has to pry him away from playing with his own tamagotchi. Floyd did end up trying it out, but he'd been at it for hours nonstop because he thinks it's silly. It was totally fun for him though.

“Floyd, give me my tamagotchi back—!” You insisted, trying to pry the tiny toy away from Floyd’s hands.

He whined in retaliation, “Heeey! Let go, I wasn’t doooneee!”

— Needless to say, you never got your Floyd Tamagotchi back. But hey, at least you have the real deal…?

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#scrib.bles🫧#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #twst floyd #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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razorblade180 · 1 month

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Dedication

Summer:Hay mom? I need singing advice?

Weiss:*eyes widened* Y-Yes? Please speak my child.

Summer:Stop getting so excited about this.

Weiss:You never ask these days! I can’t help it.

Summer:I feel like I’m going through the motions. It’s a bit of a slog. Even when I sing I feel like I could be doing…better? It’s not like I’ve been or tour or making singles recently. Maybe I’m rusty? I don’t know! It’s all just…

Weiss:Maybe take a vacation? I’ll pay. Atlas isn’t the best place for inspiration.

Summer:I think that won’t help. I will be in a rut in another location. You took a break from music before, then came back to immediately top the charts a few years later. How’d you do it?

Weiss:Oh. You mean you were like three? Man that was an experience. You wanna know my secret?

Summer:Yes!

Weiss:Rent.

Summer:…The Musical?

Weiss:No! Haha, literal rent was due soon.

Summer:You sung your heart out to pay a bill? Why not take a mission?

Weiss:Because high paying ones are dangerous and I love my kids.

Summer:….

Weiss:When you and your brother were born I made a personal vow that no matter what you would want for nothing. Be it my time, food, or a toy, I was going to do it. Money was tight and even though I have wonderful family and friends to help, I never wanted to be a burden or let my darling children feel instability. So I grabbed Jaune’s guitar, got in contact with an old studio friend, and I stepped back into the spotlight.

Summer:Even though you don’t like it.

Weiss:I may not care for it, but I’ll always care about the ones I love. Plus I don’t hate singing itself. I had a lot of new ideas after having twins. I can’t say for sure if I’ve properly honored my vow these days considering…everything that’s happened. Still, there’s nothing I won’t ever do for you and your brother. So yeah, rent was due it was going to be paid in full and have my husband spend less time as a huntsman and more as a kickass dad with cooking skills.

Summer:….*hugs Weiss slowly*

Weiss:Oh?

Summer:You’re really cool. That vow has been kept ten times over.

Weiss:….Hmm *hugs back* Thank you. I think you’re pretty cool too. Now if only you wanted to share a stage….

Summer:Mother….

Weiss:Hehehe, We’ll put a pin in that conversation.

Summer:…I’ll think about it. *smiles*

#rwby #rwbabies #weiss schnee #summer schnee #rwby twin snowflakes

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moonlight-tmd · 1 month

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Whenever I listen to Hooked On A Feeling by Björn Skifs I imagine a scenario of Blitzwing just being totally smitten by the little yellow autobot he just met and he's trying his best to court him.

He doesn't even hide it, he will just straight up ditch the entire fight to go talk and compliment the yellow mini and either the Autobots or Lugnut has to chase/drag him away.

The worst part is Bee is totally into it. He doesn't see why the heck this would be a bad idea, the big goofy weirdo(affectionate) just wants his attention and love. Said goofy weirdo is also not that bad-looking and strong. All of his oddities are just more of a lure to capture Bee's curiosity and interest.

Blitz would go and draw attention of citizen so the the Autobots come and he'd sing and dance on a makeshift disco ring to flirt with Bee. When that fails he'd carve a giant ice statue of Bumblebee and present it to him and Bee will be so amazed. And when that fails due to the other Autobots dragging him away he'd show up to the emergency at the bridge Bee is at with Ratchet, stand nearby and hold up a sign saying "Please go on a date with me! <3" while blasting some love song he heard that the lyrics literally describe his feelings. Bee did jump off the bridge to get to him that time... unfortunately Ratchet had caught him and lifted him back up with the magnets before Blitzwing could catch him and run off.

Bee's teammates have to keep an eye on him at all times so he won't sneak out and go do something he'll regret. Bee is not happy that his friends don't want him to go and try be happy with another mech, he's very pouty whenever they tell him no he can't do that. So what if it's a 'con? He's never truly taken a side and only wears an insignia for the sake of having some leeway with other Autobots. All of them could be organics, monoformers, 'bots, 'cons or other-faction for all he cares. He just wants to have friends, doesn't matter what or who they are.

I imagine at one point in time on earth Bee took off the window in his room and have it on a latch or something so it opens like a hatch so he can sneak out via his room. He has a big trash container with a lid on the other side and few crates so he can climb down from the window. One time he manages to fool whoever is on the nightly watch over him so he won't sneak out (aka they check if he's still in his berth, this time he waited until the check pretending to recharge and then snuck out). He got out and drove to places he usually saw Blitz hanging out on patrols. He wasn't in any of those places but Bee waited some in one of them and sure enough Blitz did happen to come to that location that night. They were so happy to finally talk with each other properly without anyone hearing anything and interrupting every 3 minuites.

They hit it off near instantly. Bee is so curious and amazed by a unique mech like Blitzwing and Blitz is so enamored with Bee's personality and cute appearance. They dance, sing and laugh under the stars and it's like a love story book come real. Of course, they meet few times in secret after that. Bee thinks about how to make others allow him to meet with Blitz... but just as he does that they hear a knock at the shutter and wouldn't you know, Blitzwing is standing there with big boquet of flowers and some small packages. Somehow he learned the location of where Bee lives by himself. Of course Bee grabbed his servo and led him in to play games together despite the others being very much startled by what the heck a 'con is doing in their house on a tuesday morning.

By that point they just give up all efforts to try to keep those two apart. It's pointless... At least Blitz doesn't seem as bad as they thought he was- he did bring them gifts to come into their favor after all.

So Blitz is a regular guest at the Autobot base. Bee is happy, Blitz is happy, and the others still keep an eye on them just in case. But they definitelly stopped being so paranoid over Bee.

#maccadam #tfa #blitzbee

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meiliarotten · 10 months

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Moan

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is shy and usually quiet in bed. When Medic and Reader have the base to themselves, Medic makes it his goal to get her to be much more vocal.

Tags: Shy reader, voice kink, oral, praise, dirty talk, teasing

Word Count: 3.8

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For as long as you could remember, sex had been a quiet affair for you. Not totally silent, of course. There was always a soft whimper or gasp here and there that would keep things from being outright uncomfortable, but it was never especially loud. Most of this was due to circumstances. The majority of your sexual expiriences tended to take place in locations that necessitated keeping volume to a minimum.

This fact didn’t change when you took up a job as a mercenary. You found it ironic. Mann Co was a company with enough money to hire several people to fight a war over relatively useless land for literal decades, and yet they couldn’t invest in a base without paper-thin walls. Of course, they also probably didn’t plan for you to have an intimate relationship with your team’s Medic, a relationship that would on occasion benefit from a bit of soundproofing.

Medic certainly didn’t make it easy for you to stay quiet either. Usually you were able to muffle yourself effectively by burying your face into a pillow, or by biting your lip so hard that you occasionally drew blood. Both of you had agreed that your colleagues probably wouldn’t appreciate overhearing your little trysts in the middle of the night. Still, it sometimes seemed as if the ex doctor was treating it as a challenge, teasing you and testing the limits of your self restraint.

Tonight was a unique occasion, however. After an especially long streak of victories, the team went out to eagerly drink the night away without a care, no doubt terrifying the common bar patrons along the way. All but two, that is, and those two just happened to be you and Medic. The pair of you had your own method of celebration, a method that wouldn’t include waking up with a hangover- just sore hips, possibly.

It only took a few moments after the others left for you and Medic to set upon each other, caressing and clumsily making your way from the common room to his private quarters. Once there you didn’t pause for a moment. He kissed his way up your jawline before leaning in close to your ear. You felt his breath warm your skin long before he finally spoke.

“I want to hear you moan for me, liebling.”

You visibly hesitated when he said that, shrinking back and glancing around nervously. The soft, simple request made you anxious even though you knew the base had been vacated save for you and the team’s doctor. Medic immediately took note of the sudden change in your demeanor, his tone going from dominant to reassuring within a moment.

“There is no one else in the base besides you and me, so there’s no reason to keep quiet,” he said, reaching out and brushing against your cheek. He felt the heat radiating from your skin, and he wanted to make it more intense, but even more so than that, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. “I promise, no one will hear us. We’re free to do as we please tonight.”

“I’ll try,” you said, barely above a whisper. “But I’ve always been a quieter person. I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Medic shook his head, looking astonished at the very prospect that you could be a disappointment to him. He pulled you forward again, meeting you halfway with another kiss, gentler, but no less passionate than the previous ones. You grabbed his shirt in your fists as the two of you once again found yourselves entwined, lips parting and tongues sliding before the need for air eventually forced the two of you apart.

“You won’t let me down, meine liebe,” Medic sighed, taking a few moments to let himself breathe. When he finally composed himself, he seamlessly slipped into that more domineering tone that you found so sinfully inviting. “Imagine how nice it would feel to let go, completely free of shame. No prying ears to overhear your pleasure, just me and you.”

It was quite tempting, you had to admit. Anxiety was rapidly being drowned out by arousal in both your mind and body. This was a rare opportunity, and there was no way of knowing when you and Medic would have the base all to yourselves again.

“That does sound nice...” You finally made your decision. The smile that spread across Medic’s face was one of genuine excitement, although there was a hint of lust to it that couldn’t be denied. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Let’s get these clothes out of the way.” Medic was upon you in a moment, hastily unfastening the button and zipper on your pants while you stripped off your top and bra. Once those were off, you reached forward to start unbuttoning his vest, but he stopped you, pushing your hands away. While he made quick work of your pants, he hadn’t yet removed your underwear, leaving it as the only garment remaining on your body.

You tilted your head in confusion, but your train of thought was thoroughly derailed before you could ask anything. Medic pushed you back onto the bed, leaning over to kiss along the sensitive skin of your neck. You sighed, feeling his hand as it traveled down your chest, over your stomach and further down, until he could drag his fingers over the last bit of fabric covering you. You let out a shaky exhale and Medic chuckled, pulling away from your neck and clearly enjoying himself as he examined your reactions.

“Already so wet for me,” he observed, letting his fingers linger there, stroking you through your undergarments and soaking the material in the process. You hadn’t realized just how aroused you were.

“Medic, please,” you whispered, just loud enough to get his attention. You could already tell that willing yourself to be any louder would be a challenge, but it was one you were becoming much more willing to undertake with each passing moment.

“What is it you need, darling?” He asked, pulling his hand away from you. You squirmed and bucked your hips at the loss of stimulation, but he barely paid it any mind. “Go on, tell me.”

“I want you to take these off of me,” you stammered, pulling anxiously at the waistband of your underwear. “And I want you to keep touching me, please.”

To your relief, Medic didn’t hesitate once you voiced your desires. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling it downward until the garment was removed and tossed to the floor without a care. You suppressed a shiver at the sudden exposure, glancing down nervously. Medic found it cute, how you were still so shy despite how many times he had seen you in such a vulnerable condition before. He looked to you for a final nod of approval before stroking his fingers along your slit, chuckling as he was able to fully experience how slick you were.

“Desperate little thing,” he said, continuing to rub and coat his fingers with your arousal. “Just sit back and let your doctor take care of you.”

Two fingers entered you with ease, thrusting, curling, and stretching. A shudder ran up your spine as Medic sought out and quickly located the spot within you that would soon have you squirming with pleasure. You naturally started biting your lip out of habit, clutching the bedsheets with the effort it took to stifle yourself to mere whimpers as Medic began to work his fingers against your g-spot.

“Liebchen, remember what we discussed,” he said calmly, almost casually. It was a sharp contrast to your current state, as you barely held your composure. The matter wasn’t helped when Medic began to use his thumb to circle over your clit. That was enough to start breaking down your walls, eliciting a harsh cry that you couldn’t even begin to choke back. “Ja, that’s more like it. Just relax and let me hear those sweet little sounds. I know you want to. It must be exhausting to put so much effort into holding back.”

He was right. It almost disturbed you sometimes, how he could read you like an open book. You breathed deep, finally allowing yourself to let go a little, and as you did soft moans escaped you. You hadn’t been lying, you were a quieter person in bed, but even those gentle vocalizations were music to Medic’s ears. He relished every little noise he managed to draw from you with his skilled fingers. Even so, he was confident that he could get you to be louder. Now wasn’t the time for that though. He had to be patient. For now, he would put all his focus on pleasing you.

“Medic,” you stammered his name through a sharp exhale, catching your lover’s attention immediately. “Please, I want to feel your tongue on me.”

It was incredibly forward of you, and that just made it all the more arousing to the doctor. He was more than happy to comply, meeting your gaze with a smirk before moving to kneel on the floor. He pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your hips with ease. You watched as he removed his vest, dropping it beside him without a care. Medic had decided it was getting far too hot for any extra layers. His dress shirt remained on for now, although with the top few buttons undone.

You weren’t focused on his state of undress for long though. The moment the vest hit the floor, Medic got to work, and the sensation of his tongue on your clit had you gasping. He held a tight grip on your thighs, kneading the supple flesh there as he let them rest on his shoulders. He listened to your reactions, paying close attention to what made you squirm with pleasure and what made you whimper or moan. He was positively relentless, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting close.

“Fuck, I’m about to come!” Your face went red at how loudly you had exclaimed, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on the embarrassment. As for Medic, he paid little heed to your warning. He started to moan as he buried his face between your thighs, making it quite obvious that he intended to bring you to the height of pleasure like this.

His efforts doubled in those last few moments, and with a sharp cry you let your orgasm overtake you. Medic continued to lap at you as you rode out your high, desperate for your taste. His grip on your thighs tightened as they shook and clenched against the sides of his head. It wasn’t until you began to pull away from the overstimulation that he stopped.

You laid back, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, thoroughly blissed out and enjoying the afterglow. The rustling of fabric and the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened was what eventually brought your attention back to the situation at hand. Medic had stripped off his shirt and was making fast work of removing his belt and pants as well. Clearly, he wasn’t done with you yet.

“That was good, liebchen, but I think you can be a bit louder. I want to hear just how good I’m making you feel.” His words were as ominous and yet so very seductive.

You were still a bit ashamed of how loud you were, especially since you didn’t know you could even reach such volumes, but the thought of feeling such pleasure that you abandoned all control was rather exciting. The idea of losing any care for how loud you were was as frightening as it was freeing. Plus, part of you also liked how focused Medic was on his goal, almost treating it like a challenge, pushing himself to make you feel as good as possible.

He was on top of you the moment his remaining clothes were discarded on the floor, snapping you out of your thoughts by pressing his lips roughly against yours. A bite on your lower lip made you gasp, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You could taste yourself on Medic’s tongue, and it made your head spin. Everything about the embrace was needy and frantic. You could feel how hard he was against you, and it only made you more aware of the fact that he wasn’t inside you yet, where you so desperately wanted him to be.

“I want to make you scream for me,” Medic growled when the two of you finally parted, his voice breathless and heavy with arousal. You were just as eager as he was. He had worked you back up after making you come once, and you wanted him to do it again.

You weren’t even sure how to put your desperation into words. Coherent language escaped you as you tried to articulate just how much you wanted him to fuck you right now. Luckily, you didn’t need to say a thing. Medic pressed another kiss to your lips. He entered you just a moment later with a quick thrust, your arousal making it easy. He was sure to break off the kiss in time to hear your breathy cry as he went still.

Medic let out a shaky sigh, simply enjoying how nice you felt around him until you grew impatient. You whined, bucking your hips against him in an attempt to get him to move. Usually he would tell you to use your words, but he had waited long enough for this. Not to mention the litany of thankful noises that he was privy to once he finally began thrusting at a steady pace was extremely rewarding. This was just what he had wanted from you, and now he could begin to let go as well.

Medic had always been loud. Unlike you, he didn’t seem to mind if the others heard him, sometimes to the point that you had to warn him to be quieter. Such caution was not necessary tonight. Medic groaned between leaving gentle bites on your collar and neck, making you whimper. It seemed he was intent on not letting you go quiet for even a moment, although his own voice sometimes threatened to drown out your own. The way he moaned and even growled next to your ear drove you crazy. If this was how Medic felt when he heard you, then you could certainly understand the appeal.

“Harder,” you cried out, loud and clear. Medic stopped short with a look of slight surprise and almost carnal desire, clearly not expecting you to be so bold. You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, and the lack of movement drew a soft whine as you tried to buck against his hips yourself, to no avail.

“What was that, liebe? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he finally said. You steeled yourself, knowing he was teasing you, and looked him in the eye with newfound determination. So he wanted to play with you? That was fine. You could play along, especially since you knew some tricks that would fluster him as well.

“I said harder! I want you to fuck me harder!” Your voice was definitely raised now, somehow managing to be equally demanding and desperate. Medic shuddered and you pushed further, being even more explicit, intent on working him up until he couldn’t resist giving it to you just as hard as you wanted it. “I want you to be rough with me. I love feeling your cock slamming into me. I need you .”

Medic’s hips were grinding against yours now, and as you continued to whisper filthy requests into his ear he began to move again. He thrust shallowly at first, but soon picked up the pace as he started to give in to his own needs. Still, he remained ever attentive, slowing down when you seemed to be getting overwhelmed and letting you adjust until you were begging him to go faster. And of course, most importantly, he made sure to take advantage of all the spots that had you crying out in ecstasy.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Keep telling me just how you want it,” Medic groaned. It was right at that second when a shift in angle struck you just perfectly. Your mind went blank with pleasure and any smugness you had maintained from before melted away as you nearly screamed.

“Fuck, right there! Please!”

You latched onto Medic, causing him to hiss as your nails dug into his back. That hiss turned into a low chuckle as he realized that he had found a spot guaranteed to get some nice sounds out of you. He thrust hard and didn’t even flinch when you scratched red, stinging lines down his back. If anything, the pain had its own appeal, and it let him know just how good he was making you feel.

“Keep begging for me.” Medic’s voice shook as he dealt with the conflicting pain and pleasure you inflicted upon him while in the throes of passion, needy and so very enticing. “I love hearing you plead for more.”

As if you needed any encouragement to keep begging. You barely heard yourself, so desperate for more, you vaguely acknowledged a barrage of “ please! ” and “ don’t stop !” that fell from your lips, feverishly repeated like a mantra. Medic, on the other hand, took every last word in. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this, finally getting to hear you cry out so shamelessly. You had certainly exceeded his expectations.

“Gutes mädchen. I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“It feels good! So good! Fuck, it feels amazing.” You barely got the words out between gasps.

“It’s so freeing to finally let go, isn’t it? To let those sweet sounds be heard?” Medic wasn’t able to hide the slight stammer in his speech as he felt the pleasure start to build. “Oh Gott, you feel so good!”

He slowed down suddenly before the point of no return, no longer fucking you as roughly but still aiming firm thrusts against your sweet spot, making sure not to sacrifice any of your pleasure. He would last a little longer like this, but he still felt so close. Slowly, he let one of his hands trail down your stomach, resting his fingers on your clit, but not moving yet.

“You want me to touch you there?” He asked, barely holding back a groan as he watched how you whined and made futile attempts to buck against his fingers. You were so beautiful when you became desperate like this. “You want me to make you come, ja?”

“Yes!” Your breathing was ragged, and it was a struggle to simply form coherent words. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Bitte darling, moan for me. Moan nice and loud, and I’ll let you come.” Medic still didn’t move his fingers, but he pressed just the slightest bit harder, putting just enough pressure on that sensitive little spot to have you reeling but not enough to make you come.

And you most certainly moaned. Harsh, breathy vocalizations that you had never made before were drawn from your throat at volumes you had never dared to venture. You practically screamed, knowing it would satisfy Medic, knowing it would earn you the release you craved.

“Good girl.” His words barely had time to register in your mind, as in that moment he finally began to rub firm circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. That tension finally snapped, sending waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You weren’t even conscious of the noises you were making anymore, but Medic was certainly pleased with them. “Keep going, scream for me, liebchen! Don’t stop!”

His voice was so enticing like this, raising in a way that you had never heard before. Was this how he felt when hearing you? You didn’t have time to ponder that, too preoccupied with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. Medic thrust unevenly a few more times, making you whimper from overstimulation before finishing with a low groan. With your arms wrapped around him, you noticed that he was practically trembling as he came.

He went still, and for a moment you worried that he would collapse on top of you. Finally he gave a shaky sigh, rolling over to lay beside you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, and waiting for the rapid pace of your heartbeats to steady.

However, relaxing proved rather difficult for you. Now that the ecstasy and euphoria of your orgasm had passed, you found yourself becoming a bit paranoid. Every slight noise, while most likely just being the wind or the ordinary creaking of an old building settling was interpreted by you as a sign that the other mercs had returned early. You wrung the blankets in your hands, wrinkling them in a tight grip.

“Don’t let your mind start racing.” Medic interrupted your thoughts. Ever the observant one, he noticed your anxiety returning without you needing to say a word. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against him where you gladly settled into the curve of his body. “No one heard you except me. Do you really think I’d risk letting anyone else hear those delightful little sounds?”

He had a good point. You shook your head and he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His fingertips brushed against your scalp, and the sensation sent shivers down your spine.

“Those are only for me to hear. Gott, I love listening to that pretty voice of yours, nur für mich.” You loved the touch of possessiveness he sometimes had in his tone, always striking a perfect balance between attractive and intimidating. It made you wonder if he did it on purpose just to make you blush. “Wasn’t it nice to let go for once, liebling?”

“It did feel nice,” you confessed, knowing Medic would read you like an open book whether you admitted it or not. Of course, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take part in a bit of teasing as well. “I especially enjoyed hearing you,” you said. “I knew you were louder than me, but I didn’t know you could be that vocal.”

Medic seemed to laugh off your comment, but the bright flush in his cheeks was evident, even in the dim lighting of his room. It filled you with a sense of pride every time you were able to fluster him the way he did with you so often. “You know, we can’t make a habit of this. All the others would have heard us if they were here.”

“Natürlich, which is why we should make the most of tonight.” Before you could even process what he had said you were pulled into another kiss, this one deep and breathtaking in sharp contrast to the relatively chaste pecks from earlier. When he pulled away you were breathing hard all over again, looking up at him with renewed lust as he leaned in and you felt his lips brush against your ear. “What do you think, meine liebe? Ready for a second round?”

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 4 months

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With Felix 🥺

YES MA'AM! 🫡

Je t’aime.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Nope, it's FLUFF

Comments: I'm always down to write something about Lixie! He is Han's twin, after all. He is just so fucking pretty and like that one guy on youtube said "Sorry to all women, but you will never be prettier than Felix."

As soon as you got off the plane in the Paris airport, you were immediately overwhelmed. You had never ridden a plane by yourself, let alone going to a different country by yourself.

The truth is, you're not really alone. The manager that had been charged with traveling with Felix was meeting up with you while Felix was doing some shoots with their photographer. He told the young Aussie that he had to go meet up with someone to discuss the tour he was taking tomorrow.

When you passed security, you made your way to the exit, hoping to find the manager in the chaos. To your surprise, he was already in the building looking for you. You waved at him, but the man had already seen you coming.

"Hello, miss y/n. Glad to see another familiar face in this bustling city!"

You shook his hand nervously and giggled at the formal greeting. "Hi! I should say the same thing. I was just going outside to look for you."

He smiled, "No way! You are precious cargo and needed to be found as soon as you arrived!" He ushered you in the direction of the car parking ramp he had left the car in.

The city was magnificent! It was the first time you had been to France, and you were snapping as many pics as you could with your phone. You drove through a large roundabout that was surrounding the Arc de Triomphe and you couldn't stop trying to look through the manager's window to get a better look. "Do you think we can come back here?"

He looked out his window with you for a moment, "I will try to make it happen if time allows it."

When you pulled into another much smaller parking ramp, you got excited. The giddy bubbly sensation of surprising your lover was growing within you at the realization that it was so close. You only had a purse and a carry-on due to the shorter-than-you'd-like trip, but Felix's manager grabbed the bag from the trunk and demanded he hold onto it.

He looks down at his phone, tracking the location of Felix and their photographer. They were a block away wandering the local markets. "This is perfect! You can surprise him while shopping, miss."

You smiled anxiously, seemingly feeling like he was more excited about this than you. Your hands were already playing with the hems of your sleeves in anticipation of his reaction. The man had already sent you a couple of idyllic photos of the city and you couldn't believe you would be here with him.

The streets were bustling with all sorts of people on this warm, but windy, Wednesday afternoon. You had decided to dress to impress, wanting to feel like you belonged in this very luxurious space.

As you rounded the corner, you were overwhelmed by the lack of personal space created by the crowds. Thank god you had put your purse under your jacket, hearing of all of the pick pocketers that were in touristy locations such as Paris. That was a fear you had in this chaos.

Amidst such craziness, you saw your boyfriend, the man you hoped to marry someday. Of course, he stuck out like a sore thumb to you, but it couldn't be helped that he may stand out in general.

His style was not matching the others around him, and his blonde hair looked fluorescent in the midday sun. You could watch him all day; just bask in his ethereal appearance and attitude. He was so humble despite looking like a literal walking anime character. You continued observing him from ten feet away now, just watching him being so sweet to the lady running the stand he was at.

She seemed to be selling sweets of all kinds, and the man always wants a little bit of everything when he's travelling. She seems excited to tell him about everything, despite the slight language barrier. You're sure he had tried speaking some of his limited French, and that must've wooed her over.

You couldn't blame her! He is the essence of grace.

After watching creepily, you decided to just walk up to him while he chose his sweets. "Bonjour!" You yelled over the crowd to the woman behind the booth and she smiled sweetly back.

Felix was surprised at the sudden person so close to him and looked up questioningly. He gasped loudly and threw his arms completely around you! "Y/n? Wait… What the hell! How? When? What?!"

He couldn't decide what he wanted to say, so you just pulled him into a sweet kiss on his flustered face. He returned your kiss with numerous pecks on your whole face while you giggled at his happiness.

Lix grabbed both sides of your face with his hands on your cheeks, trying to make sure you were real. "Sweetie! I can't believe you're here! I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack you scared me so bad!" He let out a long breath through his mouth while he wrapped one arm around your waist and turned back to the woman, "Claudette, this is y/n. She's my lovely, wonderful, gorgeous, and insane girlfriend!"

"Hello again." You smiled at the lady that just shook her head at you two.

"T'amante. Ahhh young love." she sighed as she put together all of Felix's goods. He gave her his card and she finished the transaction with him. He gave her a ten-euro bill to add on for how kind she had been to them. When she saw it, she handed him two lollipops back.

He smiled, "Au Revoir!" and she blew a loving kiss back at him. He turned back to your face, “I suppose I should remind you, je t’aime, y/n.”

You fanned yourself dramatically, “God, I don’t think you understand how hot that sounds with your voice. Be careful around your Stays.” He made a disapproving noise, blushed profusely, and nudged your shoulders together because of your teasing.

Felix found a cafe with four available seats and went to the counter to order the drinks. On his return, everyone began talking about the schedule and Felix showed you more pictures of the things he's seen.

You also were treated to the news that you could go on the tour with them. Louis Vutton rented an entire double leveled bus for the interview they were planning to do with Felix, and you were welcome to sit behind the camera and take in the site. You were so excited to be here.

Felix couldn't let go of your hand the entire time, rubbing the back of your palm absent mindedly while confirming timings and locations with the two JYP staff.

Once finished, everyone continued roaming the streets together, taking in the sights and sounds of the ancient city. Felix pulled out the two suckers and you unwrapped them both since Felix was taking photos of everything still.

He took a photo of both of your heart-shaped lollipops. They were adorable and tasted like strawberry. The city of love, with your love, and these heart shaped lollipops was everything you needed at that moment.

You remembered what Claudette had said to you two, and searched it up on google, "Lixie, she said 't'amante' and that means your lover."

"Well, that's what you are. My light and my love."

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moibakadesu · 8 months

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Haruka’s victim of his “murder” was he himself (The suicide theory)

This is a theory that I had since t1 there have been even more points for me to work with (I just never had time/peace of mind to do so), so let’s get into it, shall we?

First of all, as should be obvious from the title, there is a cw for suicide and also one for child abuse and neglect, as well as dead animals because we can’t talk about Haruka without going into these topics.

So what we are going to talk about today is:

Haruka’s victim of his “murder” was he himself

You might wonder now: But how is he walking around in Milgram then? We are looking at a magical song prison that bends the fabric of reality, I don’t think being a sort of purgatory is that much out of the question. I am not one to think that ALL of our current prisoners are dead, but for some it seems like an option. Note Yuno asking so pointedly in her t2 VD “Am I really still alive?” which seemed like a big hint. And also (MILGRAM NOVEL 2 SPOILER) in the second novel there is a part where literally falls the statement of “of course there are people who are already dead, it would be more strange if we wouldn’t have these”. As well as there being a suicide case.

And even if we would not go into that direction, we would still have the option of a failed suicide attempt which resulted in a temporary stopped heart = on paper you can be declared dead. With Milgram’s very loose definition of “being responsible for the loss of a human life” this seems very much like it could qualify as well.

So what gave me the idea that this could be the case for Haruka? The first thing that made my interest perk up was this screen here from Undercover:

In these shots with the silhouettes from the prisoners we presumably have a location where their murder happened or is heavily connected to it. And in some cases we even have the victims present in the shots.

What differentiates the prisoners from their victims is that all prisoner silhouettes have this gray hatching on them while their victims are a solid black color (it’s a bit unclear with Kazui, because he and Hinako are pretty small in his scene).

So with that in mind what falls to attention in Haruka’s shot? Yes, he is a solid black.

And that sprung the idea of: what if Haruka is the victim?

Well, he is, in more sense than one, but we are only concentrating on his “murder” for now.

Let’s now go through his first MV Weakness with this in mind, because it is already ripe with a lot of possible suicidal imagery. We won’t go over his first VD, because … well, there are simply no real hints in that one yet.

Weakness analysis

Right away at 0:08 we start with a scene transition of Haruka sinking into water. As you are probably all aware water is a big recurring theme with him, it draws itself through his MVs as well as being present in image material and merchandise related to him. Prior to ending up in Milgram he was also living in the city Niigata, which is literally called “the city of water”. So we can assume that it is of pretty big significance to his character.

The overall imagery of drowning and suffocating also appears repeatedly with him, so my assumptions of how he might have taken his life are either by, well, drowning or by hanging himself (due to imagery we will later get to in AKAA).

At 0:41 we have Haruka pushing his younger self into a “scribble-puddle”, leading us to another transition of Haruka once again sinking into the watery depths.

I think this is both a representation of Haruka’s loathing and jealousy of his younger self which still was somewhat loved by his mother until his disabilities became too noticeable to be ignored as well as an actual stand-in for killing yourself.

At this point let’s talk a little bit about the little girl that is assumed to be Haruka’s victim, shall we?

Well, in a broad sense we can say: yes, she is his victim. But the twist is this, recently I saw a theory that made a big amount of sense to me, especially taken in account with the suicide theory. Basically, I think the little girl never existed in reality. She was just a figment of Haruka's imagination, a sort of “Imaginary friend”, his idealized version of what “Haruka” should have been. We know from his t2 interrogation questions that his mother always wanted a girl instead of a boy, going so far as to picking the name beforehand and not changing it even after she knew she was expecting a boy.

I could even imagine that his mother might have tried to raise him as a girl up to a certain age, her terrible overall parenting surely gives me the impression that she would do something that twisted.

So Haruka’s delusion of “his perfect loveable self” might have intermingled with himself taking his life. Because something that always threw me off was that in the end of AKAA when we get the split second of him strangling the girl it is clearly a grown up Haruka putting his hands on her neck. But in Weakness they are around the same age apparently. Why is this? Well, of course the “perfect little girl his mother wanted” would stay a little girl forever in his mind.

So he is fully convinced that he killed that girl, in his mind she was real after all.

This might be completely off the mark, but even if it is, I still could imagine Haruka taking his life after having committed the murder of the girl. Going over his second VD again personally I am leaning more towards the option that the girl was his little sister, with how much attention he puts on it having been a murder out of jealousy.

But the lyrics going along with him pushing the girl in Weakness could also allude to the possibility of that “imaginary girl” theory.

And right here at 1:20 down in the water we go again, directly after the scene above.

And at 2:05 we are at the well known stone smashing scene. The action in the screen is not the main point in this case though, here we have the first appearance of the lyrics of:

Haruka usually doesn’t consider the abuse received by his mother as bad, any attention received from her is good attention in his eyes, so he wouldn’t see himself as a victim for that, right?

So what could it imply?

Maybe becoming your own victim?

Because a lot more importantly, these lyrics make another reappearance right away. When?

When Haruka strangles his younger self. (Right after another “falling in water” scene at that.)

And at the end we literally have Haruka kneeling over his dead self, admitting that “it was me”.

It is also important to note that this is the only instance in the MV where he is not waking up in his bed again.

So that is all already plenty to go from, isn’t it? But don’t worry, there will be plenty more. (Or do worry, my heart cries daily for poor Haruka.)

To go chronologically let us look at his second VD:

Metamorphosis of the Weak

This will be quick, we only have to take a look at the very end here where Haruka comes up with his suicide threat. It’s his first instinct after threatening to kill Es and becoming aware again that he can’t do that. He is making that statement with astounding ease, almost as if … he went through with it before. He knows he is capable of doing it, so he is certain and confident of himself.

On that note, I am like 99,9% certain that he won’t be successful with whatever attempt he might be starting, there will be an intervention or a reason why it’s not possible of some sort. It will most likely go against Milgram’s purpose of judging these prisoners, so it won’t be allowed that somebody escapes proper judgment by putting an end to themselves. (MILGRAM NOVEL 2 SPOILERS: Jackalope in the novel also makes a point of this, saying that the prisoners there are disposable only after they have been judged.)

But I wrote a whole post about all the reason I am certain they won't kill him off in the middle of the trials, if you want feel free to read up on that as well!

So without further ado let us go to Haruka’s second MV:

All knowing and all Agony analysis

We start at 0:12 with Haruka in his solitary confinement, the room getting flooded with water.

Here we are again with the theme of him getting submerged in water.

And the next scene of him submerged in water right here at 0:35 in the mirror (btw. I love the direction of this MV, the blurred writing appearing in the mirror like it is getting drifted ashore by the water being one of the parts of this).

Now here at 1:29 we have a very interesting scene.

Sadly AKAA is riddled with a very spotty translation of the lyrics that doesn’t convey the meaning a lot of times or even leaves out some things.

This part here is the perfect example, the more fitting translation here would be: “if with the push of one button I could be reborn”

The translation exchanges the reborn with reset which doesn’t really carry the same meaning in this context, being reborn is something that you get after dying. I don’t think this is a coincidence at all. Also important detail here is that we have the frames with the butterfly specimens on the wall. The butterfly is a symbol of death and rebirth as well. This goes well with the name of Haruka’s second VD, because “metamorphosis” is the term for the transformation that a butterfly undergoes in the cocoon.

And here another important part that gets lost in translation:

In Japanese it would more correctly translate to “I don't want to die, I don’t want to die”.

Because, yes, I do think that Haruka committed suicide. Do I think that he did it because he wanted to die? No, that was not the main objective for him. In my opinion it was either, like before mentioned, to be reborn so that he can be a more loveable self in the next life or it was the last final desperate cry for attention from his mother after even killing the target of his jealousy didn't give the desired results.

It probably also ties in with his situation in Milgram, he does not want to die, to get wiped out, but his death is once again the only means to an end that he can see in this situation, in this case forcing an innocent vote for Muu with his life as the bargaining chip. (And well, we all know how well that gamble turned out for him ...)

And then at 2:09 we have the scene of Haruka standing on the chair.

You know what people often stand on chairs for? Hanging themselves. Doesn’t help that the barred up window in the back sort of alludes to the rope of a noose the way one of the bars is placed directly behind of him.

And here once more, with the infamous “dreaMu” line.

As I mentioned before, I suspect his pre-Milgram suicide was by drowning, but these images could very well allude to his threat spoken in the prison to secure Muu’s innocent vote. I personally wonder how Haruka could even be aware of this option to take his own life, because I can hardly imagine him having knowledge about this with his “sheltered” lifestyle, but who knows.

Good luck attempting that in the prison though, as far as I am aware there are no fixtures there that would allow for it, and we are talking about a person that can’t even tie his own shoes, let alone tie a noose that would hold up his whole body weight.

Here we also have another very bad translation choice, and I’m not talking about the “dreaMu”. No, the problem is that they just didn’t include the whole second part of that line which would be “and spread my wings wide”, perfectly going along with Haruka spreading his arms like wings.

As if to take flight. This could be calling back to the butterfly symbolism as well as jumping, “taking flight”, from the chair …

And at 3:00 we reach another part of the MV where Haruka gets submerged in fluid. But this time it’s not water.

We have seen this fluid before in the MV, notably when the preserved animals started “melting”.

Preservation is the important word here, because this fluid is most likely formaldehyde (or formalin), used to preserve dead bodies. Fun fact, this is technically not the first time we see it, it might be present in Weakness as well.

This bottle here right at the beginning looks a lot like bottles that get used to store it. It is also a clear fluid before it comes into contact with what gets preserved.

As to why Haruka has knowledge about this sort of thing is, that I could imagine that his mother had to do with animal specimen preservation, either as a hobby or for work, so he is familiar with the function of it. On that note, he might even have started killing animals to bring his mother more bodies for her hobby/work and to be praised for it.

So we are closing the MV with Haruka sitting and swaying in his “formaldehyde tank”, the very substance in which dead things are preserved, repeating the lines of wanting to be reborn to be the favorite next time, in his next life basically.

(Oh my sweet boy, you don’t have to try so hard, you are already my favorite.)

And this is it, my theory that Haruka is literally a dead boy walking in this prison.

My heart bleeds for him, because for him it’s absolutely impossible to get any sort of happy end at the finale of Milgram and I think he would have deserved the world. Just a family that would have supported and understood him properly, a way more normal life, how his biggest wish is.

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 11 months

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Artemisia x FemReader

A Princess and a Commander

A/N: I haven’t written for Artemisia in a while and I missed writing for her, so when I saw a story that gave me the perfect inspiration I knew I had to give it a go.

Warnings: None

Persia was one of the greatest empires of its time and none could match it strength in battle nor its wealth in knowledge. As such like a great and successful things, there was always someone or something wishing to topple them.

Persia was ruled by the great King Darius he was your father and you were the Princess and Persia's greatest treasure.

There had been threats recently in the capital against your family, this wasn't an uncommon assurance though it seemed the threats were becoming more frequent and closer to home and suddenly the entire palace was on high alert.

You were currently sitting in court to your father's left, whilst your brother Xerxes was sitting to his left. Matters were being discussed and disputes were being settled but you struggled to keep your attention focused entirely on the matters at hand.

your mind drifted from the throne room you were sitting to the ports and watersides that surrounded your home, to you there was nothing more beautiful than the sea and if you could anywhere at that moment, it certainly wouldn't be sitting in a room discussing politics whilst sitting looking beautiful. Instead it would be sitting by the water's edge admiring the soft sounds of the water as it rippled and flowed.

"Y/n," a voice called out though it was faint and almost inaudible when it reached your ears, your mind still wandering by the sea. "Y/n!" The voice was much louder this time and it jolted you quickly out of your thoughts.

"Yes," You called out, head turning from one side to another unsure as to who spoke your name and trying to locate the disturber. It was clear though, when you meant the slightly annoyed face of your father, that it was he who was calling for you.

"Y/n, Why weren't you listening?" he asked you, his voice was stern and almost disappointed, though he could never truly bring himself to actually sound angry at you. Now you felt guilty for not paying attention and you worried that you may have missed something important, due to his tone.

"I'm sorry father," You began to answer, upset with yourself for ignoring him even though it was unintentional, "I'm not quite sure what happened, could you repeat yourself please?" You asked him kindly, giving a vague explanation as to why you hadn't answered.

"I was explaining that I've called a guest to stay at the palace for the indefinite future, they'll be assigned to yourself to keep you safe these next coming weeks." Your father kept eye contact with you as he spoke, leaning on the left of his throne to be closer to you.

"Why on earth do I need a bodyguard," You asked him, though it seemed you hadn't though your words through before you'd said them, as they came across harshly due to raised voice and unruly tone. You were no longer sat but instead standing as you looked down at your father annoyed. Why did you need a bodyguard, there were plenty of soldiers around the palace and you could take care of yourself, you weren't a child anymore.

"Y/n keep your voice down, I don't want any back talk. This is for your own safety, you know the threats that have been made, it's to keep you safe." Even now, after you'd raised your voice at him and stood taller them him, your father wasn't angry, if anything he was more concerned than anything, is eyes conveying enough sincerity to confirm the worry but even that couldn't defuse your anger.

"I bet Xerxes isn't getting a bodyguard," You argued, pointing at your brother that sat your father's left. He'd kept himself out of the conversation thus fair but now you'd quite literally dragged him into it and he seemed less than pleased with that.

"Of course he's not, your brother can protect of himself against a threat but Y/n you haven't had much training and can barely keep your attention on the matter in the room longer than five minutes," Your father began to say to you, deciding to reason with facts than scolding. "How do you expect to me leave defenceless when your life could be at risk and you wouldn't even notice.”

You knew he was only looking out for you, he was your father of course he was and it wasn't like he was making up these facts either. Each one had been true, though the attention span one was slightly dramatised, you could pay attention to things, if anything you had some of the best hearing you knew of it. You only didn't pay attention during court and other formal gatherings because it was always the same old story being repeated for the hundredth time and it got boring very quickly.

You could tell by the look in your father's eyes that there was no arguing your way out for this and as such you wouldn't waste your breath, so instead you hung your head low and asked "When will this man be arriving?”

"They, will be arriving two days from now, until then you'll have to palace guards accompanying you during the day." Your father spoke matter of factly and now you already hated this man that would be showing up and stealing away your freedom for the foreseeable future.

"Alright father," You responded disappointed with what you had been told and quickly you left the throne room, deciding to retire to your chambers for the rest of the evening but even then you heard two of the guards from room, following closely behind you and you already detested this arrangement.

The next morning followed a very uneventful evening, you hadn't dared leave your rooms because you didn't want to be followed by two men, so instead you lock your rooms doors and curled up by the window with a book, not retiring for the night until the sky was the darkest shade of navy and the stars were brighter than before.

You'd taken your sweet time getting ready that morning, if you were going to followed by to guards, then you were going to annoy the life out of them until they were begging your father to relieve them of the duties to protect you.

Then once this 'Bodyguard' arrived you'd do the exact same thing to him and even more and you just knew he'd be running to the other end of Persia driven into madness by his Princess and then your father would have no choice but to give up and return your freedom back to you.

You'd taken an extra twenty minutes longer then usual, though you'd actually spent some of that time reading and dancing about your room, since you already knew that you really couldn't take longer then half an hour to get ready, so you tried filling out the time by doing other activities.

You knew you'd already annoyed the two guards who were to follow you for the next two days, there annoyed grunts and heavy footing was giving their annoyance towards you away. Though they'd never dare saying anything directly to you as you were their Princess and therefore you held the power with the situation.

Breakfast was much different to usual, accept from the fact that you made more of a point to talk to your brother rather than your father, as you were still greatly annoyed by his decision to strip you of your freedom. People could call you childish for doing such a thing and in all honesty you knew it was but quite frankly you didn't care and quite frankly why would you call an adults actions childish because unlike a child, an adult would always have a reason to back up their decisions.

After breakfast had concluded you'd left with a simple glance and goodbye towards your father, you could certainly hold a grudge. You didn't have any royal responsibilities to attend to today so as you walked down one of the many corridors of the palace, your mind thought through all the things you could do.

After walking out of the dining hall all your ears could hear was the heavy foot falls of the palace guards following you but when you rounded a corner and began walking down a new corridor it went quiet.

You didn't care enough to stop and check why the noises had stopped, and quite frankly looking down at the floor and being in your own little world, was far more satisfying.

The only problem was that you because your focus was on the ground and not in front of you, you hadn't been watching where you were going and not long after the corridor had gone quiet, you knocked into something hard and had to stop yourself from falling to the floor.

Your quickly regained your balance and began to look up as you steadied yourself, you were now angry that someone had knocked into you but in reality you were really only angry with yourself for yet again paying attention to your surroundings.

"Hey! watch were your going," you exclaimed in a loud and very un-Princess like voice, your tone slightly angered as you looked upon the person who you'd knocked into.

You expected to be looking upon a servant at the very most some advisor of your father's waiting for an audience but you certainly weren't expecting to see a woman, dress half like a lady and half like a soldier and suddenly you had to stop yourself from gaping.

You'd never seen a woman like her, she had black hair and blue, though her eyes were a little hard to make out due to the black eye makeup she was wearing. None of the ladies a court ever wore anything but a gown and though you were always more partially in dress, you did enjoy something a little less feminine when down by the sea.

"I beg your pardon," This wasn't voice was heavier than your own, her tone wasn't angry like yours but almost surprised and amused at once, as if she'd never had someone talk to her like that and she found it amusing.

Not one to admit you were wrong in front of a stranger you continued with your annoyance, "You walked into me, the very least you can do is apologise." You argued against this woman's amused tone but it seemed your statement had only amused her more and endeared her on.

"Alright I'll play along," She whispered it seemed the comment was more to herself then you and then you could see how her demeanour changed "I'm so very sorry my lady," She began to speak and immediately you could hear her words dripping with sarcasm. "Whilst you have me apologising would you also like me to brush hair and tie your shoes.”

It didn't matter that your anger towards the woman before was fake and instead anger towards yourself, now you were truly angry with her, not only was her amused smirk and sarcasm deeply irritating but her words were down right insulting, either she didn't know who you were or she very clearly didn't care.

"How dare you," Your voice was elevated as you raised your head and began to walk past the crude woman, knocking her shoulder on your way past. "Arrogant arse," You mumbled under your breath not caring whether this disrespectful woman had heard you or not but unbeknownst to you she had.

Once you'd neared the end of the corridor you heard your guards running down to catch up to you, though you did wonder why they stopped in the first place, strange.

You'd decided to spend the rest of your day in the gardens, having your lunch being brought out instead of eating inside and then you'd tended to some of the plants had read some more of your book, before finishing the day of with some scripture writing.

Dinner was similar to breakfast, in the way that it was uneventful though you'd decided that you couldn't ignore your father for the rest of your life. So after being nudged and encouraged along by your brother, you finally cave and spent the last bit of dinner having a conversation with your father, that thankfully had nothing to do with your safety or guarding arrangements.

#eva green #eva green x fem #eva green story #eva green gifs #eva green x reader #artemisia x reader #artemisia #300 rise of an empire #rise of an empire #greece #ancient persia #ancient greece #princess royal #actress #fantasy #miss peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #edit

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During early 3rd season, Smokescreen finally lets it slip what actually happend after the base got blown up and that he almost became a prime. Bonus points if he also offhandly mentions how young he actually is (I always headcannoned that he was just a sparkling at the beginning of the war, but had his frame ubgraded cause cybertron needed soldiers).

Cue most (if not all) of team prime being geniuenly horrified that one of their teammates was by all means, both human and cybertronian, a child all this time(and maybe the older bots blaming themselves for not realising just *how* young Smokey was).

Maybe some Dad!OP becoming protective of him? And Ratchet slowly developing a soft spot for the (literal) kid.

Sorry for any typos

What a lovely little request! I do love me some fluff with ever so slight angst involved! (No worries on the typos front, I have seen far worse in my requests)

Child Soldier

During the height of the war there were a great many things that slipped past Optimus's notice for one reason or another. There were also a solid handful of amendments and rules he was forced to make in order to preserve the lives of as many of his Autobots as possible. One such order he gave and forgot about due to its relative irrelevance in regards to the overall war effort was the treaty he made in regards to sparklings and younglings.

After the last wave of sparklings emerged and were nearly wiped out, Optimus took as many as he could and to save them from being damaged further, issued the order to have them trained and put into larger frames. It was not a decision he made lightly, but it would be best for the sparklings as it would help them blend in among the regular foot-soldiers and keep them safe from targeting. Not to mention he could safely put them in secure guard positions in strongholds to give off the appearance of strength while fully grown bots went off the war.

In the end Optimus and most of high command forgot about the issued order once the stress of the war took more of their attention. The order fell by the wayside and all Autobot high command remembered about it was that there were hundreds of young recruits unfit for battle stationed at secure locations for their own safety. And once Cybertron was abandoned, the order was forgotten altogether as every bot was required to be mature or die.

As such when Smokescreen turned up originally, Optimus and Ratchet were the only ones who became vaguely interested in his behavior. It was like searching through a fog in their memories, but somehow they had this never ending feeling that Smokescreen was... young, very young. His abilities in battle were not exemplary and spoke of excitableness and rashness reserved for the young, but his skills were sufficient enough for it to be overlooked. His personality also seemed to fluctuate slightly in the manner of sparklings, shifting between serious and childish depending on the overall mood in the room. He was intelligent and showed great potential to apply it, but his attention was diverted too easily and his focus quick to be shaken. It was... off-putting. But nevertheless, the elder members of the team shook it off and chalked Smokescreen's oddities up to their own paranoia and Smokescreen's inexperience.

Of course then there was the destruction of the base and the subsequent battle that followed once Optimus was repaired. What happened between Optimus and Smokescreen was never spoken of aloud after the matter. On Optimus's end it was because it no longer mattered, the issue was resolved and he was restored. And for Smokescreen he simply never mentioned it because there were other things to worry about at the time, including but not limited to getting used to the new base and adjusting to all that had changed. However after things had settled down and the team were well acquainted with their new accommodations, Smokescreen brought the event up rather casually, not realizing the implications of his words until it was too late.

Bulkhead: It sure must be nice to fly, right Prime?

Optimus: It is a new experience to say the least, one I would not have had without the forge of Solus Prime.

Smokescreen: And to think I could have gotten wings if I'd become Prime that day.

Ratchet: *choking on his drink* You could have been wHAT?!

The team collectively dropped what they were doing to stare at the Prime and Smokescreen as they both just shrugged like it was no big deal. The team had been aware of the fact that Optimus nearly died that day. Bumblebee very nearly losing control of himself in response to his rapidly weakening bond to Optimus confirmed that. But they had never considered the fact that Optimus would have had no one other than Smokescreen to be his successor. It was startling to imagine the rookie being named Prime in any circumstance.

Upon being questioned Optimus pointed out that it was simply logical. At the time he was dying and there was no one else to take on the mantle of Prime. It made perfect sense for Smokescreen to be offered the title since he was there, worthy, mostly willing, and old enough to reasonably handle the Matrix (to his knowledge anyway). Also it would have been foolish for Optimus's body and the Matrix to be abandoned for any extended period of time for a plethora of reasons. And with darkmount and Megatron looming at the time... there was not other viable option but to have Smokescreen take the Matrix.

Upon hearing the comment about how Optimus's saw him as being old enough to be Prime, Smokescreen chuckled nervously and quietly added that he was in fact, not even five hundred years of age. Cue the entire team, Optimus included, pausing to stare at him in mixed confusion, shock, and awe.

Bumblebee: How old are you?!

Smokescreen: Uh, I think around three hundred and eight?

Arcee: You don't know how old you are?!

Smokescreen: Well it didn't exactly matter back on Cybertron. We were all cadets and our age wasn't important since we all had grown frames.

Optimus & Ratchet internally: Frag, the sparkling protection order...

It all came rushing back to the two eldest members of the team with the force of meteor. Smokescreen was part of the sparkling protection order and they hadn't even realized it. Suddenly all his quirks and behaviors made perfect sense. He hadn't been given the chance to develop normally and therefore had matured in body and mind, but not in spark or code.

Guilt hit them both right after, both because they had forgotten about the order they helped issue, and had failed to notice that Smokescreen was a victim/recipient of said order. There was nothing to be done to change Smokescreen's frame or give him back his sparklinghood now, but they could explain and try to treat him better. And so that is exactly what they did.

Optimus: Smokescreen, do you know why you received a frame upgrade so young?

Smokescreen: Hm, no, not really? We all got our upgrades as soon as we reached half a vorn of age. It was normal proceedure.

Ratchet: We issued that order Smokescreen, me, Optimus, and Autobot high command.

Smokescreen: Really? But... why?

Optimus: You were of the last wave of sparklings. It wasn't safe for you or the others. You needed to be protected and blend in, so we did what we had to.

The team were shocked, that is save for Ultra Magnus who had not forgotten about the order and had assumed Optimus recalled as well. Smokescreen wasn't upset at the reveal and accepted the reasoning without any pushback. He understood the logic and was just happy to be alive and well, even if he hadn't had a sparklinghood. And so before the explanation was even finished, Smokescreen wandered off not at all bothered by it.

In the end, whether he liked it or not, the team's interactions with him shifted, especially with Ratchet and Optimus.

Bumblebee began talking on a more brotherly role for Smokescreen. It wasn't really intentional, he just felt the need to be more mature and take the time to get to know Smokescreen better in light of his age. In fact, Bumblebee began taking every opportunity available to him to drag Smokescreen into a game and teach him the things that he should have been able to learn if he had been allowed to grow normally. Before long Smokescreen found himself playing games every time he wasn't on duty for at least a half hour. Often times he didn't even realize he was playing as Bumblebee tended to disguise it under the ruse of work. The scout also began quietly teaching Smokescreen, generally by poking fun at him in the manner of all siblings and helping him to adjust whatever he was doing wrong.

The team found their interactions cute.

Arcee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack took to giving Smokescreen more leeway in his work. Arcee stopped being so strict and quick to snap, Bulkhead ceased any and all hostility, and Wheeljack silently gave Smokescreen a Cybertronian puzzle cube as his way of being nice. Smokescreen was baffled by the sudden kindness and overall leisurely manner in which he was treated, but he did not object to the lack of yelling or the puzzle cube which he spent long hours messing around with.

Ultra Magnus for his part didn't treat Smokescreen any differently, at least not openly. But behind closed doors he and Optimus worked together to keep any possibly dangerous missions out of the rookie's servos. Not to mention more than once the commander quietly took an extra patrol or two when Smokescreen was obviously too exhausted to work any harder or going through a bad day. It wasn't much, but it did show that Ultra Magnus cared, if only out of sheer obligation and a desire to adhere to his moral code.

Ratchet didn't mean to, in fact he kept trying to tell himself that he shouldn't, but in the end he couldn't stop himself from fussing over Smokescreen the same way he did with Bumblebee. The first mecha he checked when they came back from patrol were the youngest members of the team. Whenever he noticed Smokescreen struggling he would slip the rookie some energon goodies that he kept in a stash for special occasions. If Smokescreen appeared exhausted or out of sorts, Ratchet would come by and do his best to help the sparkling-turned-soldier without trying to make a big deal out of it. Smokescreen for his part was confused as pit when Ratchet started giving him extra attention, even going to far as to patch him up first and give him little treats on bad days. He didn't understand at all, but still rapidly found himself going to the medic on instinct after a while.

And then there was Optimus who seemed to take it as a personal challenge when Smokescreen shrugged off his age like it was nothing. Before Smokescreen could even comprehend it, his idol and Prime swiftly began fussing over him as a Caretaker would. If he was injured Optimus wouldn't quit bothering him until he went to Ratchet. If he showed signs of distress, Optimus was one of the first to turn up and try to offer his services, be it a listening ear or whatever else Smokescreen might require. The Prime also took to scruffing him whenever he thought about doing something Optimus's considered dangerous. It was embarrassing, but Smokescreen always found himself going limp whenever the Prime grabbed him by the neck guard and pulled him back from whatever he was attempting to do.

It was all little things, a bit odd for Smokescreen but not strange enough to make him feel like a sparkling. At first he wasn't fond of the babying, but he found himself growing to enjoy the little touches the team gave him and the attention he found being given to him. It was nice... and something he didn't know he needed.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #team prime #smokescreen #optimus prime #ratchet #arcee #bulkhead #bumblebee #ultra magnus #wheeljack #smoky is a sparkling and suddenly everyone wants to adopt him #its been way too long since they have had the chance to baby someone aside from the children #why not take the opportunity to drown smokescreen in love and support?#he obviously needs it

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Meursault’s Origins

Hello everyone! (Or the approx 4 and a half people who will view this!)

I was wondering recently why Meursault’s appearance in the anime/manga looked so damn familiar and it FINALLY clicked tonight! And I decided to share my likely insane revelation. Hint: It involves someone we already know.

My theory is that Meursault is an experiment that was based on Arthur Rimbaud’s ability “Illuminations” and then later perfected after the war had finished. From what we know about the Great War in the BSD Universe it involved a fair amount of ability users! From spies-- Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, to medics-- Yosano Akiko, Mori Ougai, to soliders-- Fukuchi Ochi, Fukuzawa Yukichi, even experimental life forms designed to turn the tide of a war-- Nakahara Chuuya. Basically the whole war became a clash of abilities so strong and volatile that it nearly tore the whole world apart. And who do we know who is fantastic at containing volatile entities/abilities and served in the war on the side of France? Mr. Randou himself.

Exhibit A: The location of the prison itself. France is the known origin country of Arthur Rimbaud. He served the DGSS in it’s field operations division for many years there and remained loyal to them until losing his memories. I always found it odd that Meursault was in Western Europe since most of the major conflict arcs take place locally in Japan but this could explain the significance. Meursault itself is also a French word which could be another tie or simply a clue to its precise location.

Exhibit B + C: We know that Illuminations is capable of containing extremely powerful abilities within its hyperspace AND capable of restraining Dazai when needed. Rimbaud literally retrieved an entity who defies the laws of physics in the form of Arahabaki and was also easily able to work around the possibility of nullification when battling Dazai in the Fifteen Arc by simply encasing him within a sub-sub space of his ability.

Exhibit D: French researcher Pan and the existence of Black No. AKA Paul Verlaine. We already know that experimentation was happening in France at the hands of a citizen and that when the DGSS became aware they halted it. However, we know that the information gathered by these trials was not destroyed as it falls into the hands of the Japanese Government a short time later leading to ...

(Suribachi City built in the aftermath of Arahabki emerging due to war time experiments.)

We don’t know exactly why the information was never destroyed. Unless there was reason to keep it under government power rather than riding the world of unethical, immoral instructions on human lab rats. Something like using it in further experiments themselves?

Exhibit E: This is likely painfully obvious but it just looks similar! The yellow, glowing, floating squares evoke the same imagery. Which I admit could be a coincidence and why the cells are rounded rather than squares in the anime ... but the yellow, shimmering look is interesting.

Now ... why would such a thing be needed? And why would such a thing exist specifically in times of war? Well I thought about and decided that maybe Meursault has a darker history than we imagined. I wonder if Mersault was designed to house prisoners of war. A prison that could entrap any ability user for an indefinite period of time sounds rather helpful when the enemy has strong Gifteds, right? Imagine Mori’s troops without Yosano Akiko or Japan losing Fukuchi Ochi’s Mirror Lion ability for combat? It could easily turn the tide of the war if enough ability users were removed from the battle field. It’s only once the war is over that it is converted to a maximum security prison

And maybe all the other sneaky experiments contained within its walls are halted ,,, dense water anyone? It would suck to be waterboarded with as an enemy spy or to surround important locations where you do not want enemy forces marching into. Interesting technology at the very least and quite possibly the result of another gravity manipulator? Someone else we know? Such as Paul Verlaine, another French spy who was involved in experiments himself? It’s all very intriguing, my friends!

#bungou stray dogs spoilers #BSD spoilers #Stormbringer spoilers #BSD #Bungou stray dogs #Meursault #decay of angels #dazai osamu #nakahara chūya #Paul verlaine #Arthur Rimbaud #Fifteen BSD #BSD Manga #BSD theory #potentially triggering

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