#not that i'm better i'm a fool i may just be talking shit really
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|| love rival || Akatsuki x reader
They're now realizing what a mistake it was to introduce you to the group, now they have competition with their own teammate.
tags: former ninja!reader, gn! civilian reader, established relationships, threats, violence, protective!akatsuki, slightly suggestive in Sasori's || MDNI
Pain
He knows that Konan is harmless and she's not the sort of disrespectful person to go sniffing about where she doesn't belong, especially where he and his partner are concerned. Pain, however, cannot tolerate the lingering touches Konan gives you as she passes by. Her hand brushing yours, guiding you with an arm around your shoulders, and blushing at you. He feels a warning is warranted.
"You are my dear friend, Konan, I have known you many years, but this simply won't do. You are better than how you are acting. Be respectful and leave them alone, and I won't need to inflict pain upon you."
Konan
Oh, well isn't this troublesome. Konan isn't the type to make idle threats, but Pain is her commander and leader. That would not be a wise decision on her part, but she does trust her long-time friend to be somewhat respectful and not place you in any situation where you would be uncomfortable. She's not above putting her foot down if she really must.
"Sir, with all due respect, my partner isn't interested and we would both appreciate you to mind your manners."
Obito
You are his everything. He would destroy the entire world for you. Level mountains, tame seas, there isn't anything he wouldn't do as long as it's within his power. He's pretty surprised that Zetsu even took a liking to you, as he's not one that's expressed interest in most anything other than his eating habits.
"Surely Zetsu is mistaken. My partner isn't a corpse for you to munch on you, nor are they yours for the taking. Keep your distance and I won't have to bloody you up too much."
Zetsu
As with anything, both sides of him are at a near constant quarrel with each other. His light side trying to reassure his darker side that Tobi is harmless and doesn't mean anything malicious by taking interest in you.
"Tobi is a good boy, he means no harm." "His harm is his unwarranted interest in our beloved partner. Fool! You have no sense, do you?"
Hidan
Honestly he could laugh so hard he may undo the stitches in his neck. That old fucker wants his partner?? Is he actually serious?
"Haha! That's fucking rich! You've gotta be at least one-hundred by now, huh? Fuck off, geezer! They're not yours!"
Kakuzu
Clearly decapitating Hidan over and over doesn't make him talk any less. Neither does stabbing him-- but it sure does take the edge off. Kakuzu would rather not deal with the younger man's insufferable stubbornness. You are his lover, his alone, and Hidan had no chance in whatever the fuck kind of afterlife his mighty lord Jashin provides. None. Fuck off, Hidan.
"As if they'd want someone as lowly as you. You don't even pay for your own shit. Remember your place or I won't hesitate to remove you from this world permanently. One swipe and your head will be freed from your miserable shoulders. I'm sure all sorts of insects would love to burrow inside of that hollow space."
Itachi
For a moment he's reminded of Sasuke's little schoolboy crush on you, except Kisame isn't Sasuke. He is a grown adult capable of getting in the way of Itachi's livelihood. Threatening the sanctity of his relationship. He's unlikely to do much other than step in if he crosses any boundaries or makes you uncomfortable. So until something is said, it's just this weird, heavy atmosphere. Kisame starts to speak but Itachi cuts him off immediately.
"Keep their name out of your mouth, Kisame. I won't warn you again."
Kisame
Oftentimes he wonders how lonely Itachi is. He annihilated his entire clan save for his younger brother in a single night. He took away everything he loved and for what? He can appreciate Itachi's past but Kisame doesn't take too kindly to the eldest Uchiha brother being a bit too welcoming and protective of his partner.
"Itachi, a word of advice. Don't shit where you eat. And keep your nose out of other's relationships. You're a good, respectable man and I appreciate your concern in my partner's well-being. Let me handle it from here."
Sasori
There's still the age-old artistic view difference between the two: eternal art vs shortlived art. One could argue both have their merits, but even after all these years it was a sore subject between the blonde and redhead duo. And now you were thrown into the mix.
"If you truly think you're so superior to me, Deidara, then perhaps you'd be more open to what a waste your art truly is. My partner prefers eternal, long-lasting, but there's nothing long nor lasting about, is there?"
Deidara
This was great. Jusssst great. Sasori had been hanging around his area of the hideout more and for what, Deidara wasn't sure. Until he recalled that you had been given special permission to visit from Pain himself. You'd forsaken your village long ago and clearly had no interest in reporting them, so it was allowed. Sasori had begun skulking about ever since and the blonde could guess why he might be drawn to you.
"If you even think about turning my partner into a fuckin' puppet, I won't hesitate to kill you, Sasori. No matter which way I go about it, you'll end up in splinters. So, I repeat. Stay the fuck away from them, hmm."
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#akatsuki x reader#akatsuki imagines#naruto x reader#naruto imagines#pain x reader#pein x reader#konan x reader#zetsu x reader#obito uchiha x reader#hidan x reader#kakuzu x reader#itachi uchiha x reader#itachi x reader#obito x reader#kisame x reader#sasori x reader#deidara x reader#cherubfae 2024
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Twisted Wonderland - Magic3 Battle Quotes
The latest update to the JP server brought a third level of magic for SSR cards, and new battle quotes along with it. Following is my translation of the new lines.
These are sorted in order of dorm, and then alphabetically by character name.
Heartslabyul
Ace Trappola
♥️: I bet you underestimated me, huh?
♥️: Sorry, but this is game over!
♥️: Okay, now this is Ace Trappola’s one-man show!
♥️: A totally legit, no swindles involved win! And I didn't even lose a single set.
Cater Diamond
♦️: Shall I show you my cool side?
♦️: Try not to overdo it, okay?
♦️: Don't hurt yourself!
♦️: Oh, sweet!
Deuce Spade
♠️: Let’s let our fists do the talking!
♠️: You think I was born yesterday or something?
♠️: Oi, quit being a chicken shit!
♠️: No way can I let ‘em see me look bad.
Riddle Rosehearts
🌹: Are you ready?
🌹: You've angered me.
🌹: I'll let you hear my verdict.
🌹: Do you honestly think you can go up against me?
Trey Clover
🍀: We'll paint all the roses red.
🍀: This is why I told you....!
🍀: Could you please not bother me?
🍀: Did I go easy enough on you?
Savanaclaw
Jack Howl
🐺: You ain’t going anywhere.
🐺: My fangs are sharp.
🐺: You’re about to realize… just how strong I really am!
🐺: Remember my name!
Leona Kingscholar
🦁: I do what I want.
🦁: Enough already.
🦁: You better not turn your back on me.
🦁: You wanna be hunted down?
Ruggie Bucchi
🍩: I’m gonna take you out with the trash.
🍩: I’ll make a sandwich outta ya.
🍩: I’ll flip you like a pancake.
🍩: Shishishi… And that's the end of that.
Octavinelle
Azul Ashengrotto
🐙: I'll be collecting your payment now.
🐙: Come now, what are you going to do?
🐙: It's time for you to say "Goodbye".
🐙: In short, talking won't do us any good here.
Floyd Leech
🦈: Here, how 'bout this? Ahahahha.
🦈: I’m gonna wring you like a towel!
🦈: Aww, don't be scared.
🦈: C’mon, let's see some tears in those eyes. Ahahaha.
Jade Leech
🐬: It appears you need to be chastised.
🐬: Even though I was so kind as to give you some advice…
🐬: Don’t be afraid. Heh heh.
🐬: *Dissolve into the foam of the sea!
Scarabia
Jamil Viper
🐍: It's a difference in skill.
🐍: Disappear to the ends of the earth!
🐍: Don't you dare get up again!
🐍: I'll take away everything from you!
Kalim Al Asim
☀️: This is a party, so dance!
☀️: Party's over!
☀️: This is the real deal!
☀️: I'll make ya dance for me!
Pomefiore
Epel Felmier
🍎: Everything will freeze over.
🍎: If you underestimate me, you’re gonna end up hurtin’!
🍎: Don’t judge me just based off how I look.
🍎: Sleep forever.
Rook Hunt
🏹: I’d love to hear what you thought.
🏹: Adieu, Monsieur!
🏹: Love’s bow and arrow.
🏹: Oh, may your final moments be beautiful!
Vil Schoenheit
👑: Come on. **Charm me!
👑: It’s a shame we have to say farewell.
👑: This is…. My strength!
👑: That’s a wrap.
Ignihyde
Idia Shroud
💀: It's finally time for the main event.
💀: We're only at halftime, dude.
💀: You wanna take it to Sudden Death?
💀: I really just wanna be alone right now...
Ortho Shroud
🤖: Energy cannon, firing all rounds.
🤖: The target will be eliminated.
🤖: Magical cannon, maximum output.
🤖: The obstruction will be destroyed.
Diasomnia
Lilia Vanrouge
🦇: I'll give you a good scolding.
🦇: Your little jokes have gone far enough, kid.
🦇: I won't overlook a single chink in your armor.
🦇: Let's get you off to bed now.
Malleus Draconia
🐲: You fool!
🐲: Bow down before me!
🐲: Did you really think you could win?
🐲: Behold the power of a king!
Sebek Zigvolt
⚡: I'll drag you in.
⚡: Had you intended to ensnare me with that?
⚡: I'm faster than light!
⚡: Stronger than a lightning strike!
Silver
⚔️: Sleep deeply.
⚔️: I'll send you off to sleep now.
⚔️: I have something I want to protect.
⚔️: I won't make you suffer.
TL Notes
*this one seems to be a reference to Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Mermaid". the mermaid princess turns into seafoam and dies at the end, and jade's phrasing seems to mirror how its written in the jp version of the story. i took this line from the eng version of the story.
**he's saying either "charm me" or "show me". the words are pronounced the same and idk if there's in-game text that accompanies their lines, so take this one with a grain of salt pls.
#twisted wonderland#twst#riddle rosehearts#deuce spade#trey clover#ace trappola#cater diamond#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#epel felmier#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#silver
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So, a brief retelling of everything that happened in Rei's scout story.
Midori met Rei, who was looking at the painting very enthusiastically.
Midori tried to escape before he was noticed (he failed).
Rei scared him terribly with the story that this painting kills everyone who looks at it three times.
That was a lie, because Rei is a chaotic shit (a little later, he also told this horror story to Mao, because he wanted to see his scared face)
Rei decided to find the author of the painting because it depicted the view of ES and he just liked it and wanted to make a fuss.
After that, Rei gathered a bunch of kids (Midori, Yuki and Mao) around him and they started looking for the old artist who painted this picture
(and yes, in the course of the story, Midori also have a little crush on Rei)
(we can understand him)
R: It's a painting "you'll die if you see it three times."
M: Oh, I'm sorry. I've already heard that it's a lie.
R: Eehhh?
(HE WAS DISAPPOINTED THAT HE COULDN'T SCARE ANOTHER INNOCENT PERSON WITH THAT DAMN PAINTING, I LOVE THAT IDIOT.)
and also:
R: Hm? I thought it was a well-known fact that I despise the sun, but Takamine-kun, don't you know that?
M: Oh, no. I heard from Shinkai-senpai that Sakuma is something like a "vampire". But wasn't that a character summary?
R: Kukuku. "Character summary" or something like that~
M: Eh? Did I say something wrong?
R: No, I was just surprised by the fresh reaction, but in a good way. No wonder Takamine-kun doesn't know much about me. When we worked together in the past, we rarely left the building, and Takamine-kun may have been so desperate to do his best that he didn't even notice. I'm just a human who breathes, eats and sleeps, just like you.
M: (He laughs...)
M: (Was it really that bad? Hmm, I don't quite understand Sakuma-senpai... But it seems like I got to know him better now. I was scared because I knew Sakuma-senpai as an idol and from rumors. But I was relieved to learn that he has a downside.)
um. what is this situation from the shoujo manga?
but seriously, I am very glad that as many people as possible will get to know Rei and what a wonderful and warm person he really is.
and I'm also very amused by how Rei has repeatedly pulled Midori out of his introversive cocoon for some chaotic venture, without asking his opinion (and at the end of this venture, Midori is always in a good mood).
and another curious fact: Rei always talks to adults respectfully despite the fact that he never talks formally with peers. this is due to the fact that he works in an agency with a strict hierarchical system.
and he really arranges all sorts of things just because it JUST CAME INTO HIS HEAD. THERE'S NO REASON ANYMORE. The idea gets better if you make as much fuss as possible among others. fool♡
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365 May 3-6
After a point Desmond just came to the understanding that his life was weird and he really didn't feel like arguing with it anymore. Coming back from the dead? Near death? Limbo? Whatever did that to a person. He was so beyond his life throwing arguably impossible shit at him.
"I'm home," he said looking at the living room of his apartment that absolutely should not fit as many people in it as it did. And yet.
The first week it'd happened he was sure he was having a new mental break down. But no. That'd have been a reasonable explanation for a bunch of murderers showing up at his door looking like people out of a ren fair. He didn't know why they were there. They didn't know why they were there. When Desmond asked they just grabbed his blackened hand or arm. They were drawn to it. Somehow? For some reason?
Seven languages all roughly saying, "Welcome back," came in a chorus. They could all understand him at least. Whatever fucked up magic or whatever had given him that at least so he didn't have to sift through seven different tongues in his head to pull out the one he wanted.
"I brought bread," he said which got everyone interested. He didn't anticipate people from previous centuries to be picky eaters but they absolutely were. And that didn't even cover Ezio's insanely high standards for olive oil, which he basically drank. But everyone ate bread. Thank god. He always had to go down a few blocks for an actual bakery because of course they wouldn't eat store bread. The bakery knew him on sight now since he'd been going there every other day for a month and bought the exact same arrangement of bread. When they saw him coming in they just packed up his order for him.
"Everyone get their shit done while I was gone?" he asked amid some talking. Some of them could communicate but it was a near thing. Some of them even spoke English, which was cool.
"It was boring, but yes," Ezio said.
"Good. Who wants to make dinner?" Desmond asked, going into the kitchen and taking the bread out.
"Everyone stop looking at me," Evie said. "Just because I'm a woman."
Desmond didn't engage while Jacob was defending his sister's honor, or whatever. After a bit of bickering he called out, "Fine then we're all going to be unhappy and Altair will cook." There was some groaning.
"Fools," Altair said and Desmond was the only one who understood. He got up from where he was sitting on the floor and entered the little kitchen with Desmond. "My cooking isn't that bad... now," he added. Altair, like the rest of them, were not how Desmond remembered them from the memories as mostly wild and blood thirsty twenty-somethings. They were all older. In their thirties or forties. It was still weird seeing Altair in a beard. At least he wore it better than Ezio.
"Yeah you don't burn my pans now," Desmond said. Desmond still helped him figure out what to do. They all knew how to use the appliances by now but other than Connor, Bayek, and Evie none of them had ever had to cook for themselves until they'd shown up in Desmond's life. But like good Assassins they all took to instruction quickly and Desmond just had to tell them what to do and they figured it out.
"How much longer are we staying here?" Arno had come around to the kitchen while Altair was cutting onions with freakish laser precision. Desmond wasn't sure Altair couldn't understand French but he always acted like he couldn't so he didn't push it.
"I dunno. Until you guys fucking leave?" Desmond said. Who knew when that would be. Who knew why that would be or how!
Arno gave him an annoyed look. "I know that. But this is unsustainable," he motioned to the living room which had all the furniture shoved into the corners to make enough room for everyone to sleep. Desmond's bedroom also had some sleeping space on the floor. "Even at our lowest this is too much."
"Well if I want to break my lease I need to pay a fee. And then I have to find a new place that I can afford. And if you guys all fucking vanish one day I'm going to be in a big place all by myself unable to pay. I don't mind having roommates from former head mates but actual normal people? I'd rather die."
"That can be arranged," Altair said behind him.
"Shut it, you," Desmond frowned at him but Altair wasn't even looking at him.
Arno was also frowning. "Well perhaps it would be more useful if we put our minds to figuring out what happened to bring us here instead of what you have us doing."
"If you want to go ahead but I can't afford to feed someone who isn't helping," Desmond said, folding his arms. Because magic that they could all understand his spoken English they could also understand written English. Desmond had found all of them some reasonable paying translation gig work. Desmond knew they all hated it but also had no idea what to do in this century, let alone how to cross a street without almost being run over by a car.
Arno also folded his arms and mirroring Desmond. "I am not a stranger to hardship. But I'm tired of waking up with someone's feet in my face. Also Jacob snores; loudly," he put a pained look on his face.
Desmond grimaced. He could sympathize. Before he could keep going with Jacob Altair tugged his sleeve. He turned around. "Is this right?" and it was still so baffling hearing a hard ass like Altair ask him something so kindly.
Desmond looked over the chopped vegetables Altair had in the pan. He'd added raisins. Always with the fucking raisins with Altair. "Looks fine. Don't cook it too long or it'll turn to mush." He turned back to Jacob. "Look I'm not unsympathetic. I just don't know what to do myself," he said.
"Can we help you? Clearly we're supposed to be here? So we should help you."
Desmond sighed, "I would love that but none of you know how to use a computer."
"... A what?"
"Exactly."
"Is that the little glass tablet you carry around with you?" Arno asked.
"Yes."
Arno looked conflicted. "It seems... confusing but I'm willing to figure it out if it gets me into an actual bed."
"Fine," Desmond said and already knew it was going to give him a headache. "This weekend when I'm free."
Arno smiled. "Great," and he walked off.
Desmond sighed dramatically. "Punk," Altair grumbled, or about as close an approximation as Desmond could translate out.
"I knew you could speak French," and Desmond punched his arm.
"My wife is French, of course I can," Altair said with a grunt. "His accent is so snooty. I hate it."
"He's Parisian," Desmond said.
"No wonder he sounds like a prick," Altair grumbled and Desmond laughed.
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Having seven people crowding your space while trying to use your laptop was... something. It sure was something. Somehow they all managed to perch around him without getting in each other's way too and were all staring intently at the screen. Desmond had been talking to them, very slowly, for about three hours now explaining how a computer worked. He typically had all their translation work printed out and then on his days off typed it all into the programs or emails for the clients.
Surprisingly the one who seemed to understand it the best were the two old guys Altair and Bayek. Bayek was especially insane because he was from before the common era. Like the numbers ticked down on the grand time line of human civilization from where Bayek was from. Desmond wasn't particularly surprised by Altair who'd had his head in the future through the Apple for decades. That didn't mean either of them were good at it but they asked the least questions when he asked if they understood.
"I think that's about as much as I can just explain. You have to try it now. Who wants a go?" Desmond asked. He expected Arno to immediately volunteer. Hadn't he been the one excited to help him find a new apartment?
"I do," Bayek said.
"Weren't they still playing with sticks and rocks in your time?" Jacob asked, not knowing what Bayek was saying but getting the idea. Evie smacked his arm, hard, making him complain.
"Sit," Bayek sat. "It's light, hold onto the keyboard area so it doesn't fall off your lap," Desmond said and put the laptop on Bayek's crossed legs. There was a moment of confusion as Bayek figured out how to use the touch pad but then he got it. "I'm surprised you're at all good with this," Desmond said casually.
His answer absolutely floored Desmond. "This is nothing compared to the Isu ruins." Desmond hadn't personally lived through Bayek but he'd been told the story. Bayek was really good at telling stories. "That is actual confusing shit."
"What'd he say?" Ezio asked.
"He said it's nothing compared to Those Who Came Before," he said. "Didn't know Egypt had that sort of tech involvement with the Isu," he said thoughtfully.
"Ask him if it's as easy as it appeared when you did it," Arno said.
Desmond did and relayed it back while Bayek was clicking around on the computer and internet. "He said it's like reading a scroll where the words and pictures move with your thoughts."
"How poetic," Arno said.
"I also wanna try," Evie said.
"Yes, and I," Ezio said.
"Give him a few minutes," Desmond said.
"The keyboard is... confusing. I know what these letters mean but their arrangement is-- quite stupid," Bayek said.
"Yeah, basically," Desmond agreed.
"It also hurts my eyes."
"Yeap. It'll do that too," and he took the laptop back. Then Evie got to mess around with it while Bayek rubbed his eyes. He hadn't blinked the entire time. Then it was Ezio's turn once she'd had a go at it.
"Is there a way to see these mmm- webbed sites in Italian?" Ezio asked.
"Sort of? Just type into the text box in Italian. It should pull up Italian sites."
Watching Ezio pick and poke through what he wanted to ask Google was excruciating. "Ha! Italian," and he scrolled through the search results. Desmond leaned over to see what he was looking at.
"Hey!" Desmond snatched the laptop away. He switched into Italian himself to scold him and god he sounded a lot like Claudia by the way Ezio wilted. "Don't look up boobs on my fucking laptop. Of course I leave you alone for a minute and you're trying to see some tits. What are you? Seventeen again?"
He was going to have to put child locks or something on this thing so these Assassins didn't give his laptop a fucking virus looking up porn. "What can I say. I'm a man of simple pleasures?" Ezio said with a wry grin.
"Banned," Desmond pointed at him in annoyance.
He let everyone try out the laptop. No one was as taken with it as Bayek and Connor somehow almost broke it. Arno at least came away from the lesson and hands on part being slightly confidant in using it. Everyone also complained it hurt their eyes. Because none of them blinked while using the laptop. Blue light was hell of a thing.
They dispersed after that. Bayek, who still sat next to him, said, "Can you show me more things?"
"Sure? Like what?"
"I want to know what happened to Egypt," he said. "And the Romans. And the Greeks. Are they still around?"
"Well Ezio is what you could call Roman," Desmond said slowly. "He lived in Rome, the city, for a while."
"Is Rome no longer an empire?"
Desmond chuckled, "Buddy, they wish."
"... I would like to see what made Rome fall," he said, not in a sad way but rather he was very interested. "And what happened to Julius," his eyes narrowed.
"You're going to love what happened to Cesare," Desmond said and pulled up some wikipedia articles. He showed Bayek how to navigate the site, what the colors meant, what the little numbers next to words meant, and the sources at the bottom. After that Bayek was glued to it. "And make sure you blink," Desmond added. Bayek nodded.
Desmond got off the couch and wandered into his room, flopping down onto his bed. That had taken so long. He picked up his phone and looked at it. It was only mid afternoon. He had a few missed texts. It looked like they were from work. He ignored them. He wasn't paid enough to answer texts on his day off.
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Desmond was used to being watched at this point even if he couldn't see them. Didn't bother him. This time when he looked across the Goodwill it was Jacob staring right at him looking like he was dying while Evie was trying to find some clothes. Seemed that even after a few hundred years brothers still would rather die than shop with their sisters. He chuckled to himself and went back to ignoring him.
Desmond was more concerned with convincing Bayek and Connor that no they couldn't just walk around shirtless or tank tops all the time.
"But it will get in the way of my movement," Bayek said about the long sleeved shirt Desmond was trying to get him in. It was summer so was pretty warm and Bayek had never existed in any sort of cold weather in his life. His logic was sound for Egypt.
"Yeah but you can't enter most stores without a shirt, dude," Desmond said. Connor was more accepting of full shirts having grown up around Westerners but Desmond remembered being in his head. He always felt too big for in his clothes. Especially Achilles' old uniform that he'd nearly ripped several times from just how thick his arms were.
"But it's hot out. We don't need sleeves until later in the year," Connor said.
"What'd he say?" Bayek asked and Desmond repeated it. Honestly a lot of the time he was just repeating what everyone said so any two of them could hold a conversation. "Why would the time of year matter?"
"Winter?"
"... What is that?"
Desmond pinched the bridge of his nose. "Think like the flood season but instead it gets cold."
"It would get cold in Egypt sometimes," Bayek said.
"No like water turns into ice," Desmond explained.
"But it's not like that now? And there's so much clothes here surely I won't want for them," Bayek said. Everyone had been pretty stunned when Desmond had brought them to Goodwill and it was just filled with more clothes than any of them had seen in one place.
"In winter cold weather clothes tend to go quick," Desmond said.
"Hmm-
"Desmond," he looked over at Evie's voice as she came through the aisle. Jacob was sulking a ways away.
"Sup."
"My brother is useless as ever. I need input on these modern clothes," she said.
"Sure."
Evie showed him two shirts. They looked pretty nice and were fairly subdued, which he expected. One was a feathery blouse, the other was a thin sweater. They complimented her skin color. Desmond didn't know a lot about fashion but he'd seen enough women come into a bar to know what was good. "Which one?"
"I like them both," Desmond said.
"That is not helpful," she said.
Desmond reached over and grabbed the tags. They were both five bucks each. "Do you like them?"
"Yes."
"Then you can get both-
"What?" she asked, confused. "But these are so fancy and high quality," she said. Desmond knew the Industrial Revolution had been going on during Evie's time but fast fashion was a hell of a thing.
"It's fine, they're just a few dollars-
"That's expensive! Are you sure?" she asked.
He chuckled. "Yeah. If you like them we can get them. Make sure you find some bottoms you like too to match."
"Are you really sure?" she asked.
"Yes. And tell your brother to stop looking like a creep and pick out some clothes too," Desmond said.
She rolled her eyes. "He knows no other way. But yes, thank you," she held the clothes to her and walked off.
"Those are expensive though, are you sure?" Connor asked. He understood modern money better than Bayek who was ignoring them and looking at clothes.
"It's about the equivalent of fifteen cents," Desmond said, knowing Connor would understand that.
"Oh! Really?"
"Yeah. Inflation is hell of a thing-- don't worry about it, it's economics," he told Connor who just looked so confused.
"I think I like this one," Bayek said and Desmond sighed when he pulled out the most Dad shirt he could have found. It was a tie die tank top. "Finally something brightly colored. This time is so drab," he scoffed. The worst part was Desmond knew he'd absolutely wear it.
"Okay," Desmond said, defeated. Then he groaned at the sound of some very angry Arabic a few rows over. "Now what?" he looked and saw Ezio harassing Altair about... something? "Excuse me. Before Altair kills his biggest fan boy," Desmond said. "Find a shirt that fits you, Connor," he told Connor and went over to where Altair very nearly had his hands on Ezio's neck.
Desmond easily slotted himself between the two of them. "What's this about?" he asked.
"Ezio says I dress like a woman," Altair pointed at Ezio furiously.
"... What? Also how do you know what he's saying?"
"He's just speaking a different version of Latin," Altair said. "That isn't the point!"
Desmond turned to Ezio. "Did you say he's dressing like a girl?"
"I said he'd look like a fancy lady with his dress," Ezio said and yeah Desmond got why Altair was about to kill him.
"Take like twenty steps back while I defuse this bomb you made," Desmond told Ezio.
"I resent that," Altair growled at him.
Ezio did step back and Desmond turned around to him. "So what did he get you about?" Altair raised a shapeless dress that was very much a dress but it was also shaped like a thobe which was traditionally exactly what an old guy like Altair would wear. "Looks like a thobe to me," Desmond said, realizing what Altair was going for.
"Yes. That's what I tried to tell him."
"But it's a dress too."
"So?"
"Look I don't care," Desmond raised his hands before Altair bit his head off. "You'll get looks if you wear that though and I know you hate being perceived." Altair grimaced at that. "If you want a thobe I'll order you one or find one at a Middle East bodega or something but you should just find some pants and a shirt." Altair huffed in annoyance. "Yeah I know, you hate rules. Get over it," Desmond rolled his eyes.
"I am more annoyed you know me better than myself at times," Altair grumbled, arms folded. "Same as the rest."
"Trust me I really wish I didn't. Either way, we can still get it if you want but I would suggest pants."
"Fine," Altair huffed.
"Connor, Connor," he heard Bayek calling from the end of the aisle. At the least that was something they could do. Desmond watched Connor join Bayek down the aisle and Bayek triumphantly held up an old sleeveless Laker's jersey. Desmond snickered imagining Connor's face of horror at the yellow and purple monstrosity. Connor for his part waved his hands like he didn't want it.
An hour or so later Desmond was finally in line for check out with the others. Evie had taken what he'd said to heart and found a bunch of stuff but everyone else was still too stunned by the variety to pick more than three or four pieces. The cashier was pleasant and had clearly seen weirder shit than a guy like Desmond shepherding a bunch of adults forward to have their clothes rung up and then put into individual bags. The total wasn't even that bad for buying clothes for seven people. The more modern Assassins still gasped or gagged at the price but Desmond didn't flinch at the hundred and seventy dollar price tag.
"That had to be wrong," Connor said once they were leaving.
"What was?" Desmond asked.
"The price-
"You said not to worry. That was a fortune!" Evie cried.
"It was like five dollars," Desmond said.
"That's not what the cash register said," Evie insisted.
"It's the equivalent of five dollars," Desmond rolled his eyes.
"Seriously?" Jacob asked.
"Yes. Seriously."
"That's still a lot of money," Arno said.
"For seven people buying clothes that is a steal. I've seen people buy a single shirt for five dollars," and he chuckled when Evie, Jacob, Arno, and Connor looked appropriately disgusted. Bayek, Ezio, and Altair just looked confused.
"Are these dollars worth a lot?" Ezio asked as they walked down the sidewalk.
"I do not have the brain power to convert to florins," Desmond groaned. "Or dinars or deben across like a thousand plus years okay?" he asked. "Like a shilling?"
"Ah," Ezio nodded.
"If you aren't worried about it neither am I," Bayek said.
"Sounds like a bunch of poor people to me," Altair said, specifically in Latin.
"I would agree," Ezio said absently. Desmond slapped his hand over his face.
"I wasn't poor. That's still a lot," Arno said in something recognizing Latin. Both Ezio and Altair laughed at him. "What?"
"Your accent," Desmond said.
"What of it?"
"Sounds like he's talking without moving his lips," Ezio chuckled. "Open your mouth when you speak," he said loudly. "Or speak with your hands. I can understand you better if you do," and he did indeed wave one hand while talking.
"Can we not do this?" Desmond groaned as they got to the parking lot. He'd rented an actual van for the day just to avoid public transport. He'd gotten them all on a bus or subway individually as they'd appeared but he didn't want to have to watch all of them at once on a subway. He knew somehow, someway, someone would get lost and he didn't want to hunt down an Assassin in a big city. Especially not these guys who could be... a bit stab happy if you bothered them too much. Well except Connor.
They all loaded into the van and Desmond reached into the center console to grab the single dose of pain killers he'd made sure to bring with him. Because he knew and had been right; by the end of this shopping trip he could feel the start of a headache. "Okay everyone buckled in?" Desmond turned around once he'd taken the pain killer. There was still some confusion about buckles for Bayek but Jacob had gotten it for him. They all gave him a thumbs up to cut down on the cacophony. "Great. Who wants lunch?" More thumbs up. "How about McDonalds?"
"What's that?" Jacob asked.
Desmond chuckled. "You'll see," he said and backed the car out of the parking spot and drove off from Goodwill.
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Desmond was looking over rental listings drinking his morning coffee in bed. Altair and Bayek were both on a blow up mattress on the floor. He'd bought a few over the past month but there was still only so much room. It was going to be so expensive to move. Thankfully now that everyone could operate the laptop or tablet now they could input their own gig work so could do more so long as they weren't blinded by boredom. A single bedroom apartment wasn't enough for eight full grown adults.
There wasn't much reasonable in the city itself but outside the city he could rent a full house. That was doable. And about as expensive as his current apartment actually. He scrolled listings on his phone but did consider just picking a neighborhood outside of the city and calling a realtor to find him a rental house. He didn't even care what it was.
He knew it was light out because Bayek woke up. He was punctual and even with the curtains over the windows Bayek always woke up at dawn. He sat up blearily. "Coffee?" it was the one English word he could say because the word didn't exist in any language he knew. It wouldn't have been invented for another sixteen hundred years for him. Didn't mean he hadn't immediately become addicted just like everyone else.
"Full pot in the kitchen," Desmond said, sipping his mug.
Bayek got off the inflatable gingerly and left the room. Desmond didn't have the heart to tell him no matter how careful he was about it Altair always woke up after he left. On the bed Altair huffed, awake now as well. "You could just go back to sleep," Desmond said.
"No," Altair said softly and that tracked. He sat up. "Do you ever worry?"
"I grew up in the twenty first century, my entire body is just made out of anxiety," Desmond said.
Altair grimaced. "I mean why we're here?"
"Nope."
"Really?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"After the shit I've seen this isn't even the worst of it," Desmond said, sipping his coffee, barely paying attention to Altair.
"How is that possible?"
Desmond looked at him now. "I died, you know," he said casually, like discussing the weather. The only indication that had actually happened was his left arm was fucked up beyond belief. "And coming back from death? Nothing really bothers you," he shrugged. "Certainly not some old head mates."
"Which you won't tell us what that means," Altair said.
Desmond shrugged. "Better that way."
"So you really don't care? Why we're here? Where we came from?"
"Not even a little," Desmond was done looking at rentals. He'd just call a realtor, get them to find him a three bed two and a half bath with a yard. He switched over to Twitter. Perfect turn your brain off activity.
They sat in the dark quiet of Desmond's room for a bit. "What's it like, being dead?" Altair asked after a few minutes. Desmond didn't answer him. "Desmond?" he looked over because Altair's voice was close. He had moved to be next to Desmond's bed.
"You should know what death is like, you've killed more people than me," Desmond said off handedly.
"I've sent people to the afterlife. I've never been to one. The others have grand Catholic ideas. Bayek said he fought gods in his afterlife. But you've died. What's that like?"
"Nothing," was all Desmond said.
"It was nothing?"
"Sure. We'll go with that."
Altair scowled at him. "You're being annoyingly obtuse, young man," he growled.
Desmond looked right at him. "Don't with me," he said in a serious way. It must have been plain on his face because Altair didn't press the subject.
Light spilled in from the living room when Bayek opened the door but it was Ezio behind him who spoke up, "Desmond, Jacob drank all the coffee and there's no more left."
"I made a pot. How'd he drink an entire pot?" Desmond groaned. "Also I know you idiots know how to use the coffee machine."
"No powder," Bayek said in his Dad tie dye tank top.
Desmond sighed. "Okay I'll go to the store," he got out of bed and rummaged around for some pants. Ezio and Bayek left the doorway. "Jacob," he yelled into the main room, "you're coming with me for drinking all the coffee."
"I didn't do shit!" Jacob yelled back.
"You better be dressed when I get out there or I'm dragging your ass to the corner store in your skivies!" and it was a real threat. Desmond changed his shirt and his dead beat dad would have been so proud of him tucking his long sleeved shirt in all the time now. He didn't like it rising up when he lifted his arm, you could see the death damage on his flank too, horrible thick black veins and old burst capillaries. He also always wore a glove now.
Jacob was fuming standing in the living room when Desmond came out of the bedroom but he was fully dressed. The inflatable mattresses had been put away already and the only person with coffee was Bayek since he'd woken up first. "I didn't even drink it all," Jacob complained. "Ezio just says whatever he wants and you believe it."
"Contrary to what he thinks its because the guy can't lie to save his life. Least of all to me," Desmond said. "Now stop complaining," he pulled on his shoes.
When he opened the door to walk out he almost bumped into someone. It was a woman. She was tall for a woman with ash brown hair and old eyes wearing an insanely sharp pant suit. "Veronica?" Jacob said next to him.
"Jacob?" she said with an accent Desmond couldn't place.
"Holy shit what are you doing here?" Jacob asked.
The woman, Veronica?, looked at Desmond, then at Jacob, "That's my question." She looked over Desmond's shoulder then back at Desmond, her eyes wide in an expression just from the way she held herself Desmond took as she wasn't surprised easily. "What are they doing here?"
"Uh... they're my friends?" Desmond said, confused by the line of questioning also who the fuck was this lady? For a moment he thought she was like the others but there was no befuddlement to her, no wide eyed bewilderment. They'd all appeared looking out of time and place. She was not. She was something else.
"Who's at the door?" Ezio came around. "Ah? Maria?" he asked.
"You also recognize her?" Desmond asked.
"That's Veronica," Jacob said. Now the others were coming around.
Desmond looked at the woman who was looking right back. "You also shouldn't be here," she said and it stuck him right in the chest.
"Well that's rude," Evie said. "Don't be mean to our friend, Veronica."
"Do you all recognize this lady?" Desmond asked the Assassins and stepped back into his apartment. He felt better being surrounded by them. Whoever or whatever she was wouldn't be able to fight off seven Master Assassins.
"Of course."
"She was our friend."
"She helped me."
"She knew my father."
"She helped me complete my mission."
They all said almost at once. What the actual fuck? He'd never seen this lady in any of the memories he had but apparently they all knew her. She was a friend. They all knew her by a different name though. "What are you doing here, Melite?" Altair was the only one asking a serious question.
The woman just sort of smiled apologetically. "My name is Kassandra actually," she said. Then she looked at Desmond. "I think we need to talk."
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You have no media literacy stop talking about Transformers especially the MTMTE series if you don't understand the way characters especially Megatron is written. He wasn't "Mary sued" he's a flawed character and everyone points that out. Throughout the entire franchise he has always been a redeemable character. He was redeemed in the prime show, in war for cybertron for a bit, and even the bayverse movies would have had him redeemed if the 3rd movie ending wasn't leaked (actually interesting thing that he was supposed to be redeemed but because the ending was leaked it was changed) and there's an ENTIRE SHOW (Earthspark) where he is actively getting redeemed.
Find your media literacy please cause rn it's shit 🙏
Dude, really? This god-forsaken blog has <20 followers (some smell bot to me, ironically), and you are already here. What are you, to just materialize here? A hound of Tindalos?
You know what's the most hilarious? I have an academic degree in media (culture, communication, all this shit), which makes me more media-literate than you and most people you interact with. And Megatron's "redemption arc" is STILL shit to me. To me, who loves villains, glorious bastards, atoning sinners, and byronic heroes.
But you know, you can't just throw a trope or an archetype into your story. It has to fit. If you put a byronic hero in a sitcom, they'll be a walking joke. If you put a byronic hero in a story, taking place in a world, going through the consequences of a grievous war, and their struggles start pushing others' stories and trauma aside, and this hero happens to be an ex-villain… Man, that may result in a tremendous suck.
James Roberts loved his Megatron. He loved him to the point that he made his Optimus Prime the dumbest fool in the known universe. The most unwise in the worst way. He ruined the whole idea of Optimus and Megatron knowing each other, as enemies, the best. One of the best tropes, older than balls but still working. That's why I consider MTMTE Megs a Marty Sue. He's the author's favorite boy, and everything gets sacrificed for his glory.
I'm not gonna analyze the whole list of Megatron's redemptions to show you that things can be done differently. If you're not completely taken by a fictional apple of your eye, you'll see. In Prime, his redemption is put at the end of the show, after his bad religious experience, as "and it was whole another story". Funny, they did it better than some old "serious" media. I can recall reading M. Corelli's "The Sorrows of Satan", where the main character, after slipping from the hands of Satan himself, just continued being a jerk that I really despised.
Ah, it's getting long. Tumblr is not a good place to learn fancy new words like "media literacy". It doesn't teach you how to use them properly. It's better for being a kinky freak, though.
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Inside Wolves
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I always liked the villain/evil AU theme, and after reading this wonderful fic by @tashilover, I decided to put into practice an idea that was hammering in my mind for a long time!
⚠️Note: the following story will tackle some topics that may not be suitable for everyone (death, blood and such) But I promise to hold back and not leave anything too absurd. I will try
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Chapter I
"Rabbits that live in burrows dug by wolves do not spend on burials"
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Legend pov
"It's late. The sun sets and darkness rises, we better stop here." Mr. blue scarf speaks very politely.
Everything he does is always politey, I'm sure he's like that even when he shits.
To be fair, Mr scarf is a captain in his era. He fought in wars and led troops, so barking orders and having nice hair is his second nature...
Being a bastard is the first.
Everyone knows, he knows and seems to be proud of it, I wish hylia have mercy when that vain being starts talking about women.
"We're not going to use a bonfire tonight" he still didn't get tired of talking "Terrain is unknown, as well as the monsters here. The strong flames will attract unwanted attention, an oil lantern should be enough for us." I hate to admit it, but he's competent at what he does.
"Now that you mentioned , we've been walking through the forest all day , strange that we haven't encountered any monsters...or anything alive" Someone comments. Little guy, being observant as usual. If the trees could hear I'm sure they'd be offended by that last sentence.
Ah yes, new adventure, new faces, same name. But I already solved the last problem.
"Strange don't you think? It seems as if the forest is mourning" Cloud head agrees "It doesn't match at all what the villagers told us."
"Not only words, nothing was matching in that village."
The old man, many things with him don't match either. The tattoos that go with that pale eye emanate something ancient, dangerous, maybe divine? I don't know, I feel a strange sense of unease about them. But that doesn't matter, for now.
Everyone in that village was hiding something, far beyond secrets. I felt like I could find a corpse at any moment.
"I think we were fooled, one way or another" Looks like I'm not the only one who feels this way.
All the others fell into silence as morbid as the forest, lost in their minds as they prepared for the night. I bet that just like me, everyone is processing everything that happened these last days.
Having your butt ripped out of your house through a dark portal and thrown into a totally unknown place with 8 other incarnations of your spirit to travel aimlessly and fight demons is a really wonderful experience, I don't blame them.
May Hylia pay my therapy.
It hasn't been long since we started this journey, despite knowing that we have shared the same spirit, yet we are not the same person.
It feels like we've become more strangers than allies with each passing day. Not hating each other but not fully trusting either.
I shake my head as if to throw my thoughts away and toss my bag and boots aside. Lying down, I don't bother to take off the extra layers of my clothes. I'll likely wake up sore, but I don't care.
Behind me, the sailor brat seemed uncomfortable with the silence. Not enduring these calm seas, he decided to break the awkward silence and started talking about food, which seemed to liven up the tense atmosphere a bit. But I wasn't interested in joining, eating now seemed cloying.
Using my hands as a pillow, I gaze up at the dark starless sky. It's odd, we are in the middle of nowhere far from any dazzling light from towns or villages, I should be complaining about the brightness of the stars, not the absence.
I keep facing the darkness until an apple shakes my thoughts out of my head, again. I sit up, rubbing my aching forehead and look at the one who will wake up with a mouth full of ants.
"Stop the drama and eat. I bet the poison that comes off your tongue is more potent than anything I could put in food" Forget the ants, I'll smother him with his damn fancy scarf.
"And I bet my kick can make that butt flatter than it is" I don't normally put salt on the wound...
I use oil and set it on fire.
And it burned badly, leaving the captain's face flushed a pure red. "Why, you little s-"
"Enough" The old man intervenes with a firm voice "Veteran, eat. Hunger won't do anyone any good" I think about arguing until he gives me that look which reminds me that I have more important things to do.
Mister Blue Scarf snorts, a bit awkward after being scolded. "Your little shit" He mutters as he turns his back and stomps out, not being much polite in hiding his annoyance.
I salute the captain with my middle finger as he leaves, even I can be polite sometimes. My good manners elicit a few giggles and eye rolls.
That sharp eye was still piercing through my skull, so I decided to pick up the apple and eat it, not caring if it's really poisoned or not.
It's not like I need to have worries in the matter, the captain may be a bastard, but he has strong morals. He would never kill me like that, his death language is sword against sword, I respect that.
That damn wolf is what really worries me.
Wolfie gives me a strange feeling every time I see him, something wrong. Those eerily human eyes, the way him appears from the shadows no matter what era we're in, the beast always follows us. A wolf that herds sheep.
I remember the time the crazy cook said it was okay, he knew that wolf. Apparently, Wolfie acted as a guide on his journey, a kind of divine beast. I'd say it's about time he got some glasses, 100 years in darkness takes away anyone's eyesight.
There's nothing divine about that beast. The brutal way Wolfie shatters his victims and the pleasure he seemed to take in it was so wrong, I've seen demons be more merciful.
"Wolfieeee! You're back," the Sailor exclaims happily. Perfect, just as I was thinking about demons. I wonder if whispering his name three times will make him appear too.
I watch Wolfie approached slowly, each step calculated and deliberate. His claws dragged along the ground, producing a low, grinding sound. His tail wagged in excitement, making large arcs in the air.
Why is this so familiar? Where...when...who?
I don't know if it was because of tiredness, the low light from the lantern, or even if everyone needed glasses too.
There's no way anyone didn't notice the fresh blood that adorns the wolf's fur and stains the ground.
There's no way anyone didn't notice fangs ripping off sailor's throat.
AO3//Next>>
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The Prank
Belphegor
I should have known better. I really should have. I mean, it was weird that no one stopped me as I went to the planetarium, and it was outright bizarre that none of my brothers barged in the room as I sat down in my favorite chair and got comfortable.
But then Mammon ruined everything when he screamed,
"Which one of you fuckers took my jacket?!" Sighing, I got up and walked out of the room to see what was going on. If I didn't, I would have been dragged out anyway.
"I don't know, but someone took my limited edition Ruri-chan bracelet, and I will literally kill you if you sold it!" Levi yells back.
"What makes you think I took it?!" I wish I could just disappear into thin air. I want no part in this.
"Because you always take my shit!"
"I bet he took my choker, too!" Asmo hollers. Whatever squabbling the three of them were going to do gets cut short by Lucifer loudly demanding everyone to head to the living room this very instant. Groaning, I do what I am told. As much as I don't want to be lectured, I know that if I try to hide, he will find me and force me to listen to him for hours on end. Better to get it over with now.
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"One of you has taken my nice pair of gloves," Lucifer states once we are all gathered around in the living room. "The punishment will be less severe if the thief fesses up now."
"I bet it was Mammon!" Asmo exclaims.
"It wasn't even me!" Mammon nearly shrieks, making me feel like my eardrums are going to burst. "Besides, has it occurred to any of you that my jacket's missing, too?"
"You probably hid it somewhere after you took the gloves so that you could distract us," Levi spits. Before Mammon has the opportunity to lunge at Levi, Satan interjects,
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mammon's right."
"Thank you!" Either Mammon's missed the resignation in Satan's voice, or he's simply latching onto the compliment.
"You may be a fool, but you've never been that stupid. Someone else must have stolen the gloves, along with everything else." Asmo gasps.
"I bet it was you, Satan!" A new round of arguments starts, and I begin zoning out.
Suddenly, I catch movement in my upper periphery. Shifting my attention towards the source, I have to stop myself from making noise. Leaning against the door frame behind everyone is MC, smirking at the scene unfolding in front of them.
The first thing I notice is my stuffed cow. MC has it tucked under their arm. Then, everything else clicks into place. The gloves, the jacket, the choker, and the bracelet. Beel's sunglasses are on top of their head, which means the boots they're wearing must be Satan's.
I can't even be mad at MC for plunging the House into chaos. After all, who would suspect the innocent lamb of doing such a thing? It's genius.
But now comes the hard part: getting my brothers' attention. They're sucked into their screaming match, so trying to talk would be pointless. Normally, I would nudge Beel, but he's unusually invested this time. I quickly glance around the room, but there isn't anything that I can bang that wouldn't break upon impact.
My eyes catch MC's, who repositions the cow so that both they and it are looking at me. MC then brings a stuffed hoof to its mouth and rocks its head slightly. It takes me a second to understand what MC was suggesting, but once I do, I subtly nod my head.
Bringing my own fingers to my mouth, I take a deep breath and let out a loud whistle that pierces through everyone's arguing. My brothers gawk at me for interrupting them, silently demanding an explanation.
"Turn around, assholes," I tell them. Once they do, the energy of the room shifts real quickly. Tucking the cow back under their arm, MC wiggles their fingers in greeting. This causes Levi to scream,
“AAAAAH! Wha…wha…WHA?! Is this really…are you really really…REALLY?!” MC smiles.
"MC, it's you!" Asmo adds. "It's really you!" Before the others can get a word in, Lucifer holds up a hand to silence us.
"MC, what are you doing here?" he asks. "More importantly, why do you have our stuff?"
"Solomon dropped me off," MC answers. "I wanted to surprise you guys. As for why I have your stuff..." They pause. "I just thought it would be fun to pull a prank. I never got to take part in any of that the last time." Lucifer sighs, a resigned smile on his lips. He is such a sucker for them. I mean, we all are, but him especially.
"Well, I'm glad to see that you seem to be doing well. I do wish you could have let us know you were coming. We would have planned something for you."
"The whole thing was last-minute. Plus, the whole point of a surprise is that you're not supposed to know about it in advance."
"Good point."
"If I'd known you were coming, MC, I would've opted for a much more thorough shower routine this morning!" Asmo exclaims, beaming with excitement.
"Gross," I mutter.
"You look just as exquisite as ever, Asmo," MC replies.
"Besides, you took long enough in the bathroom this morning," Satan adds. "Why you insist on using the main one when you have your own, I will never know."
"Are you going to be staying for a while?" I ask MC in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Asmo and his bathroom habits. They nod their head.
"Diavolo has requested my presence to help him with the next stage of the exchange program."
"Just you?" This has everyone's attention.
"The others are here as well." Seeing a few sets of eyes narrow, MC quickly adds,
"In the Devildom, I mean, not here in the House. They have Purgatory Hall, remember?" That seems to calm everyone down.
"So, MC, what do you want for dinner?" Beel asks.
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Going on a trip down memory lane in honor of the WOH concert's 2nd anniversary!
When May 3 rolled around everyone had mixed feelings because on one hand: YAY LLD REUNITING ON STAGE WITH THE REST OF THE GREMLIN CAST! but on the other, farewell concerts mean the end of the show's promotion period which also marks the end of interactions between the main actors. And worse, it also marks the start of CP breaking, whether it's just the actors being more distant and reserved with each other throughout the concert (compared to when they were promoting the show) or in the worst cases, like the Love and Redemption concert, where they broke CP so brutally.
But the worst of all (for me at least) is the gloating. The gloating of solo fans, the gloating of the fans of other CPs, and the ever insufferable presence of yxh accounts that have been trying (and failing) to make up conflict between GJ and ZZH the very moment the show started getting the tiniest bit of attention. When it was announced that their Tom Ford livestream was to be done separately, it was made a big deal with all those vultures screaming all over weibo how they were finally "competing with each other", and yxhs fanning the flames at the sidelines.
So when the concert rolled around the atmosphere in the fandom was bittersweet. The more experienced fans were telling us what to expect and going: "They'll probably break CP. There's nothing we can do except hope they'll do it gently".
But as we've learned before, the WOH fandom is a circus and the WOH cast our ever indulgent clowns. Fans found out that GJ and ZZH were sharing a dressing room for the concert and everyone lost their shit. And that's when we knew we were fools to think this farewell concert would be like every other farewell concert, because nothing about this fandom has been normal from the start 😂
In private, a lot of us were gearing each other up for the very strong possibility that GJ and ZZH will nowhere be as close in the concert as they seemed to be when they were promoting WOH. Turns out, not only did they seem even closer and more touchy than before, but the rest of the cast seemed to have finally snapped and lost their marbles altogether. Solo fansites were whining about how hard it was to get good solo photos of GJ and ZZH because they stuck close to each other throughout the entire event.
Even better, they didn't seem conscious of the attention at all. The crowd in the concert hall screamed at the smallest interactions between them and they didn't even look fazed. I wouldn't have blamed them if the screaming made them feel awkward and conscious, but the fact that they just didn't care and even occasionally played along with the hoard of screaming shippers just made me appreciate them even more for being so natural about it and not treating it as something to be ashamed of.
And going beyond showing it with actions, ZZH also verbally acknowledged the fans that like both of them in his speech at the end of the concert. It's often said in CN fan circles that being a CPF from a BL drama is the hardest road to take as a fan (in c-ent at least) because it puts you at the very bottom of the fan heirarchy. CPFs in general are at the very bottom of the fan pyramid but BL CPFs in particular are considered to be even lower. It's a given not to mention you or acknowledge you, and you should only exist in the very fringes of fandom. That's why a lot of BL novel fans (I'm talking about c-fandom specifically) don't really like live action adaptations or their actors, because to them these actors are just using the stories they love to gain popularity, and once they get what they want are quick to toss it and its fans aside as some kind of dark and shameful secret of the past that has to be buried. That's why ZZH's acknowledgement at the end of the concert meant a lot to CPFs, because finally, they get to have a 'seat' at the table along with everyone else.
And of course, the promise and the hug that melted even the most jaded c-fandom veterans 😂
It was really a privilege to be allowed to witness this moment. They could have taken the easier path but chose instead to share this moment with us. It truly was amazing to see them hug and firmly cement their relationship (whatever it may be) in front of thousands of people (with many more watching through the stream) when the norm in the industry is to break CP at this point.
And boy did they mean it. Months after the end of the concert, they were still stubbornly expressing a sense of unity and support for each other. At a time when toxic ZZH fans were really ramping up their attacks against GJ, ZZH pinned his and GJ's duet on his weibo page not only once, but twice. When the livestream host refused to read out a fan's username that had ZZH's name on it, GJ bluntly asked her to read it out loud, saying that censoring it out "isn't polite".
And you gotta wonder if that's part of what all this is about. Since February 2021, there have been many attempts to discredit the close relationship between them and not only has it not stopped, it has gotten much worse. ZZH is no longer in the picture (publicly, at least) but they're still at it and their tactics growing more and more brutal and unhinged the more time passes. In the beginning, ZZH was the evil one who forced poor innocent GJ to do CP marketing with him, and now GJ is somehow an evil mastermind who used ZZH to do CP marketing against his will and crushing him after. Just what is this obsession? It's been almost two years now, ZZH is out of the public eye, his career halted indefinitely, and they're still at it. I'm sure there's more to it but I can't help but feel that part of the reason for all this is because in an industry that rewards the people who are willing to pull off the dirtiest tactics, and encourages the worst kind of competition, GJ and ZZH dared to to treat each other with so much sincerity and kindness.
And just so this post doesn't end on an angsty note, remember when after the concert people were crying and hugging each other, having mental and emotional breakdowns, only to see, about an hour later, videos of GJ and ZZH laughing and giggling onstage, whispering in each other's ear, and then singing "Love to fight if you want to win" together like a pair of newlyweds? Yeah. While the rest of us peons were crying our hearts out, those two were busy treating the concert afterparty like a wedding banquet. Truly the life of an NPC.
And lastly, before I become too emo and write five more paragraphs, I just want to say that even if I'm no longer posting as much about them, I'm always still here waiting.
任山高水远 你在我也在 🏔🍊
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KyouxTohru~Mating Season
Summary:
When the boys start avoiding her with no explanation, Tohru gets worried and asks the younger Sohmas, and well, she's always one to help.
Ao3 Tags:
Mating Cycles/In Heat, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Scent Kink, Getting Together, First Time, Mating Bites, Biting, Fluff, Insecurity, Kink Negotiation, post-sex cuddles, Hair-pulling, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Cat Dick, Sort Of
Notes:
My notes for this read "I am why we can’t have nice things."
Sorry if this is OOC, but someone had to literally almost die for these two to get their shit together in canon so liberties had to be taken lol
"Hey, Tohru. No bodyguards today?" Hatsuharu asks with a tilt of his head as he stretches.
Tohru blinks, confused before she must realize what he means, and visibly slumps. She's quickly putting her usually carefree smile back in place though.
"No, not today. I guess they weren't feeling well or something, but Kyo refuses to even be in the same room as me." She can't hide the way her shoulders slump this time. "He actually growled at me, but I don’t know what I could have done wrong and even Shigure's holed up in his rooms so I can't even ask him."
"That's weird." Hatsuharu agrees, sounding a bit distant as though in thought. "Hey, Tohru…what day is it?"
"Um…May 5th? Why?" Tohru asks with a tilt of her head, confused by the sudden topic change.
Haru nods sagely in understanding. "Ah, that makes sense then."
"Huh? What does? Are they okay?" Her eyes widen before she looks around and her voice drops to a whisper. "Is it a zodiac thing?"
"Ding ding ding," Haru responds dryly. "First day of summer in the traditional calendar. It's when most of the animal mating seasons overlap so I guess most decided to sync up there at some point in the past. I'm pretty sure I join next year and Momoji's just going to be a menace. …I think Ritsu and Kagura are in fall and winter. Yuki should have already been done though so that's weird." He mumbles thoughtfully.
Tohru, meanwhile, has momentarily stopped functioning as she stares at the ox blankly. "Huh?" A blush is slowly creeping up her face.
"Haru!" Momoji suddenly appears to lightly thump the taller boy on the arm with a pout. "Have some tact. You're going to break poor Tohru!" He scolds.
"Ow," Haru says flatly. "She wanted to know what's wrong with the others."
"There are better ways to say it." Momoji huffs before turning to Tohru with a look of concern. "Are you okay, Tohru?"
"Huh? Yeah! Why wouldn't I be!" She squeaks, standing straight. "It's natural! Nothing wrong with it! Perfectly natural! All good here!"
Momoji chuckles, leaning up to pat Tohru on the head. "It's okay to be embarrassed you know? We appreciate how accepting you are, but you just learned that your housemates are in a magic-induced horny haze. You can be embarrassed."
Tohru squeaks again but shakes her head. "No, um, that's not why I'm embarrassed. Really it's not. My mom was a bit wild so I'm really not as innocent with that stuff as people think." She swears as her face grows darker. "It's just..well…I said Kyo growled at me, right?"
Momoji frowns but nods. "Was the cat being a big meanie?"
Tohru shakes her head quickly before her brow furrows in a frown. "No! …Well…I don't know? He said I smelled, but his pupils were blown and he kind of cracked the door frame with how hard he was gripping it. I thought it was a little strange that he didn't fight Yuki dragging him back upstairs, but I was too busy apologizing for apparently smelling, but now I'm wondering…" She makes a dying noise. "No, that's just silly. There's no way."
Momoji and Hatsuharu share a knowing look even if they're both ready to scream if it means these fools will understand.
"Tohru." Momoji starts in one of his rare moments of seriousness. "Why don't you talk to him? Hatori said we're still coherent and able to make decisions, we're just a bit more willing to listen to instinct and our inner desires is all." He smiles. "That was probably his cat trying to get his butt moving." He giggles now when Tohru's face darkens once more.
"Get moving…what?" She blinks. Is there steam coming off her face? It feels like there's steam coming off her face. "Um, uh, what about Yuki?" She jumps, wanting the subject changed. "Hatsuharu said it was weird for him to be acting strange right now?"
Momoji smirks a little but accepts the change. "It is probably his rat throwing the same fit as the cat but for that one grey-haired girl from student council."
Tohru regrets her decision, but is, luckily, saved by the bell as she squeaks a goodbye before running off.
"Talk to him!" Momoji laughs after her.
Tohru doesn't have an answer for her friends as to what happened and why she's still red when she returns to the classroom.
She's not sure she'd be able to tell them even if she could.
~~~
"Oh, welcome home, Miss Honda." Yuki smiles tiredly when she stumbles into the kitchen with grocery bags. "Good day at school?"
Tohru can't help her little squeak as she straightens before nodding quickly. "Yes! Sorry, yes. School was fine. I- um- I talked to Hatsuharu and Momoji though. Um, thank you for helping Kyo back to his room this morning!" She stumbles with a bow.
Yuki blinks in confusion before giving one of his pleasant smiles that even Tohru knows spells someone's doom. "So they told you, did they?"
"Yes, but only 'cause I was worried!" She quickly assures, finally putting the bags on the table. "You all just suddenly started avoiding me and no one would tell me why. …I figured it was zodiac related since it was all three of you so when Hatsuharu asked where you were, I said what was wrong and he told me why…sorry." She mumbles near the end, bowing once more.
Yuki's face changes to surprise before he sighs in defeat. "No, we should have told you somethingat least. Apologies, Miss Honda."
"No! No, you're fine. You were probably just embarrassed, right?" Tohru shakes her head, waving her hands a bit. "Hatsuharu said it's weird for yours to be this late so that probably doesn't help, especially if you were trying to keep it a secret, but um-" Tohru buries her face in her hands as she groans in annoyance at her own stumbling before gesturing at the shopping bags. "I picked up some Pocari and extra food. I wanted to at least pass a note to Kyo about this morning, but otherwise, I'll leave you guys alone. Just let me know if you need me to pick anything up or to pass along any messages or um yeah. Momoji said why yours is probably later than the rat's is supposed to be so just let me know-sorry!" She squeaks when Yuki crushes the water bottle in his hand with that smile back on his face.
"You're fine, Miss Honda. Thank you for these. I just need to have a word with a certain rabbit when I go back next week is all." He smiles, actually grabbing a sports drink and some snacks before heading to the stairs. "As for talking to the cat. I don't know if that's the best idea."
Tohru tilts her head in confusion. "Momoji said Hatori said you guys were still coherent, though?"
Yuki sighs, glaring up the stairs. "This is true, but the cat is still slightly more animalistic because of its other form. As much as I hate to admit it, at this point they'd rather die than actually hurt you and wouldn't do anything against your will, but I doubt you'd be leaving his den." He warns before looking back at Tohru. "So think carefully about what you want to do."
Tohru's face flames red once more as she squeaks, but nods her head. "R-Right! Gotcha!"
Yuki gives another tired smile before heading up the stairs. "I'll deliver these to him then. Have a good night Miss Honda."
"You too!" She squeaks.
~~~
Tohru, as promised, thinks about it.
God does she think about it.
She spends so much time thinking about it, actually, that by the next day, she's slumped over her desk, fighting for her life to keep her eyes open.
"Hey, Tohru?" Uotani frowns as she turns to her during a break. "You good?"
"Your waves seem quite troubled." Hanajima agrees, appearing next to them.
Tohru hopes her face isn't as red as it feels. "I'm fine, just didn't sleep well." Not a lie
"Something wrong?" Uotani asks before a snarl appears on her face. "Do we need to beat up some Sohmas?"
Tohru's too tired to even have much of a reaction. "They didn't do anything wrong, Uo-chan. I just have a lot on my mind." She mumbles sleepily.
Her friends frown at each other but really have no reason not to take her word for it.
"If you say so." Uotani sighs, kicking her feet up. "Just know you can talk to us though."
"I know. Thank you." Tohru smiles. "I'm gonna take a little nap before the next lesson. Wake me up when the teacher comes."
"We shall watch over you." Hanajima smiles. "Sleep well."
~~~
By the end of the day, Tohru is slightly more well-rested and has a note ready to slip under Kyo's door with a request to talk when he can.
She did have a lot on her mind, that was true, but at one point she had gotten up to use the bathroom and could hear him and was pretty sure she heard her name, and yeah they definitely needed to talk, especially if her suspicions were correct.
She freezes at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Shigure's house, though.
"Am I really considering ruining our friendship over this?" She mumbles to herself. "I do genuinely want to help him if he's struggling as much as it sounded, but will he get mad? …He might run off again."
"Ugh! That is it! I am tired of watching you two dance around each other. It is driving me crazy!" Momoji yells out of nowhere, he and Haru having followed her to see if she went through with it.
"Momoji? What are you-" Tohru yelps when she's suddenly hugged and there's a puff of yellow smoke. "What? Momoji wait!" She calls when a little yellow rabbit is running up the stairs with her note way faster than she can run. "Momoji!"
Hatsuharu sighs as he slowly follows behind the two, ruffling his own hair. "Yuki and Kyo are gonna be mad at us."
"Momoji, wait!" Tohru calls as she sees the rabbit dart around the corner of the stairs before there's a small squeaking noise. "Did you get hurt- oh, thank gods, Yuki caught you." She sighs in relief when she sees the taller boy holding the yellow rabbit by the scruff in one hand and the note in the other.
"Want to explain why we're having rabbit stew a week early." Yuki sighs in annoyance, not looking any more rested and radiating an aura like he might actually follow through with it if he doesn't like the answer.
Momoji is actively trying to get away, for once sensing that he's made a mistake as Tohru flushes red.
"He- um- was going to take my note to Kyo while I was second-guessing myself." She whispers, eyeing the cat's door in question.
Yuki stares at her blank-faced for a moment, glancing at the rabbit then back at her before finally sighing.
"You two can thank me later." He decides, choosing violence as he walks over and slides the note under the door himself.
"Wait, no!" Tohru yells, lunging at it even as she watches it disappear beneath the door and hears a shuffling on the other side. She shoots the two rodents the closest she can get to a dirty look as they head down the stairs before focusing back on the door. "Um, you can ignore it and pretend you never saw it if it makes you uncomfortable! Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I-"
"Tohru, I can read." Kyo huffs through the door, sounding amused. "Back up a bit so I can focus though."
Tohru doesn't understand what her proximity to the door would have to do with anything but backs up to sit against the opposite wall nonetheless. "Sorry."
"You're fine. Stop apologizing…the rat was right, we should have said something or asked if you'd stay with your friends or something…You heardme?!" He coughs, sounding like he must have taken a drink
"Sorry! I couldn't sleep because Yuki said I should think about what to say before I talked to you and I was thinking a lot so I got up to use the bathroom and I didn’t hear a lot, it was just a moan that I thought sounded like 'Tohru', but could have just been the lack of sleep and wishful thinking and-"
"Wishful thinking?" His voice sounds strained now.
Tohru makes a bit of a dying noise as she hides her red face in her knees. "I'm going to shut up and let you read."
There's a sort of strained chuckle then a few seconds of silence before an actual chuckle.
"So you and the rat are why Shigure busted into my room this morning to throw condoms at me and tell me to man up with no context." Kyo sighs, leaning fully against the door now if the thump was anything to go by.
"He did what?!" Tohru squeaks, face entirely red now before thumping it back against her knees. "He must have been around the corner when Yuki and I were talking. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault he's a fucking perv." Kyo sighs, silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "So what do you want to do? You've apparently already heard my thoughts, but are you sure? I have no clue if I still transform or if there's more curse bullshit or what might happen. And I'm probably still going to be awkward when this is over. You said you're afraid of ruining our friendship, but I'll probably be the one to fuck it up."
"I won't let you!" Tohru declares, smacking the floor in front of her before squeaking again when she realizes what she did. "I mean that won't happen because I won't let things be awkward…or will try not to at least. I really like you, Kyo, but there doesn't have to be strings attached eith-"
A low growl from the other side of the door cuts off her rambling before there's an embarrassed cough. "Sorry…uh as much as I'm okay with strings, you're right that there shouldn't be-"
"That's not what I meant! I-"
"I'm the cat, Tohru. As much as you try to change it or ignore it, I only come with bad luck and baggage. It's definitely better if you don't tie yourself to the monst-"
"Kyo Sohma, if you finish that sentence, I swear to whoever god is-" Tohru warns, pulling out the full name only to be cut off.
"I'm just saying, you would be better off-"
Now it's Kyo's turn to be cut off as the door is flung open so he falls back into the hallway, butt-ass naked and in shock, as he stares up at a very angry Tohru. He watches her face turn red in embarrassment, but with the whole animal transformation thing and sharing a bathroom, it wasn't the first time she's seen it and whether this happened or not, he doubts it would be the last. This is probably why she's able to continue.
"No. Do not even think of finishing that sentence. I will try and probably fail to physically fight everyone who put those thoughts in your head, but I will still try." Tohru huffs with a stomp of her foot and a pout. Even obviously furious, she knows she doesn't look all that threatening.
She doesn't, but it's adorable and causing an entirely different reaction that he has to watch her eyes dart to when she notices before they widen.
There's another dying noise.
"Um, that doesn't usually look like that," Tohru whispers, pointing to what definitely looks like bumps at the base of his dick, and well guess it's his turn to be red.
"Uh, yeah, you said the rat told you the cat's a bit more animalistic, right?" Kyo mumbles, looking away and wondering why the hell he hasn't gotten off the floor yet to hide in his room.
"Yeah?" She nods, unable to make her eyes move away.
"Yeah, well cats usually have barbed dicks, but I guess the cat spirit decided to not be an ass about one thing at least so uh ribbed for her pleasure or however those things are labeled." He explains with a wave of his hand towards the treacherous appendage before he mentally kicks himself for drawing more attention to it.
"Oh." Tohru blinks, once again wondering if there was steam coming off her face. It finally registers to her that she's staring and she quickly turns around with a squeak. "I'm so sorry!"
Kyo, despite his own embarrassment, can't help but snort at the dork he's fallen for as he finally sits up. "I am literally sitting here with my dick out, but sure." He shakes his head in exasperation before curling in on himself when another wave finally starts hitting. "Fuck, Tohru, I'm sorry to do this but we need to figure this out now because I need to go back in my room ASAP and need to know if the door is staying unlocked. Either way, can you get me more shit from the kitchen?" He groans, already panting again.
Tohru turns back around quickly in concern before she realizes what he means and her face flushes before steeling herself in determination. "If you're okay with it, I'm helping." Being the goofball she is, she bows. "Please let me help!"
If Kyo wasn't fighting with his instincts, he'd probably laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, but, as things stood, all he could manage was a strained chuckle. "Never thought I'd actually have someone begging to sleep with me."
Tohru's face flames red as she fidgets. "Is that a yes?"
Kyo sighs, but nods. "Yeah. Let me get back in my room so you can make it downstairs." A growl works its way from his throat when he tries to close the door between them. "Lock the door behind you when you come in."
Tohru's already making her way downstairs once the door is closed to gather snacks, water, and energy drinks before rushing, careful not to trip. She barely gets the door open again before she's pulled inside with a yelp and finds herself caged against the door by strong arms as she drops everything on the ground in surprise.
"Kyo!" She squeaks, heat rising to her face once more before she's frozen in place by intense orange, cat-like eyes staring into hers and the sight of fangs catching the light when he seemingly unconsciously runs his tongue over them, and she kind of wants to find out if that's turned cat-like as well and oh that's a new thought.
"Still okay?" He pants, pupils quickly overtaking orange.
She nods, not trusting herself to speak as she forces her eyes to remain on his face.
Have his shoulders always been that wide?
When did he get this tall?
God, she's glad Yuki and Shigure found her in that tent.
"Words, Tohru. Need words." Kyo sighs, fist gripping the wood behind her, and shit his claws were out.
A whine leaves her, but she sighs. "Yes. Still okay."
"Have…have you done this before?"
"No, but I know what to do at least?" She whispers, looking to the floor before her face flames and she looks to the side instead. "Mom didn't trust the school's sex ed so I know how everything works."
"Glad one of us does then 'cause I didn't get shit. Don't think any of us thought I'd get this far." Kyo chuckles in self-deprecation before his eyes widen when Tohru does her little imitation of a glare before kissing him. He's just starting to recover when she finally pulls away to bump their foreheads together. When did her hand end up on his cheek?
"No more of that. Please?" She whispers against his mouth, obviously embarrassed by her own actions.
He nods dumbly, trying to get any version of a brain back online, but then she kisses him again with a whispered thank you, and his cat must have enough of his dumb ass because suddenly there's a squeal and they find themselves in the pile of blankets that Kyo's been calling a bed for the past few days with Kyo hovering above her. He opens his mouth to apologize and moves to give her some space but notices her hand reach out and suddenly they're both flushed red.
"Um- I-"
She starts to stutter, but her actually reaching out for him was officially the end of his self-control as he cuts her off with a low growl and smashes their lips together in a much rougher kiss than he intended, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Tohru definitely doesn't mind. She'd rather he be a little rough than continue to be hesitant and skittish about it all and she was pleasantly surprised to find that his tongue was indeed textured. Not in the sandpaper way but definitely something she was hoping she'd get to feel in other places.
"Kyo~" She whimpers when they finally separate for air. "Clothes. Let me get my clothes off."
Kyo growls a little at the prospect of moving away from her, but he still makes himself, leaning back to help and outwardly purring when he uncovers her chest before noticing something.
He tilts his head.
"Is your bra the same color as my fur when transformed?" He finally asks, pleased when he gets to watch the blush travel down to her chest now.
"As I said, I spent a lot of time thinking about this and I guess that included picking out clothes." She mumbles, picking at the strap a bit.
The purring grows louder and he leans forward to kiss her again. "I like it." He rumbles, giving another kiss. "Like having my mark on you."
He's so close right now that even with her dark eyes, he can see how her pupils dilate at that and has to smirk a little. "Like that idea?"
Tohru has surrendered herself to the fact she's probably going to be permanently embarrassed during this but also doesn't anticipate her body's reactions to certain things.
"I- um- I guess so?" She nods, trying to look away.
Kyo doesn't let her, gently cupping her face. "No hiding during this. Please?"
She pouts slightly, but nods. It was a fair enough request. "Sorry."
"Thank you." He smiles, kissing her again before moving down to start kissing her neck as he tries to figure out the clasp on her skirt with his claws. Eventually, he just growls. "I'll fix this later." He warns before slicing through the thread of the clasps to get the damn thing off.
"What do you-? Kyo!" She gasps when she hears the thread snap before she's left in her matching panties.
"I know how to sew." He mumbles, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks her over with hungry eyes. "Not as well as you, but I'll fix it later."
Tohru opens her mouth to say something, but is quickly distracted by his tongue in her mouth again and can't help but smile a little when she hears the tink of metal on the shelf near them so he doesn't lose it.
It's fine she decides.
"Mmmm~" Tohru moans lightly when she feels claws brush her side, eyes snapping open in surprise and embarrassment to meet equally surprised orange.
"…So don't need to be gentle I guess?" He eventually huffs in surprise.
"Um…no. No, you don't." Tohru mumbles shyly.
Another low growl as he kisses her again. "Noted then." He smirks, before recapturing her mouth as his claws move behind her to figure out the bra now, purring when it pops open and she gasps.
He pulls her bra away, subconsciously stuffing it into a specific spot in his blanket pile as he moves his mouth down to run his tongue over a nipple and purrs when she gasps and arches into the touch.
"Kyo." She gasps, hands moving to his hair on instinct.
Orange eyes flick up to hers as he does it again and the little whine he gets this time makes the purring louder as he continues to lavish attention on her nipples. He has no clue what he's doing really, but something in him is telling him that this Is the right move and the little whimpers and moans coming from Tohru confirm it. It's not long before he gets nippy however and lightly bites at one, earning an immediate moan and tug at his hair that has him moaning as well.
He had to make that happen again.
Kyo growls, laying her on her back once more to move down until he gets to her shyly closed thighs that he shoulders his way between to get her underwear off, purring at the shy little squeak he gets when he manhandles them off.
Tohru knew what she was signing up for, but somehow the fact that she'd be naked in front of him slipped her mind, and mixed with the little display of strength that lets her watch his muscles flex has her flushed down to her chest once more, but she is now way to worked up to actually care beyond covering her face with an arm.
Kyo is too busy trying to get his brain to catch up with what to do with the thing in front of him to notice her hiding, but he apparently takes too long for his cat's liking as he's hit with another wave of need and groans. "Fuck, Tohru. I'm really not going to be able to hold back much longer."
"Then don't." She tells him, peaking down at his shocked expression from behind her arm. "I had an idea of what I might be getting into. Do what you need to." She insists even with her face bright red.
Kyo blinks at her in shock, but there's another spike and a growl before his hands are on her thighs, spreading her legs open and his tongue is licking into her and earning a squeal.
"KyO~ There, do that again." Tohru moans when his currently strange tongue passes over her clit and she almost screams when he sucks on it. "Kyo~!"
A loud purr rumbles through his chest at her sounds as he forces his claws to retract on one hand so he can work a finger where he knows his cock is supposed to go and oh that's gonna feel amazing. The purring only gets louder the wetter and louder she got until he has three fingers inside her and he managed to get her to arch off his blankets when he rubs a certain spot inside her.
"KYO!" Tohru moans, her thighs trying to clamp around his head on reflex, but they barely do anything against his broad muscular shoulders and why did zodiac nonsense have to shove it in her face for her to properly notice him?
Kyo doesn't say anything, a bit too focused on getting more noises out of her until another spike slams into him and he groans.
'Okay, okay, I get it.' He thinks at the cat as he pulls back, giving one long lick to watch her thighs tremble before using the slick coating his fingers to help slick up his cock before two foil packets are tossed at him.
"Use those. We still have to finish school, silly." Tohru pants, having thrown one of the discarded condoms and what was apparently a lube packet from Shigure at him.
Kyo unintentionally scowls, but follows orders, tilting his head a bit at the bumps on his cock as he gives a few experimental strokes. They don’t seem to affect anything so he doesn't hesitate any longer in lubing up his cock and lining up, glancing at her one last time to get a nod before he sinks in, both moaning loudly.
Tohru's legs lock around his hips as he sinks inside, toes curling as the ridges provided by the cat stimulate her more than she was ready for and the knot in her stomach tightens.
Kyo has just enough wits about him to know he should wait when he finally bottoms out, but thankfully for his sanity, he doesn't have to wait long before Tohru Is nudging him with her legs around his hips.
"Move." She gasps, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Kyo."
His pupils slit before swallowing the orange of his eyes once more as he plants his hands on either side of her head, claws digging into the sheets as he growls, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into the base.
Tohru throws her head back against what she's come to realize is a mound of pillows as he starts up a fast pace, clinging to him as she feels like she's going to fall apart. Her mom had once warned her that she probably wouldn't cum her first time unless she slept with someone experienced, but she really doesn't know if she was going to last and really couldn't complain.
Kyo was in a similar boat, senses currently a live wire, and was already overly sensitive from being multiple days into the mating season already. It was probably a good thing Tohru was so much shorter too because he had the overwhelming need to bite something and this way he could reach the pillows instead.
Or that was the plan anyway before a hand tangled in his hair to pull his head down for a kiss and a purr was dragged out of him when he felt her tongue slip into his mouth this time. It was definitely a welcome distraction until eventually, he felt her hand tighten in his hair.
"Mnnn~ Kyo~ I'm gonna-" Tohru gasps before she throws her head back on a moan and clenches around him as she cums.
Some noise that is probably a yowl rips itself from Kyo's throat as he fucks her through it, his own hips stuttering as he nears his release.
"Toh-ru…gonna- need to-" He growls as he struggles to get the word out and instead bites at the air to try and get his point across.
"…Just make sure I can hide it." She decides, panting and whining as she's kept at the peak.
Kyo's eyes snap down to a spot on her shoulder that her uniform would cover before he's lunging at it, biting down with a growl as he cums hard into the condom, the growl morphing into a purr as he comes back down. He feels Tohru spasm around him again and hopes that means she came again and he didn't leave her hanging as he licks over the bite on her shoulder.
Tohru whines in sensitivity when he finally pulls off to toss the used condom in the nearby trash before somehow still managing to flush red when she pulled close to his broad chest and a blanket is pulled over them.
"Kyo?" She whispers.
"Mine." He mumbles sleepily, holding her closer as a purr vibrates across her back. "Stay."
Tohru manages to look over her shoulder at his sleepy face curiously before smiling as she wiggles around to rest her head on his chest. "As long as you'll have me."
~~~
~Meanwhile, downstairs~
"You are absolutely ruthless when you're interrupted aren't you?" Shigure teases Yuki as they sit at the table during a break in their own cycles.
"Shut up, mutt. I heard you throwing condoms at him." Yuki snips, drinking his tea.
"Can you blame me?" Shigure gasps, slumping against the table. "It was painful to watch."
Yuki hates to agree so simply hums. Shigure wouldn't be the one having to hear them, but it was infuriating to watch them dance around each other. "At least we don't transform during this nonsense."
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Hello, you can have a couple of headcanon relationships with Oswald Cobblepot.
General Oswald Cobblepot Relationship Headcanons
I apologize if I'm misinterpreting at all, but I'm going to give you sfw and nsfw hcs! General penguin! If you wanted a more specific Penguin, just feel free to send another ask <3 Had to stop myself from dragging on forever for the sfw portion. Penguin is such a fun character with fun dynamics to play with.
TW: NSFW, body worship, mentions of breeding kink, exhibitionism
SFW:
There's going to be chatter about what kind of relationship this is. Traditionally, he's been someone who pays dinner for escorts to flock about him at events to pump himself up due to his... disfigurements.
Yes, it's been a thing for people to try and dupe him into a relationship for benefits. Now he's a bit more wary. More upfront, one might say. Are you looking to be well-kept? He's not exactly opposed to that.
Oh. You actually... hold on. It's going to take time for him to accept this as truth. He doesn't want to look a fool again.
When you do end up really caring for him, expect him to get a little... goofy. Still a villain worthy of putting fear in the hearts of his enemies mind you, but with you he's so enamored. Sometimes he gazes at you as though you hung the moon and all the constellations in the night sky.
Expect him to show you off whenever he can. This is his partner, his better half, and if someone don't show you the respect you deserve he'll gut them!
Bird nicknames and pet names. His chickadee, his lovebird, his songbird, his pretty passerine, etc etc. There seems to be a lot of variations.
And yes, he's going to show you his private bird collection that pretty much no one gets to see besides handlers and vets he hires.
He likes dancing to old records. There's a half-decent chance you're the same height or taller than him so... just give him patience as he leads. He'll appreciate it.
If you calmly wipe his mouth when he gets a bit excited while eating say, fish- he's going to find that so charming and cute.
Low-key a sugar daddy even if that's not your agreed relationship, he just really likes buying gifts and outfits and- really, whatever you want. You can even tell him to stop and he's still just finding ways to get you things. He'll just get more subtle about it.
NSFW, keep in mind these are general offerings, all might not appeal to you:
Kind of discussed some of this is in the general kinks/sex hcs but we're gonna go into details.
He likes having control. That doesn't mean he could never be in a more submissive role, in fact it was something he did more often when he was younger. Now, however, that vulnerability is something that makes him anxious. Scary thing to be vulnerable with you're a man in his line of work.
He will worship your body and adorn it with things he likes. Nylons and jewelry he can run his hands over as his tongue tastes your skin. Does not want to be body worshipped on his end. It's a nice gesture, but in his mind he's short, hairy, fat with a bird looking face (congenital anomaly). Trying to bring too much attention to that would make him egregiously self-conscious.
Kind of sort of breeding kink, particularly if you can get pregnant and want to be. Legacies and filling you to the brim with his cum kind of talk. This one is rather lower on the list and very well may never come up unless the right circumstances line up.
Dirty talk and biting. These are related considering a lot of his dirty talk consists of how he's going to mark you up in all these little ways to remind people you're his- of course as he's rutting deep into you nipping your shoulder. His teeth are sharp but you find he more grazes. The marking is a lot more talk because he'd hate to hurt you and your pretty skin...
Contracts. This can be roleplay or like, legit, a sexy contract of what you're expected to wear around him, rules, shit like that. He wouldn't get too into certain BDSM dynamics because it's not necessarily his gig. But you know ;) something something signed in ink you gotta do it ;)
Lots of lace and pretty lingerie unless you're specifically not into it. But he likes taking it off with his teeth.
Loves messing around in public. Under the table him or you- oral, fingering. You in his lap. Messing around in a closet. If you ever got caught, he'd make sure you were covered and intimidate the fuck out of anyone until they end up leaving.
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Hiya! May I request sick Chuuya and the flags take care of him?
ANON !!! I FINALLY GOT A GOOD BIT INTO STORMBRINGER...i got WAYYY too attached oh my god i love them all so much. i hope you like this fic i had fun writing it!!!
just a dream || chuuya + the flags sickfic (+ skk)
ao3! 5k words, sickfic, stormbringer light novel spoilers - please refer to the link for additional tags!
"I'm comin' in. Hide your girlfriends."
Chuuya groans, holding a pillow over his head. It's far too early in the morning for this. The morning light hasn't even fully flooded his room yet. He’s not entirely sure how Albatross got into his apartment to begin with, but either way, he wasn’t invited.
"Or boyfriends! I don't discriminate. You know, me and D-"
"Stop! Stop, I don't wanna know," Chuuya exclaims, loud enough to drown out the rest of Albatross's sentence in case he decided to keep going. He had plans with Albatross this morning, he thinks. Something work-related that he can't quite place right now. But they were supposed to meet at work.
Chuuya got up at some point in the middle of the night to throw up. He hardly remembers it at all, but he just barely made it to the toilet. He remembers making a few texts about not being able to come into work this morning, and one of those texts apparently went to Albatross.
"Wake up! A hangover never stopped any of us," Albatross exclaims proudly, his voice suddenly sounding much closer. Chuuya's arms are weak, he doesn't have the energy to hold the pillow over his head, and he doesn't care enough to use his ability. Albatross takes the pillow and uncovers him, and clicks his tongue at the sight. "Oh, shit, kid. You really did it this time, huh?"
"I'm not hungover," Chuuya groans, reaching an arm back out for the pillow. Albatross hands it back, but only lets him tuck it against his chest. Chuuya holds it close to him with a weak groan.
"Could'a fooled me," Albatross jokes.
"I'm serious," Chuuya grumbles, letting his eyes travel up to Albatross's face. "It's - a cold, or something."
Albatross still looks suspicious, landing a hand on his hip. He leans forward and reaches for Chuuya's forehead with his free hand.
"Sheesh, kid. You're really runnin' a fever there," he says with a click of his tongue. He pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head, giving Chuuya a rare glimpse at his eyes. He really wishes he’s put them back on. He doesn’t like how concerned he looks. "How long you been feelin' sick for, huh?"
"Just…just since last night," Chuuya murmurs, dropping his gaze. He doesn't see the point in lying to him. He doesn't even really remember feeling sick the night before, it really only hit him that time he woke up.
"You stayin' home today?" Albatross asks.
"Uh-huh," Chuuya murmurs. He only looks at him for a second but he can't handle the worry on his face. It doesn't look right. He's never seen him make that face. "Told everyone I needed to already."
"Good. Cause it'd be crap to work when you don't feel good," Albatross says, sounding relieved. "I'll call Doc for ya. I'm sure -"
"No, please - please don't," Chuuya murmurs. "Don't tell anyone."
Albatross tilts his head.
"I just…it's not a big deal. I'll be fine tomorrow," Chuuya huffs, turning his face into his pillow. He hopes Albatross will just leave Chuuya to sleep this off, but he's not sure he'll get too lucky this time. His body betrays him and forces out a few coughs that are muffled by the pillow. He can’t tell if that’s part of his illness or if he’s just starting to feel nauseous again.
"Alright, alright. I've gotta call someone if you don't get better, though, got it?" Albatross tells him. “Lemme get you some water. You gotta stay hydrated, kid.”
Albatross disappears from Chuuya’s bedroom, and Chuuya groans into his pillow before he turns his body around, facing away from the door.
He hears Albatross talking to himself in Chuuya’s kitchen, which isn’t unusual at all for him - the guy has a hard time keeping things to himself, no matter the content. Chuuya thinks he hears his name at some point, but now that he’s starting to wake up some more, he’s starting to feel nauseous again.
The saliva starts to pool in his mouth and he groans at the feeling, starting to panic just a bit. He doesn’t want Albatross to see him throw up. He doesn’t want anyone to see him sick at all, it’s humiliating enough as it is, but this would just make things so much worse.
He's swallowing saliva, something he can’t do much longer because he feels his stomach pushing up and trying to get something up his esophagus. He knows he's going to throw up, but he can't move. He's so sore and achy. He tries to force himself to sit up, but he can hardly keep himself propped up with his weak and shaky arms.
Chuuya's stomach lurches without time for him to better prepare and he feels something splash into the back of his throat. He gags, hard, all the muscles in his abdomen contracting to bring something up, a thin stream of pale, digested contents from his stomach. He groans, his free arm wrapped tight around his middle, eyes screwed shut. It hurts.
“Shit, Chuuya…” he hears from behind him. His stomach twists and he starts to breathe heavy, hoping that getting more air in will somehow quell his nausea, but it only makes it worst. He’s just a billion times more anxious now with someone watching him and now he can’t get anything else up. He wants to cry, but he can’t imagine doing that while he’s already puking.
"Just get it up, kid. Sheets are super easy to clean," he feels the mattress shift as Albatross climbs on next to him with a gentle hand on his back. "Don't breathe so hard. Breathe gentle and it'll come up."
He tries, he really does, taking deep, calculated breaths through his mouth, trying to not focus on the fact that he’s not alone right now. Just a few breaths later, a wave of Chuuya's partially undigested dinner comes pouring out of his mouth. Chuuya coughs and gags through it, eyes screwed shut.
“There ya go,” Albatross says.
He leans over the puddle that’s started to pool in his sheets, hoping that anything else will make an appearance quickly so he doesn’t have to struggle much longer. He burps a few times in some effort to get more up, and one particularly wet belch brings up another wave of pale vomit, followed by a pained whimper.
From there, his stomach calms down just a bit. He still feels nauseous, but not enough to puke again, at least for the time being. He doesn’t remember it hurting this much last night, but maybe he’s already sore from that incident.
He groans, wishing he could just melt into the mattress and disappear. He really doesn’t feel good. He’s glad his fevered middle-of-the-night brain made the right call and decided to not come to work.
"You're gonna have to let me call somebody to bring you some meds," Albatross says as he slides the soiled sheet off of Chuuya’s bed, clearing him to lie back down. "I don't have nothin’ and I doubt you do either."
"Fine," he murmurs quietly, curling in on himself and taking that same pillow from before to hold against his aching stomach. The pressure does help a little bit.
“You got extra comforters anywhere?” Albatross asks, and Chuuya barely manages to lift up an arm to point toward a closet at the corner of the room, where Albatross wastes no time in finding something to cover Chuuya with. He feels a shiver take over his body even after Albatross lays the comforter over him. The last thing he needs is to deal with the chills.
Evidently, though, throwing up tired him out so much that he starts to fall asleep before he can further agonize about his situation.
…
"Special delivery!" Chuuya hears. He doesn’t pay much attention to who it could be at first, but it’s not Albatross. It’s further away, far from his bedroom door. He groans, wishing he had stayed asleep.
It's Pianoman's voice, he thinks. He starts to tense up at the realization that someone else is here now, and his stomach starts to cramp again. He's gotten used to Albatross seeing him ill, but now he's going to have to be okay with others, too.
He decides his best course of action is to pretend to be asleep, not that it will be too difficult. He’s starting to realize he feels worse than before. His stomach hurts from the nausea but the soreness too, and his head swims and spins at the slightest movement.
He hears their footsteps come closer. There’s a third set, too, so it’s not just Pianoman. He curls up tighter in the center of his bed with a pained groan, tucking his face back under a pillow. Go home, he wants to tell them. He’s fine. He just needs to sleep it off. He doesn’t want anyone’s help.
"I think he's asleep. I'll give it to him when he wakes up," Albatross says quietly right outside the bedroom door, and Chuuya sighs in relief, thinking he’s avoided a crisis for now.
He wonders what time it is. It seems Albatross has pulled down the blinds, so any sunlight to tell him the time of day is blocked out. He’s tempted to get up and see, or at least reach over to grab his cell phone, but he really doesn’t even have the energy to do that.
He lies still for a few moments, but with the way his stomach is turning, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to fall asleep any time soon. He’s hungry, but too nauseous to even think about food. That’s the worst kind of feeling.
"Hey. I know you're awake, Chuuya," Pianoman says, his voice suddenly beyond Chuuya’s bedroom door. His voice is gentle, not accusatory, so Chuuya doesn’t feel as anxious - but he still doesn’t want anyone to see him. "I think it'd be better if you took this medicine sooner rather than later with how you're feeling."
Chuuya doesn’t move. Maybe he can trick Pianoman, but he quickly realizes that’s a foolish thought. He couldn’t ever trick Pianoman.
He hears a plastic bag rustle, and Pianoman sits on Chuuya’s king mattress. “I have some nausea medicine for you too. Albatross told me your stomach’s been bothering you.”
Chuuya doesn’t like that Pianoman knows about that, but at this point, he would rather get his nausea under control than worry about his image. He begrudgingly turns over so that Pianoman knows he’s not hiding anymore. When their eyes meet, he watches Pianoman’s brow furrow.
“I know I look like shit,” Chuuya mumbles, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounds. He hasn’t been coughing all that much.
“I wonder how you caught this,” Pianoman says, taking three medicine bottles out and setting them down on Chuuya’s nightstand, along with two cups of water that he apparently brought with him. “Two of these are liquid, sorry. But they tend to work better, I’ve noticed.”
Chuuya doesn’t care much, as long as they’ll help. He forces himself up, and Pianoman reaches out an arm to help him - the touch makes Chuuya freeze up. “Relax. I’m just trying to help.”
Chuuya groans and lets him. Pianoman props up a few of his pillows at the headrest and helps Chuuya lean against that, that way he’s sitting up but still comfortable, and he’s grateful for Pianoman’s thoughtfulness, but he keeps his eyes low. He’s hoping that avoiding eye contact will make him forget about this faster.
“I feel like this one always gives me awful nightmares,” Pianoman says with a huff as he hands Chuuya a cup of medicine, which he takes like a shot with no issue. The taste is artificial fruit and bitter, but if he imagines it’s more like alcohol, it’s not as unbearable. "Do you get nightmares?"
"No," Chuuya murmurs. "I don't dream at all."
"I thought I heard you say that before. Might be a good thing, then. A lot of people get bad nightmares when they have fevers like you do, even without medicine," Pianoman says. "Lippmann does."
That seems like an intimate detail to know about someone, especially to share with others, but he doesn't say anything.
“We’ve all seen each other sick. You don’t need to hide from us,” Pianoman assures him. Chuuya realizes that’s the point he was trying to make, but he still can’t meet his gaze. He just takes the next cup of medicine and downs it, but this time, his stomach twists. This one tastes much worse. He thinks this one might make him vomit even if he wasn’t ill. He presses a hand up to his mouth and Pianoman is quick enough to recognize the situation - he’s holding a trash bin under Chuuya’s chin, allowing him to choke up the medicine he just swallowed, that never had a chance of staying down at all.
His stomach still tries to get more up, even though he’s sure that the only thing left in his system was the medicine he just swallowed. The way his abdominal muscles squeeze together against his sore stomach hurts so much he can hardly take it. He’s ashamed. He’s dealt with injuries far worse than a little stomachache, but this hurts so bad that tears prick at his eyes.
"It's okay. I know it hurts," he tells him gently, tucking Chuuya’s hair behind his ears as it threatens to get caught in the saliva that’s starting to form strings from his mouth. "You don't have to hold back your tears for any of us, Chuuya."
“But, I…” he starts, cut off by a pained groan. He spits up the salvia that’s gathered in his mouth.
“I know. Your whole body’s sensitive right now ‘cause of that fever you’re running. And throwing up with nothing in your stomach hurts. Trust me, I know,” Pianoman tells him. “I don’t blame you at all.”
Chuuya lets his tears fall, and he whimpers from the pain he’s in.
He seems to only get worse from there. He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up properly anymore, even with the propped-up pillows, so once he thinks he’s done gagging, Pianoman helps him lie back down. He can’t stop his tears, they darken spots on his pillow. He feels so sick. He wishes he could just fall asleep again. He doesn’t want anyone to see him.
He quickly finds out Lippman was the third person who entered his apartment, and the concern taking over his face as soon as he sees Chuuya from the doorway is too much for him to handle. He can’t imagine how awful he must look, especially now that he’s been crying. He’s so pathetic.
“Albatross, that’s far too wet to put on his forehead. You need to wring some of that water out,” he hears Lippmann say after Chuuya stuffs his face back into a pillow to avoid being seen. “Here, let me see it.”
“Always stealin’ my thunder, huh, Lippmann…” Albatross says, clicking his tongue.
“This isn’t thunder. This is a monsoon,” he says, supposedly waving the soaked cloth around.
Soon enough, he feels a hand gently turn his head so he’s looking at the ceiling, and Lippmann lays a cool, folded washcloth over Chuuya’s forehead. It feels incredible. For just a second, he feels like he’s cured, but of course, it’s never that easy. He lets his eyes fall shut and tries to take the opportunity to relax.
Lippmann smooths down Chuuya's hair, something he would normally be greatly opposed to but it feels nice. Lippmann's hands are always ice cold. He thinks Lippmann is sitting beside him on the bed, which for some reason, he’s not opposed to. He’s trying to relax. Every breath makes him more sore. He groans from the pain and turns his head to the side, only to be turned back up by Lippmann.
"I called Doc. He should be on his way soon," Pianoman says as he enters the room. Chuuya didn’t even realize he was gone. "Definitely wouldn't hurt to get some IV fluids in you. I'm sure you're dehydrated."
"Poor thing," Lippman says with a sigh, a hand of his on Chuuya’s clammy cheek. "Let me see a thermometer, Piano. He feels much warmer."
“I couldn’t find one earlier,” Pianoman says. “I told Albatross to go look at his place. Let me go make sure he still remembers what I asked him to do.”
Pianoman disappears again too, but Lippmann stays, still smoothing down Chuuya’s hair. He tries to shift himself onto his side to get more comfortable, and he realizes just how much sweat is covering his body. The hair framing his face feels like it’s stuck to his skin.
Chuuya hears his phone buzz in the nightstand. It’s a buzz different from the normal notifications, because it’s Dazai. That son of a bitch gets his own special one.
“Lippmann?” Chuuya croaks, his eyes barely about to make it up to his face. “Can you…can you hand me my phone?”
“Of course. In the nightstand here?” Lippmann confirms and Chuuya manages a nod. He gently hands him the phone.
Chuuya’s eyes take a few seconds longer than normal to adjust to its brightness, and Lippmann briefly leans over to turn it down for him while he’s still getting used to it. He groans when he sees the message on the screen, and he replies almost right away without thinking much of it.
He sees Dazai open the message, but to his surprise, he doesn’t get a reply. He groans. Why on earth would Dazai message him anyway? Why does it matter to him where he is?
“Is this the Boss’s kid you’re texting?” Lippmann asks, his head tilted. Lippmann knows that Dazai isn’t actually Mori’s son, but that's what the Flags call Dazai.
Chuuya just groans and nods. He closes his phone for a moment. Half of him just wants to block Dazai’s number, even though in his defense, he’s just asking a rather innocent question.
“I saw him very early this morning on my way to meet with the Boss. He asked me where you were. That was before Albatross called us,” Lippmann says. “It doesn’t hurt to tell him. Maybe that way he won’t bother you, if that’s what you want.”
Chuuya huffs. He’s not sure how he feels about Lippmann’s claim that Dazai would ask where he is. Would he even really care? Chuuya doesn’t think so, but it’s strange that Dazai would ask Lippmann that, and even directly text Chuuya on top of it.
He groans again, long and annoyed, before he opens his phone to send another message.
He lets his phone slip from his hands, and Lippmann takes it and puts it back in the drawer for him - and it’s not long until he hears the others come back too.
Chuuya really doesn’t feel well.
He can’t rely much on his senses at the moment. He feels himself cough every now and then, but it almost feels numb, like his body forces him to do it. The last thing he can clearly hear from any of them is his temperature - a hundred and three point one, only because Lippmann makes it a point to make sure Chuuya can hear him. Chuuya never measured his fever to begin with, but he know it wasn’t that high. That’s not good.
It feels as if he only shuts his eyes for a moment, but when he opens them again, Doc has entered his field of vision. It looks like he’s talking to someone else, but he can't hear anything.
He feels someone tugging on his arm, and another smoothing down his hair. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on. He feels his chest tighten up and he wants to get away. His body tenses up and he’s waiting for Doc to leave an opening for Chuuya to get away, but he doesn’t. He turns his head and makes eye contact with Chuuya, and smiles. Doc kind of has a creepy smile, and it’s difficult to tell if it’s genuine most of the time, but Chuuya finds this one reassuring. He relaxes.
No one here is going to hurt him. He’s safe with them.
…
When Chuuya wakes up again, he feels like a new person.
His ears feel clear. He can hear the mattress when he shifts his weight, something he would never imagine being grateful to hear. He hears someone else breathing, and somehow, he has the energy to push himself up.
Doc is leaned against the wall in a chair from Chuuya’s kitchen. Reading from some impossibly large textbook that Chuuya almost thinks must be too heavy for his frail arms, he doesn’t notice Chuuya’s movements, or he at least doesn’t acknowledge them.
Chuuya sneaks a hand into the drawer beside his nightstand to fish out his phone to check the time, and he sees a message from Dazai.
Chuuya wasn't expecting a sort-of-nice message from him. He almost thinks for a moment this isn’t really Dazai, but he’s distracted by movement from Doc.
“Heheh…good morning, Chuuya,” he says, lowering the textbook down to the floor. Chuuya knows it’s not really morning, now, his phone said something close to seven in the evening, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Doc was being serious. He doesn’t strike him as the kind of guy to have a good sleep schedule.
Doc stands up and drags the chair behind him over to Chuuya’s bedside, and Chuuya moves closer to the edge, assuming Doc’s intention is to check him over. Chuuya doesn’t want to make him stand, he knows he can’t do that for very long. Chuuya’s eyes follow Doc’s IV line up to a pole that’s standing beside Chuuya’s bed, with an extra bag of fluids on a line extending down to Chuuya’s forearm.
“We’re matching,” Doc says with his usual off-putting smile, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. Chuuya’s never asked him why he always has that thing, but maybe he’s more content with not knowing.
“Guess that thing’s kinda handy,” Chuuya says as he lays back. His voice is still pretty hoarse. He tries to clear it, and Doc offers him a glass of water that’s been on his nightstand. He starts to wonder where the others have run off to, and the door opens, revealing the missing Flag.
"You look a little better now," Iceman says to him as he walks over. Doc doesn’t turn his head, so Chuuya assumes he’s known that Iceman has been here. "Compared to what I saw when I got here."
"Where is everyone?" Chuuya asks before Doc slides a thermometer under his tongue.
"Passed out in your living room,” Iceman says bluntly.
“Albatross sent us all a photo of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together, heh,” Doc recalls with an amused grin before he takes the thermometer back.
“In my apartment? Ew,” Chuuya groans. “What’s it say?”
Doc had already laid the thermometer down on the table, and he leans over to refer back to it to answer Chuuya’s question. “One hundred point seven. Much better than earlier.”
Chuuya’s relieved to hear that. He was really worrying this was something he was going to be suffering from all weak, but Doc seems to have worked his magic on him. Chuuya wished he had given in to calling him over sooner.
“We already notified everyone who needed to know that you’ll be off tomorrow, too.” Iceman tells him, wandering over to the window to open up the blinds and let some of the evening light in. Another one had already been opened up.
“Tomorrow? No way, I’ll be fine by then,” Chuuya grumbles, looking over to Doc for backup.
“I don’t recommend it. Unless you’re fond of fainting on the job,” Doc says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Just one extra day to get your energy back. You’ll live,” Iceman says. “You should take any days off you can get, Chuuya. Take it from us.”
Maybe if they’re all here, it won’t be so bad.
“I’m putting an injection into your fluid line here…might make you tired…” Doc says, pushing a syringe full of a clear substance into the line, and Chuuya feels the effects almost right away.
“Just don’t go anywhere…” Chuuya murmurs as his eyes start to fall shut. His mouth betrayed him by admitting thoughts he didn’t want to share with the room, but he sees faint smiles from both of them before he loses his battle with the drowsiness.
…
"You finally up?"
Chuuya wasn't expecting to hear Dazai's voice.
He forces himself to sit up, and he's in a different bedroom. He’s done so far too quickly, it seems, because his head swims and tilts his world sideways so much that he nearly faints, but he forces himself to stay upright on the bed.
Dazai is standing right at the end of it. He looks perplexed, and Chuuya can’t figure out why, but Chuuya’s even more confused. Dazai looks different. His eyes don't look so dark. He looks taller, somehow. He’s not wearing his usual getup. He’s wearing a bolo tie. Why the hell is he wearing a bolo tie?
"Where's…" Chuuya murmurs. He can’t quite remember what he was going to say.
"Where's who? It's just me here," Dazai says, the confusion in his eyes only deepening as he makes his way over to the side of the bed.
Chuuya's stomach drops. He doesn't understand what's going on.
"Hey, hey. What are you so worked up about?" Dazai asks him, and the tiny hint of concern in his nonchalant attitude is freaking him out. Dazai hadn’t texted him that he was coming over. Why is he here? Why would he show up?
"I was just…I just, um…" Chuuya starts mumbling as he scrambles to get to the edge of the bed he’s on, "they were all here. You were at…they…"
"Bad dream?" Dazai says, a hesitant hand reaching out towards Chuuya’s. That’s not like him. Why is he so confused?
"What…?" Chuuya starts, just then registering Dazai’s words. That's not possible. Chuuya doesn't dream. He's never had a dream. Chuuya swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up despite his head’s protests, and he’s relieved to see Doc’s face, back where he was, leaned against the wall.
But he hears blood dripping.
And when he lowers his gaze, just a bit, it seems his brain omitted the fact that the lower half of Doc’s body is missing. There’s nothing below his torso, nothing but a growing pool of blood.
Chuuya screams.
…
"You blacked out on me again," Dazai says. His voice is gentle, as Chuuya wakes up again, once again in a different room. It feels more familiar this time. He’s in a living room, and he thinks it’s his. “Your fever’s worse. I took you out here, it’s kinda warm in your bedroom.”
"Sorry," he mumbles. He can't muster up energy for much else. His body aches. He looks for any signs of the Flags. The IV pole. Lippmann’s hand on his forehead. The medication Pianoman brought home for him. None of it is there.
Was any of that real? Was he hallucinating? It’s happened before, when he gets high fevers, but this one felt so real. It was almost like he just experienced it, in real life, and then suddenly he fell asleep for several years - and now he’s back in the present.
Was it a dream?
"I wanna go ride," Chuuya murmurs. Dazai’s hand is on his cheek. He pulls it away and sits back on the coffee table, that same look of confusion taking over his face again.
"Your bike?" Dazai asks.
"Uh-huh," he says.
"No-can-do, buddy. You can barely stand up," Dazai reminds him with a half-smile, hints of concern still visible.
Chuuya’s head turns in his direction. His chest feels tight. "'S not my bike."
Dazai still looks confused. "Yeah?"
"'S Albatross's bike," Chuuya barely manages. He still feels his cold hand in his. He knows they’re all dead, it’s beyond him why he thought just a few moments ago that they were all still in his apartment. It takes everything in Chuuya to keep himself together.
"I know, Chuuya." Dazai murmurs, his expression falling. “What’s up with you today?”
Chuuya’s eyes start to flood with tears, only furthering Dazai’s concern. He kneels beside the couch and Chuuya tries to sit himself up, only melting into Dazai’s arms in his attempt to get up. Everything hurts. He doesn’t know why he’s so overcome with emotion. Maybe he’s just sensitive right now because of his apparent illness, but the feelings he holds are real.
Dazai’s trying to comfort him, but Chuuya can’t hear his words. He holds him close. It’s incredibly rare for him to be so sympathetic. He must know something isn’t quite right with Chuuya right now.
If it really was a dream, he wants nothing more than to go back.
…
“We can go visit their graves when you feel better. If you want to,” Dazai offers, sort of out of nowhere. Chuuya’s been silently curled up in his bed for a few hours. Dazai offering him water and bites of food he can hardly stomach every now and then, making sure he takes medication.
“It’s raining,” Chuuya murmurs. He’s mindlessly scrolling through old messages from his friends, on a cellphone he hasn’t touched since they were killed. His heart hurts. He doesn’t have the will to get up.
“Hopefully it stops once you’re up for it,” Dazai says, reaching forward to brush some of Chuuya’s unruly bangs from his eyes.
Chuuya sees a rare photo in their message thread. A picture of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together on his old couch from an apartment he used to live in, followed by them in the same position, but this time, in selfie form courtesy of Albatross. It’s a photo that feels familiar, but he can’t remember why. Maybe they were drunk. Maybe he never came across this photo until now. But for some reason, it’s comforting to see.
“Yeah,” Chuuya mumbles, his eyes floating up to Dazai. “Let’s go.”
“Alright. Just let me know whenever you’re up for it,” Dazai tells him.
Chuuya’s still staring at the photo.
#i cant decide whos my fav#i really like doc and albatross#but i think everybody loves albatross right LOL he's everyone's guy#ugh my poor sweet chuuya#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#illness#bsd#sick#sickfic#my fanfictions#vomiting#emeto#fever#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#chuuya#dazai#albatross#doc#pianoman#lippmann#iceman#flu#high fever#hurt/comfort#skk#soukoku
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bad wizards and shimmering rainbow-white robes
Someone else has probably already made this point—I'm late to the Locked Tomb party, I know—but I've been reading a whole lot of Locked Tomb posts (in between re-reading bits of the Locked Tomb books and thinking about The Lord of the Rings) recently, and if anyone else has made this point I haven't seen it yet, so, spoilers through Nona the Ninth:
Your gazes met. The other nascent Lyctor—the Third House saint, the Emperor’s bones and the Emperor’s joints, the Emperor’s fists and gestures—was clothed in a beautiful nacreous robe that glimmered all the colours of the rainbow: gauzy, iridescent white stuff that changed violently in the light.
(Chapter 4, Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)
A mass of fabric whispered past you—you could not feel it on your body, but you felt the air upon your cheek—and then a person knelt in front of your chair. A shining, shimmering billow of pale fabric came into your field of vision, a rainbow-hued whiteness that ran through shades beneath the hot tungsten light, like the reflection of coloured glass on ice, the same stuff that now was draped around you. Then, awfully, your vision was lifted. Someone had pressed a finger lightly beneath your chin, and they were tilting it up so that you could see their face.
You looked at the Lyctor. The Lyctor looked at you.
(Chapter 6, Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)
‘“Radagast the Brown!” laughed Saruman, and he no longer concealed his scorn. “Radagast the Bird-tamer! Radagast the Simple! Radagast the Fool! Yet he had just the wit to play the part that I set him. For you have come, and that was all the purpose of my message. And here you will stay, Gandalf the Grey, and rest from journeys. For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!”
‘I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours, and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.
(“The Council of Elrond,” The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien)
I told them, This is it. We were put here to save the planet. We’re going to save the planet. We’re not going to let them run away. We’re going to fix this.
And they were all, Yeah, John, because they were my friends and they loved me. But because they were also dicks and most of them had multiple tertiary degrees, they were also like, How though. We know you can do X and Y and Z. That’s still not A or B or C. We love the bone magic, but how are you going to pull this off?
And it was P— of all people who said, First things first. If they’re going to let us fix the world, you’ve got to make them take us seriously. Get some leverage. If they want to make you into a bad wizard, be a bad wizard. We can write the history books to say you were a good wizard. Or at least an okay wizard. They’re not going to listen because we talk nicely, they’re going to listen because we scare the shit out of them.
(“John 5:1,” Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)
Ironically, of course, John himself doesn’t wear the shimmering rainbow-hued robes of the Lyctors—but his crown of infant fingerbones is first described as “a wreath of ribbon and pearlescent leaves in his dark hair, rustling prismatically in the windless docking bay" (Chapter 6, Harrow the Ninth), and frankly I think rainbow pearlescent leaves each “intertwined with a match-sized infant fingerbone” sounds significantly more evil than Saruman bothered looking, so eat your heart out Curunír I guess.
Of course, there's lots of irony about John adopting the trappings of that particular evil wizard, but I think the most ironic part might be the extent to which he really should've taken notes on the rest of the passage in question:
‘“I liked white better,” I said.
‘“White!” he sneered. “It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken.”
‘“In which case it is no longer white,” said I. “And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.”
#the locked tomb#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#locked tomb meta#the lord of the rings#lotr#fotr#character: saruman#character: john gaius
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So, I'm just gonna give my thoughts here on the Loki series as a whole. I watched five of the six episodes of the first season. I didn't watch this second season, but I watched recap videos and all the clips that were released, so I feel like I can give a pretty good assessment here.
I like what they did with Loki's character at the end of this season, I like that they made him into a genuine hero who sacrifices himself to save the multiverse, but... the problem is, I just don't care anymore. I don't care about the MCU or even Loki within the MCU anymore, because they so mishandled his character for the last, several years. They made him such an unrecognizable clown in the first season, really building off the hatchet job they'd done to him in Ragnarok, that it turned me off completely and I wasn't able to finish the series. That lead to me not being able to watch this second season at all. And even though it sounds like they handled him better, from the clips I've seen, it still didn't feel or sound like Loki. He still didn't have the air of Loki from the first two Thor films. It just felt, again, like a completely different character. Maybe he wasn't being made a fool of every other scene, but he still didn't act or talk or hold himself like the Loki of Thor 1, or The Dark World, or The Avengers. And there's also still the massive loss of potential in exploring the actual reasons Loki went mad in the first place, namely, his heritage as a frost giant, and his complex, tragic issues with his adoptive family, growing up in a culture where he was taught from birth that the race of beings he belongs to is a race of monsters, etc... They didn't address ANY of that in two full seasons of a show about Loki. And I'm sitting here thinking, this material is RIPE for exploration. This would make an incredible, emotional journey for Loki, to be able to actually address these mental health issues that he has, rooted in his internalized racism, taught to him by the very culture he was raised in, a literal child stolen from another kingdom. It would have made Loki's journey toward heroism way more impactful and meaningful if he actually arrived there by coming to understand and accept that he'd been wronged by Odin and Asgard in that particular regard. If he'd been able to forgive himself and realize he was actually a victim.
Like, imagine if instead of berating him and calling him names and accusing him of being a narcissist, Mobius had actually helped Loki to realize that what his family did to him was fucked up, that what Odin and Frigga did to him, lying to him for literally a thousand years about who he was and where he'd come from, and letting him believe that frost giants were evil monsters instead of actual people, was fucked up. Imagine if Mobius had explained to Loki that he was suffering from trauma over learning he was a frost giant, that he was suffering from trauma over it because his own brother treated and regarded frost giants as monsters who's only purpose was for him to get his kill on. Or if he'd sympathized with Loki over the way the other Aesir generally treated him like shit. How Heimdall had no qualms about trying to lop his head off and commit treason. How the Warriors 3 had no problem committing treason against him. How even the servants that worked in the palace had such little respect for Loki, that they openly laughed at him. People don't remember, but Loki didn't forcibly take the throne after Thor was banished. Odin fell into the Odin Sleep, and Frigga PUT Loki on the throne to rule in his stead. And yet, still, you had his own subjects running around, not thinking twice about shitting on him, disobeying him and committing treason against him. Crimes for which, if Odin was on the throne, may well have resulted in their banishment, if not their outright execution. Imagine if Mobius had actually helped Loki work through these issues he has, if he had actually been a real friend to him, instead of an abusive, belittling asshole who blamed Loki for all his own problems. Imagine if Sylvie had done the same too.
It would have made a hell of a lot more sense, then, when Loki chose to sacrifice himself for Mobius and all the others at the end of this season. But instead, the whole season basically focused on Kang and the multiverse and the TVA, with minimal relationship building between Loki and the others. But we're just supposed to buy that these people, who more or less treated Loki like shit from the start, became so special and important to him, that he would willingly sacrifice his life to free them and save theirs. The same Loki who, in terms of time passed in this show, just a few weeks earlier tried to subjugate the Earth and killed hundreds of people in the process, by the way, something which unfolded BECAUSE of the above mentioned issues with his family.
Loki's sacrifice for Mobius and the others doesn't feel earned, because his relationship with them, his feelings of loyalty and concern for them doesn't feel earned. They never were actually good friends to him. They didn't help him feel validated in his feelings, they didn't help him work out his issues of self-loathing stemming from his heritage, or his sense of rejection from his father, etc...
It's just lazy, and another miss by Marvel to capitalize on one of their most complex and tragic character's actual story.
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Thanks so much for your ask @faerieroyal !!! As usual with my beloved Kit, you'll be getting answers for both 80s!Kit and movie!Kit, so buckle up!
1. Can your OC admit to mistakes or weaknesses? Can they accept help?
Oh boy, both of them are so bad at admitting to not being the best™.
80s!Kit might be a little better at admitting to mistakes of character. She'll at least admit to being "a little stubborn" or "slightly impulsive". However, she hates having to say that someone beat her in a fight or - even worse - she may have possibly been kidnapped and can't get out on her own, and she hates having to be rescued because she failed to protect herself. Hannibal gets to save her after he learned not to rub it in her face. B.A. gets to save her because she loves to see the look on her captors' faces when he stares them down. Murdock gets to save her because he has never rubbed it in her face and never will - he's trying to get her to understand that getting saved is okay. Face does not get to save her. It's supposed to be her saving him. He's her damsel in distress, not the other way around.
Movie!Kit, on the other hand, will admit to being physically weaker. He's strong, alright, but he's an acrobat, not a strongman. Too much muscle mass would get in the way of his flexibility and it would be too heavy. However, he is always right. That's a law and that's a fact. There's only one person that can make him admit that he was wrong, and that's Face, with his power to make Kit's brain and heart melt with his kisses. Hannibal, however, knows how to harness this power for himself.
6. Are they dramatic?
80s!Kit isn't very dramatic. She prefers staring people down or walking away - or punching them. If she gets injured, she's gonna play it off or ignore it, usually with less than optimal results.
Movie!Kit is SO dramatic, especially if in the presence of Murdock and/or Face. These three together are the kinds over people kidnappers would give back willingly if they had only two of them, let alone three. They'll call Hannibal to pick up his kids because they're sick of these clowns and their constant whining and chattering and joking around. Also, Kit sometimes dramatises his injuries if he wants to be carried. His precious acrobat's limbs need to be protected. Ever heard of fatigue fractures? Or maybe he pulled a muscle, who knows...
7. How would they prefer to die?
Both of them want to die young and quickly. As much as they love their found family and their life, they can't imagine growing old or settling down. However, "young" is a very vague term here, because they probably wouldn't mind getting close to Hannibal's age if they're still as healthy as him then. And they'll definitely take a slow and painful death if it means their loved ones will be saved.
8. What is guaranteed to make them angry?
Everything? No, it’s not that bad, but both variants of Kit are very hot-headed. Criminal offense #1 is hurting Face, #2 is hurting the rest of the team. But now for some variant-specific reasons:
80s!Kit gets especially mad if kids are in danger. She will beat anyone up who even dares threaten a kid.
Movie!Kit, being trans, definitely wages war on transphobia. Talking shit? You get hit. This extends to homophobia as well. If his opponent is lucky, Kit will leave it at summoning Face just to make out with him in front of the homophobe's face. Generally, anyone who shows any bias against people who are not cishet, male and white will be flattened, but he shows the least mercy when it comes to transphobia.
9. What do they get really petty about?
80s!Kit gets petty about her gender. "Are you a woman?" "No!" "Are you a man?" "No! I don’t identify as a man or woman. I might occasionally feel like it though. I'm both and neither. What's there not to understand?" "So you identify as genderless? How does that even work?" "No. Weren't you listening? If you don't stop being stupid, I'm gonna start identifying as a problem, fool!"
Movie!Kit is an acrobat, not a gymnast. Yes, he does gymnastics, fine, but he's an acrobat, because he's an artist, specifically a circus artist. Do not call him anything but an acrobat.
Thanks so much for the ask, Dolly, my beloved! It was really fun to talk about Kit again!
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"Endless Summer Vacation" by Miley Cyrus Sentence Starters
FLOWERS
"We were good, we were gold."
"We were right 'til we weren't."
"Built a home and watched it burn."
"I didn't wanna leave you."
"I didn't wanna lie."
"I can buy myself flowers."
"I can take myself dancing. And I can hold my own hand."
"I can love me better than you can."
"No remorse, no regret."
"I forgive every word you said."
JADED
"I don't wanna call and talk too long."
"I know it was wrong, but never said I was sorry."
"Now I've had time to think it over."
"Isn't it a shame that it ended like that?"
"We went to Hell, but we never came back."
"I'm sorry that you're jaded."
"I could've taken you places."
"You're lonely now and I hate it."
"You're not even willing to look at your part."
"Don't know when to stop, so you take it too far."
"It's a fucking shame that it ended like that."
"You broke your own heart, but you'd never say that."
"I won't lie, it won't be easy."
ROSE COLORED LENSES
"Sunrise got us up early."
"Never wanna leave this room."
"We could stay like this forever."
"Let's just play pretend."
"Pretend we'll never end."
"Make it last 'til we die."
"My baby got looks that kill."
"Let's stay like this forever."
"Let's just keep pretending."
USED TO BE YOUNG
"The truth is bulletproof, there's no fooling you."
"I don't dress the same."
"Me and who you say I was yesterday have gone our separate ways."
"Left my living fast somewhere in the past cause that's for chasing cars."
"Turns out open bars lead to broken hearts and going way too far."
"I know I used to be crazy."
"I know I used to be fun."
"You tell me time has done changed me, that's fine, I've had a good run."
"That's cause I used to be young."
"Turns out crowded rooms empty as soon as there's somewhere else to go."
"Messed up, but, God, was it fun."
"Those wasted nights are not wasted. I remember every one."
THOUSAND MILES
"You think I'm crazy, you might be right."
"When he/she/they smile(s), I don't care about the past."
"I told myself I closed that door, but I'm right back here again."
"I know half of what I'm saying don't make no sense."
"Don't ask me where I've been."
"I'm not always right, but still, I ain't got time for what went wrong."
"Where I end up, I don't really care."
"I was talking to you before I realized it's madness."
YOU
"I got some baggage."
"Let's do some damage."
"I want that late-night sweet magic, that forever-lasting love. But only if it's with you."
"Let's crash a wedding tonight."
"I'm kinda crazy 'cause that's how you made me."
"I don't need Jesus, 'cause baby, you saved me, I'm done."
"Only with you."
HANDSTAND
"We danced until there was nothing left."
"You're questioning the science, 'cause you don't understand."
"I wish I could crawl inside your heart."
"I wish I could know that it's forever."
RIVER
"I got a new dress just to meet you downtown."
"Heart beats so loud that it's drowning me out."
"You're just like a river."
"I can't stop from thinking lately."
"You could be the one, have the honor of my babies."
"Was a desert before I met you, I was in a drought."
"I feel you everywhere."
VIOLET CHEMISTRY
"Tonight, we'll just be wrong."
"Ain't done this in so long."
"Stay awhile with me."
"Stay awhile, put your arms around me."
"Can I bum a cigarette?"
"There's something between us that's too major to ignore."
"May not be eternal but nocturnal, nothing more."
MUDDY FEET
"I don't know who the hell you think you're messing with."
"Get the fuck out of my house with that shit."
"You smell like perfume that I didn't purchase."
"Now I know why you've been closing the curtains."
"I'm about to do something about it."
"Always questioning my questioning."
"Get the fuck out of my head with that shit."
"Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit."
"Worthy arrives when the other door closes."
WILDCARD
"Do you wanna play house? I could be your wife/husband."
"Maybe I could stay and not break your heart."
"But don't forget, baby, I'm a wildcard."
"I love when you hold me."
"But loving you is never enough."
"Don't wait for me, cause forever may never come."
"I want all in. I want all or nothing."
ISLAND
"I'm still wishing for the love that I don't have."
"I won't lie, it sure gets lonely here at night."
"No one here needs anything from me, and it's kind of nice."
"I hear your voice like a song on the radio."
WONDER WOMAN
"She's a wonder woman."
"She knows what she likes."
"She's a million moments. Lived a thousand lives."
"She makes sure that no one's around to see her fall apart."
"She's a won't-stop woman."
"All her pain is polished. All her tears are planned."
#rp memes#rp starters#rp prompts#rp lyric meme#lyric prompts#lyric starters#sentence starters#roleplay prompts#roleplay starters#not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)
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PANIC PANIC PANIC I've got a job interview tomorrow 💀
It's a teaching job in an open university where I myself studied for a semester some ten years ago and I'm actually interested and excited about the opportunity because I'd gain teaching experience on yet another level of education, but that's also exactly the reason why I'm shitting myself as we speak, because I just spoke on the phone with one of the people interviewing me tomorrow (she was my teacher there too and she's so so sweet) and she told me there'll also be some "substance questions", i.e. content questions about some of the stuff I'd be teaching. They're basic level university courses, so rather different from the stuff I've been teaching recently (high school), and while I obviously have studied all that myself back in the day (and gotten decent grades for them too), I'm so so scared that they'll ask me something I know / can't remember shit about. Logically thinking I know they won't be asking anything extremely specific, but that only makes it harder to prepare myself for those questions in any way, because I simply cannot know what I'll be asked. Either I'll know it or I won't?? 🤷♀️ I know this may sound like a 'problem solved' kinda situation lol but it's actually the opposite: there are MANY problems in fact and there's NOTHING I can do about it and I will likely make an absolute fool of myself and cry all the way home because I'm not good or smart enough for anything 😐
Fuck, even the 'tell us a little about yourself' part in the beginning of the interview scares the shit out of me. How on earth am I supposed to talk about myself in a positive light when I feel like I'm not good at anything ever and I'm so goddamn ashamed of myself that I feel extremely uncomfortable talking about anything related to myself? Who am I to tell them they should hire me, when the honest answer is that they'd be way better off with literally anyone else? (okay fiiiiiine maybe not literally anyone else lol but you know what I mean 🙄)
I fucking hate job interviews so insanely much, because some of the questions are just impossible to predict, and then I look like an idiot because I have no answer ready or can't think of one in the moment. This is extremely frustrating, because I know I'd benefit from preparing answers to some questions beforehand, and of course there are certain questions I can safely expect them to ask, but I also know there'll be so many questions I won't have been prepared for at all, and those are the ones that stress me out the most, because I have frozen during interviews before when they asked me something and I didn't know what to answer. I know in some cases they're not necessarily that interested in the contents of my answer, but as I told you in the first paragraph (lol congrats if you're still reading), THIS particular interview WILL apparently include questions SPECIFICALLY about the contents of the courses I'd be teaching 🙃
However, it's a part-time job (which I actually wouldn't mind, despite being paid less), so I want to believe they don't have that many applicants and that my chances are pretty good (especially since one of the interviewers knows me and I may have even been one of her favourite students hehe (joking, it's been ten years and stuff like this shouldn't affect their decision)). I really want this job, so that I won't have to feel like I'm a waste of space for at least until May next year (that's when the contract ends), please please pleeeeeeaaaase let things go my way for ONCE 🙏
(Please don't feel the need to interact, I'm mostly just venting and none of you won't be able to predict the substance questions in the interview any better than I can, but if you do want to reach out, know it's appreciated 💗 However... I don't want to seem ungrateful, because I really really do appreciate anyone who reaches out and I KNOW you only mean well, I really do!! 🥺 but please understand that I'm not venting because I'm feeling insecure and suffering from the imposter syndrome and just need a bit of encouragement and then I'll feel better about it. Surely it's all that too lol, but I also genuinely believe I won't know shit about the stuff they might ask me, and I genuinely believe I'm not good enough, and no matter what you say can easily change my mindset about myself at the moment. "You're an expert on your field, you got this" is an instinct response and yessss logically thinking it might even be true and I'm just stressing out over nothing, but when my genuine feeling about this is that I very much haven't "got this" at all, like, not even a little bit in the beginning, it's... not necessarily as encouraging as it may sound like? 😭 as I said, I knooowww you have good intentions, but you don't know what's inside my head, only I know what's in there, and I know it's nothing. In addition, please don't say "everything will be alright" because you can't know that?!? Yes, everything might go well and I might be hired, but it also might be a total disaster and I'll start crying mid-interview because I feel so incompetent. I can't know, you can't know, so let's just focus in the here and now, yeah? 😩
...however if someone has any tips on how to answer 'tell us a little about yourself' I'm all ears! 😅 I feel like none of the tips I read on recruiting websites are of any use 💀)
#btw this is NOT the same job opportunity i had a crisis about earlier lol that was a fuckton of ado about absolutely nothing 🤡#anywayy i don't wanna goooooo i just want to write my olli/allu fic i can't do this i can't i can't i can't 😭
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