#when Team will speak out I expect the same disaster
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𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦
Okay, so as I was talking to Evie about the other day, I was going through one of my old notebooks and found a whole extended universe of Descendants OCs I had planned from middle school. I obviously don’t plan on formally introducing or doing anything with all of these OCs, because there is a lot of them, but I still thought it would be fun to share them with you guys! They’re not all in their original versions from my notebook, because a few of them did require a little changing and revamping, but I still hope you guys enjoy these little ideas from twelve-year-old me’s brain.
Soha Pride, daughter of Simba and Nala, Carlos ship. Able to attend Auradon Prep thanks to a spell from Fairy Godmother that allows her entire family to shift between their lion and human forms. Very dedicated to her duties as a princess of Pride Rock, but sometimes feels overshadowed by her older sister Kiara because she’s the oldest and the heir. Doesn’t believe any of the stuff Audrey and Chad say about the VKs and makes it her mission to be friends with them. Formerly a Jay ship. I am going to be introducing her formally in a little bit, so look out for that!
Josie Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow, Evie ship. Auradon kid because it could never be decided whether Jack was a villain or not, and now he sails all around the seas surrounding Auradon and the different kingdoms. Has the ability to visit the Isle in her dreams, and it’s later revealed that that’s because her mother is Calypso. A huge troublemaker and prankster who’s constantly in trouble with Fairy Godmother, and becomes quick besties with Mal because of it when the VKs first come to Auradon.
Jackson Kelly-Jacobs, son of Jack Kelly and David Jacobs, OC ship. Son of Jack and Davey because I am a Javid shipper for life. A dancer and gymnast who’s on the R.O.A.R. team, and used to be friends with Chad before he turned into a bully. Really flirty and charming like his dad Jack, but still a total sweetheart. He and Evie quickly develop a WLW/MLM friendship when the VKs come to Auradon, and he definitely punches Chad during the Family Day thing.
Steven Smee, son of Mr. Smee, OC ship (Jackson’s boyfriend). Comes to Auradon with the VKs even though he’s not friends with them after Ben lets his dad persuade him to invite the child of a sidekick along with the children of villains so the people of Auradon are a bit “more receptive”. A complete shy sweetheart who loves his dad and brothers and misses them terribly when he leaves (because Smee is actually a really good dad) and is the reason the twins get to come to Auradon in the third movie. Kind of sensitive because he got bullied a lot as a kid on the Isle, but still has an inner strength that not a lot of people expect.
Maile Montunui, daughter of Moana, Uma ship. President and pretty much only member of the Auradon Prep Sailing Club, which the Sea Three join after they come to Auradon in the alternate post-second movie story that I had in my head. Incredibly courageous and not afraid to speak her mind, but sometimes gets herself into trouble from being too confident. Frequently curses and insults people in Samoan. Bisexual disaster who falls in love with Uma instantly, even if it takes Uma a while to feel the same about her.
Haven Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Harry ship. Member of the VKs who had a sort of Romeo and Juliet romance going on with Harry, but has to break it off when they leave to go to Auradon. She wants desperately to be good and break away from her mother’s reputation, and dedicates herself to being better once the VKs choose good at the coronation, which causes some tension between her and Harry when they meet again in the second movie. In the alternate post-second movie story after the Sea Three come to Auradon, though, they reconcile and get back together. She’s fierce and sarcastic by nature but not mean, and she shares Mal’s love for graffiti.
Cierra Chernabog, daughter of Chernabog, Ben ship. Outcast even on the Isle because her father is a demon, doesn’t come to Auradon until after the second movie because so many people were against bringing Chernabog’s kid to Auradon the first time. Super shy and doesn’t talk a whole lot, but incredibly smart and loving. Has a demon form that she isn’t able to access until leaving the Isle, but it’s big and terrifying and still kind of cool.
Celeste Frollo, daughter of Judge Frollo, Audrey ship. Claudette’s twin sister, very religious and God-fearing due to her father’s teaching, so she has a lot of Catholic guilt over liking girls (picture, like, Carrie White with no telekinesis and if she was a lesbian). Gets to go to Auradon after the second movie, when Audrey’s slowly starting to reform herself and be more accepting of villain kids (we’re pretending the third movie doesn’t happen, I guess), and at the same time my girl slowly starts to overcome her guilt and they fall in love!
And there are even more, but I’m gonna stop there (😅). Hope you guys enjoyed this little look into my crazy little middle schooler brain!!
Tagging some of the Descendants moots: @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @auxiliarydetective, and soft tagging @manyfandomocs!!
#randomness#plot bunnies#descendants plot bunnies#descendants oc#descendants ocs#oc: soha pride#oc: josie sparrow#oc: jackson kelly-jacobs#oc: steven smee#oc: maile montunui#oc: haven hearts#oc: cierra chernabog#oc: celeste frollo
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Yours. | One shoot
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An original Haikyuu! AU Pairing Sakusa Kiyoomi and a female oc (I haven't thought of a name, so she is all of you female readers)
short desc. just thinking of post time skip Sakusa meeting the girl of his dream who is a reporter ??? (idk that came out of nowhere) and... I'm bad at describing my work properly so um... expect yourself to find some hopeless romantic trace, cringe-worthy remarks, and a little toe-curling smut at the end - and so, i wish you all good luck bearing with my work. heh heh.
⚠️warning!! 18+ Minors DNI. NSFW content ⚠️
word counts. 13107 words, good luck :)
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Yours
Supposedly, Sakusa couldn’t possibly remember the last time he favored gatherings, people, and things that would eventually connect him to the public. The search for the word attention had long been eliminated in his terms. If only, that day he did not stop for an interview.
It was the first interview he had ever done in his terms being someone who genuinely hates being put in the spotlight. It was nothing, Sakusa just felt that he had no place in society other than a position as an opposite hitter on a volleyball team... anyway, getting back to the talk, well, actually his first interview was not as what of a disaster as he pictured it.
His first interview was still so vivid in his memory to this day: why he agreed to one (all because of that idiot Atsumu and a particularly tangerine-haired shorty), about the questions, his answers, and most importantly, the who part.
If only he did not stop for that one interview, perhaps his mind would be a little quieter these days.
It was because of a sports reporter for a national television channel that his mind turned into somewhere too noisy for him to hide from the world.
His monotonous and comfortable world fell into a massive transition since the intersection brought them. And don’t get it wrong, Sakusa is one of the many who don’t believe in love at first sight, to tell the truth he would gladly abuse the idea. He would a thousand times rather believe in how good luck charms work than believe in such clichés, until that damned unidentified, unfamiliar oddness struck him like a bolt of lightning.
Logically speaking, she wasn’t really the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And instead of wearing a revealing outfit like some of the reporters on their flirty attempt to get an interview with him, she just wore a track jacket. Track jacket sets, navy blue in color, white sneakers, a small black watch on the left wrist, hair tied in a ponytail and her hair wasn’t something that of a distinguishing tangerine color though she has some bangs, ideally parted just right, her eyes are the same color as her hair which was deep brown, and less make up. If he would say something, compared to most female reporters that he had ever seen, she almost looks like someone who was forced to do an interview yet there is something very bothering about her.
Something about her was just irresistible.
She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet she knew how to carry herself. She was not the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, yet her eyes whisper of forgotten familiarity. She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet when she laughed, it was as if there was a sprinkle of amusement in the air, and before he knew it, his smile unfolded.
From then on, his head never stopped fussing about her. And on the question “Do you have a girlfriend, Sakusa Senshu?” During his second interview with her, Sakusa’s answer came with a firm, “No.”
That was definitely not for the public. Rather, the answer was for her. To let her know that Sakusa Kiyoomi was single, and perhaps, she could consider that.
Another thing about this woman was that she was a professional at her job. Her eyes never went to check on him when the camera was off, but instead, it was Sakusa’s hobby to steal glances in her direction until one time on an off-air interview session that he voluntarily accepted, the PD suggested that they talked with each other while waiting for the set to be ready.
Her gaze then met his, for the first time, behind the wall that they were two professionally connected.
Her smile unfolded, acknowledgement. Her head bowed, politeness and formality. Her voice warm, pleasantries. Then she turns to the PD to say, “I think I know enough about Sakusa Senshu for there is more left,”
She laughed. How sweet. She has a good laugh. He likes that.
“There is though,” Sakusa said.
Her eyes were on his, before briefly glancing at the staff and returning, “You have a question?”
Sakusa didn’t bother answering that one. Purely an impulse from within him prompted by his inadequacy in small talk, his question was blunt, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
He had enough time to see the gradual change on her face just like how she had enough time to take his question in before reacting.
“Oh?” Her voice low, followed by a small nods before, “No.”
The answer came after some consideration, or perhaps confusion—he didn’t know, don’t ask him whatever. He’s never really good at this kind of stuff in the first place.
Sakusa nodded.
“Why do you ask?” She asked, her gaze on him.
“To make sure,” Sakusa said.
He saw the slight change in her eyes to his words, like something flickering, and didn’t miss it.
“That means, I can get your number without a problem, right?”
Her answer came a little too late for it to be, “Um... yeah... I’ll give you my business card later,” then her smile unfolded just as the frown in her brows, but something about it amusing to the sight, “when we’re done.”
Sakusa hummed. His gaze did not leave even though she already did. He didn’t hide the way he looked at her curiously, studying every inch of her face that wasn’t pretty but somehow wouldn’t leave his head silent every night ever since. When her eyes returned to him briefly, Sakusa hadn’t left, reluctant to.
****
The station corridor is where she gave her business card as promised. Her smile unfolded, but this time it was a little awkward when her hand gave it to Sakusa. Rather than her business card, Sakusa lingered on her eyes and everything he could capture on her face.
And perhaps feeling too much of a stare, she frowned and asked, “What is it?”
“Hm?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Sakusa shook his head. His eyes leaving as he felt something in his stomach reacting, uncommonly but not uncomfortable, odd yet amusing— who put some damn butterfly and asked them to flap their stupid wings there? He didn’t bother hiding his broken smile, why would he?
“Why are you smiling?”
Her eyes to him, his smile gradually leaving yet it somehow lingered in his eyes, in contrast to the seriousness he masked himself with.
“Why? You don’t like that?”
He waited quite a while for her answer, and in that long time their eyes locked, captivating each other, and spoke to each other in a language that was easier to understand. Yet then her answer was a rejection.
“Hm.”
She got him.
****
Sakusa knew that she was lying. Obviously she lied when she said she didn’t like it when he smiled, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been here to see him on the weekend.
To be honest, she could have refused in many ways. Immediately rejecting him outright when he proposes this whatever date, canceling the appointment at the last minute, or pretending to have forgotten about their plans. But instead, the same woman who said that she didn’t like his smile, showed up in a pretty dress, hair styled differently, smelling a little more sweeter, and some hints of makeup on her face.
It was during their first meeting behind the what-so-called professional wall that all the things that seemed to be silenced breaking free, evident through gazes. Suddenly, Sakusa was no longer a stranger to conversation. He suddenly forgets that in general, he genuinely hates conversations, especially those that are called small talk, stupid pleasantries. However, who was he to choose? Before him is a sure thing.
It was also during these encounters that he became familiar with clichés such as questions about the weather, about complimenting the taste of coffee after the first sip or also when seduction was channeled through gazes, and some new things that had never been taught to him. And the one enlightened him the most, was that when he complimented her on her looks, her eyes went to other places but his that then another smile unfolded.
His heart pounding in joy, a long rhythm of comfort and celebration, yet desperate to jump into her hands, wanting to be held.
It was clear that the more time passed into something old and decrepit, everything that was done was thick with every element of deliberation.
Sakusa returns to his more accustomed silent self, letting his eyes convey his feelings to each second that is left to tick on its own. His eyes on her, her eyes on him, three, six, nine seconds... isn’t it easy to fall in love? Then after enough of looking at each other as they enjoyed the ecstasy of falling in love, they left each other being even sure of what they wanted.
Sakusa’s smile unfolded when he returned to obviously watching her. The woman, intrigued by his gaze, frowned and didn’t forget to smile back at him as her hand put her cup down.
“What?” She asked, and Sakusa shook his head.
Her brow furrowed, and her gaze on him, as if demanding an answer that was obvious between the two of them. Sakusa is clearly reluctant to compromise, a man of few words yet his eyes speak a variety of languages that she can easily understand. But at times, Sakusa can also be the most vocal and outspoken person she’s probably ever known, and an example of this is when he bluntly asks:
“You don’t have a boyfriend?” he asked, incredulous.
His words were like a spark, igniting a flame of amusement in her. She laughed, the sound spilling like a cascade over the rim of her coffee cup.
“Are you really asking that?” she countered, still chuckling.
His tone and eyes flat, yet flickered with amusement, “What else am I supposed to be asking, then? I’m not a reporter,”
Sakusa Kiyoomi is definitely not a sweet talker. His words would be thicker with sarcasm or teasing rather than smooth remarks which was probably something she sought from men. And amused by his sarcasm, as if all too familiar with it, the woman smiled.
“Of course,” she said. “Rather than asking questions, you’re someone more used to answering, aren’t you, Sakusa Senshu?”
Sakusa smiled, drunk in the way she played her tone and words just right. He hummed in agreement.
Her eyes returned to him just before she started, “There’s something else, like perhaps am I your type, or something like that…”
He liked it when her eyes momentarily returned to half-heartedly trying to explain a misunderstanding.
“Well I am clearly not your type,” she mused, her lips quirking in a smirk. He liked it more how she decided to keep things the way it is the next second, clearly not hiding the seduction in her sarcasm. She is a quick-learner, and he loves it when she takes his remarks and plays it like she owns it.
Sakusa didn’t miss a beat. “And what makes you think you’re not my type?” he shot back, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
There was a beat of silence between them, each gauging the other’s reaction. The tension was palpable but not uncomfortable. Finally, leaning his head into his palm prompting the arm of the chair, that damned question slipped out of his mouth mindlessly.
“Am I your type?” he asked, his voice soft and calm, knowing what it could cause in what was to come between them.
His eyes didn’t left any movement she made since the question came, as if anchoring her in his gaze and telling her that there was nowhere to hide from something so unspokenly obvious in the air.
But sipping her coffee was her way of hiding. Winning the silence that was Sakusa’s territory was also her way of avoiding the hand that had almost caught her. How he didn’t bother hiding his feelings from her eyes was a victory for her instead, at least to prolong this little catch-me-if-you-can until the last thread of his despair snapped.
Then after quite some log of stealing much of his time, and enough consideration to decide how much she wanted to reveal, she met Sakusa’s gaze head-on as she set the cup down.
“No,” she said simply, her voice matter-of-fact.
Sakusa’s lips stretched into a grin. “Liar,” he accused playfully, voice low and gentle.
She shrugged, the motion fluid and relaxed. “It’s true, though,” she said, meeting his eyes again, this time smiling.
For a moment, they were both silent, simply regarding each other over the rims of their coffee cups.
Sakusa was the one breaking the silence, asking, “What’s your type, then?”
She locked him in her eyes, wooing him with her eyes yet rejecting him outright through a short, asserting answer, “Not you.”
Sakusa was not backing down, he took the challenge and stared right back. He hummed, “Clearly,”
Just know that cupid did a very great job; they’re just testing their limits.
****
This time her dress was dark red, knee-length and quite covered, and her hair— oh, he didn’t know why women spent their money on stupid things like some big bow clips to wear on the back of their heads, but it gave the impression that they were lovers on their way to have brunch at a fancy restaurant— well, he would love to take her to one, it’s just, let him drink all of the moments during this stupid cringe-worthy date for a little longer, though. He wanted to know her in different ways, from different perspectives, through the traces her feet and fingers left in every corner of Shinjuku. Today it was Shinjuku, next week he could probably take her to Harajuku, then to Shibuya, then have dinner in Roppongi. Perfect.
On their way to a café, Sakusa had asked, “You mean what you say?”
She turned, “Which one?” smile lingering on her face, eyes searching.
Sakusa was silent for a while. Not considering what he wanted to say, rather, taking her in: the look in her eyes, her face, the full picture of her standing before him, halting and waiting for him to come with her, every bit of her in that moment he hung in silence. When his answer came, Sakusa hid a smile behind his flat tone, “That I’m not your type,”
Something just flickered in her eyes and he didn’t miss it.
He knew the answer. It’s just that asserting is important. Oh, and he had yet to add how lovely it was to see her trying to fool him despite the tenderness evident in her eyes.
“Am I still not your type?” Sakusa pressed, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness.
Her eyes on him, letting the silence take over, also letting Sakusa think that he was in control of the situation. Finally, she answered, a clear hum that made the stupid butterflies in his stomach go mad— seriously get the fuck out of there, he’s going to break a laugh.
A huffed laugh, amusing laugh, as he muttered, “Liar,”
She sighed, smiling, “Well, everyone needs a little distraction on weekends.”
“Oh? I’m being promoted as the little-distraction-on-weekends, I see.”
Her gaze on his and the world disappeared on their senses.
Sakusa was the first to break their eye contact as he walked ahead of her.
“This way,” he said, as his hand opened the door and let her in.
It’s nothing, really. It’s just about two people connected in an unspoken desire, enjoying the sensation of falling into an endless abyss called love, fully aware of it, yet in terms where they are only two little fingers away from each other, they never turn to each other to express what is obvious. And just know when you see cupid with a deep frown on her brows, it’s because of these two.
“What about you, Sakusa Senshu?” she asked, sipping her coffee.
“What?”
Her eyes were everywhere but his when she asked, “your type, I mean.”
Her gaze returning, familiar with how Sakusa had waited and would remain so for some time before he answered.
“Red dress, a reporter,” he replied, immediately without hesitation.
Seconds ticked by in silence, their eyes still locked, but the silence was chased away by an amused huff of laughter. Her eyes returned to him when she finished exploring the other side of the cafe, her hand somewhere on her nose, still not recovering.
“It’s true, though,” Sakusa said, his eyes serious and sincere tracing her gaze, as far as she would allow.
She shook her head, “That’s the lie.”
“Really?” He retorted, amused.
She hummed.
“How would you know?”
Her eyes on his, and she smiled, “You like European women,”
Sakusa’s brows rose at her reply, his eyes trailing to her gaze slowly leaving his the second he decided to think about her words further.
He pulls backward in his head, traces back and quickly searches for something about European women then remembers that one time in an interview with some of the other Black Jackals players, Miya Atsumu, that muscle-brained stupid fox, blurted out a statement about how “Omi-kun likes blonde European women with sexy eyes,” when the reporter asked about their Ideal types. He remembered now.
The frown on his forehead was with a smile that spread across his face, amused. “You... Did you look for some things about me?”
Her eyes returned to him, a pause, and as if it took a lot of energy to say something, she took a deep breath, “Well, my job requires me to look for some things about some of the people I’m going to interview, like some key words and highlighted remarks for reference. And yes. Since you’re one of quite a few I’ve interviewed, I did. I did and I found out some things about you, a lot,"
Sakusa nodded, unconcerned with her overly convoluted explanation, “And if so, you also know that it wasn’t me. That was Miya,”
“Answering on your behalf,”
“Answering on my— no—”
“Since you’re mute,”
Sakusa stopped when she chuckled.
“I’m joking, okay?” She said.
“On which part?” He asked.
When she didn’t answer, Sakusa sighed. “Miya didn’t answer on my behalf,”
“I thought you were agreeing afterwards?” She retorted.
Which was true, “Yes– but,”
Meeting his gaze, her brows raised, “No buts.” She said.
Sakusa frowned, “What?”
“We don’t need buts, Sakusa Senshu,” she said, her smile sweet and thick with innuendo. “You don’t need to explain anything to me in the same way I don’t need to explain why you’re not my type."
“Well– logically speaking,” Sakusa agreed. His eyes on hers, she was sipping her coffee after shrugging playfully.
“The last one’s incorrect,” he said. When her gaze returned, he continued, “you are my type.”
There was a missing beat before she retorted: a sigh like she was wincing as she closed her eyes and slightly scrunching her nose, “Too bad, I’m not even a European woman.” She looked him right in the eyes as she said, “and you are not my type to begin with.”
Sakusa laughed. He nodded, humming in agreement, “Keep doing that,” his words a gentle mutter of intrigue, “you’re doing a great job.”
She echoed him in a small laugh and returned to her coffee.
The silence that slipped itself between them was another face of comfort, and perhaps a distraction as she said. And in this long-lasting silence, Sakusa’sgaze doesn’t leave her. There was determination in his gaze; something about finding out more about her through the loudness of her silence, a tenderness that didn’t bother hiding, a certain amount of visible affection, and a hint of possessivity.
Shutting out the world was probably the wrong choice, and before he realized, they were being watched. And finally, someone interrupted.
Standing before him were a couple of girls, much younger than him, staring at him with heart eyes, almost drooling.
When he found out that they were Black Jackals fans as they started attacking him with questions about the clubs and the other player with familiar remarks, not to mention that they were getting closer and about to touch him, a horror threat to his privacy, Sakusa immediately went on high alert. His body was pulled away, and the frown on his forehead deepened when he had to cover his face and look away from the camera phone of one of them who was already happily taking a selfie with him.
Without thinking, he quickly grabbed her hand and led her out of the cafe. Then as they expected, the girls ran after them while shouting his name hysterically. They could still keep running, at least until the girls got tired, or Sakusa could carry her and keep running until the girls lost track of them.
Asking why Sakusa Kiyoomi is popular is like asking why romance books are so popular with girls.
Although he wasn’t the topic of conversation as the hot player like Miya Atsumu, something about Sakusa made girls crazy about him, although perhaps one of the few girls who didn’t like him was this woman.
His senses were too busy alerting for the worst to realize that they were very close.
Later, after making sure that the hysterical screams of those girls faded, Sakusa let out a sigh of relief. As his head lowered to ease his beating heart, and their gazes locked, he realized that it probably wouldn’t be at ease for some time.
The silence that had fit itself between them now was the spokesperson for their feelings that were spilling out of each other’s eyes, and honestly their position was just perfect: her back pressed against the wall, her body locked by his arms, one near her head and the other somewhere that would probably be close to her waist. From then on, in the silence that turned into the ticking of a newly found despair, Sakusa kept highlighting the part that they were in somewhere quiet, far from the public, away from distractions, not even the sunlight could bother them here.
The narrow space created an intimate enclosure, intensifying the connection that seemed to crackle between them. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as they stood there, suspended between reality and the raw, unspoken desire that enveloped them.
Besides underlining the chance in his favor, Sakusa also didn’t stop convincing himself that she was lying when she said he’s not her type— and really, he doesn’t want to ruin anything if suddenly something more than just staring in this damn situation happens. He was willing to put up with it, as long as they could still see each other next week.
That was a story on a different page, one where her eyes don’t look like they are calling him in.
As the tension mounted, Sakusa’s movements became slow, sensual, as he leaned in closer, his lips just mere inches away from hers. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, electrifying their senses. But just as the world around them faded into a blur, she looked away and said, “We should—”
The fuck? She even for a moment looked like she was mirroring something in his eyes, he swore she was breathless and her words were barely above whisper– damn.
Sakusa huffed a disbelieving laugh, hiding the embarrassment, humiliation, and the fact that he was so vulnerably lost in the thought of them finally having their kiss.
“Hotel?” he asked, returning to her. His frown deep but his gaze amused.
Her frown melted into a playful expression, her laughter restrained. “No,” she asserted with a teasing glint in her eye. “Correct yourself before joining me.”
A chuckle escaped Sakusa’s lips as he reluctantly relinquished his grip. He trailed behind her, an invisible thread connecting them.
Catching up, Sakusa corrected himself, “there’s a good caffe three blocks from here,”
They walked the streets of Shinjuku once more, their laughs intermingling, their eyes holding a secret language that only they understood.
They entered another cafe, one with dim lighting and comfortable couches that seemed to invite them to stay forever. They sat close to each other, their fingers almost touching, as they talked about everything and anything.
“You still don’t like the way I laugh?” Sakusa asked, his tone light, as if he didn’t really care about the answer.
She looked at him for quite a while, her eyes taking in every part of him, from the way his hair fell over his forehead to his dark, piercing eyes. It was as if she was studying him, trying to see beneath the surface of the laughter and the smiles.
A flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes. With a subtle lie, she responded, “Hm.”
That was the lie.
Sakusa hummed in understanding, accepting her unspoken truth. His gaze never leaving hers.
*****
“The setters are undoubtedly the favorite,”
In the bar where they met again, what the point was of saying such a thing in front of him? Well, women— he knew where the last stop of this conversation would be. A subtle hum was his answer he took a sip of his beer.
“Kageyama Tobio from Schweiden Adlers and Miya Atsumu from your team are on the constant topic,”
Sakusa hummed.
“But Miya-san is undoubtedly the darling of the fans,” she commented.
Under his breath, Sakusa muttered about the familiar call he had just heard. There was no professionalism in that referring, and Miya-san was too much when he was plainly Sakusa Senshu.
His eyes on her, studying every inch of her face in this topic, studying every fiber of the muscles in her face in every second he braced himself as they entered this topic. He didn’t feel like competing with the hot setter or the whatever-darling of the public, but why should she talk about Miya Atsumu in the first place, though?
Another thing to underline during this conversation was that possessivity in his eyes had become thicker as time grew. And she was not unaware that there was a loud displeasure in his silence as he listened to the whole pleasant description that she delivered so neatly about the blonde idiot— oh obviously it tickled the jealousy hiding behind the possessivity in his gaze.
Amused, she asked, “What?”
His tone remaining in a collected demeanor when he asked, “You seem to be enjoying yourself,”
She cocked an eyebrow, still amused, “Excuse me?”
“Well, he is comfortable in the spotlight— he loves it, I bet,”
“I told you, he’s the darling of the public. Reporters are competing with each other to get an interview with him,”
“Which include you in it,”
“Exactly,” she said. Her eyes on his, “I make a living by who I interview, and it could be Miya-san.”
Sakusa’s possessive nature immediately surfaced, and a frown creased his brows. He almost clicked his tongue when once again he heard the referring. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Sakusa finally spoke up.
“Do you really want to do an interview with him?” His eyes on hers, watching.
“I mean, he’s a great player,” she started, taking the snack they ordered before. His eyes trailing her every movement and stopped in her eyes when she swallowed, ready for another mess she was about to make in him.
“Miya-san is an outstanding player to begin with. I was looking at some stuff about the MSBY Black Jackals and came across something about the best high-school setter in Japan who had participated in the Youth— ah, the setter of Schweden Adlers also went there if I was correct,”
“I was in youth too,” His competitive nature fired up.
“Yeah, but you’re not a setter, Sakusa Senshu,” She replied, her tone calm and collected. Not bothered at all, purposely.
Her pointer played with the rim of her glass, tracing it as she continued, “I’ve done an interview the Adlers’ setter,” her pointer tapped gently on where she stopped, her tone smiley, and when he shifted, she was actually smiling as she said, eyes tracing the memory of that interview, “he was such an angel.” and she returned to his eyes, a moment before she took a sip of her beer and looked away.
That was the most bothering part.
When she finished, she said, “I think I might have to try harder for an interview with Miya-san.”
He did not like Miya-san, and he swore to let that damned Miya-san knows that he hated him with every fiber of his wellbeing.
“I’m telling you, he’s just an idiot, a simpleton,” he prompted his head with his hand and watched her.
“And hot,” she added.
He hummed in agreement and asked, “what about me?”
Her eyes hesitating, inferior to the piercing gaze of Sakusa’s dark eyes since the last time she referred to Atsumu as Miya-san. And despite still continuing with what she believed was right for her to be doing, her fingers playing with her beer glass told him that she wanted to run from that question, knowing that this time if she wasn’t careful enough, her mouth might betray all her efforts to be in control in their little game of pushing gears.
“What?”
“I didn't get any of those things coming from you?” he elucidated, his voice low. His stare locking, sharp yet tenderness lurking behind his dark eyes, possessivity an evident truth.
“Like... just, hey, Sakusa Senshu, not Sakusa-san obviously, is such a good guy. Or that I am good at my play, since Miya-san obviously takes all the crunchy parts for himself.”
Her eyes widened, and she burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement.
In that moment when time ticked in the clear ringing of her laughter, Sakusa kept his gaze locked on her, taking in the lovely sight of her laughing.
He was actually intent on playing a little annoyed, but all the walls he had built collapsed when her laughter broke out. And like someone had sprinkled intoxicating smiling powder, he echoed her laughter through a vulnerable smile as his eyes traced all of her.
This time, however, he did not forget to tell her, “I like your laugh,” he said, “since the first time.”
When she finally recovered from her laugh, and when her eyes were tender in silence staring into his, Sakusa is to play the annoying little jerk that he wanted.
“Though you still hate my laugh and I am not as hot as Miya-san,” he said.
It took a while for the response to come, and for that she smiled as she said, “Well, I think you’ll have to live up with the fact that Miya-san is hotter than you,”
Sakusa scoffed, childishly retorting with, “yeah, just like the fact that he’s just so amazingly stupid.”
She giggled. He was ready to sip his beer when he said, “Just tell me if Miya-san is free and up for an interview. If you’re willing to lend me a hand of course,”
He turned, almost wincing, “Seriously?”
She shrugged.
Sakusa stares at her for quite a while, only to sigh then shake his head. He then turned away, and took a sip of his beer. When his eyes returned to her, he was surprised to find her waiting for him. Her gaze was warm, and welcoming. The significant warmth that bloomed in his chest at that sight almost had him wincing, and his heart was struggling to get away, desperately begging to be released from his body to jump into her palms.
For a while they were immersed in silence, this was the part where they ran away from their egos and immediately declared what was obvious between them. Through their eyes, in the protection of the loud silence, they were free to express what they had delayed through words.
Then in a moment of vulnerability, when her eyes flickered, her hand reaching out without hesitation, as if familiar with all of him. Sakusa automatically closed his eyes and let her, betraying his ego just once would not make him die. In fact, he would probably die if he dared to stop her hand from going where she wanted of him.
He felt it somewhere in his hair, and opened his eyes to see her hand pulled back, dropping something he couldn’t catch somewhere on the floor. His eyes returned to hers, “What is it?”
Before him, the woman smiled as she said, “I already threw it down,”
Sakusa frowned.
“Just some stuff,” she said.
Sakusa immediately left to search for any trace of it. His eyes only briefly on the floor to return and conclude, “you just want to touch my hair.”
He didn’t miss the way she smiled, and somehow she didn’t even try to hide her smile anymore. But even then, she was still the stubborn woman he knew would say, “No.”
Sakusa stares: taking her in, considering, making sure. Making sure that she was lying. Then the next second was about his hand reaching out to him, his fingers hesitating as they came into contact with her forehead, bringing his eyes back to her briefly before he brought his fingers to just lightly brush her bangs. The blush on her cheeks wasn’t of the alcohol, it was for him.
"Is there something in my hair?" she asked.
Sakusa looked up at her when she said, “No. I just want to touch you.”
Something flushed in her face, the look in her eyes wavered, probably of the alcohol. Clearly it was the alcohol because Sakusa, on the other hand, was also fighting so hard to resist the huge urge of kissing her right away. He shifted, immediately. He was about to take a sip of his beer when he said, “I’ll let you know if that stupid fox is up for an interview.”
“Hm?”
He returned, her head tilted while looking at him in confusion, innocence.
“Miya,” he said, still having enough urge to emphasize, “your Miya-san.”
His eyes did not leave her, locking onto her even as he sipped his beer.
Later when this whatever-date ended, she was drunk enough to be left home alone, so, after calling a taxi, Sakusa decided to tag along and make sure she got home in one piece.
Arriving at the apartment where she lives, Sakusa makes a little dash to open the door for her. And even though she preceded him with her hand opening the door smiling, being familiar and friendly to the taxi driver in the thanks she said, he waited for her. His hand outstretched to help her up, he leaned down. And instead of taking his hand to help herself with, both her hands were brought to cup his face and she warmly brought her face close to his, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek after tracing all the way before it with her warm breath.
“I had a great time.” Her voice was just above a whisper, and somehow fucking unrealistic. Then she pulled away, enough to stare and say, “Thank you, Sakusa-san.”
Her hands are still there on his cheeks.
The world stopped, and Sakusa froze. No, he didn’t. He didn’t freeze. Rather, his entire body was warm. He was so warm and he knew that his face was probably as red as a fuji apple.
Rather than using his hands to help herself out of the car, she helps herself out of the taxi, missing how Sakusa follows her with his gaze, everything she’s done since the moment after she said his name in a familiar calling. Don’t blame him, blame her for making him lose his cool, his composure, his damn self-control– are they something now? Like… what? Was that made her his girlfriend, no?
Sakusa immediately said, “I’ll call you later.”
The woman paused, turning to face him again. She blinked and shook her head, “Not sure If I’m sober enough not to say some incorrect things,”
“You’re correct, I promise,” he replied.
Her smile unfolded, vulnerable.
*****
Sakusa had never considered that Miya Atsumu was his rival since she had left her trace on his cheek that night. Her kiss was definitely a sign of the new thing they were bonding over. Although no cringe-worthy words like I love you, or stupid confession session happened, they were two adults who loved each other and that was enough. Honestly, after that, Miya Atsumu’s name disappeared from his head.
But today was a different story. At an MSBY Black Jackals match, and she interviewed Miya Atsumu with a beaming face full of enthusiasm, the story took a different turn. Miya Atsumu earned his place on the top list of his rivals— and he swore, from the moment he saw how his hand touched hers as he reached for the mic for whatever he was going to do after that, something in the back of his neck snapped.
He no longer had enough good mood left to linger there, shoving Bokuto Kotaro’s hand off of his shoulder as he walked away, coldly ignoring Hinata Shoyo. Far enough away to exclude himself from the boisterous crowd filled with media, his fingers typed out a message to her, a meeting in a place away from everyone’s attention, where there was no Miya Atsumu.
After the message, he waited in a corridor at the back of the gymnasium leaning against the wall, his arms folded in front of his chest. Greeting the footsteps he heard from afar, his eyes shifted, taking in her arrival which started with how she stopped to reply to what seemed to be a very important message, until eventually their gazes met and her steps quickened towards him. No fair, she was so cute.
“Sakusa Senshu,” she should know that right now is not too good a time to call him that way.
Sakusa straightened up to meet her, seeing the smile on her face that broke out sincerely when she said all the praises for him and congratulated him on their victory. His heart warmed at the thanks for a good game, but he was defeated by the intoxicating jealousy. Then without thinking, he blurted out, “I see you finally got to do an interview with Miya,”
“Oh, yeah. Well,” She smiled, nodding. “I didn’t expect that he would stop in front of me either.”
Sakusa scoffed, “Really? Aren’t you the one who’s purposely lining up on the first row to get his attention?”
Eyebrows raised, she frowned, “Huh?”
Sakusa scoffed, “In the end you are only after Miya.”
And her answer that came had only made everything worse, “Well, everybody’s after Miya Atsumu Senshu after he serves us a good game and I was just one of many reporters looking for the star of the match and I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that he was the MVP of this match. He scored 3 aces— and, Sakusa Senshu, I don’t think I need your help to interview Miya-san—“
“You clearly don’t need my help for that,”
Sakusa didn’t care about the hint of confusion in his gaze, his words flowed like a stream of water, “Did he get your number after the interview? Oh, I bet he insisted on shaking your hand,"
“Excuse me?”
Sakusa returned to say, “Which hotel did he ask you to meet at?”
Her brow furrowed deeply, “I don’t like the direction you’re going. This is dangerous,”
“Not as dangerous as you are,” Sakusa cut in quickly, “and I don’t like how easily you go to one person after being satisfied toying with the other.”
“Toying? What are you—“
Sakusa approached, towering over her as his sharp eyes locked onto her, “Yes, toying. You seem to be really enjoying yourself, huh? Knowing you had me under your little fingers while you made your way to another man– what do you want, really? You want me, you—” Sakusa paused, his feelings churning at his dead-end words. He began again, “—you kissed me and I don’t know if you’re greedy enough for someone else or if you were just after Miya from the start,"
There was a silence that made Sakusa even more uneasy. After the answer comes, she laughs, and that’s not really not good. “We’re just doing an interview,” she said, “After all, weren’t you the one who said that you’ll let me know if Miya-san is up for an interview?”
“No, you’re not going there right away,” Sakusa shook his head, adamant, “you missed the part where you had to tell me if you were greedy enough to want me and Miya at once,”
She frowned, "What are you talking about?"
Something on the back of Sakusa’s neck snapped, and he was sure that was the last thread of his despair, of his patience, and of his rationality, all at once.
“My feelings for you are so obvious—”
“No. That’s not—”
“— in fact even blind pig could tell that I stare at you like I would go crazy if I didn’t—”
“—what I mean—”
“— but you had the balls to play with it like it was nothing!”
“No—what?” Something flushed into her eyes, “Repeat yourself,”
Sakusa immediately responded, “no. You heard it.”
Her brow furrowed, “What did you say? Playing with your feelings? And what else was it- toying?" She leaned closer, her gaze challenging, “Try telling me If I wasn’t the one kissing your cheek— and what, playing with your feelings? Do you even know what you're talking about?"
“That’s where all the trouble started,” Sakusa exclaimed, almost snapping.
“What are you talking about, Sakusa?”
All formality, warmth, and respect left her words as she called him by his last name.
“You kissed me and left with Miya, which hotel he asked to meet you at, huh?"
“Sakusa, that one’s—”
“Or did he manage to touch you somewhere before you came to me?”
“Are you really up for the rest of it?”
“And here I am, getting only the scraps of the trace of his hands on you,”
“Sakusa!”
“My feelings for you are real!” He snapped, missing and not caring how she flinched, and subconsciously pulling away when he approached her closer.
“They are fucking real! Ever present, not a past tense! They’re always there to put up with all of your cooing, and tell me I’m hopeless but I sit and dream of the way my hand would traced your face and stupid me for thinking that you would have just a slightest bit of mercy towards me and my feelings but fuck you because my feelings are real for you—”
“So are mine!”
In the seconds she let drown in silence, she gave him a chance, and his silence was too long for her to deal with. However, before it was too late he quickly pulled her as she was about to exclude herself from him. The slightest jerk of his grip brought her back to him, into his eyes.
“Did you mean it?”
She did not answer, deliberately silent to punish him. And rather than having any intention of saying anything, she wanted to leave.
His grip tight against her will to break free. Then a little tighter than before, he pulled her, bringing her back to his eyes that were almost overflowing with all the unspoken truth that had been trying to be silenced. His tone broke as he said, “Tell me you mean it,”
Her eyes leaving him while her hands tried harder to break free but he was clearly too strong for her to handle half-heartedly. Her eyes returned after her last attempt was a repeated failure, “You know what, I didn’t. I didn’t mean any of the thing I said—”
The next second, her breath caught in her throat when he had locked her waist possessively.
“You liar,” And though his tone cold, his eyes vulnerable.
Their lips collided in a heated embrace, tongues intertwined and hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. In this kiss, where all the feelings that were previously taboo in words, all poured. Sakusa’s grip tightened as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin. It had been a long time coming, this moment that they had both been avoiding for so long. But now, everything seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other. The world around them ceased to exist as they were consumed by their love for each other.
For so long, they had both fought against their feelings, denying the attraction that burned so deeply within them. But now, with every brush of their lips, every touch of skin on skin, they knew that it was all worth it.
Sakusa, melting in vulnerability under her touch, kissed her like there would be no tomorrow for them, like this was the last day that the world would exist. There was despair in every trace he left on her, but he didn’t rush her, he made sure every touch was enough and providing. Before they knew it, they had stumbled upon the wall, but his hand was quick to get behind her head.
They were fragile, succumbing to this moment.
Her hand gripped somewhere that she could grasp of his jacket, only to fail as she was too lost in their kiss, then she went to trace somewhere on his neck, squeezing on the skin which he responded to with a hum. Her other hand went somewhere on his stomach— really, he didn’t want her to stop touching him, he didn’t want her to be finished with him, he didn’t want this kiss to end. He wanted to forever drink from her scent, fight for air with her, dance with her lips against his, and feel her knuckles tracing every inch of his body. It was only after what seemed like forever, with their breath catching, that they finally let go of each other.
Panting against his mouth, she said, “I think now’s the right time for…”
Sakusa immediately connected the last word, “hotel? Yeah. Me too.”
His hands were on her waist and behind her head, caging her possessively, as he caught his breath, while hers were on the back of his neck and somewhere on his stomach. Again after that, unbidden, they went hand in hand to welcome each other into another kiss that this time was softer, unrushing, something calmer and warmer.
But then just suddenly, Sakusa abruptly pulls away from the kiss, having her whining for the sudden loss of contact. His words come quickly after that, “Now? I’ll have to go first, though,”
“Later, then,” she said, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling him to meet her again at the end of her words, “when you’re done.”
Sakusa smiled before their lips collided. This time, both hands curled around his neck, reciprocating the possessivity that had only been shown one-sidedly before, not wanting to be outdone. Unfortunately, this kiss doesn’t last long, interrupted by a familiar voice out of nowhere, a calling that Sakusa will only hear from a particular party.
“Omi-kun!”
Immediately, still drunk in their feelings, they pulled away from each other, trying not to leave a trace to each other when Miya Atsumu got there for Sakusa. They’re lucky they had enough time to part and to slightly wipe the remnants of the kiss.
When Miya Atsumu got there, he immediately greeted Sakusa with his amusing calling. And he who was also familiar with the reporter also greeted her. But later, rather than listening to Sakusa’s words, the hot setter of Jackals was now preoccupied with his own search and it took him a single glance to understand what happened on the scene before he got there. Then right before he lead the way, he turned, “Omi-kun,”
Sakusa frowned, “What?”
The blonde setter’s face was convincing when he said,“you got lipstick on your mouth.”
Sakusa spontaneously touching his lips, to halt and realize when the setter giggled. When his gaze returned, he heard him, “Gotcha!”
*****
It’s funny how at the end of the day, Sakusa was the one who got her all for himself in a very hotel room. Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one’s filthy of his words, accusing her of having Atsumu taking her to a hotel, was the very man having his mouth and hands all occupied once the door to the room closed, blindly tracing over their way to the bed.
Arriving somewhere near the bed, his kisses shifting, tracing every inch of her face, then down, stopping by her lips, then down to her chin, and away down her neck, nuzzling, kissing, sucking, nipping, and licking at the vulnerable spot on her neck that enlightened him with sweet sounds that are her responses to his good work.
Sakusa gets the determination to play longer there, he loves hearing her voice. And as he continues to explore her neck with new things his lips can do to satisfy her desire, he hears her, “you know, before, when Miya Senshu came,”
Sakusa responded in a hum, not stopping. Wicked thought flashing when he heard that name mentioned. They are making out and she dared to mention that very name– no, he’s going to show her who owns her. In the next second, he had her moaning his name when he licked that sweet spot, sucking on it expertly.
Though she stretched herself even more, giving him more access to do as he please, he was wrong to think that she’s stopping, “I didn’t use any lipstick,”
He hummed, still nipping, kissing her neck. “Yeah,” he managed to answer before moving to the other side of her neck.
“And you fell for that one,” she tugged on his hair just enough to make him stop. His eyes on hers, vulnerable, thick with love and lust. In that short pause, he took his time to gaze into her eyes, grateful that they had finally ended up the way he had always imagined. He heard her say, “idiot,”
Sakusa hummed and then kissed her again. His hands quickly guided her arms to lock around his neck, along with how his hands went tracing down her curves, stopping somewhere in her waist for a gentle squeeze.
His kisses continued down her neck, sucking, small bites or gentle licks that made her giggling in amusement, but when his mouth suddenly sucked hard on the crook of her neck, his name left her mouth as an exclamation.
He chuckled, satisfied with her reaction as he returned to kiss her. In between kisses, he said, “but you like it, don’t you?”
She whines and he chuckles. His hands went to undo the remaining buttons of her shirt, and by the last few remaining buttons, he pulled away her kiss.
He went on to kiss her shoulders, stopping by her chest, and the other shoulder before helping her out of her shirt. Following the shirt that he discarded somewhere on the floor, was her hands that went to undo her bra, his eyes wide with anticipation. And when it completely left her body, his face flushed in redness to the sight of the way she shyly presented herself to him. His gaze long admired her breasts, alternating with his eyes, as if studying what was going on and what he should do with it— obviously though, the hunger he had on his gaze was enough to tell that he wanted to feel them with everything.
Slowly, he brought his hand to touch her breast and watched her reaction. Her eyes were on him at first touch, and when she nodded, he immediately brought both his hands to squeeze them, slow and sensual at the first few, and gradually greedier through each attempt. When she moans, Sakusa gains new determination to repeat what he did. Then he switches to his mouth, dominating.
Sakusa is professional in his work on her breasts.
He gives them equal attention when he plays with them. When his mouth was busy playing with one, then his hand would keep the other company. Simultaneously gently squeezing the mound as his mouth sucked on her nipple and the mound of the other, greedy for what he could take in. He was like a hungry little baby being served his last meal. But more than that, he knew what he had to do. He licks, sucks, and swirls his tongue on her breast just right the way she wants him. He puts her on cloud nine with every single thing he does to her, not to mention the sounds he makes in response to her moans.
“This isn’t your first time, right?”
On the edge of the bed where he had laid her down, Sakusa, who was about to return to her neck, halted midway at her question. He looked at her with furrowed brows, “What?”
Somehow in his gaze, there was enough dislike- disappointment. And before he could say anything, her hands cupped his face as she said, “Just asking, pretty boy,”
His frown fading, replaced with a warm dusting on his cheeks as he welcomed her in. A kiss on his lips to soothe him, or an apology for her accusation being so sharp, which brought all over the place below his lips until he finally had to stretch his neck and give her room to go down, tracing him with her kisses.
Her name was warm on his lips, a shudder when she left light kisses in the crook of his neck, and a satisfied hum when she was softly nipping on it.
“Mark me,” he commands.
“Hm?”
She paused, pulling away just enough to ask him, “are you sure?”
He turned, greeting her as his hands tightly hugged her waist, and said, “yeah, as yours.”
Meeting his eyes, she smiled, then leaned in to leave a vulnerable kiss on his cheek. Then her mouth descended, tracing his chin, under, and his neck, with feather kisses. A moan slipped past his mouth when he felt her sucking on a spot behind his ear, as her fingers moved sensually massaging the back of his head. Her name was in his mouth as she continued to repeat it on several other spots on his neck. His hands moved greedily grasping and squeezing her waist as she sucked his neck, just enough to leave a mark.
“Yes—ahh….”
Again, repeating it somewhere else on his neck and he called her name in a whimper. She giggled, and went to kiss the marks she had left gently.
Her fingers went to trace the mark, “They are visible,” his eyes met hers.
“And?”
“They’re somewhere you can’t cover with your jersey, Sakusa Senshu," she said.
His hands trailed down her back, pecking them sensually. When he gave a light squeeze on her back, he said, “Just let them think that my girlfriend is a pervert.”
“Girlfriend?” She frowned, amused.
Murmuring, Sakusa jerks her closer to him, “what are you then?”
She chuckled, “yeah, girlfriend. And clearly they don’t know that the boyfriend asked to be marked as hers,”
"What then?" He retorted. He went to kiss her shoulder and arm.
Coming back to her briefly, he heard her, “don’t make me famous, please.”
He chuckled and went to kiss her collarbone gently, tracing. But while he was so lost and determined to left more trace, she pushed him, then said, “Let me,”
Then her lips were on his chest, tracing them with soft kisses, licking it with her hot, wet tongue, and as she played with his nipples, he moaned her name, his hands tracing her back greedily, possessively.
Her kisses are brought down and her eyes open with anticipation as he gets further down. His hands in her hair, not missing a second of the moment when she goes down for him. His moans a shudder as her hand brushes over his clothed cock, rock hard for her name on his lips. His hands scratching the back of her head and press her to kiss his stomach more. At the sensation that was heating up and making his chest tight with anticipation, she pulled away almost too suddenly for him to even react. Her eyes returned to how she had held him, neck stretched to meet his gaze.
Finally, she said, sighing, “I really am hooking up with a Black Jackals member,”
They stared at each other for quite some time in silence. His hand went to reach her face, stroking it gently. His heart swelled with love and affection seeing how she closed her eyes, melting under his touch, and returned to look at him warmly, mirroring the affection and love he had for her. Finally, he said, “as long as your feelings are real,” voice barely a whisper.
“They are,” she responded immediately.
She pulled away to release her embrace, and brought her hands to start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tight with anticipation as her hand traced his cock while looking up at him. But what makes him throbbing with desperate need is when she goes down to kiss him while locking gazes with him. He’s hot, red, and overcome with need.
Then she strips off his briefs, giving room for his hard, angry cock. In her palm, he couldn’t calm down and instead gets greedier with need. He hissed, subconsciously jerking his hips towards her hand. His moans were a series of disjointed, imperfect shrudders of pleasure, and she quickly cut it off.
Her hand on his stomach, calming him. Then when he looked down, her gaze laced with teasing.
“Relax, big guy,” she said, her voice soft. And he did calm down, completely surrendering to her mercy.
Her hands moved to start playing with his length, leaving kisses on the red tip as his hand ran through her hair, tugging them from time to time. Then other kisses went down his entire length as her hands moved to continue pumping him, and in the end, she made sure to meet his gaze as she gave him a long, hot lick on his length. His cock twitched, his greed firing.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “That was so hot.”
She smiled, giggling. She seems to be enjoying herself as she plays with his cock. Her other help to further lower his pants down, letting him get off of it to rush back and submit himself to her hands. The remnants of his sanity leaving his body in each of her strokes, he was on cloud nine.
“Relax, it’s just my hand,” she whispered, her voice cold and evil.
“Fuck! Your hand… your hand feels… s’good…”
She increased her speed, only to turn him down as he was so close chasing his high, starting over with slower pumps— this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d done this.
In the midst of his thoughts being solely occupied with his cock in her palm, and he let out a satisfied moan at her work, he managed to say something.
“What about you?” He hissed when he saw the way she pumped his cock in her palm, expertly destroying him.
“What?” He asked, his gaze on the innocent.
“Is this your first time?”
Their gazes met, and she was not surprised as he was. Her hands remained focused on working him out just how he wanted.
Then her answer came at last, a, “Yes,” as she gave a nasty lick to his cock that almost had him losing his mind, “you are,”
When her hot mouth captures the entire of his long-hardened length, aching and desperate for her touch, keening for it, his world momentarily disappears from his senses. Suddenly, she is everywhere filling him up. In his hearing, above and below the surface of his skin, lingering on his tongue, everywhere in his entire being filled with her.
Each pump, each of the ways she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking him flying higher in pursuit of his high. She knew exactly what she was doing when she was working on him, and like someone whose senses were filled only by her every second she was destroying him with her mouth and hands, Sakusa clearly couldn’t hear how desperate his moans sounded with every minute the intensity of her touch felt less and less like enough.
He was desperate as he whines for more, closer to his high, subconsciously helping himself with small thrusts into her mouth and hands.
“Please… please… please…”
She had him going crazy, completely losing his mind in her unforgiving touch. Under her touch, there was never enough. Every time the high felt so close, it was like he had to try harder to beg to be delivered there immediately. His breathing ragging, racing with all the incoherent, uncharacteristic utterance that slipped past his mouth the further she took him. He couldn’t feel anything, just her, and the powdery bliss of her hands and mouth rubbing against his length.
He was at the end of his rise, almost arriving at the place where he could see stars, when her mouth and hands worked doubly fast and intensely in their work down there— oh god, was this heaven? He swore he moaned as loudly as that one of a porn he had once accidentally watched in high school and he now knows why that time the actor had to moan so disgustingly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head he swore he could see his skull. Her name came out of his mouth like a prayer, a mantra dominated by all sorts of begs.
One long suck, and his eyes returned to her at her mischievous hum and he was done, coming in a long, thick white rope inside her mouth. His first orgasm struck him like a tsunami.
He braced himself towards her, hands gripping on her shoulders, eyes locking with hers. He jerked his hips deeper into her mouth as he chanted her name desperately, and she rolled her eyes whilst taking all of him in. However, he doesn’t stop yet, his first one is probably quite a lot for her to handle and she coughs.
Worried, Sakusa immediately pulls himself out of her mouth while soothing his throbbing length with short, fast pump. He grimaced, groaning, then he returned to her, with enough worry and guilt, cupping her face and asked, “are you okay?”
She was still coughing, her hand somewhere on her mouth, yet she still managed to lick the remnants of his cum on her hand and on the tip of her lips afterwards, a wicked sight that shot right to his cock. Sakusa almost whimpered as the sensation that came over him made him hard again.
“That was pretty fast,” she commented. She smiled at him, her eyes mirroring his own.
Sakusa sighed, “Yeah, you worked really hard for it.”
“It was fun,” she winked.
Sakusa’s voice was low, and his gaze dangerous when he said, “you naughty little demon.”
She laughed at his words, quickly adjusting herself to immediately releasing her bottom without being asked to. He came hard to the sight as she lay down for him, clearly under his mercy. Her face flushed with shyness as he took all of her in, trailing every inch of the full picture of her raw beauty in his gaze.
“Stop gazing,” she said.
And Sakusa immediately stopped, his gaze returning to her eyes as he descended.
“Is it wrong for me to look at you?”
“No,” she replied. Her hand went to move the pillow away, not needing it. She caught him in line with her legs, blushing when she saw him kiss them gently and attentively. Her heart swelling with love and affection at what she had just seen, and when his eyes returned to her, his hand briefly took hers.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.
“Because I’m naked, and at your mercy,” she retorted.
Sakusa shakes his head, contrasting with how his hand slowly, sensually, strokes her leg, going between them.
“You know, even though I really want to fuck you right now, I want you to feel comfortable,” Sakusa said, eyes never leaving her through each strokes.
Her brow furrowed, catching his words amusingly, “I don’t know whether to be pleased, touched, or honored of what I just heard— is that your confession?” She asked.
“Don’t try,” he warned, his dark orbs piercing through her, “I mentioned every damn word pretty clearly just now.”
Silence falls upon them, and in the silence, the temperature in their bodies rises along with the tension that is also mounting. Within each touch, Sakusa gives the message that she is his, that no one else has the right to mark what is his and he is quite competitive and determined in this regard. One last touch and he gave her a light squeeze and gentle look in her eyes yet his tone a command, “spear your legs.”
She spread her legs for him, shyly at first.
“More,” he said.
And more.
“More,”
“I think that’s—“
Sakusa’s eyes are on her, sharp and coldly piercing, demanding, “More,” his low, deep voice sending shivers down her spine, and something down there throbbing with need. Her eyes narrowed in desperation as she whimpered his name, she felt a quick wetness down there.
“Sakusa-san…”
Her breath caught in the back of her throat when his mouth cupped her pussy quickly, kissing her in the way he kissed her lips, something that made her mind go on an instant error. Her moan a naughty, reciprocated with a satisfied hum that makes her slowly tighten up. How could she not? His tongue and lips know what exactly they are doing, licking, sucking, then slightly swirling a circle that makes her breath catch in her chest.
“Don’t stop right there— ahh…. Don’t… please don’t….”
He hummed, working his tongue like an expert who never failed in his first try. For a moment, just a moment, she thought that he might be lying about this being his first.
Her hands reached for his, locking his fingers with squeezes every time he did his thing, finishing her with a pleasure that left her only craving for more. His name in her mouth a barraging of desperate whine, needy moans, and though he let her press his head deeper into her welcoming cunt, each time he denied her when she was so close to be done.
“Please… I want to cum,” she whines, eyes glossy with need, despair, lust, and love.
He hummed.
The next time his name slips out of her mouth in a whine, he slips a finger into her hole, and his name is a satisfied cry as he pulls them out and pumps them in along with his tongue at work on her clit.
Her ragged breathing, needy moans, and words of praise, as well as his name almost a prayer in her mouth becomes music to Sakusa’s ears.
“Sakusa-san… Sakusa-san… don’t stop don’t stop….” She mindlessly muttered.
And when two of his fingers fit themselves into her holes at once, his name a pleased shuddering, begging him not to stop.
Sakusa knows better and does exactly what she wants, gladly satisfying her while pumping himself at every sound she makes on his work. He comes once again just for her voice and the sweet taste of her juices in his tongue— it sounds pathetic and exhausting, but even then, his cock was still too excited to the thought of her.
With increased speed and intensity, his fingers and mouth bring her to the star she’s been desperately wanting to see, and his name a barrage of satisfied cries interspersed with sweet moans. His fingers creamy when he pulls them out, and he licks them in her watch.
His other hand was still pumping himself lazily as their eyes locked together in silence, drowning in the love and lust thick in the air, begging for immediate repayment.
The first to break the silence, she said, “that wasn’t really the fuck part.”
Sakusa smiled, “I know right,” he said. “I’ve been pumping myself.”
She chuckled, “Oh, I bet you really want to fuck me.”
“I’m rock hard just because you call my name, is that a good enough answer to make you let me fuck you?”
Their gazes locked together.
“Or should I just keep pumping myself on my own with you watching me?” He asked.
Sakusa waits quite some time for her answer, and his hand doesn’t stop pumping his still hard and very excited length. His heart racing, and honestly, he’s at the limit.
“Why would I watch you pump yourself?” She said finally, spreading leg open for him.
Sakusa smiled. Still pumping his cock lazily, he brought his length closer, lining against her entrance.
Sakusa doesn’t immediately insert his length into her, he lets the tip in for a while, then pulls it out, kissing her awaiting cunt with the tip and repeating it a few times until she says, “don’t tease.”
Sakusa smiled, not stopping what he was doing, this time locking his gaze with hers.
“Sakusa…. Please…” she begged, face flushed red, desperate.
“Please what?” He didn’t stop, “I didn’t recall that you’re desperate to be fucked.”
He enjoyed the sight of how her breathing was ragged and her gaze was pleading. Her hands reaching for him desperately, and though he won’t stop teasing her until she begs for it, he didn’t leave her alone and catches her hand in his.
“What is it, babygirl?” He cooed, tone gentle, fingers intertwining with her own. “What do you want, hm?”
“Please… I want to feel your cock inside me…”
He groaned.
“Fuck me, Sakusa-san, please,”
Her words shot right through his hard rocking cock. He groaned as she giggled, realizing she got him again. This time, though, he let it be.
“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad…”
The next second was their moans coming together in satisfaction as he finally slid himself into her cunt. His hand fell down to hold the weight of his body beside her head, the other still locking with hers, squeezing each other in bliss.
“Fuck! You’re so tight!” He hissed, having trouble going deeper with his size inside her tightness, not yet used to him.
Underneath she softly whimpered. Her hand looping on his arms, clinging to it, squeezing like her life depends on it.
“F-fuck— Just a little more,” he peered down, then left a kiss on her forehead, “ahh... just a little more and I promise it’ll feel good.… f—shit! You’re so tight— is it hurting you? Are you okay?”
When she didn’t answer, Sakusa called her name, panic evident in his eyes. His hand went to guide her back to his eyes, “Hey,” his voice soft. “Talk to me,” he said, “are you okay?”
She smiled, chuckling, “Yes… I am okay.”
His eyes on hers for quite some time, searching for something that spoke of doubt or fear to find nothing. His hand then went to wipe her sweaty face, his touch gentle.
“It’s… started to feel good now,” she said
Sakusa hummed, obeying with a few slow thrusts as he helped himself in. His free hand immediately sought her out, spreading their fingers together to lock back as he brought himself in deeper with each thrust. His hand tightened against her, locking possessively and protectively.
With each thrust, he gambled with what was left of his sanity not to do this depravedly in one go, but the looser and more accustomed her walls became to him, the less he could resist turning up the intensity of each of his thrust. Their moans were in sync, something that spoke of satisfaction and blind, raw pleasure, where love and lust melted into one. He drew himself closer to her as he left her hands, leaning down, longing for her warmth and she welcomed him with a hug. He murmured her name in her ear, nuzzling further into the crook of her neck, and nipping. Her hands snaking on his back, gripping, scratching sensually.
“Oh my god you feel so good, baby…” he moaned, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
“You want my cock to thrust deeper into you, don’t you? You want it to keep filling you, don’t you? You want it to fuck you, don’t you? Should I continue fucking you?” He rasped in her ear,
“Yes please, Sakusa…” Her head nodding mindlessly, she moans desperately, begging, almost crying with need.
“We gotta say it, baby,” he said.
“Yes please, don’t stop fucking me, Sakusa—ohhh….” She says it clearly in his ear and Sakusa completely throws his morale after that, gone brutal in the pace he sets as he manages to hit the spot that had her moaning even more desperately in a barrage of his name.
His name a barrage of prayers, greedy whimpers, pornographic moans and everything else in his hearing the entire time his cock hitting that spot perfectly on each attempt and all praises, whatever it is:
“Oh good it feels so good Sakusa… please don’t stop…. Oh yes right there… Sakusa…..!!!!!”
She came once more, creaming the tip of his still rock hard cock with her sweetness. Sakusa groaned, his cock hard. He’s about to come once again. His hands quickly flipped her over to bend, exposing her ass to him, her hands and knees on the bed. She gasped for air when he immediately inserted his length without a warning. He groaned at the familiar, welcoming sensation. Her walls were still pulsating and still warm, the imprint of his cock still there. His hands held her waist steady on the first, intense thrust and made her gasp for air in an imperfect moans.
Sakusa positions himself better before he thrusts again, this time having her perfectly moaning. Before his next thrust, he stops and kisses her back, curing his longing for the warmth of her body. Welcoming him who traces along her shoulder with a soft kiss, she reaches towards him. Her hand scratched his head as he squirmed on her shoulder, and he hummed to acknowledge her. He briefly kissed her arm.
When he finally pulled away, their room was again filled with their colliding moans as his waist continued to help him push himself deeper and deeper into her, deep where he remembered a spot that would make her moans in contentment.
It wasn’t long enough for him to stay in that position, as he was quickly missing her warmth to him, craving her touch. He went closer, hugging her while calling her name desperately, longingly. He kissed her back and shoulders, the back of her neck while his hands went to trace her curves as his waist continued to work to bring his thrusts home, repeatedly hitting that spot that had his name slipping out of her mouth in a mindless plea, a satisfied, pornographic moan.
He began to lose his rhythm as her walls pulsed, squeezing him in. He groaned at his name as a desperate call in her mouth when she was close.
“Sakusa-san…” she called out, desperate, glancing through her shoulder.
He responded, calling her name in each of his thrusts.
Her hands reaching out, calling out to him once more. And he greet her, kissing her fingers and letting her touch him.
“Sakusa-san….”
He called back to her name, and said, “I’m close…” voice trailing, unable to contain himself for any longer. His rhythm was messy, just a raw need of wanting to be done, to see those stars again with her walls wrapping him.
“Me too…” she said.
He pulled her into a short, intense kiss. Then in the midst of their hazy thoughts of exploding lust, she asked breathlessly, “Are you mine?” hands still tangled in his hair, squeezing him.
Sakusa replied, catching his breath, “yours… yeah… forever…”
And she asked again, “you promise you won’t leave me the next morning?”
Sakusa nodded breathlessly, “I won’t leave you, I’m yours…. I’m yours…. yours to take…”
Then she pulled him into an intense kiss and ended it with a desperate moan, “Oh…. So good— god I’m so close!!!”
“Yes…. Yes…. Have me with you, baby… I’m so close too…” Sakusa answered.
She responded with an incoherent hum, a proposal, “Inside please,”
Sakusa’s mind was foggy but he managed to make sure, “Huh?”
“Inside,” she asserted.
“Y-yeah?” he asked, breathless.
She nodded, “cum inside me, please,”
Sakusa doesn’t need to be told twice, he picks up the pace and lets her cream on him as his name slips out of her mouth mindlessly, and shortly after she comes, he follows, breaking into the rhythm of his thrusts as her name is the final fragment of satisfaction on his ride. He did not just see stars, heaven was all along in his every sense.
He fell, his body limping against her on the bed as exhaustion finally rippled their muscles. For some time they are silent, focused on calming themselves and catching their ragging breaths.
Sakusa is the first to recover, and is calm enough to bring himself to kiss her back, her shoulders, the back of her neck, and whispering a thank you in her ear, and was responded with a hum and a soft kiss.
After that there was only silence, and also love bubbling in the air as they became too tired to talk. However, when Sakusa slowly trailed his arm to cage her, he had enough urge to say, “I bet your hot Miya-san can’t do something like this,”
“I will bet that he’s the type to last longer in bed though,” she retorted.
Sakusa chuckled, “yeah, clearly. Atsumu’s a bed master. A professional playboy.”
“And you?” She asked, hunching her shoulder slightly as she peeked on her shoulder.
He welcomed her affectionately, nuzzling his nose into her cheek, “I’d say a dedicated lover.”
She hummed, a skeptical hum, then added, “Or you can also say, a jealous, possessive, hyper protective, high-guarded little brat.”
Sakusa hummed, finding his comfort in the crook of her neck.
Then she said, “Now get off of me.”
Silence, then, “No,” he said, giggling against her shoulder.
“You’re going to hurt my back, Sakusa-san,” she said.
“I’ll massage you later…” He gently muttered, a cute plea with a pout as he peered into her.
She sighed, “I warned you. We’re not sleeping like this.”
Sakusa hummed.
She turned to meet him, and just like that he understands what she needs and gives it immediately. Another kiss on the lips. Tender, unrushing, a promise.
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Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 16 - With You All
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Tap… tap… tap…
Flure: “Thank goodness... It seems we made it in time.”
Hanamaru: “Heh. Those angel bastards were lurking around in groups, shining so ominously in this dark forest... it's like they're saying, ‘Please hunt us’.”
Boschi: “Hey, no time to relax yet. A few more are descending from the sky...”
Haures: “Yeah, prioritize guarding the lord. After releasing the powers, split into a guard team and a pursuit team.”
Lamli: “Roger! Leave guarding the lord to me!”
Nac: “Yes. No one will touch them, not even a finger.”
Lato: “Me too... This time, I'll be in charge of guarding the lord.
If anyone lays a hand on my lord... I'll make sure they know the consequences…”
> “Everyone…”
Hanamaru: “Whoops... By the way, Yuhan, no need to release your power. After all, you're still not entirely sure about the drawbacks that come with the temporary surge of power, right?”
Yuhan: “Yes... I understand.
Since we have sufficient firepower this time… It's better to rely on you all than to risk releasing the devil's power.
...Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Hanamaru.”
Teddy: “As expected of Mr. Hanamaru! Such a considerate adult!”
Hanamaru: “Hehe. I'm always getting yelled at, so I need to earn some credits once in a while.”
Miyaji: “Well then my lord, please release the power.”
> “Alright…!”
Afterward... More angels appeared, but… facing the butlers with their powers released, the angels couldn't even approach me.
~ After a while ~
Trudge… trudge…
Lamli: “Um... I can't see any angel lights around here.”
Yuhan: “It seems... we've defeated all the angels in this area.”
Teddy: “Yes! Escorting successful!”
Ammon: “My lord, you disappeared from the inn... and not only that, the angel alarm went off, it got us pretty on edge.”
Berrien: “Speaking of which, why did the lord and Lady Elvira go outside the inn?”
> “That's…”
Elvira: “I'm sorry. I took them outside.”
Berrien: “Lady Elvira...?”
Elvira: “Yes. I thought we could receive the spring's protection when no one was around... But I didn't expect that angels would attack us on the way back.”
Boschi: “The spring...? What spring?”
Fennesz: “Wait a minute... By spring, perhaps… did you mean the spring of sacred water that only a very limited number of people can enter? The sacred water spring of protection?”
Elvira: “Yes. That spring.”
Fennesz: “Um... Entering that without permission sounds like a very bad idea…“
Elvira: “Yes.
If people in the town find out, they'll be very angry... It's better if they don't know. So please keep this confidential.”
Fennesz: “I-I see... Understood.”
Lucas: “Hm... I heard that the spring's sacred water is famous for providing strong protection.
She acted while thinking of the lord's sake… that's what it looks like to me.”
Hanamaru: “The spring's protection, huh… And yet, it seems the angels attacked you immediately.
Protection, divination, and all that... Are they really reliable?”
Elvira: “No. It's a matter of interpretation.
In the end... The lord of the devil butler is still alive and well.
In a way... you could say that the spring's protection worked.”
Hanamaru: “Hey... The ones who protected the lord were us, not the spring, right?”
Elvira: “......Maybe…… I didn't predict the angel attack in my morning fortune-telling. But with the devil butlers around, even angel attacks don't seem like a disaster.
Your power has become much stronger than before.”
Lamli: “I see... It might be true!”
Hanamaru: “That’s~ kinda… making it sounds like all's well that ends well.”
Elvira: “Yes. That's the nature of fortune-telling.
Interpretations vary from person to person. You don't have to have the same perspective.”
> “Interpretations vary, huh…”
Muu: “A-anyway!
We managed to repel the angel attack safely this time... Then, that means we were able to protect the lord from an ominous fate… right?”
Elvira: “Well… I wonder.
As I mentioned repeatedly… fortune-telling’s interpretations vary.
I don't know… what destiny the lord of the devil butler will follow.”
Muu: “Ugh… I'd like to hear something reassuring for once…”
Elvira: “If you want to hear reassuring words... There should be someone more suitable than me.”
Muu: “Huh? Someone… else?”
Elvira: “Yes. How about it?
Regarding the fate indicated by the Tarot for the Lord of the Devil Butler... Personally, how do you perceive it?”
> “I…”
The Tarot I drew was...
The ‘upright’ ’Death’ card. With meanings like ‘end of things’ or ‘farewells’... It's undoubtedly a card with ominous significance.
But... even if it seems ominous at first glance… is that all the card means? Until now, all the butlers… conveyed their feelings based on the tarot cards each of them drew.
There were some who drew tarot cards with a negative image similar to mine...
But what was common among them was… not a single one spoke anything pessimistic about it, and instead, conveying positive words to me by reflecting on themselves…
In that case, I should learn from them too, I better reinterpret the meaning of the card in a positive light, without being bound by the grim reaper depicted in the card…
Since… interpretations vary for each person.
Muu: "My lord...? What's wrong? You seem a bit happy for some reason."
> "It's okay, Muu"
Muu: "Huh? 'It's okay’?"
> "I've realized it through everyone's words"
Muu: "Everyone's words...?"
Then, I took out the Death card I had...
While looking at the card... I conveyed the feelings that had come to me earlier to the butlers.
Lono: "I see...
Even if it was an ominous card… you decided to reinterpret it positively, like we did."
Hanamaru: "Wait, you guys… y'all actually talked about such positive things huh. Surprisingly, lots of positive people here."
Boschi: "Well…
Since meeting my lord, almost only positive changes have occured.
No matter how ominous the fortune-telling is... That fact won't change."
Teddy: "That's right! Even if the worst fortune comes out... If I'm with the lord and everyone... I'm not afraid of anything!"
Haures: "Anyway...
If my lord is now able to see things positively with our words...
I think… it was worth taking the time to convey our feelings."
Berrien: "That's right. If it's about 'changing perspectives,' then, even the meaning of the Death card might be able to be reinterpreted more positively.
For example, 'the end of things' could be seen as 'new beginnings.'
My lord is a presence that gives us hope... or someone who might ends our battle with angels."
Bastien: "I see... It could indeed be true. The lord saved us.
My lord gave a new life to me, who was destined to die because of the demonization... A presence that ends the life trapped in the past...
What the Death card is showing might actually be... something like that."
> "I see..."
Lato: "Kufufu... If you think about it that way, the Death card isn't so bad. Perhaps… it means 'a presence that brings death to angels.' "
Flure: "Death to angels–the nemesis of humanity, huh...
It's somewhat... really cool, my lord!"
> "I-is that so...?"
The butlers seemed to be reassured with my positive words…
The somewhat uneasy expressions until yesterday had collectively disappeared from everyone's faces.
Elvira: "Hm… I see. That seems to be your answer.
No matter what ominous fate is looming… Keeping the positive perspective, and trying to overcome it...
With that perspective… You'll surely be okay in the future, no matter what difficulties may come.
I pray for the good fortune of the lord of the devil butler and all the butlers.”
Trudge… trudge… trudge…
Muu: "Ah! Lady Elvira!
She went alone again. She's such a whimsical person..."
Ammon: "Right. Just like a cat."
Muu: "I-I'm not wandering around that much!"
Ammon: "Heheh, just kidding ♪
Muu is sensible, after all.”
*Bells ringing*
At that moment... A sound of bells ringing came from the direction of Maginaria.
Muu: "Woah! I-is it another alarm!?"
Miyaji: "No... This sound is..."
Lucas: "Fufu. It's the sound of the bell heralding the new year."
Muu: "Huh? New Year?"
Nac: "Come to think of it... It is already that time."
Lamli: "Happy New Year, my lord!
Let's have a good year, this year too ♪"
> "Yes, let's"
Berrien: "Yes.
Please have a good year, my lord.
Last year, we were able to protect you safely. And we, the butlers, will protect you this year as well…
Dear lord.
Please continue to protect this world with us. As long as you're here… this world and us will surely be okay. You are the one who can change this world and us... the person who ‘gives us a beginning.' “
The butlers are sending refreshing smiles in my direction.
Surely, I also feel the same as them... with the joy of safely welcoming the new year, I’m certain I was smiling brightly too.
While looking at each butler's face once again… my wish… was for everyone's smiles to be preserved throughout this year as well.
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Someone posted the stream highlights on this thread.
https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/136264145/#136264195
I’m just going to only go through the one’s that were the most important to me or the ones I felt like talking about.
>“Viv was responsible for the dildo scene, Adam (the episode writer) had no knowledge of the scene”
Well that just makes me feel a whole lot better. (Sarcasm) Adam is still a shitty writer but to learn that this was VIV’s idea is….wow, I mean it makes sense, girl loves her mlm fetishization and is way too horny a writer for my liking.
>“S2E2 and E3 were hectic to make since they started being made at the same time as Hazbin Hotel started production, resulting in split teams”
Ah, and it shows, THAT’S why the animation in those episodes are so choppy and awkward and the quality drops constantly.
>“goofy Millie music scene coming up very soon”
I’d say I hope this has something to do with her character or something that will possibly expand on her personality but I doubt it. It’s probably some wacky country song or maybe another love song between her and Moxxie.
>“Viv consideres Stolas, as a character, is full of pain and emotion. Difficult to write. Very positive character (kind natured but very flawed) but is dealing with a lot.”
Of course Viv. He’s SO flawed and complex. That’s why his daughter is at fault for not seeing the fact that he’s miserable or appreciating his care for her. That’s why Blitz is at fault for breaking his poor uwu heart. That’s why Stella is at fault because she’s an evil bitch right?? Yeah, we can tell he’s filled with drama Viv, but I’m surprised he’s difficult to write for you since your viewpoint on him is so black and white. You call him complex and flawed but you never treat him that way. You just like to milk his sadness constantly and baby him to prove that he’s an innocent Uwu bean who’s done nothing wrong and only the characters AROUND him are at fault. Your words in livestreams about him are such bs.
>>“Viv states that eventually Stolas will become more involved in how he relates towards the other members of the core cast (Moxxie, Millie)”
Judging by the leaks I do expect Stolas to go live with IMP at one point since Octavia and/or Andrealphus and Stella kick him out, and maybe I’m speaking too early but….lmao Stolas and Moxxie and Millie have nothing in common. I’m not even interested in whatever they’re going to pull for this because their whole dynamic is that Stolas never gave a shit about Moxxie and Millie, seeing them as lower life forms and constantly disregarding them because he only cared about Blitz. See what happens when you have a powerful prejudice character and then retcon him into an Uwu baby? It gets weird. Don’t worry, I’m sure Viv will retcon the fact that Stolas was prejudice towards imps and act like it never happened too! Also I’m sure he’ll relate to Moxxie more, cause…ya know, Millie has no fucking character. That’s all we need tho, Stolas butting in to the MAIN cast and overshadowing the characters and dynamics that are barley developed. It’s going to be a disaster.
“>As noted above, Millie, Octavia, Stolas and Fizz have bits of personal experiences written into them”
I always knew that Viv poured her “personal experiences” into some characters and was a self insert writer at times, but lmao you’d think Millie and Octavia would be written with more respect if that was the case for them, but Viv doesn’t give a shit about them. Again, Millie has no character so I don’t know how that could relate to something of Viv. Stolas and Fizz tho? I could definitely believe lol.
>“viv adores crossovers, she hopes in the future she can have crossovers between HH and HB”
What??? I could have sworn Viv said that she wouldn’t do a crossover with HH and HB. Kinda thought the whole point was that Helluva was the indie one where Viv could make her own stuff and Hazbin was the actual big show. I dunno, I like crossovers too but I don’t think this one would fit.
I felt like screenshotting the last part I wanted to talk about because it’s basically all of this.
1. This is PART of the reason why Viv’s world is so messy. Everything feels so scrambled because she wants to shove in a bunch of mythologies and texts and everything into one and that just makes your world less consistent and more confusing.
2. I don’t even know why Viv says these things because she never focuses on them anyway. Again, her hell is just an underwhelming city and there’s never a deep dive into the mythologies in the first place, aside from background shit or a name drop. Still, this is starting to become Zoophobia where she has too many ideas and is too ambitious and wants to dump a lot of things into one. It’s funny, I saw part of this livestream, and she willingly can openly admit that the comic was a mess and she poured too many ideas into it, but she just……does the same for Hazbin and doesn’t realize it—-
Okay I’m done. I will post a clip or talk about some of the stuff said in the OTHER livestream (the one that was a mess) but for now here are my thoughts. Honestly tho EVERYTHING Viv says in a livestream is a mess. None of the insight or attitude she displays there never comes into the show or even real life with her criticism shit fits and all. It’s all a joke ugh.
#vivziepop critical#spindlehorse critical#helluva boss critical#hazbin hotel critical#helluva boss critique#helluva boss criticism#helluva critical#vivziepop livestream
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some disorganized thoughts about the latest ep
everyone was on fire, i really love it
i am generally pro-prime deities, but i am actually enjoying the perspective of those siding with the fuck the gods team in this party
simply because it serves to tell me more about the character rather than the actual debate itself
it makes sense
and maybe im wrong but the discussion at least doesnt feel as extensive
deni$e is impersonal
prism is doing as expected of swinging between getting swept up and looking at it with an academic perspective
and i realize ashton and prism were probably the only ones who seem satisfied with what they did
but anyway
i appreciate deni$e so much
shes definitely a simpler character than the rest, but shes also the most self-assured
i wouldnt exactly call her the rock of the group rn but i think its a good thing shes there to focus on what they did all that for, which was the scry
and i see bor'dor and prism as foils
theyre both relatively young and suddenly put outside of their comfort zone and out on their own on a world on the verge of something akin to an apocalypse and they have no idea whats happening
prism is loving it while bor'dor absolutely does not
not surprising considering the vast differences of backgrounds
but at the end there, bor'dor becomes a lot more conflicted after being the one to kill the angel, while prism seems to be the one most glad with the outcome
theres something i just adore with both of them obviously getting swept up with the fight and fighting for what they were told was right
but it ends bor'dor just even more lost and prism more confident
and bor'dor! i love that he has no idea and hes just a guy, but i loved that conversation with orym
i love that he was quick to see the whole picture from the lens of a simple guy from a smaller world than the one has was transported into, pointing out that abbadina is just as clueless
and i love prism's role here
it makes sense for a relatively young and impressionable girl whos out here finding herself and grew up with a complicatwd relationship with her people's deity and a scholar's academic perspective to be asking these questions and getting swept up by these new ideas
she gets easily swept up but at the same time acknowledges that she also has to ponder them on her own
i just. i love whats emily doing with her
shes pushing for these answers and inadvertently bringing up bad memories but she has to know to understand
and ashton is. sigh.
ashton's not okay
ashton was really all for hearthdell's side here, and it makes sense for our punk rock here
and his issues just further exacerbated it when faced with the angel of the god protecting the institution oppressing this village
i admit raising an eyebrow at his takeaway from that encounter but it does make sense
do i fully and wholeheartedly agree? no, not really
but it's consistent with his character
god theyre such a fucking mess. a disaster.
love them
orym continues to break my heart
i was cooing and making noises during his conversation with laudna
he is so lost again
he is definitely grieving right now and that moment with laudna is so important
speaking of laudna!
laudna has definitely become one of my favorites during this arc
i love seeing this bitter and angry side to her
god ashton wouldve loved to have witnessed that
but im glad orym was there
theres so much contrast to orym's despair and just the dark anger in laudna in that scene
and orym reaches out, and laudna immediately reaches back in support and god im so glad i got this scene
i have been waiting for another big scene between them besides laudna revealing her backstory to orym
like. besides imogen, the other prominent dynamic laudna has is with ashton
which is a combination of just open and brutal honesty, mutual understanding and support, but also constant needling and provocation to prove to the other person that their perspective and responses are the right one
but laudna was surprisingly open to orym without any effort
maybe its because the compartmentalization cracked during the fight and a lot of things are trigerring her right now and she is just so done with abbadina and the town itself after what she has been through and she is just so over all these constantly putting themselves into danger when there are more important things
but i found it so delightful
i want more of this laudna
both laudna and orym are so done
they are my definitive faves in bells hells
i want more scenes of them together
on the other hand
my prediction/wish that these side of bells hells are gonna reunite with the others as more feral versions of themselves seem to be going great
love it 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
#cr spoilers#critical role#orym of the air ashari#ashton greymoore#laudna#deni$e bembachula#prism grimpoppy#bor'dor dog'son#bells hells#bell's hells
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Hello there,
Hope this finds you well.
I have read your "morality clause" post and it is quite understandable and coherent. However I would like to ask you about "when things went belly up with DWD" if its ok.
We all experienced the disaster of the campaign around DWD, from brewing during its filming period to intensify in the last month before launch. I am curious about when you say that things “went belly up”, what do you mean exactly ?: is it about how did Olivia and her team work unilaterally or rather how did they (HO) work on a common agreement but the acceptance was disastrous?
Olivia's speech contained miltiple red flags, but sadly it was the same one that she has always pushed; I am aware of how everything became even worst the moment the cast & crew joined in the stunt promo to finish off the situation, but what sparked the fire were those 2 or 3 interviews in which various statements from Holivia mixed gasoline and flames... (following a non-stop number of pap-walks that stopped from the sudden to gaslight everyone who have eyes and that lead to Venezia, etc.)
Bottom line: I can consider disagreements, new negotiations and adjustments (as you mentioned) bts because of an unexpected turn of acceptance & exhaustion from the GP/fans, but if "those clauses" had been key and could have brought this BUA timing & “friendly” exit wouldn’t have they immediately stopped any damaging line of speech before getting worst as the first step. Not only they didn’t stop any of the narratives but they continued to feed them. Don’t you think?
Thank you,
N.
Hey, love!
So, I think to understand what I mean when I say “when things went belly up”, you have to think of the weight of the ramifications in terms of the impact on Harry as a wider brand, as opposed to the impact of Harry within his own fandom.
You see, HSHQ expect a certain amount of backlash from within fandom, but, unfortunately, it’s often seen as negligible, because we’re already loyal and converted. If we don’t like Harry’s “girlfriend”, it really doesn’t matter, because we already love Harry and continue to support him.
Where the tides really turn is in the court of public opinion (the GP) and while you’re right in saying Olivia’s narrative never changed, public opinion did the moment Florence decided to speak out against her. That was the first time the GP really stopped and thought “Wait a minute, maybe this isn’t just about Harry’s fans not liking his girlfriend. Maybe there is validity to their dislike.”
That’s when fandom discussions began to gain traction outside of fandom, and then gain even more credibility with the physical evidence that was being attached to the drama (Shia, Shia, Shia; miss Flo; Florence and Chris refusing to do promo; no one taking the time to interact with Olivia at VFF) until it was undeniable that this was absolutely going to damage Harry’s wider reputation.
And, while it seems like a small thing, their “cool off” at Venice and her subsequent disappearance from his shows in September were a direct effect of that, and showed me that HSHQ were desperately trying to regroup and put out fires.
The thing is, the most Harry’s team can do to stop Olivia is threaten to end the stunt, but I believe at a certain point, that threat had no real teeth when she knew he would still need a beard for MP anyway. So, it’s likely the morality clause was breached and Harry got the most he could out of it, while still being able to somewhat “salvage” the two years he invested into the stunt by keeping her around for the shortest amount of time humanly possible.
TBH, it’s still not all clicking in my head, because the one part I can’t figure out is why Olivia had this much power and say that allowed her to push the envelope as far and as long as she did, but this is the most logical theory I can come up with at the moment.
I still would have ended the stunt immediately (and at least spared Harry Olivia’s desperate attempt to stay in the spotlight with the Nanny Diaries), but I guess HSHQ perceived My Policeman as a huge enough threat to insist Harry weather Cyclone Olivia for a little bit longer.
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I was a teenage werewolf.
A little story for Dave Kershaw, cause he need's his own stories.
Warnings: None . Werewolf AU
Dave had a secret. Just a little one, well maybe not so little in the grand scheme of things but to the men he had found himself with it was a little one. Dave hadn’t expected to find himself a pack, hell he didn’t ever think that he would meet anyone else like him. It was all down to his willingness to fight to the death against those who wished to oppress others and his now brilliant idea to volunteer for this whole S.A.S thing. Not everyone who signed up got picked or made it but he had been one of the lucky ones. The fact he had an advantage had played into that as well. Being a werewolf did come with advantages, especially when you needed something over the enemy. It was that night of the first jump that he had sensed that some of the other’s were not quite what they seemed either. He could smell it on them, a scent that was familiar and like home to him. A scent that marked them out as werewolves. As Dave found out most of these men had been changed during the war. Turned as some would call it. In the depths of battle, to save their lives or in some cases it was an attack from the other side.
This was where Dave’s little secret came in. He had been a werewolf much longer than the rest. In fact it had happened a little after his fourteenth birthday, on a cold night back in Grimsby. He had no-one to go to about it. The one who had turned him was long gone after the attack. He had to figure it out all on his own and was terrified the first time he transformed. He also had to figure out how to explain to his parents why he was disappearing so often. Luckily they hadn’t asked too many questions and he learned to hide his little secret. It wasn’t until after that disaster that was Operation Squatter that he admitted to the rest of them what he was, omitting the teenage werewolf part. It was in fact when the team met up with the LRDG and he met MIke Sadler who came straight out and asked Dave and the others “Werewolves?” and promptly accepted it and added “same”.
Dave’s secret was about to be exposed by his own doing and it wasn’t like he was trying to hide it anyway. He just hadn’t told anyone and no-one had asked. They just assumed their stories were all the same. The little nugget of information came out when they had to turn Stirling to prevent him succumbing to infection from the desert sores. They had waited all night as Eoin had sat with Stirling. The only one of them with enough patience and compassion as Stirling was quite frankly whiney when ill. When the shock of the fluffball appearance of Stirling’s werewolf form had worn off, people started asking questions. “Is he like a Werepuppy?” “Is he like a newborn? Am confused as I was fully grown” Then the one that had caused Dave to spill the beans. “Do werewolves go through puberty?” Not even looking at whoever it was who had asked the question he simply replied “ No they don’t”.
The matter of fact way in which it was said caused a few people to look at him “How the Hell would you know?” Asked Reg. Dave sighing and turning to look at Reg replied “I was a teenage werewolf and I didn’t go through a werewolf puberty. I was just fully formed and ready to go”. There were a few looks and then the questions came, thick and fast and it was then Dave wished he had just kept his mouth shut. He knew he was going to give his entire back story and from now on field annoying questions. Sometimes he really needed to think before speaking, so with a sigh he began to tell his story.
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Made a Rottmnt OC. His name is Quillix!
He has two big doe eye’s, and a smaller set just below them. All of his eye’s are gold with pale lemon spirals in them, a small slit in the middle being his pupil.
He was made by Baron Draxum, at the same time as the other turtle’s, but Splinter couldn’t save him in time.
He will be the same age as Raph- (18) on March 25th. He was a special request from Big mama, to have him serve for her in the arena (I forgot the name of it-) like a dog in a dog fight. He was practically raised by her, and manipulated by her all his life as a product.
Like how the Mad Dogz species of turtle differentiates, Mikey a box turtle, Leo a red eared slider, Donnie a spiney soft shell, and Raph a Alligator snapping turtle, Quillix is a Galápagos Tortoise. The worlds largest turtle on record. And because of this, when he was mutated he became an absolute beast physically. Standing at around 9’ tall. Spike’s decorating his strongly body as a side effect from being pared with Raph in the mutagen for a while in their youth. He had no marking on his body unlike the three youngest, and instead has old, deep, light coloured scar’s scattered on his skin from all his year’s fighting. Once when he was 8, he was fighting this warrior thrice his heigh, age and relative mass and lost his left arm as a result. But is still undefeated. One day in the middle of training, the turtle’s showed up in the training room because prior to this, Draxum had revealed to them that he had made another turtle when he made them. One that Splinter didn’t save and was handed over to Big mama. They immediate went to investigate and came across non other than the giant Galápagos tortoise standing in front of them.
In their first meeting, the team just sorta stood there in shock, not really expecting to actually see another turtle, Mikey then quickly got excited and attempt to hug him, so in self defence Quillix, who had been standing still cautiously, immediately grabs ahold of his arm and flips him over his shoulder onto the floor harshly. Mikey just sorta lays there for a bit in shock, as the disaster older three brother’s get ready to fight him, until Mikey quickly speaks up. Saying that he probably hasn’t seen anybody like himself before, and was probably just scared. They agree upon this, as Mikey slowly gets up and walks back to his brothers as Quill keeps all four of his golden eyes on them at all times.
They begin asking him questions such as “How long have you been here?” Well, more like just Raph and Donnie, Leo and Mikey we’re asking questions such as “How are you so big?!” And, “Why do you have so many eye’s?” And stuff along those lines.
Quillix, now feeling as if they were no longer threat’s, begins to loosen up, smiling widely, sitting like that of a frog, and answering their questions in almost broken English. Resembling that of a child, which would later be confirmed by Donnie as age regression, as a cause of extensive trauma, fear and is used as both a way of escapism and a defence mechanism. They eventually got to the question of “Why do you have a shock collar on your neck?” Asked by Leo. He then joyfully responded with a simple,
“When I miss behave, it goes zap! Big zap when mama is sad. I don’t like when mama is upset.” This down right mortified the turtles to see one of their own be treated like an animal- Like they had no sentience, like they had no intelligence or feeling’s, by a yokai at that!
After a while of talking, they promised to visit Quillix more if he promised not to tell anybody about them, not even Big mama, Quill agreed, oblivious to the fact that the turtles were planning to bust him out, and bring him to their lair.
Hopefully he likes pizza.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt oc#tmnt 2018#i’m so tired#this boy has so much trauma#one moment he’s chillin#the next he’s having a panic attack because he saw a wire spark#I’ll update about him more if requested#if not I’ll just be hibernating for a while
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“‘Kay, listen– you’re either gonna help, or you aren’t. Which one’s it gonna be?” Ears fold towards his skull, a hint of irritation rippling on an otherwise indifferent expression. Sunset lingers upon the horizon as a disorderly spelldrive practice concludes; Coach Vargas may call this joint training session a success, but high tension among Diasomnia and Savanaclaw students beg to differ.
Ruggie’s lips threaten to scowl: He has no desire squander time with some annoying Diasomnia livewire, nevermind one that happens to be Malleus Draconia’s #1 fanatic. “Screamin like a banshee ain’t gonna get us any closer to findin’ the disc, yanno?”
HIS STRONG SENSE OF RESPONSIBILITY IS UNFORTUNATE IN THE BEST OF TIMES, as much as he truly wishes that he could say this was savanaclaw’s problem to be dealt with — such a statement would be entirely false. their own dorm had contributed equally to the chaos that had ended in some equipment going missing. if he was to refute that obviously truthful statement, it would make him a coward. to think that he was afraid of lingering around meager beasts, preposterous. despite high tension, & ill - intention, & frequent verbal scuffles, & then some, the practice had finished without either side causing too much harm to one another. no matter how much insolent behavior was witnessed through a mere two hours, if not a bit longer, sebek had been instructed to act his best. a slip up here & there was to be expected with his hot - headed demeanor, quick to anger over the slightest misstep. though, when it came to avoiding bringing shame to his own group — there was nothing that he took more seriously. on his own, he was quite the spitfire, but when all of diasomnia was in one place, it was as if he were kept on a short leash; they could not restrain his tone of voice, but being scolded on repeat surely did the trick to show disapproval of his actions.
after a short exhale, he finally relinquishes him to the fact that this is unavoidable. “ i haven’t a choice. let us finish this quickly. " he holds no positive feelings for having to pair up with the second - in - command of savanaclaw himself. knowing of his recreant behavior from the spelldrive tournament, he feels no inclination to be on friendly terms with someone so back - handed. undoubtedly a hard worker, it still does not make up for his lack of morality; if he did do an honest day’s work, sebek would believe that there was something more to gain than met the eye. the same went for now, to be tasked with cleaning up after their teams, perhaps he was used to chasing after kingscholar’s disasters, inducing damage control wherever he saw fit — though finding lost belongings did not seem like a task to be done from the kindness of his heart.
“ how far could it have really gone? " he asks — reasonably speaking, it should have still been somewhere within the bounds of the field. however, if the case was so simple, then his own keen eyes would have spotted it long before the object was deemed missing. now they were left with an interesting predicament, trying to find an item that they hadn’t a single lead on. vocalizing his own suspicions would not have been wise, no matter how long they would linger in the back of his head — sebek cannot help but feel that perhaps it is not missing at all. with the dormitory that they were facing being knowing for sticky fingers, he would not be surprised if they were set out on some wild goose chase; hunting for what was never lost in the first place. eyes flicker to his companion, if anyone would have been guilty of such — he would have been the prime candidate. it only makes it more strange that they would be the two searching. “ how well is your sense of smell? " is the only follow - up he can offer. if they needed a lead, then they would have to work with their own particular skills. the downside, aside from shady tactics & poor sportsmanship, he knows none of ruggie’s best traits.
#♟┃ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 002.#hyaina#how far could it have really gone sebek says jinxing them into oblivion
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In Defense of “Edgy” Characters
The hooded half-elf silently walks in through the doors, slinging his greatsword off his shoulders and against the wall before sitting near the window. He speaks to no one in the tavern; save for the barmaid bringing him his ale... no amount of which would ever fill the hole left in his soul by his... TRAGIC BACKSTORY...
You know the type. Endlessly memed among TTRPG players, the ubiquitous Edge Lord seems to exist as a living example of how to not build a character. Everyone has a story about that one guy at the table who derailed the campaign by trying to look cool; the one who won't move on with the story because they're too busy being brooding or mysterious. I've made my share of jokes about these character archetypes, but recently... I've kinda become a lot more okay with them? Bear with me, I'm gonna elaborate on what IS wrong with the common play-styles that go along with these archetypes, THEN we'll get to the contexts where I think they're viable in TTRPGs, and ever where they can be pretty fun to have around at times.
So first off, I don't believe in mocking people and things for being “cringe,” I think its important to respect the things other people care about, and to expect the same from other people around you. Some people like Batman and Berserk and Death Note, and I think its okay to draw inspiration from media like that for a character. When it becomes a problem is when these characters simply won't cooperate with others at the table.
It doesn't matter how much of an overqualified badass your backstory says you are, if getting you to join the party in the first place is like pulling teeth, you're already a weak link. Reluctant heroes and cynically reluctant antiheroes rarely work out well, because everyone at the table sacrificed their time to *play a game of dnd*, and they'll assume you want to do the same. Don't waste everyone's time.
Secondly, once you're off adventuring with the group, it is ESSENTIAL to be a team player. If your badass theatrics get your party into unwanted encounters or outright harms other player characters, that's a recipe for disaster. If your contrarian or sullen attitude kills the fun of more whimsical players, what's the point of them having come in the first place? Everyone at the table needs to get a turn to look cool and have fun moments, and its never fun to be around someone who shuts them down for others.
Closely following that logic, if a player is trying to make the entire campaign The Edgy One Show, that gets old real quick. In a long form multiplayer game, EVERYONE sitting at the table is a star of the show. Your spotlight moments will come. Do your thing when they do, but don't steer things in your own personal direction. Your silly, horny bard gets to be a badass who saves the day sometimes; your nerdy artificier gets summon up courage for the first time and stand up to the BBEG. Be a supportive cast member from those moments, not a sourpuss who tries to one-up everyone on your side.
Now, these are the sheer mechanical and interpersonal problems I see a lot when it comes to that one edgy player; these are the factors that make a person less fun to be in a game with. Now, what if I told you that I hit each of these bullets for poor gaming... with a silly comic relief character?
Yuuuuup. My lighthearted piratey rogue with a 1920s Brooklyn accent *sucked* to be on the same team with. She sent the party into a bickering standstill over who got to have the map and make the plans (because ItS WhAT mY ChARaCtER WoUlD DOO!!!) She stole and dicked over other players in the name of silly goofs and gaffs, and she stole the spotlight from EVERYONE. ...In my defense, this was the first time I ever played.
So that being said... I think broody, angsty, too-edgy-for-you characters totally can have merit at a table. When your comic relief character is doing silly shit and cracking jokes, it might be really funny to see the traumatized, grim rogue crack a smile for the first time. When your cutesy cleric fails a bunch of spells, it might be really sweet to see the menacing badass barbarian give them a silent, reassuring pat on the shoulder. Edge lord characters make *fantastic* foils, and if you know you're playing a foil, they can be a really good addition to the team.
In short; play whatever *type* of character is fun for you to play; just do so knowing that other people are there to have fun their way too, and you'll need to practice some give and take as the campaign goes along.
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Because holy crap did that So Help Me Todd ever need a debrief
Cool to see we didn't just have an episode with basically all sleuthing just happening to take place partially in the world of law but it basically went from 0 to film noir in no time a homage further intensified once I found out the episode's title ("Dial M For Margaret")
And I guess that's just another thing contributing to how this episode similarly to the S1 finale kinda had a shoe-on-the-other-foot-reinforcing-the-bond-between-them type plot (and just like that one had lawyer!Todd (which made some of fans want that to be his eventual path-he-ends-the-show-with after many seasons of detecting, I think if that happened it'd have to be at the very end to not lose their Librarian/Guardian-esque dual dynamic perhaps like how Bones ended with Hodgins becoming "king of the lab") this had "Margaret Wright P.I.", further cementing the kind of two-sides-of-a-coin thing you usually get with romantic soulmates in shows like this)
Speaking of mothers and children, my mom who I've mentioned I've been watching the show with noticed a connection I doubt even most older viewers would notice, that as two older-older female sisters with a yen for detecting the Lee sisters could have been a reference to the title characters of obscure-ish 70s detective show The Snoop Sisters
Dick Franks doesn't just feel like another dramatic foil to Todd (in this case the Dark Mirror kind of foil, y'know, a negative example of what our hero could be if he didn't have his team etc. and now I'm again comparing Todd to Flynn Carsen as didn't he have a character like that too) but like if the SHMT fandom was as big as I wish it was Dick is the metaphorical embodiment of what I think Todd's bad-fanon-characterization would be
But one good thing (other than helping save the day of course) he did provide was the second thing this season that could be taken as a hint towards Todd liking guys (the first was basically everything about Todd's undercover-internship for that TV weatherman), hmm....
First episode all season-so-far where no one was a fashion disaster, sure Margaret and Lyle were technically pattern mixing but Lyle's could barely be seen behind his sweater vest and both their combos (Margaret's top and coat (specifically that blue outfit) and Lyle's shirt and tie) were in the same relative color family. And even for what time she appeared Susan in particular was looking especially stylish (Todd's still my #1 crush on this show by a country mile but Susan might still be moving forward (just not anywhere near catching up) the more she continues to be the prettiest chick on here, so help me Todd why is everyone so attractive?!)
Tfw you're having to hold in wanting to yell at the TV "Margaret, stop fangirling over the decor"
I honestly wasn't expecting even the trailer for this episode as given the plot emphasis on when the continuance was to last episode I thought the Tuttle case would be a two-parter
#so help me todd#the librarians#so help me todd cbs#renewsohelpmetodd#sohelpmetodds3#cbs so help me todd
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Day 329
June 27, 2023
Spent the morning cleaning data and doing laundry. We had a midsite meeting with the (new?) assistant unit leader to discuss our thoughts on the project and the overall program. The team leaders were told to leave partway through so Corps members could more comfortably criticize them, but we mostly ended up airing grievances about FEMA Corps in general (things in parentheses are things I have personally seen/experienced):
Lack of communication from FEMA Corps. Not knowing where we’d be sent. Having sudden team member swaps with little explanation, sometimes after being told nothing should change. Sharing constructive criticism only to never hear anything back. Not getting feedback on performance from team leaders’ end-of-round member evaluations (every round).
Not feeling as if AmeriCorps staff care about Corps members. Staff reaching out to team leaders but expecting Corps members to initiate almost any interaction. Team leaders having much longer feedback meetings with staff while Corps members’ feedback sessions are cut short. Chain of command and not knowing staff well enough to feel comfortable asking for help (round 2 especially). Very high turnover in AmeriCorps with little opportunity to get familiar with new staff. Notifying staff of dangerous driving behavior of members and nothing being done (a couple instances).
Team leaders not being properly vetted. Past team leaders getting multiple complaints but not being removed until months later. Completely unqualified team leaders being given a team; some past teams would have had a much easier time without a leader (end of round 2). So much tea.
Low stipends for Corps members. Team leaders making around three times our pay for not much extra work… We should get more than $11 or $12/day when our work is to a similar level as that of many FEMA reservists. Non-disaster food stipends of $6/day can be difficult in some higher cost-of-living areas. Congress sets the budget, so there’s not a ton we can do about that.
Lack of health care. Having to change virtual therapists/councilors every time a team moves to a different state. Going without mental health support because it is too much effort to find on one’s own. Not having mental health support back on campus. Not being able to access Teledoc in Puerto Rico (round 1/2).
Not having enough work. Being sent to a project only to find they have little plan for what FEMA Corps is going to do for them (this round is an exception). FEMA staff not seeing us as capable and leaving us with little to do, even when there is work that needs doing. Being given work that is inefficient or does not appear to accomplish much (round 1/2 PR).
Working without proper support. Lack of training upon arrival to new project (round 1 PR). Having to teach some paid FEMA reservists and tell contractors how to do their jobs. Having to advocate for oneself because staff are not regularly checking in.
Hurry up and wait. Being told to pack everything and get ready to move, only to be delayed for several days (round 1, DC->PR). Deploying to a new location, just to have no work or workstations to begin with (round 1 DC/round 3). Getting assigned a project and having to wait weeks to get access to certain files and permissions (round 1 DC).
Deploying the wrong teams. Sending people to Puerto Rico who do not speak Spanish and cannot do much useful work (round 1/2). Deploying a team that is occupied to a disaster project when there are teams with very little work who have to stay; disaster projects having priority even when little work is being accomplished at some of those project locations.
Nonsensical project transitions. Teams having to travel multiple days to spend a week on campus, only to drive straight back (transition 2). Having some of the same trainings as we recieved during onboarding, yet not receiving much information/preparation for life after AmeriCorps (transition 2). COVID restrictions shutting down campus gyms and socialization areas while multiple people from different teams are crammed in the same dorm rooms (transition 2/3). Virtual transitions worked well (transition 1).
Dealing with AmeriCorps operations on campus. Members being accused of stealing dishes on campus. Arriving for transition to find most washing machines are broken (transition 3). Vans not being automatically taken to the shop for checks and tune-ups (transition 2). Dorms missing blinds (onboarding/transition 2). Dorms having mold upon arrival. Being expected to clean to a higher standard than things were when we arrived (transition 2).
Isolation from both FEMA and AmeriCorps. Sometimes unclear who to reach out to when there is an issue or question; asking for help and being told to go to someone else, sometimes until arriving back where one started. Not being connected with / told about other AmeriCorps teams in the area; could be a good opportunity for independent service projects when work is slow.
The assistant unit leader does not have the power to do much at the moment, but it is nice to feel like we’re actually being listened to. That being said, I’ll believe it when I see it. We were told that most of the changes going forward will be for the upcoming class, since our class only has a month left (understandable). Both teams met for dinner along with the assistant unit leader.
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Mercury
Species: Elf / Vampire
Age: 2,000~
Height: 6'2"
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Motifs: Scythes, sickles, the color red, bats, crescent moon, silver, blood
Mercury was turned by a vampire when she was a child, her family were nobility on an large recently settled island. In response to their only child and heir nearly dying and being turned into an undead monster, they shut her away in a cave while they searched for a cure. Alas, that would never come...
A series of natural disasters complete wiped out the people living on the island, and Mercury was forgotten. But as a vampire she could not die. Almost 100 years passed before she saw the light of day again. A group of explorers sailing the ocean found what they thought were unknown islands. They, however, very quickly found that there had once been inhabitants of that island, evident by the weather-battered ruins of a village. One of the members of their party was an archaeologist who persuaded them to stay so he could investigate. However, the weather that drove out or outright killed the former inhabitants would force them to stay anyway.
They found shelter in one of the more intact buildings, but it was only marginally better than being out in the storm. That building was the same one Mercury's family once stayed in, and the one she was trapped under. Thankfully for Mercury, some years ago the basement wall collapsed, opening up to a cave just slightly below sea level. The explorers managed to open the hatch and descend into the basement/cave. Thereupon they were attacked by Mercury, who was all but feral at this point, but they easily managed to subdue her due to her extremely frail and weakened state.
Despite some of the party's judgement, they took pity on her and decided to try and help her. Once the weather calmed down they spent several weeks on the island, exploring the ruins, fishing, and caring for Mercury. The archaeologist took on an almost fatherly role, teaching her how to speak their language and read. Of course none of this was easy, as one would expect, after being alone and flickering in and out of a catatonic state, Mercury wasn't exactly in the best state of mind. Slowly but surely, however, they did succeed. With people taking care of her and finding her food, mostly fish and small game, Mercury's body quickly came into better help, and she started to catch up on all the growth she hadn't been able to do.
Now healthier and with a rudimentary grasp of speaking, Mercury stayed with the party and they left the island. Years passed and eventually you wouldn't be able to tell what Mercury had been through. She gained a love of learning and enthusiastically would read anything she got her hands on and spent most of her time helping the archaeologist with his work within the party.
At this point I have less concrete planning, and more of general ideas about what she did up until the "current" version of her.
I know after the archaeologist died of old age she went out on her own, trying to find purpose. She met Quince and they formed a team, going out as adventurers on their own. Initially they didn't get along at all but became friends. And eventually they became lovers. The relationship became toxic, since her and Quince were both immortal they felt stuck with each other, in an unhealthy codependent way. Mercury had serious abandonment issues and was clingy, Quince was emotionally unavailable. More differences started to drive them apart, mostly from a moral standpoint. They finally reached a breaking point and separated.
From here Mercury enters what I call her villain era. Over the next few decades slips from being a "good hero" to morally grey, to evil. Although it would be hundreds of years until she met Quince again. At that point Quince was determined to put an end to Mercury. For hundreds of years they went through a cat-and-mouse game, neither ever being able to finally finish off the other. During all this time Mercury became truly obsessive with her pursuit of knowledge, and dived deep into the arcane, especially forbidden magic. She learned necromancy and invented hemomancy, a school of magic revolving around blood. But nothing could ever satisfy her. She ended up forming a pact with mysterious entities from a different plane, she wanted access to all the world's secrets, so she could finally learn everything. It's unsure if she got what she wanted, or if the entities just tricked her, but once she upheld her end of the deal, she was driven to complete madness from what they did to her. Quince had tried to stop her, but was to late.
From there Mercury went from cold and calculating, to unhinged and violent, enjoying death for just the sake of death, and inflicting suffering for the fun of it. Quince still chased her, like a dog after a cat. Eventually they had one final confrontation. But instead of killing Mercury like Quince thought she wanted to, she ended up sparing her and decided she wanted to save her.
After some time Quince found a way to reverse what Mercury had done to herself. With her mind restored Mercury went on a long saga of trying to redeem herself, or at least make up from all of the harm she caused. And very, very slowly her and Quince became friends again, and then lovers again. After the 1000+ years both Mercury and Quince had changed and matured significantly, and this time their relationship was much healthier, and lasted. Although as two old immortal people, they did withdraw from mortal society, and tried not to influence events as much as they once did. Instead they spent years exploring the world, going back to old places, and enjoying the various cultures they came across.
The "standard" for how I imagine Mercury looking, and how she is in most current imaginings.
How she looked while living with the archaeologist.
A pride outfit I made.
How she looked during her villain era, or at least one more combat-oriented look.
How she looked when the adventurers first found her.
Her enjoying a dance with Quince.
This is how she'd look if she weren't a vampire. I always envisioned her having a very prominent nose and sharp features. She has two beauty marks, one on her right cheekbone and above the left of her lips. She has more of an olive skin tone, while still being a bit on the pale side.
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💫 Pathetic Lover 💫
Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader
warnings: friends to lovers, kissing, fluff, bad language, bad day at work and mention of sex.
word count: 1.1K
A/N: using 59 + 67 prompts from this list by @writinginstardust
Steven looked around your living room while waiting for you, noticing every detail of your apartment even without moving from the couch, looking at your portraits and some books on a desk in the corner. Meanwhile you were waiting for the water to boil, separating two cups on the kitchen counter and grabbing the sugar too. You had invited him for tea after work realizing that your colleague needed to relax a little and rest his mind. He was nervous about being there even though he was your friend and you had visited him a few times as well, this was unusual and even more because Steven started to feel something for you. After finding out the reason for his sleeping problems, knowing now that he shared a body with a kind of vigilante and a God seemed crazy, making his life even more complicated and making him give up saying anything to you about his feelings.
Or maybe you are using this as an excuse to be a coward.
Marc's American accent startled him and he quickly looked around the room for his reflection, finding it in the glass of the coffee table in front of him. Steven tried to ignore the comment, looking toward the kitchen to see what you were doing, running his hands over his lap as they began to sweat from his nervousness.
You should go there, kiss her and fu-
"No, stop it! You can't do this right now" He huffed getting up from the couch but soon he heard your footsteps.
"Is everything alright, dear?" You appeared at the entrance between the kitchen and the living room looking at him with a worried expression.
"Oh yeah- as good as it gets" Steven answered, feeling his cheeks burn because of the pet name.
"Tea is almost ready, if you want to turn on the tv or read one of the books, I'll be back in a minute" You said smiling to him and heading back to the kitchen.
The accent makes her sound sexier and I can't believe you're losing this opportunity.
"It's the same accent I have, you weirdo" Now he was talking with Marc reflection in one of the portraits.
No offense but she sounds better with it, man
"Yeah, that's true... She always sounds good" He said with dreaming eyes and a smile forming in his lips.
You better do something before someone else does- And I don't mean me doing it
"Wh-who do you mean then?" Steven felt nauseous just to know that he would probably lose you to someone else.
How didn't you see? JB was clearly flirting with her today.
"What- JB? Bloody hell… I didn't notice it" He ran his hands through his hair, removing the lock that was on his forehead and bothering him.
Calm down! We got this, Steven! You just have to do something
"What am I supposed to do, mate? She can kick me out of here and never speak to me again.... That would be a disaster!" He exclaimed, almost panicking.
She wouldn't do that to us… Well she is too sweet for something so exaggerated.
"I wouldn't push my luck... Don't you remember when Donna tried to put us in inventory because we were 2 minutes late? Y/N was furious!" Steven said nervously fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater as he looked at his alter silently asking for help.
With your sad face and my flirting skills she won't resist! We are a team, man!
"Sad face? Is that all you think I have to offer? We look the same!" He protested seeing Marc arch his eyebrow. “And I also have flirting skills but- I don’t have the courage to use”
I noticed that and she inviting us here was a surprise… You were supposed to do it
“How I-” Steven got interrupted by the sound of you clearing your throat to get his attention, but this made him freeze in place, startled and turn slowly to find you standing there with the tea cups in hand staring at him. He expected to meet an angry look or even one that judged him, but you looked at him confused and a little worried.
“Uh, am I interrupting?” Your voice was low, but he could hear because of the silence in the apartment.
She caught us! Try to fix it, Steven!
“H-How long have you been standing there?” He could see Marc rolling his eyes through the reflection and heard him, again, giving up on helping him.
“Enough to make me confused and a little worried…Are you sure it's all right?” You said, placing the cups on the coffee table and motioning for him to sit down again, now beside me.
“Yes, everything is fine” Steven gave you a weak smile before sitting down. “It's just been a hard day, you know?”
“I'm sorry about that, honey... I couldn't save you from Donna today, she was already punishing me for something I had no idea” You held his free hand and smiled at him.
“I- I should save you from her too… Love” He whispered the pet name that almost went unnoticed by you.
“So is it common for you to talk to yourself?” You asked, trying not to sound rude or offend him.
“Yeah, pretty much it…Do I sound mad?” He looked at you with those tired puppy eyes that made your heart jump inside your chest.
“No! I think talking to yourself it’ normal, you know? We have answers and it’s easier to trust than other people-” Your rambling made Steven give you a real smile this time.
That’s pathetic to watch…
“So- Are you going to show me your flirting skills or I have to take it from you?” You said finishing your tea and leaving the cup on the table again.
“Oh- Bloody hell! I don’t think you would like it…” He felt his cheeks burning like hell.
“You have to try it before you know that, Steven” You came closer to him slowly, as if you wanted to pet a stray cat without scaring it away.
“I- I fancy you, darling” Steven said shyly, feeling like he could explode at any moment.
“Aw Steven… You’re so adorable! Can I kiss you?” The answer you got ws him nodding rapidly to you.
It was enough for you to bring your lips together in a quiet, passionate kiss, guided by slow movements and gentle touches on Steven's face. While he kept his hands on your shoulders, not knowing whether to take them off or not, it was still like a dream to be kissing you. When they broke apart gasping for air, they were grinning like fools and their foreheads touching in a gesture of affection.
“Let's rest a bit, because we deserve it, don't you think?” You whispered to him, brushing your lips on his.
“Yeah… We deserve it” Steven said, giving you heart eyes.
That was unexpected… But it worked for you, pathetic lover.
Steven could notice that Marc was sounding proud of him but decided to not point it out knowing that he would deny it till the end.
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❝ ...i was naive and hopeful and lost ❞
pairing : idol!niki x idol!fem!reader
song inspiration : rip to my youth - the neighbourhood
wc : 0.9k | warnings : mentions of mistreatment
“ strictly the neighbourhood ” m.list
“oh my god, i do remember that!” you exclaimed, laughing joyfully as heeseung recalled the time he and niki had beaten you and the other members at just dance. “that was so funny! sunoo was practically yelling for a rematch.”
“yeah, i remember that too,” jake mused from his seat, resting his chin on his palm and nodding, a big grin on his face. “i’m still mad that they were on the same team. they at least could’ve been split up.”
niki giggled to your right, lightly shoving your shoulder with his, entertained by yours and jake’s mutual complaints. “y’all should’ve just danced better, then maybe your team would’ve won.”
you turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. “excuse me, i dance extremely well. i was the one carrying our team.” you whipped your head towards jake, narrowing your eyes at him and jabbing a finger his way across heeseung’s chest. “someone cost us a victory because they refused to throw it back.”
jake’s mouth fell open as he gaped at you, turning to the camera and speaking to engenes. “do you guys see what she torments me with?” he flung an arm out, ready to say something else when one of the drinks on the table fell due to his abrupt action. jake quickly picked it up, though, as you also instinctively reached out, saying jake’s name in complaint.
meanwhile, heeseung exhaled, placing a hand on his chest as he said, “oh that would’ve been a disaster had it not been for the plastic lid.”
“for real,” you agreed, nodding as you smiled once more. “thank god we left it on for him.”
beside you, niki continued to laugh as he grabbed the drink, pointing towards the clear plastic wrap and talking to the camera, “jake always spills his drinks, that’s why we have to leave stuff like that on for him.”
as niki finished his sentence, you saw a staff member behind the camera aggressively mouth at him to stop, exaggerated hand movements slicing through the air and making his eyes fall and smile drop. heeseung and jake watched too, and you frowned when the latter started to talk about something else, changing the subject to something different.
you, however, felt incredibly annoyed, rolling your eyes and resting your head on your palm, not bothering to hide the sour expression on your face. no matter how many times it happened, you thought it unfair that the staff always tried to censor things, little things at that, and even prevented you and niki from being what you were; children.
they got onto you and him for just about anything. there was a time you both decided to speak a little japanese on live. it ended shortly after the staff had pulled niki behind the camera and strenuously told him that he was in korea, so he should only speak korean. you also recalled the time they had gotten onto you when a game of tag occurred on the set of given-taken, courtesy of yourself. but the most vivid and infuriating moment, that didn’t even involve you or niki, was when they had forced jake to go live after his grandma had passed. even thinking about it now made you angry.
you had grown rather sick of it, and the few times you had gone head-to-head with one of the lead staff members, you had gotten yelled at harshly. it was the beginning of the rumor that you were difficult to work with.
niki had told you to just leave it alone, but as someone who was raised to not take shit from anyone, regardless of age, you didn’t have any of it. it’s what made it difficult to adjust to korea as a foreigner; you were expected to respect the rank over the person.
due to this, heeseung and jay often found themselves on the other sides of your rants, telling you that it would only result in more trouble, and eventually something serious if you didn’t stop trying to butt-heads with the management.
the live ended after the staff signaled that it was time to say goodbye, and as heeseung and jake got up, having been called over by said staff, you rested your forehead on the table, peering over at niki and muttering a soft, “i’m sorry.”
“for what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, looking down at you.
“for the stupid staff not letting you be you. for having to see you, us, grow up too fast and act like adults when we’re clearly not.” you said, taking another breath before continuing. “and if i try and defend us we get yelled at and called stupid and immature. i don’t understand how heeseung, jay, jake, and sunghoon put up with it. or even sunoo for that matter. the only other person who confronts them about how unfair they treat us is jungwon. and even then he can only do it to a point because it threatens his position as leader. it’s all just so...so upsetting,” you spat out, finally sitting up in your seat, lips pursed.
niki placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting smile when he noticed your eyes started to water due to frustration and aggravation. he turned toward you fully, hands now resting on your knees as he bent forward. “it’s okay, really. the fact that you care is enough for me.”
“but it’s not okay, riki!” you exclaimed, shaking your head and pulling away. “we’re kids. we’re just kids.”
“you know we grew up the moment we became trainees, right?” niki said rather bitterly, his smile gone. he stood from his seat, noticing heeseung waving you both over. “come on. just leave it be, alright?”
standing and following after niki, you knew there was no way you would just “leave it be,” no matter how much everyone told you to.
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So that scene of Daki whining and Tengen dismissing her, and then his shock when she starts that long, high-pitched, pitiful wail? I hope he has a daughter someday who does the same thing to him.
Speaking of retired family men, one thing I'd have love to have seen (besides ObaMitsu surviving and thriving) is Obanai very quickly settling into the role of a responsible husband once he finally accepts it, and he and Tengen relating to each other at this level while shaking their heads at their bachelor colleagues who can't seem to wrap their meatheads around the concept.
Really, just more Tengen and Obanai interaction in general would be great. If we ever were to get an Uzui Gaiden, I'd want Obanai to be his sidekick so we can see them talking about their pasts and Obanai finding some comfort and admiration in that. At least going by the section in the second fanbook about what the Pillars think about each other, it seems this had a big impact on how Obanai sees (as possibly looks up to) Tengen. It would also add more depth to the "hmm, I expected more out of you, good job, I guess--WTF, YOU CAN'T QUIT" commentary.
(But also, Kaburamaru .vs. Muscle Mice is a small disaster waiting to happen. Please, universe, please, Shonen Jump, make this Gaiden exist someday.)
Back to the topic of Uzui spawns, though, teams of Muscle Mice rocking babies to sleep, Muscle Mice dutifully removing choking hazards, Muscle Mice acting as babysitter spies when children get rebellious and stupid? Yes please.
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