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hijacked — boothill

summary. a mission to retrieve some files from a banquet hall goes wayward south when a galaxy ranger shows up to ruin your night—and score some bonus kisses while he’s at it.

notes. save me space cowboy… save me… remembered his entire body is robotic except his head. the possibilities to hack it and take over……….. ngh

HEY YOU!! there’s a sequel now.

warnings. little bit of threatening, mind control/hacking/hijacking? you take over his body for like a few minutes? is that a warning?

“Hey, pretty thing.”

Target locked. Your scanners had already tracked him before you could even realise he was speaking to you.

You swiftly hid away the USB drive in your purse.

Did he know?

It seemed his own eye enhancements—although a lot less subtle than yours—were scanning you down as well. How transactional. You’d hoped the walls you’d put up were enough to keep whatever technology he had at bay. Or at least, not trigger any alarms.

“You looked lonely. Was g’nna buy you a drink. Help you loosen up a bit.” He swished his own drink in your face for good measure. The coupe glass in his hands looked odd. He didn’t seem like a cocktail man. Not at all.

He looked like a whiskey man. Hard whiskey. With ice. In a tumbler with ribbed glass. You could picture it.

He just looked so out of place at the banquet.

He wasn’t even following the dress code. He was wearing boots, and a pair of old pants with zips along the calves. A hat with a white feather woven into the fabric rested on a head of long white hair with splashes of black around his face.

“No thanks,” you said with a wave. You tried to discreetly scan down his body, searching for any sort of hint of how you could get into his system.

His pants and what little material of his jacket hid most of the metal of his body. Internally, you cursed at it. He had no clear openings in his neck or arms. His head seemed entirely organic.

No weak spots.

“N’aww. Shame.”

The front door felt a lot further away now. Even more so, knowing he was most definitely here for you. He hadn’t even introduced himself yet. You had a feeling he knew he didn’t need to.

“Was g’nna ask ya to dance.”

You laughed awkwardly. “I can’t dance in these shoes.”

“Take ‘em off. Who cares?” he bantered playfully. “I’ll watch out for ‘em if they’re expensive.”

“They’re priceless,” you quipped back. “All of me is.”

“Good. You know your worth.”

You were actually worth about fifteen million, as according to your wanted status by the IPC. You weren’t sure if this man was a part of them, though members of the IPC were always very adamant on letting you know that, yes, they did work at the IPC. It was usually the first thing that came out of their mouths.

Questioning if they actually worked at the IPC opened another entire can of worms.

You didn’t feel the need to ask. Not in that moment, at least.

“And what’s yours?” you asked him with a bat of your lashes.

He winked. “Guess.”

You smiled and scanned him down again. “Depends. I’d have to see what you’re made of.”

“Naughty.” He leaned back against the wall with you. “You sure you don’t want that drink? It’s a cosmopolitan.”

Very sure. You were convinced that he’d just taken the drink from one of the server’s trays. You couldn’t imagine he’d walked up to the bar and requested it for himself.

“You strike me as a whiskey man,” you eased. It came past your lips like butter.

He flashed his teeth in warning.

Then, he sipped his drink. “You’re good. Anything else you can read with your fancy eyes?”

You stopped short.

He did know. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all. He wasn’t entirely human. He must have been equipped with similar technology to realise just how advanced yours was.

You realised then with a shaky breath that you had the same vision enhancements as he did. An even match, unable to read through to each other.

He must have had so much more, too. You only had so many enhancements, whereas he was made almost entirely of metal. The thought of amount of different codings and technology he had crammed into every wire of his body gave you a headache.

Bad idea. You shouldn’t have provoked him. You needed to retreat. You needed to get home, preferably safely, with the USB stored nice and snug in your purse.

You tried not to let your nervousness show, but by the way he was staring at you, you knew he could read your face.

“That’s it, then. You’ve figured out my party trick.” You got up from the wall. “Thank you for the offer. The drink, I mean.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll be going now.”

“I’m not scaring you off, am I?” He got up off the wall too.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Not at all.” When you turned to face him, he was smiling so wide his eyes had crinkled. “Have a good night.”

“At least let me walk you out,” he insisted. He also offered to hold your purse, to which you quickly declined. That only made him smile impossibly wider. “What sort of man am I to not see a pretty thing like you get home safe?”

You headed towards the hallway, knowing he was right behind you.

The banquet was still in full swing, barely even close to ending. Most of the cast were drunk or getting there. Heels had been discarded, some missing their pair, skewed all over the dancefloor like glitter.

The golden chandelier in the main room was yet to be pulled from the ceiling. You were surprised nobody had tried to swing from it yet.

You dodged chattering groups and couples in the hallway—one of them had decided to put on a full display while right next to an unoccupied bedroom, right there in the centre of the hall.

Another one was gagging dangerously close to your feet.

You shouldered past them. “Stop following me, Ranger.”

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” You felt his hair brush over your shoulder.

You knew he had a weapon. He wouldn’t have come to threaten you without one.

Before you could reach the door handle, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you backwards, and into the unoccupied guest room that the couple hadn’t bothered to take.

He shut the door with a loud slam, though not before hearing someone whistle out in the corridor.

Your head snapped towards him. He was leaning on the door, his arms crossed, looking almost unbothered.

“We can play this game all day, pumpkin. I got time.” He waved you off with a grin. “Give me the files. I’m askin’ nicely. I won’t force ya to hand ‘em over. Yet.”

You gritted your teeth.

You were so fucking close. So close to getting out of here, and then he had to come—this walking hunk of metal and scrap—and ruin everything.

Nothing ever went your fucking way anyway. You shouldn’t have been shocked something like this would happen.

You held your purse tightly in your hands. All of this was pointless. The dress, the heels, the hair, the nails, the makeup. All of it.

You just hoped by some miracle that he hadn’t found your locator beacon yet. You’d hidden it well; within the bushes outside away from anyone’s line of sight, but he wasn’t just anyone. He could see things a lot of people couldn’t.

“C’mon. You know you wanna…” He smiled sweetly for good measure. It looked like a threat. When he leaned to the side, the golden barrel of a gun flashed beneath his belt.

You could try to make a backup. Right then. You had what you needed in your watch. He’d probably stop you before it was complete.

Or…

Or what? What else could you do?

Your locator beacon wasn’t responding, though it hadn’t been broken. Most likely deactivated temporarily. You bounced on your heels.

You then formed the worst idea of your life.

With shaky hands, you walked towards him slowly. You reached into your purse, feeling for the cold plastic of the black USB he wanted to get his grubby hands on.

“Knew you’d come ‘round.” He held out his hand expectantly.

You fished the USB from your bag.

Then, before you could place it into his palm, you tripped and almost broke your nose on his torso. Your hands splayed desperately onto his chest to keep your face from shattering on impact.

He was quick to grab your arms to steady you with a surprised grunt.

There was a whirring sound, and then the sound of something mechanical and wrong. Foreign. Not from his body, but from yours.

The spaces beneath his joints lit up abright yellow for a moment before his hands loosened from your arms.

You grinned. Gotcha.

When you pulled back, he witnessed you pull a strange light from beneath his skin before you held it along your fingers.

When he blinked, you had an entire copy of his body in the palm of your hand. A hologram formed of his entire artificial makeup. Every crevice of his body, all of the metal that weaved to make him who he was.

All of it in your hand, with puppet strings attached.

It was missing just his head.

He froze. And then, he rushed out a simple, “what did you do?”

You tapped on his holographic arm on the screen. “Hijacked.”

When you moved it, his arm twitched to life.

Against his will, he pulled the gun from his holster and dropped it to the floor. It clattered uselessly onto the carpet.

He could only simply stare as his body moved against his will. There was no way to even twitch a finger with all his might.

It was like you had shut down all of his systems and replaced them with your own.

He should’ve seen this coming.

You whistled as you studied the model of him in your hands. When you tapped onto his neck, it zoomed in to show every single wire and thread of metal, as well as an accompanying string of coding.

“I don’t need any special enhancements to read you. What sort of cyborg comes in alone to try and stop me? You know who I am, don’t you?”

He wasn’t able to move his body. He said not a word.

“Somebody clearly doesn’t understand their body.” You patted his chest. His fans had kicked in. You could hear them whirring.

He was glaring at you.

“Did the IPC send you?”

After a moment, he scoffed. “Hardly. I don’t work for those… people.” It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it.

“Huh.” You didn’t think he was lying. “So… you’re not concerned about my bounty?”

“You said yourself you were priceless,” he countered easily. Despite his position, he was still grinning. “And besides, I’m sure my bounty is heaps bigger than yours.”

You almost snapped. He’d come to gloat, even at a disadvantage.

“You look better with your mouth shut,” you spat. You shoved the lining of code in his face for him to see, making the holographic blue screen as large as you possibly could. “I could make you tear yourself apart. I could make you forget who you are. I could alter whatever sort of brain you have in there. Watch yourself.”

Still glaring, but this time his lips sealed almost instantly.

You made him stand ram rod straight as you turned around, now eyeing a golden vanity next to the bed. The bedroom was surprisingly clean, save for a few empty glasses strewn about. No stains, no messes.

You sat down in the chair and angled the mirror so you could keep your eye on him.

You breathed out, trying not to stare at him for too long. You could feel your irritation growing, and it was showing on your face. If you stared at him for any longer, you feared you’d pull his limbs off with your own bare hands.

You fished out the powder from your purse and leaned closer to the mirror.

Maybe if you looked better, you’d feel better.

“You’re seriously dollin’ yourself up right now?” he asked, briskly annoyed.

You dabbed the sponge beneath your eyes. “Can’t let anyone think I let you put your hands on me. I have standards.”

He had nice hair. You weren’t sure if it was real, though. You weren’t sure if he could even grow hair. He was almost entirely artificial, save for his head.

He didn’t seem to age—his face, at least. You weren’t sure how old he was supposed to be, but his organic skin still looked fresh, as if left untouched and well taken care of.

Maybe it’s because that was all he had left of him.

You snapped the powder shut.

The ranger sneered. “Yeah, yeah. I’d beat you in a fight anyway.”

“‘Course you would,” you answered easily. You pulled a stick of gloss from your bag. You swiped the lipgloss over your lips, fixing it with the tip of your nail. “That’s not what I’m talking about, though.”

You stood from the chair, placing the gloss back in your purse.

“You’d never hit me, would you?”

His face almost lit up with fury.

It was absolutely hilarious.

“You’re so lucky I can't move,” he threatened. “You wouldn’t recognise your pretty face in the mirror.”

“Such a gentleman.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press your lips to his cheek. You hoped the sticky gloss bothered him, knowing he would be unable to wipe it off of him. You hoped it stained his milky skin a nice glittery bubblegum pink.

You hoped the scent of your perfume lingered on his skin, and he never forgot your name.

“Of course, gorgeous.” That same mocking tone. “Anything for you.”

You held the USB up to his lips. “Open.”

Begrudgingly, he did so.

You slipped the stick past his lips until his teeth caught onto the plastic and held it still.

“You can have it. I already got what I needed anyway.”

You kissed his other cheek for good measure, lingering for a moment before you pulled away. Two pink glittering stains on his face now; perfectly symmetrical.

“I’ll be thinking of you.” And that you would. You winked at him. “Bye, Boothill.”

Then, with sudden grid lines of yellow forming over your figure, the locator beacon buzzed to life, and you disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, you were outside in the cold night air. There were few people out in the front garden of the building, and none had spotted you.

You picked up the gadget and quickly left. A copy of his body and the USB were now a collection in your own personal belongings.

As soon as you vanished, Boothill regained control of his limbs and fell to the floor, trembling with the after effects of your invasion. His teeth were gritted as he pulled himself up onto the guest bed.

He spat the USB out before he could bite down and damage it.

He held it between his thumb and index finger.

There was a smear of your lipgloss on the side of the USB stick.

Mission accomplished, he supposed.

He also had two matching lipgloss stains on his skin as a trophy. He could see how stupid he looked in the vanity mirror.

He snickered with clenched, shaking fists.

You smelled like strawberry.

[hajimeseyo]

lil sailor tora 🦈💛

[hajimeseyo]

ok so after some consideration, i've decided to open up requests as a small celebration for this milestone, and to give me motivation and practice my writing skills as well! disclaimer, i might not be able to write all the requests that come in, but if you wanna give it a shot go ahead and drop your requests!

these are the fandoms that i will write for:

tokyo revengers

high&low

genshin impact

twisted wonderland

persona (3 and 5)

I don't write smut, so please keep that in mind while requesting!

thank you once again for 100!

?!?!?!?!? where did all of you come from??

jokes aside thank u all, ik it's a small milestone but i wasn't expecting to reach a hundred followers on a blog that i just randomly post my writings on when i get the inspiration to write every once in a blue moon. so thank you!!

unfortunately, i can't really guarantee regular writing uploads, since i only write when i have the inspiration and motivation to. i've found that if i force it, the writing will just come out bland and boring and i won't like it at all. i will still write tho, ofc, so please wait patiently for me!! and pray that motivation comes soon so i can feed yall content lol

thank you once again for the 100!

#tokyo revengers x reader #high&low x reader #genshin impact x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona 5 x reader

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?!?!?!?!? where did all of you come from??

jokes aside thank u all, ik it's a small milestone but i wasn't expecting to reach a hundred followers on a blog that i just randomly post my writings on when i get the inspiration to write every once in a blue moon. so thank you!!

unfortunately, i can't really guarantee regular writing uploads, since i only write when i have the inspiration and motivation to. i've found that if i force it, the writing will just come out bland and boring and i won't like it at all. i will still write tho, ofc, so please wait patiently for me!! and pray that motivation comes soon so i can feed yall content lol

thank you once again for the 100!

[hajimeseyo]

w.count: 2k - wanderer finally got his name and he feels like he's gotta tell someone... (bet yall never saw this comin)

there was a humming in his head. and it felt heavy. like he had been dunked in a bin of well water and had only just resurfaced. regaining a whole past life of memories on top of immediately being thrown into combat with the past life god version of yourself... it certain had a kick to it. that kick being the biggest headache the nameless wanderer has ever experienced... past or present.

the wanderer had only just recovered all his past memories through simulations provided graciously by the dendro archon. trying to separate the dull, mindlessly kind life he had been living in this lifetime from the one he had just remembered where he was anything but? the whiplash was enough to make anyone second guess pretty much everything.

in the background of his emotional recollection the nameless mechanical puppet could hear the traveler and paimon talk back and forth with the small buer herself. just because he could hear them though, didn't mean he was listening.

wanderer's back turned away from them for a moment and his hand lifts up to pinch between his eyes, palm resting on the tip of his nose as he swallows back a sigh. they were talking about him following nahida's guidance, and he had no qualms with it, really. he just felt overwhelmed... not that he could say so aloud.

the trio continued talking and soon decided to grant him a new name. if it didn't have any connection to that insufferable man who was the root cause of all his suffering to begin with he didn't have a preference anyway-

"are you sure?" the nameless doll asked the blond traveler who had just spoken the new name he would eventually be using. "...ah, alright, if you say so."

-at least... he thought he had no preference.

wanderer had no issue with the name itself. it was given to him by someone who- foolishly- help him regain his memories and set him straighter. a debt he would have to eventually repay somehow since even he was capable of being grateful to someone. but, the way it sounded coming out of the traveler's mouth felt... wrong. like they weren't the right person to say it first; which made absolutely no sense as they're the one who came up with it in the first place. paimon had also not yet come up with an 'ugly nickname', but that wasn't his problem to begin with.

there was this digging in the back of his mind, like he had some other place to be. his legs were itching to move, feet ready to take him out of the sanctuary of surasthana. so, without much resistance, he listened to the silent cries of his mechanical body.

"goodbye, wise deity, and you two."

even if his jumbled up mind didn't process where his body was taking him, he trusted it to take him where he thought he ought to be. besides, with his new vision in hand even if he walked into some place dangerous to the common person- he could handle it.

its crazy that just this morning he was walking through these same streets of sumeru city as virtually a whole different person. the mild-mannered boy who would return the smallest favors just to keep himself occupied. now he was different, but not the same as the 'him' who's memories he had regained. a combination of the two, just messy and unbalanced right now.

the sun was setting and casting the city in shadows and orange hues. mindlessly, wanderer had meandered down and out of the city gates. walking and casting glances to and fro before a small hut had entered his peripherals. his auto-piloted body stopped just short of a full step before kicking up speed. his easy gait turned rushed and before he knew it, he was jogging to the hut.

it was a tea hut. just a small one. a couple bench tables out front, a small chimey in the roof and what seemed like hardly enough room inside for five people and a stove to fit comfortably. still, the smell of boiled tea leaves hung in the air like invisible ribbons. just standing in front of the closed-up shop filled him with familiarity.

the memories that had been muddled started to separate into clearer views the longer he stood in the dirt just looking around at the lackluster area.

wanderer's shoulders jumped when the door that had been closed to the tea hut creaked open. a body carrying a small wicker basket with a cloth over it had pushed it open with their back, rolling it onto their shoulder before stepping out and letting it swing shut at their back.

"ah!" they- you- jolt. the sun was setting and normally people don't fancy a cup of tea at late hours where your little humble hut stood, so seeing the feet of someone in front of the building spooked you. the wicker basket had dropped to the dirt, causing small plumes of dust to breathe over your ankles. "you scared me- oh!" the stranger in which had scared you, was no stranger to you at all. "i didn't think i'd be seeing you again so soon."

"yeah..." the wanderer's voice was practically a whisper only carried by the wind. he knew you- the previous mild-mannered boy did anyway.

among his wandering, he had happened upon your hut and with nothing better to do had ordered tea from you. you were a chatter box. easily conversing and holding all sort of topics of discussion with your customers- as few as they may be.

he couldn't remember if it was because of your tea that was somehow exactly to his liking or if it was because, back then, he enjoyed the company, but he did remember frequently returning to this tea hut.

he had come several times and as embarrassing as it was to admit, he had built a sort of bond with you. to the point where he had explained to you that he had no name and always felt like he was missing something in his life. of course he didn't disclose everything there is to him, but just enough to ease the weight in his chest just ever so slightly.

'maybe you lost your memory or something? i've heard lesser lord kusanali can do all sorts of things, so maybe she could help!'

you had pitched that to him one time. probably just to try and cheer him up or something. who knew that you'd end up being right on the mark.

"is something the matter?" you had disregarded the basket at your feet- it was empty anyway- and came a bit closer to the nameless boy.

"no, it's nothing." he told you. something in his tone immediately gave him away. it wasn't the soft tone you had grown used to. it sounded choked, like he was trying to act. you think for a moment before twisting halfway around back towards the hut's door.

"you stay put here," you tell him. his gaze moves to finally look you in the eyes and his own twitch and burn when they connect. he's always hated eye contact, but yours felt so comfortable. "i'll go and make a cup of tea for you. since you like it black, it won't take long."

the feeling that drops into his gut when your eyes break away from his and you back stares to his gaze instead was akin to a type of panic.

"hold on-!" his voice was quiet, clogged in his throat and he felt pretty pathetic when it left his lips. his body again moves all on its own and before he could reel himself in, his hands grab onto you.

with your back to him, his hands grasp both of your biceps and keeps you in place like a shield between him and the rigidity ol' hut. you could feel the tips of his sandals at the back of your heels and the presence of his body behind you signaling how close he really was. his forehead rests on the back of your neck, just under the dip of your skull. the tip of his nose tickles your neck when your shoulders raise with each intake of breath.

"uhm," you have no idea what's gotten into him or why he's acting so strange, but it's not like you really had time to ask before he was spilling his guts.

"i got my memories back." he sounded so solemn, as he feels your shoulder's jolt.

"really?!" your voice was loud as it echoed in the empty space around. it sounded excited, curious too. "I bet that's a loud off your shoulders, huh?" you light heartedly say.

"in a way." he couldn't admit his past wrongs to you- even if all of that was in a whole other timeline. he still did so many awful things and he wouldn't deny it. "i might act differently towards you now that i know... who i am."

"that's alright, isn't it?" against the crown of his bowed head that made a home against your neck, he feels your head tilt back. your arms shifted too, like they had moved to cup your chin. he could picture it perfectly in his head when he closes his eyes.

"its complicated."

"well, that's alright too."

"is it?" his jaw clenches as your arms go lax again.

"can i turn around?"

"not yet."

"why not?"

"because i said so." his eyebrow twitches.

"oh, so you're demanding now?" you tease.

"that a problem?" he teases back, a chuckle brushing your neck as he does. he knows what you're doing and he's thankful for it. the banter is relaxing.

"not at all."

it's a while before he's finally dropping his hands from your arms, and letting you turn around. your hands on your hips as you look at him in the face again. he's calmed down, feels tired, and a little embarrassed at how his body impulsively moved in such a mushy, romantic-coded way. if he had a gag reflex, he probably would've gagged at such a cliche action of his own limbs.

"so, do you still like your tea black?"

wanderer's arms came to cross over his chest, his stern face relaxing into what was probably a bit more of a harsh tone than you were used to in the past. you didn't say it out loud, but this version of him would take some getting used to.

"of course i do. sweets are sickening." you burst out into laughter at his words and the disgusted tone accompanying them. in the past he would've politely stated that they 'weren't to his liking' or something. not outright rejected the idea of sweets.

"that's good. i was worried i'd have to relearn your usual cup of tea." you pop your fist into your opposing hand before your changing the subject away from tea preferences. "oh yeah! since you remember things, do you remember your name?"

"i've had several," he states curtly. "none of them i use anymore." he watched your face twist in confusion before falling into something like disappointment. were you really that excited to finally get to put a name to his face? he sighs. "a... friend," he grits, "technically gave me a new one. since i have nothing else to go by right now, i'll probably be using that for the time being." your eyes relit in excitement. he feels his insides get hot.

"that's great! what is it? i want to know!" you were pushy and he scoffs amusedly at it. the traveler's voice echoed in his memory, his new name bouncing around in his mind. then it all made sense with you in front of him.

reaching up, he pulled on your cheek. you squawk and whine as he stretches the soft flesh, pinching it between his fingertips. no wonder it sounded wrong coming out of that meddler's mouth. it's because it wasn't you and his subconscious knew it before he did. gross, he hisses to himself internally again.

"i'm only going to tell you once, so you better pay attention." the not-so-nameless boy released your cheek, watching bemusedly as you rubbed the sore piece of your face. his stance shifts, relaxes with his arms crossing comfortably over his chest. and with direct eye contact and an easy, yet almost smug smile on his face, he told you...

"my name is..."

a/n: okay this is kinda sorta really messy and i apologize for that

[hajimeseyo]

I wanna see them in Vil's tapi style too...

[hajimeseyo]

((not very correct eng translate on my writing))

my 1st impression of white rascals vs after knowing them more:

koo: (rocky's) assistant?? vice leader?? ---> trophy husband , rascals 2nd dad, tired 24/7

rocky: leader, fierce/stern ---> fierce yet kindhearted <3, DAD

kizzy : rocky's right hand ---> rocky's daughter (( SORRY I KNOW UR MORE OF THAT PLS BLAME MY PAST SELF ))

kaito: rocky's right hand ---> calm in-laws-, HE'S SO CUTE????!!!

#i miss them everyday </3

[hajimeseyo]

[hajimeseyo]

Of All Things, I Became...

You always imagined that if you woke up in the world of Genshin, the possibilities of being a Visionless wielder of elements and a slew of romantic shenanigans would lie in your wake. But when you instead find yourself in the body of a Genshin mob with romance likely out of the question, your only conclusion is that the gods of reincarnation isekai hate your guts.

cw. you lost the isekai 50/50 and became a genshin mob

pairing. genshin x reader

notes. i read [of all things, i became a crow] and decided to run with it. i apologize for nothing. i might add more species from genshin depending on my mood lol. this was originally only going to be about an aranara!reader but... i got inspired

Of All Things, I Became...

... an Aranara

... an Oceanid

... a Geovishap

... a Thunder Manifestation

... an Anemo Slime

So you died and woke up as a Genshin mob. At least you got some cool powers out of it, I guess. Results may vary in trying to get a travel companion out of it though. Not all non-human races in Genshin are created equally, you come to learn.

My Body is Mine Once More

Aranara Edition

Oceanid Edition

Geovishap Edition

Thunder Manifestation Edition

Anemo Slime Edition

After ingesting an elemental crystal, you manage to get your body back! More or less. Not everything about you has returned to normal and if you ever get too emotional, you turn back into your mob form. At the very least, you still are able to use your sick ass powers, so that's a bonus!

Traveler Specific

Headcanons

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bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

#oh look my much needed dose of serotonin

[hajimeseyo]

12:27am — hanemiya kazutora

kazutora finds it quite odd how whenever you kiss him, there’s always a specific place where your lips land. 

and it’s always on the mole under his right eye, just above his cheekbone. 

it took a while for kazutora to notice honestly? he wasn’t really the brightest tool in the shed. but when he asked for a kiss, and you pivoted towards his mole, pressing a sweet kiss on it, kazutora’s right eye shutting close due to the proximity of your lips. 

“mwah!” you over exaggerated, giggling at the deadpanned expression kazutora gave you, but his heart fluttered nonetheless. 

“baby…” kazutora calls out and you hum out a response, “yes?”

“why do you keep kissing my mole?”

you play dumb. “i’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” kazutora frowns. “this one.” he points to the mole below his eye, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling at how adorable your boyfriend was. 

“my cheek is right here.” he said, poking the fat of his cheek, that made you let out a small giggle before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head closer, placing a kiss on his mole then his cheek. 

“better?” kazutora pouts. “you’re not answering my question.” you smile, finally relenting and entertaining his query. 

“i’ve read somewhere that moles are where your past soulmate used to kiss you.” you say, smiling at the confused look on your lover’s face. 

so? kazutora wants to say but before he can, you continued. 

“and i did a good job in deciding where i want to kiss you in my past life, the mole looks so cute on you.” you say before pressing another kiss on it. 

kazutora freezes, the gears turning in his head before he registers what you just said. 

“you think we were past soulmates?” you tilt your head confused. “you don’t think so?” kazutora shakes his head immediately, “no, i do. i do!” 

“sounds like you don’t.” you clicked your tongue playfully. kazutora huffs before he places a quick kiss on your lips. 

“i do.” he insists, you laugh, nodding. finally believing in your lover. 

“good.” you say, pressing another kiss on his mole. you don’t even keep count at this point. 

“i better see that mole in our next life.”

note: i saw the mole and soulmate post again and thought of writing this,,, (i'm stalling from writing another fic i swear) small tora tag for @wriotheslays

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i just wanna say... shuta ang pogi ni izana sa style mo 😭🥹

ladies with gentle hands i present to u, izana 'crush ng bayan' kurokawa [also btw ty po ahuhuhuhuhuhuh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭]

+ bonus chifuyu bc ik hes ur fave :]]]

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sleepless nights

includes : takashi mitsuya x reader, 800 words , fluff

notes: couldn’t fall asleep so whipped this up:P

Takashi was wide awake. Only problem was it was well into the night. Luna and Mana were asleep. His mother was back from work and she’d have the day off tomorrow. So why couldn’t he just fall asleep?

It was you. Ever since the one time you’ve slept over. He can’t seem to fall asleep without you.

He groans, dragging his hand down his face, he throws his covers off of him.

He contemplates for a moment, should he?

Would you get in trouble?

Yet for once, he decides to just say fuck it. He throws on a hoodie and sweats, grabbing his keys.

He’s chewing on his lip, as he slides the curtain that separates his side of the room. He watches as his sisters sleep peacefully, a soft smile on his face.

He successfully exits his room, tiptoeing his way through the living room to find his mom on the couch. He sighs, walking over to her and pulling up the blanket that was over her.

He turns around and shuts the tv off, his heart is beating but he knows there’s nothing to worry about. His sisters and mother were sound asleep and his sisters would be taken care of. So he steps out of his house, locking the door and walking over to his bike.

Not sparing any time he gets on his bike, revving it and then he’s off into the night. The streets are not too bad, maybe only some cars, but it’s all peaceful to him. Despite all of that he’s exhausted, only thing on his mind being you and finally falling asleep. He drives swiftly passing street by street, knowing your home by memory.

Once he finally reaches your street he parks a little far from your house, knowing how loud his bike was. He gulps when your house comes into his view.

As he glances at your window he can see your silhouette. So he pulls out his phone sending you a text.

takashi💞

your parents asleep? 12:03 am

you<3

Yes why? 12:04 am

takashi 💞

open your window..? 12:04 am

Your eyes widen as you stare down at your phone, you run to your window, throwing open your curtains.

There’s Takashi, standing lazily with his hands shoved in his pockets as he smiles at you so sweetly.

“Hi baby.” He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice.

“ ‘Kashi! What are you doing here?” You whisper shout, your head shooting out of your window in every possible direction.

He chuckled at your reaction, already jumping up and inside your room. You stare up at him worried but his expression never changes, he always stared at you with so much fondness and admiration. It never failed to make you shy away from his gaze.

“What.” You whisper as he pulls your hands into his grasp.

“I missed you.” He whispered, carding his fingers through your damp hair.

You blush, he always stared so intensely with his lavender eyes, it made you melt.

“Is everything okay?” You look up at him and his heart skips a beat.

“Yea, I just couldn’t sleep…Can I stay over?” His hand reached your waist, rubbing circles on your sleep shorts.

“Yea but…” He immediately reads your mind when you look towards your door.

“I’ll be out before your parents wake up.” Your heart aches at the thought of him waking up early just to leave.

“Wake me up too okay?”

He’s ready to ask protest but you give him a stern look, making him laugh and raise his hands in defense.

Once it’s decided, you’re finishing up your skincare routine, rambling to your boyfriend that he’d caught you in the middle of it.

This past week you guys didn’t have a lot of time to spend with each other. You adored this small time you shared with him even going as far as doing your skincare with him.

Snapping cute photos of matching face masks, you both needed this. When he was with you, it’s like he could finally breathe. A big refreshing breath and a comforting fuzzy feeling was what you made him feel.

Once all was said and done you finally turned off your lamp, getting under the sheets with him. He lets out a long sigh, his arm draped over your waist as he memorized your features, engraving it all in your mind.

“Stop staring and sleep.” You whisper and he smiled widely.

“Can’t, you’re distracting me.” You push his face playfully turning around.

“Hey, that didn’t mean turn around.” He says in your ear, making you laugh.

He pulls you flush against his chest, shoving his face between your neck and shoulder blade. With one deep inhale he’s content.

“I love you.” He says so earnestly, you’re hot to the touch. He smiles at your reaction, letting your shallow breaths lull him to sleep.

When you were “sure” he was asleep, you uttered the words back, making Takashi squeeze you tighter against him, a pretty smile lacing his lips.

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

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We got a real jam going down

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hello i sent an ask b4 but i tht it wld be better to ask again...

just to inform u that me and my college's performing arts club r putting on a live play adaptation of dead plate! we're currently practicising hard every week 🔥 performance will probably be around april 26!

i wld also like to assure u that the only profit we make from this (if we make any at all 💔) goes towards our club funds (which r quite barren rn im ngl) and nothing else, and if u decide u want a share of the money we earned we wld be more than willing to discuss a share of the profits with u 🫶

Oh sorry for the late reply! I've been getting a lot of asks recently so I must've missed it!

Sure, you guys are allowed as long as proper credits are given to the original game and us creators (STUDIO INVESTIGRAVE: RachelDrawsThis, Ekrix, BellKalengar) and state that the play is an unofficial adaptation/not officially associated with the studio.

We'd also absolutely love it if you guys recorded the finished play and took pictures of any promotional material (like posters) or the script for the show and send it to us ([email protected]) so we can watch it, the production idea sounds really cool and it'd be our honor to look through them :]

Best of luck to you and your club, we hope everyone involved has fun!