#(only like four people saw hah)

[emmaiooo]

you're weak.

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6:43 PM.

“we’re still on tonight right?”

      “sorry. can’t.”

“why???”

“hello…?”

you huffed at the message, why is he not responding? it's not like he has some teen boy shit to do. opening your phone once again, you dialed geto. “yo it’s geto, leave a message after the beep.” you sighed, “you guys didn’t abandon me right..?” you whispered after the beep, then hung up and laid on your bed. 

NEXT DAY - 7:56 AM.

“morning guys!” you smiled happily at the duo, bringing your hand up to give gojo a high-five, like you always do. “oh uh, not right now y/n, we have class.” gojo shuffled away from your presence. you froze. “o-okay.” you gave him a weak smile, and turned around to walk to your class. as you walked away, you saw from the corner of your eye that geto was whispering something to gojo. damn, where is shoko?

4:12 PM

“here.” shoko handed you a drink as you were sitting on the stairs of jujutsu high. you looked up, shoko had a cig in her mouth as you grabbed the sparkling soda from her hand. “thanks.” you mumbled. you both sat there in silence, waiting for someone to say something. “seems like they’re ignoring you.” shoko said, finally breaking the silence. “where were you shoko?” you asked, opening the soda can. “had a bunch of tests for medical school, passed with flying marks.” shoko smiled as she made a peace sign next to her face. “hah, really? you definitely cheated.” you giggled, letting out a breathy laugh. “i’m…going to go to medical school now, so i’ll be absent more.” shoko said, taking a breath from her cig. “oh…okay.” you said quietly, looking down. shit. now what are you going to do? you wished you were in a normal highschool, with a normal amount of kids, so there's not only just four people in your grade. you don’t even have anyone to hang out with now, no one to talk to. even the first years shunned you. haibara said he had bad feelings from you, and nanami is just not talkative and listens to haibara. utahime didn’t like you either, and mei mei is only interested in getting money, which you had none of. stupid fucking curse. your cursed technique always scared people, you had sharp fangs and always had a pale look on you. you looked like you were cosplaying as a vampire to normal human beings. everyone hated you because you were scary to look at. 

FEW MONTHS LATER - 11:30 AM - THREE SECOND YEAR STUDENTS SENT TO TAKE CARE OF A SPECIAL GRADE CURSE; ONE SEVERELY INJURED.

“you’re so fucking stupid! can’t even do one thing right when we asked you to! this doesn’t make sense at all, you are a special grade sorcerer!” gojo yelled at you, you have never seen him this mad before. “sa-” you said, before getting cut off by gojo. “don’t call me satoru. it’s gojo to you.” he spat out, looking at you without his glasses, which had long been gone since the fight with the curse. “g-gojo, we still managed to kill the curse, and shoko can use rct on geto!” you tried reasoning with satoru. indeed, it was your fault that you made a small mistake on the mission, but gojo couldn’t be blaming the whole thing on you right? geto can survive this, the doctor’s said it too. you don’t get why gojo is so upset about this whole ordeal. gojo groaned loudly, “y/n this is why you can’t do shit. i’m going to talk to yaga about not having any missions with you anymore, you can go on missions by yourself. you’re a special grade anyway.” gojo rolled his eyes as he started to walk back into geto’s room. you sat there, letting all the words sink in. just one more year, one more year with them and you can finally leave. 

2 MONTHS LATER - 9:23 PM

“y/n! are you okay? where does it hurt?” shoko ran to you, “you’re so stupid, why did you go alone on this mission?” shoko was panicking, already trying to heal you after you called her when you were on the brink of death. “uhm…i…” your eyes were blurry, looking around and spotted two males. you could see the anger in gojo’s eyes and the horror in geto’s face. “did you exorcise the curse?” geto asked calmly. shit..you forgot geto needed the curse to eat. “no..” you looked away from him. “oh my god y/n!” gojo groaned and put his hand on his head. “the best thing you could’ve done for us was to trap the curse and wait for us to get here! but now we lost a special grade for geto to absorb.” gojo was clearly irritated. “b-but the curse could’ve killed me! how could you say that?” you cried, thinking about how unreasonable gojo could be. “you’re a special grade and still can’t seem to carry out a simple task, you’re weak.” gojo said with venom, making your heart hurt. “she did her best gojo.” shoko tried to reason with him, still healing your wounds, “and that was good enough.” 

the next day, your wounds were all healed, and your mind was clear. 

“y/n, you sure about moving to kyoto?” - geto

        “yea.”

“alright, we’ll miss you.” 

like hell they would, you thought to yourself. they wouldn’t understand no matter how much you explained to them your feelings. especially gojo, he was born as the strongest, the whole world power balanced after he was born. you could never compare to someone like him. 

get stronger.

the words rang through your head. 

get stronger. 

and you will. 

(honestly this did not turn out the way i wanted it, might get a rework.)

#angst #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader angst #geto x reader angst #shoko x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #fanfic #sad #writing is hard #weak

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Three

Based of this ask (the dialogue from there is used here)

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism, noncon, non-Consensual somnophilia

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

“Finish her off, Norton.”

When he first saw you, he wished you were dead. Just another rich kid with pockets lined with daddy's money. Your fucking suitor laughing as Norton was getting jumped for his lunch. Sickening, the misery of the poor is entertainment for people like you! Laughing as they fight for table scraps, as the poor are willing to do anything to just have a warm bed to sleep on, speaking on behalf of the poor yet none of them ever struggled!

Every day is a fight. Every night is a fight. The moment he was born, his fate was sealed in the black ink signature of your father's name. Norton had no chance, your father stole that from him!

What? Do you think a few shared meals would make him suddenly think differently of you? Ha, no, he meant what he said back then. If things worked his way, you would be on your knees sucking him off while your father grieved seeing his daughter sell herself for his survival.

The nerve you have to spit out that nonsense about change, hah, politicians say anything for some votes. Everyone knows the corporations won't let them actually change things. Too many hands have been greased to change the status quo. 

Nah, the only change he cares about is whether or not he will get out of this debt his father cursed him with by striking it big.

Damn, bastards! Damn all of them to hell and back!

It would be no surprise if they do not find any gold, they use him as a scapegoat. Quick to take the credit, quick to throw to the wolves. Your father will soon be like all the others.

Buried alive. At least in death, everyone is made equal.

Norton’s hands squeezing your throat, a grin on his face seeing you struggle to breathe.

Until your hand touches the scar, soft and gentle, he can see the tears running down the side of your face. Your voice cracks as you beg him to snap out of 

“Norton~,” The purr of the voice in his voice feeds into his anger, “She's right there. Just get rid of her!” Yelling at him.

It will be quick, a snap and all of it will be over.

Yet, he finds himself thinking about the bread you made for him. Yes, it was for him as a gift. Warm, moist, and fresh; all for him with a cup of warm tea.

Your father… You are not like him. Like others who laugh and look down at him, you honestly want to help. Stupid girl, truly, big dreams with no idea how reality works or how this world will chew someone and spit them out.

No good person lives long enough to see the change they fought for happen.

He flinches, you cup the side of his face, “Fight it.” Desperately trying to call out to him. “Please, Norton.”

“Come on, Norton.” Exaggerating the word ‘on’, dragging it out as if bored. “You have an arrogant little flower under you.”

When you approached him, you referred to him as ‘Mr. Campbell’ as if you respected him. It felt like a joke, an insult as you could—should—have been like everyone else. Constantly fighting, struggling, hyper-aware, plotting. He glares down at you, grabbing your hand and slamming it hard on the ground while making sure to have a painful grip on your wrist.

The pained sound you make is music to his ears, the wicked grin on his face growing with 

The rise and fall of your chest makes him very aware of your breasts covered by the blouse. Whenever he sees you around the worksite, you look… Normal. No showy dress, no lace fan (the one you did have you broke), hell, everyone saw you only wear pants. 

But here, right before the end, you are wearing a dress. The sort of dress one wears in the winter, a bright color that greatly contrasts with the current environment.

“Why don't you show this selfish delicate flower how to behave… Hm?” Dragging out the last few syllables as if moaning with excitement.

You have the nerve to smell good too, clean and sweet like a ripe freshly washed fruit.

The fight for air is a struggle he knows you cannot win. Watching your eyes roll back, the small fading gasps for air, and soon your struggling becomes weaker and weaker.

“Nortoooon,” The voice rings in his mind echoing in his own voice, “.... Come on now….” The voice draws him back seeing your life fade by his hand.

Slip you into unconsciousness. Body going slump on the ground, you look peaceful now.

Did he kill you?! Shit, shit, fuck! He shakes you then places his hand over your chest, a sigh of relief as he hears your heartbeat. The twisted thoughts in his mind raced between needing to escape and… And… Your perfume is sweet. Your clothes are so clean. You are like an angel sent from above into this dark hellhole.

The first button is the hardest, his hands are unsteady.

The second button is easier but still hard, the voice tells him to take; after all, your father took everything from him too.

The third button reveals part of your chemise, plain which he supposes he should have expected to not look like one the other miners talk about after a venture into a pleasure den.

The fourth button and the voice is getting angry, yelling at him again to hurry. Norton swears he can feel something moving his arms without him doing anything.

The other buttons are ripped open, his face buried in your neck as he sharply inhales, it is so different from his own skin. Soft, bathed, unmarked.

“Bite. Mark her.”

It speaks and he does it. Each touch of his chapped lips on your flawless skin is marked by his teeth. Some barely barely a mark while others are deep enough to leave dark bruising, those are above your breasts. Your clothes are cumbersome and it is more work to try to remove your clothes in a civilized way rather than ripping them open, but that is what he does.

The personality switch is not instant, it is through the actions he would have never done if not for this damn cave. He was the ripe fruit plucked and feasted upon, his mind slowly corrupted by the abyss he was forced to dig through.

“Fuckin’ hate you wearing these.” The voice is darker, laced with greed and lust, he tears open your bloomers as if it was made of paper. A mess of your clothes half torn and his buckle that decides to be a pain in the ass, not like he can stop himself.

The only moment he stops is when he growls at himself for not knowing what to do, of fucking course he knows the layout of what to do but the fine detail escape him. Worse, the guilt in the back of him is fighting himself right now. Fighting enough that he has to remove a glove, spit on his hand, and jerk himself off.

“Damn you,” Touching your legs, his black dust-covered glove marking your skin, he finds it rather hotter than the bitemarks all over your neck. When he kisses you, oh you taste like something sweet too, he has to stop to cough out his damn lungs. “When I am done with you, you won’t even know how ruined you are going to be.” Exasperated and angry.

When he is hard enough to thrust inside of you, he swears he saw stars. Bliss but you are so tight. Dry too but this is not about you. The scent of blood makes him laugh as you just lost your virginity in a damn coal mine--Blood for blood, justice.

Each thrust is hard because he hates leaving your heat. Your body reacts to him by getting wet, your moans in your current state are low,  his pace is awkward and selfish. This whole situation is selfish. Grabbing everything he can touch about you, kissing you when he needs a taste of you. When he feels himself about to cum, he makes sure it is all over the floor with your blood.

The whole activity was tiring.

The voice is in control, pleased but annoyed as he now has to figure out what to do next. Kill you with the others or… He raises an eyebrow at a bright idea.

#reader insert #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #norton campbell x you #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell #idv reader insert #idv prospector #idv x reader #idv norton #idv x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #identity v #nsft #tw noncon

[stevesjockstrap]

Somebody to Love

@stcreators event 04: music

Steve/Eddie • rated G • 90s, no upside down, single dad Steve • read on ao3

Eddie loathed the early shift at the record store, but Allan had moved away and the new hire was a college student who had class every morning, so Eddie had begrudgingly agreed when Chrissy had explained the situation.

He was not a morning person. But he figured since the store was usually empty in the morning, he could use the time to write music or work on his D&D campaigns. Then go home and nap.

Everything changed the day the new customer walked in. It was just after nine, and Eddie had had about four sips of coffee when the bell on the door jingled.

“Welcome to Chrissy’s Classics,” he monotoned.

“Mornin’,” the guy mumbled, giving him a nod.

He tried his best not to stare as the man walked aimlessly around the store. He looked younger than Eddie, but had more laugh and worry lines. They suited him. Showed off that he’d expressed himself a lot. He appreciated those things about people. Scars and freckles and callouses and liver spots. Those were the things that made you real, the things that showed you really lived.

The customer’s hair was hidden under a beanie, but his sideburns and the too long tufts on the back of his neck were a gorgeous and intriguing copper color.

They made sudden awkward eye contact when the man looked up and Eddie immediately ducked his head down to his notebook. His closed notebook. He heard a small snicker and he winced. Caught.

Deciding to go for broke, he cleared his throat and looked back up. “You need any help finding anything today, sir?”

The man laughed, grinning over at him. “No, I don’t think. And lose the ‘sir.’ It makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not ancient,” he argued. If he was ancient then Eddie was already dead.

“Thanks, I’ll take that today,” the man gave him a crooked smile. He held up a record and nodded towards a listening booth. Eddie waved a hand.

That was good. Let’s him off the hook of making small talk. At least until he’d woken up a bit more.

A few minutes later, though, he almost dropped his coffee cup when he heard singing coming from the booth. Not entirely on key, but belting out George Michael without a care in the world, and it brought a smile to Eddie’s face. So new guy assumed the booths were soundproof. They definitely were not.

But over the next couple weeks this became their norm. Usually the first customer of the day, if not the only customer Eddie saw during the morning, Crinkly Eyes would show up, they’d have some pleasant small talk about the weather or a new album release that week, and he’d end up in a booth. Where he’d sing. Usually some pop hit, but sometimes going rogue and choosing The Cure or Van Halen.

While Eddie would pretend like he couldn’t hear. Secretly serenaded while he mapped out his campaigns or doodled. Tried to decide when he’d gather the courage to ask out the hot guy who didn’t know he was putting on a concert for one.

When Chrissy stopped by early to do payroll, she heard him in the booth and raised an eyebrow. Eddie shook his head pointedly at her and she’d just shrugged.

“Whatever, weirdo. Your funeral when he finds out eventually,” she’d scolded quietly as she walked back to the office.

Then on a perfectly ordinary day, Crinkly Eyes walked in with his nails painted. All different colors and what had to be glitter, the sunlight catching on it just right. Eddie couldn’t drag his eyes away, the juxtaposition of the big manly hands and the pretty nails causing his brain to malfunction.

The man blushed so prettily, too. “Oh,” he murmured. “I forgot. Um, my daughter, she- well she only has twenty of her own nails to paint. She was upset that she couldn’t use all the colors.” He raked a hand nervously through his hair.

“Looks nice, very pretty,” Eddie offered with a lopsided grin.

“Hah, thanks,” he stuck his hand out finally and introduced himself. “I’m Steve, by the way. Thanks for letting me come here like every day and annoy you. My kid, she started half day kindergarten around the corner… and I didn’t want to be far, you know, if she needed me? And I can’t stand being home alone anymore. It’s too quiet.” The man, Crinkly Eyes, Steve, realized he was rambling and pulled his lips in between his teeth. Adorably.

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s pretty boring here in the mornings, anyways. Chrissy would probably be happier if I sold you something, but it’s fine.” He laughed at Steve’s stricken face. “Seriously, it’s cool. At least you’re dusting off the record players for me, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve said a bit awkwardly.

“You should bring your artist daughter in some time. I’d love to meet her.”

“Oh? Y-yeah, that’d be okay?” He seemed to be asking a deeper question.

“I’d like it, or maybe we could do dinner just the two of us first. Before I meet the family.” He winked.

Steve sucked in a breath but recovered quickly. “Yes! I mean, yeah, uh, we could definitely do that.” His eyes crinkled up more as he smiled wide.

It wasn’t until after their dinner that he confessed to listening to him singing every day, and he’d watched mesmerized as Steve turned a brilliant red and stammered at him.

Title from the song Somebody to Love, Steve would’ve been stoked about the George Michael release.

#two fics in one long weekend- not bad #event fic #mine #steddie #Steve/eddie #Eddie Munson #record store #Steve Harrington #give steve all the babies #stranger things #stranger things fic

[archiveikemen]

'Absolutely Obedient Maid' Collection Event

Jude Jazza

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

special thanks to @otomefiend for providing the story~ ♡

Jude: Some guy you don't even know demanded you to be his maid, and you were about to respond with “yes, understood”.

Jude: … Are you into that kind of stuff? I’m repulsed.

Kate: That’s not true…!

And why were Jude and I bickering again?

It started when a woman happened to bump into me while I was accompanying Jude as a fairy tale writer. She looked like a maid, and accidentally dropped the laundry she was carrying…

The man next to her who appeared to be her master was about to whip her, when I reflexively jumped in to shield her from him. The “deal” I made with the master seemed to have upset Jude.

Kate: I just thought that if I did the laundry, that maid wouldn't have to get hurt.

Jude: You have a strong sense of justice. I’m impressed (sarcastic).

Jude: There was no guarantee that laundry would be the only thing you'd be doing.

Kate: We can’t make sure of that anymore, though…

Before I could even nod, the master who said to me “if you shield her, you’ll be a maid and wash the dirty laundry” turned pale and ran away the moment he saw Jude.

Kate: It’s not always you see people turn pale at the mere sight of someone’s face. … Until that face was yours.

Jude: But thanks to that bastard, you don’t have to become a maid anymore, isn’t it?

Kate: What?

Jude: Are you going to leave your debt unpaid?

Kate: …!?

My body instantly grew tense like a reflexive reaction.

I was way too familiar with the weight of the words “indebted to Jude”.

Kate: … I- I’ll treat you to lunch as a thank you.

Jude: I don't want that.

Jude rejected my offer and stared down at me with predatory eyes.

Jude: A debt, huh… ah, that’s right.

His thin lips lifted into a sinister smile.

Jude: How about becoming my personal maid as a way to repay your debt? If you can do that for some stranger, you can do the same for me, yes?

Jude: I’ll show you just what it means to be in a contract of absolute obedience.

…

Jude: What? I can’t hear you. Say it again.

Kate: … Ggh.

Jude: If you don’t say it louder, I’ll stuff a cloth in that useless mouth of yours. You better do your best.

I was with Jude in one of his trading company’s warehouses, where I trembled with fury at his degrading comments.

Kate: … I will obey your every word, Master.

Jude: Sit.

Kate: … Huh?

Jude: Didn’t you just say you’ll obey me? Sit.

Sitting on a crate, Jude hurled heartless and shameful commands at me, and I gritted my teeth while obeying every one of them.

A shiver ran through my skin as I sat on the chilly warehouse floor.

Kate: … Rather than a maid, I feel like a dog.

Jude: You’ll obey my every command, so that makes you no different from a dog.

Jude stood and carelessly stepped on the hem of my long skirt with his fancy black shoes.

(I won’t be able to stand up quickly like this—)

Jude: Shall I rip these clothes off, put a collar on you, and take you on a walk?

Kate: A- Absolutely not…

Jude: Can a dog talk back to its master?

Jude: If you’re not willing to obey me, then you don't need this mouth.

He reached out to cover my mouth with his large hand, and I immediately apologised.

Kate: I- I understand. I was too thoughtless, I’ll reflect deeply on my actions…!

Jude: Oh, really? I’ll forgive you if you get on all fours and bark for me.

Kate: … gah 😖.

My face turned red in embarrassment from that humiliating command.

(...... I’ll even toss my pride into the sewers if it means I can finally put an end to this.)

I unwillingly got on all fours as ordered while glaring at Jude.

Kate: … ugh… woof.

Jude: Hah, you look like you want to chew your master’s head off.

Jude: … I like that defiant look in your eyes.

Kate: Wha…

Jude: I didn't plan to play around with you but…

Jude: I’m interested in hearing how you scream and cry.

Kate: …!?

He grabbed my arm and before I could process what was happening, he roughly pulled me up and pushed me against a wall.

Both my hands were pinned together against the wall, causing me to be unable to resist.

Kate: L- Let go… — ah!

My body jolted as he pushed his leg in between my legs.

(Are you kidding me right now, no way, is he serious?)

Jude: …

Jude stared coldly down at me with an unreadable expression.

Kate: N… No… ah

I struggled and tried to escape, and a sweet numbing sensation ran through my body when Jude’s knee rubbed against the spot between my legs it was touching.

My head turned into a mess, filled with feelings of fear, frustration, and shame.

Jude: … What are you so worked up for? I barely moved.

Kate: Move… please move your leg away…

Jude: Getting yourself off using your master’s body? You fail as a maid.

Kate: That’s not…!

Jude: How about you deal with this by yourself as punishment?

(... You’re the worst!)

His whispering in my ear sent shivers through my spine, my legs felt like they were about to give way.

Jude: If you saw another woman being treated the same way you are right now, what would you do?

Kate: …!? Of course I’d call for help…

Jude: Tch… you’re a real idiot.

His cold gaze didn’t look like he was mocking me, but rather he looked angry.

Jude: You’re supposed to answer “I’ll ignore it”. You didn't learn your lesson at all.

Kate: Wah—!?

He pressed his leg harder against me.

The sensation it made between my legs caused a noise to escape my mouth involuntarily.

(I- I can't believe I just made that noise…)

Jude: How do you expect to “help” someone with that weak little body of yours?

Jude let go and I fell to the ground, turning red in humiliation.

Jude: If you want to keep hanging around me, then drop all that sort of lip service and virtuous thinking.

Kate: …!

Jude: If you can’t do that, then just make up some bullshit excuse for the mission and go back to sleeping curled up in the castle, Princess.

I stabilised my ragged breathing and bit my lip.

(... Jude is warning me.)

(I can’t do that… I can’t abandon my ideals and my mission.)

(Also… why does he have to resort to such dehumanising methods to give me a reality check?)

(I… I want to understand him.)

I took a deep breath to pull myself together and faced Jude directly.

Kate: I choose neither option.

Jude: … Looks like I should've shut your mouth after all.

Jude muttered those words of displeasure and left the warehouse.

And I dragged my aching knees and body after him—.

#ikemen villains #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #otome #cybird otome #ikevil collection event #jude jazza

[kiralisa]

BABYSIT GONE WRONG??

probably two parts, sukuna being sukuna. You gotta an attitude, masochist if you squint, not proofread bc I’m silly like that. MDNI

Abt: you’re a special grade sorcerer, second to Gojo. Ofc you had an ego and a bit of an attitude but who would’ve guessed it would be you watching the king of curses…and who would’ve guess it would be him fixing ur attitude.

You wouldn’t say you’re a brat. You’re more like a sarcastic smartass that’s all…you’re a special grade sorcerer, second to the Gojo satoru. So of course your ego would be a bit high for someone who’s had all the odd against them. After yuji itadori was able to abstract sukuna and his soul apart from eachother, sukuna was placed in confinement and his new cage was being isolated with wraps and wraps of talisman. Of course someone would have to “babysit” him to make sure he didn’t cause any mess people wouldn’t be able to clean up and of course…that would be you.

“B…babysit?!!” You yelled clearly shocked and annoyed, you turned to Satoru while grabbing his clothes (your curse technique allows you to disable any curse technique or any attack that has curse energy, enabled in it.) “Look we need someone to keep him on a leash…if you do it I’ll let you use my black card to buy whatever you want.” Ur eyes soon shine with excitement. “Perfect!!! Show me where the ancient grandpa is!!!” You said clearly excited that you’ll be maxing Satoru’s card (which is impossible.)

Skipping your way to the locked door with what looks like a thousand talisman but you didn’t have a care in the world. You simply opened the door easily before pushing the two doors making a loud shoosh almost confusing you because of how easy they were to open from the outside. you soon saw the four armed monster who blankly stared at you making it almost impossible to read his expression. “Great another brat.” He stated before deeply sighing. “Oh calm ur tits babes, I’m only here to ‘babysit’ you~” you said in a sarcastic tone. He turned to look at you clearly pissed off, if Satoru was gonna make you watch him you’ll do it your own way…

“So….why are you uh….that.” You said trying to make small talk. “What do you mean woman.” He said in a deep voice, you couldn’t tell if he was deepening it on personal. “Well I mean you have 2 arms…4 eyes…hey do you have 2 di-“ You were quickly cut off when Sukuna slammed into the cage full of talisman. “Oh..?” You said a little shocked clearly off guard. “You speak to much.” He said while grabbing the cage to were his knuckles turned white. “Aww what are you gonna do about it~” you said clearly laughing because he isn’t able to do anything to you because he’s stuck in the cage.

“If I got out of this…hellhole of a cage you would regret every word you said to me.” Sukuna stated with a scowl on his face. “Awww is Suki flirting with sweet lil me~~~” you said tapping his nose…big mistake. He quickly grabbed ur arm and dragged it in his cage making your body hit the cage with a loud bang. “O..ow asshole..” you yelped trying to get up before he stepped on your arm making you stream in pain.

Sukuna smiles before grabbing ur arm and dragging you even closer into the cage. You quickly tried to get away from Sukuna. “Hah…you can’t even get me in that cage….weak bastard..” you said weakly getting up trying to wipe your bloody nose. “You know…you act all tough but I know the only thing you’re good for is babysitting.” He said in a deep chuckle, of course your ego couldn’t let him say that. “Oh really bitch?! Try me asshole.” You said while angrily walking towards him. He watches you weakly stand while looking at him through the cage.

“Heh…and the only good thing for us being in a cage like the dog you are.” You said before walking away from him. You knew he was getting under your skin on purpose, you were doing the same but it’s only ok when you do it. You turn around and smirk sarcastically at him while he was still deadpanning you due to your comment. It make you chuckle. “So sukuna. Still being pissy?” You questioned with a laugh. “Keep laughing until I actually break your arm.” He stared deep into your eyes.

“What’s the matter old fossil, are you done being a big baby?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, after all the king of curses. Sukuna was helpless against you. You enjoyed his attitude although he almost broke his arm and made you bleed you still couldn’t help but be intrigued by the curse. “Hm..woman I need to tell you something.” He said before getting up walking towards the cage again. “Ugh what could it be king of curses.” You scoffed, 8 more minutes and you could finally leave, you soon heard a jingle of a lock. “Did anyone ever tell you…” you quickly turned to look behind you before u felt a large hand roughly grab you. “There’s a reason why the doors were locked. Because after all…you didn’t think a tiny cage would be able to keep me in?”

Should I make a part 2…?😍😈

Please do not copy, plagiarize, or steal my work!!

But please be inspired by this fanfic and make ur own!

#jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna fanfic #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna jujutsu kaisen

[bahllinsqrews]

Keeping A Kitten!

Yandere Riki Nishimura, Victim!Reader

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Ni-ki comes home to hear noises coming from upstairs, sounds like you're breaking something. He can't have his little kitten escaping, the hunt for you is on.

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This is just fiction, I normally won't do ones like these unless it's requested, but please keep these types to a minimum as I want to make sweet stories of him later on.

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Rough smut

Punishment underway

Bondage with chains

Yandere Riki Nishimura

Reader with a choking, and pain kink

Use of whip

Cowgirl Position

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The winter air was bitter, you were in chains around the house thanks to someone who had been stalking you for the longest time. He finally had you, all to himself and it made him smile. More than killing all those people who attempted to get to you. You were his and his alone. He had gotten home and heard noises from the top of the stairs, his eyes twitched at the chains on the floor, quickly realizing what was going on.

His voice was soft, but you could feel the anger seething through it all. You got the window open, jumping out, seconds before he reached out and grabbed you, his fist just barely making it as he huffed out. But one thing you forgot to take into account, was his speed. While you were running, he had given you a headstart before making his way to the door, following your footprints, he ran after you, making it to the forest that blocked the house off by the darkness.

You feared for your life, his chuckle filled the air around you as you covered your mouth shut. But of course, as you turned to check the trees, you didn't see him until you turned and saw the man behind you with an evil grin. "There you are...my kitten!~" he said to you before grabbing you by the throat and holding you tight. You tried not to show it, but you were feeling small tingles just below your stomach, he didn't miss that. He kept you in his hold until you passed out. You only woke up later, sitting on a chair facing backwards, naked. Your clothing was neatly folded on the table beside you and your body was chained down, your back presented to him. You jolted as he growled low in your ear, hands exploring your frame as he took in your scent, soft violin music playing in the background, your favorite song you used to play on piano.

His hands found his way to your breasts, pinches and gently groping your nipples. He almost drooled at how you quivered in the chair, helpless. "I would love to say that I would let you off the hook, but for escaping, I need to punish you~" he cooed before walking off, grabbing a small whip off the table and letting the first one crack a red strip on your back, it made you gasp uncontrollably, shaking already as you attempted to hold back a moan. "I want you to count them, if I don't hear you or if you talk back, I'll start over." He told you and you counted out each one by his request.

CRACK!!

"Two..."

WHIP!!

"Three..!"

Each one you took made you drench the chair under you in your love juices, he didn't skip that either, it made him hard to know about your pain kink so he turned it up a notch when he gave you the next three, you counted them too. The burning ecstasy you had to endure because you tried to get away. Your body felt like it was on fire with every hit of the whip.

CRACK!!

"Four...!"

WHIP!!

"Five...hah~"

SMACK!!

"Six...~"

He got to 10 whips overtime and you were crying but not in pain, in sheer pleasure. He moved toward you again, using his larger hand down to your clit to play with it and it made you lean back into him, he caught on your slick and took the chains off your hands, carrying you a little before sitting on the couch, you kneeling over his slouched position in cowgirl. Your mind was in shambles, he knew every inch of you from top to bottom and you couldn't escape that. You were a fool to try and run from a guy that knew you too well. Your eyes read 'Fuck me!' to him so he pulled out his hardened member and let you have at it, you riding him with his grip on your arms so you didn't fall off, your noises making him want to rail you into the cushions but he thought this would be a reward for taking your punishment so well, he picked up the pace. Every so often, he'd put the pain back up and give you heavy slaps on your ass, making you jerk backwards and almost fall again, he made sure to hold you tight as you wringed every last drop from him, resting in his arms when you were done.

"I'm sorry..." You say, he kissed your head and held you tight. "It's alright dear, just don't do it again, okay?" He said and you only nodded, smiling as you snuggled into him for the night.

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Yandere Niki smut order done! Please reblog, comment what you think, and like the story to save it! My ask box is open for any wants, please keep in mind the Masterlist rules!

#kpop #smut #enhypen #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen smut #niki smut #winter #winter themed #yandere

[teddypan]

I'm sleep deprived and got random thoughts about Niragi... So I wrote this

Honestly, I was bored and tried writing something for the first time, English isn't my first language so there may be some mistakes

Warnings: little angst, an attempt at comfort, mention of sex, Niragi, made by a sleep-deprived soul

The reader is annoyed with Niragi and decides to do something about it

You had enough, ever since you came to the beach, and it's been going on for some time now, it seemed like Niragi's main job was to annoy you.

You were relaxing by the pool? He had to throw remarks your way. You were on patrol? God forbid if he didn't try to poke some idiocy into your brain. Finally, had free time to relax in your room? Nope, he had to find some problem that you specifically had to go and resolve.

As it went on, solely the sigh of his tall lanky ass made you angry, the worst thing? He did it all with a smirk on his face, fully knowing what impact it had on you. Thankfully for other residents of the beach, you controlled yourself and simply ignored him. Which, mind you, he didn't like. Everyone could see, that he wanted to get a reaction out of you.

Till today,

you just came back from a game. It was four spades and it was supposed to be easy since spades are your specialty, as a professional stunt woman for action scenes. But no, not today. Not only were your teammates useless, they nearly got you killed because of questioning your capability. The game was finished only thanks to you, and it made you angry like nothing before. Out of five people, three died because of their idiocy.

When you came back, with an irritated face and first clenched to the point of making your palms bleed, your mind pointed to a bar with alcohol. He chose to speak and break your last straw.

"Hah, how did you manage to kill them in that? Did they have to save your ass like every guy you know?" ...

That was it, at this point he could say anything and it still would do the same thing.

Stopping in your track, you turned around and walked to him. Grasped his sleeve and started walking towards your room. "Oh, did you finally realize you want me?" He asked. With no reply from you, he still allowed you to drag him with no resistance.

The moment you both entered your room, he tried to kiss you. But boy he wasn't prepared for your push. Stumbling he fell on your bed, getting the breath knocked out of him. His rifle lying forgotten somewhere on the floor.

His eyes were in full-blow shock, looking at you, only his upper body had slightly risen, his chest rising in jagged intervals.

At that moment you knew what you wanted to do, he wanted a reaction, and he will get one. With confined steps, you strode toward him eyes hooded with a mixture of lust and rage.

"you don't have to be so pushy, I would have gone to bed either way or are you that eager for me," Niragi said in a joking manner. But with you not saying anything, he started to look unsure

"hey, answer me when I ta-" before he could finish, you were standing above him. His words cough in his throat, the look you were giving him made chills run up his spine.

Hard, cold, and predatory. After a long time, he felt small, weak, frozen in place unable to move. His body wasn't listening to him. Niragi felt hopeless, your eyes reminded him of his school days.

As you were standing above him, you saw fear, he started to draw fast breaths. His face lost its color, his eyes became unfocused almost as if he started to have a panic attack. By your proximity, you could notice his trembling.

Then it happened, out of his throat come a soft gasp, followed by a whimper right after. Almost instantly he pulled his arms over his head like he wanted to protect his face. He wasn't crying, but soft gasps and whispers could be heard as if he was in pain.

Niragi couldn't see anymore, he was remembering, feeling like he was back under the bridge. It hurt, why was he weak, what did he do to get this treatment? He was out of it, almost like in trance.

That's when all your anger disappeared, yeah he may be a jerk and maniac. But he only annoyed you compared to others and it was bearable honestly. So at that moment you slowly sat on the bed to not alarm him. Leaned towards him and pulled his trembling form slowly into the arms.

Now you were sitting on the bed, with Niragi in your arms, leaning on you. After a while, as he heard your heart, he slowly calmed down and stopped making sounds and trembling. That's when he sat up completely, separating from you.

"you didn't see shit, you hear me? Nothing happens, forget everything if you tell someone I will-" Niragi closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. "Yeah, I haven't seen anything, no worries," You said.

With that, he stood up, picked up his rifle, gave you a last look, and without a word left your room

After he left you lay on your bed thinking, about how this incident will change the dynamic between you two. It made you curious to know what made him act that way. With that, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

#dom reader #alice in borderland #aib #aib netflix #niragi suguru #niragi imagine #niragi x reader #female reader #alice in boderland x reader #sub character #sub niragi #Niragi

[mysteriousmissfsart]

Twisted Wonderland Stories and Scenarios #1

A Normal Day With The First Years

You’re eating lunch with the first years when an argument ensues. They want to know which one of them is the closest friend to you. They’re also being very loud while grabbing other students attention. The only thing you want is to eat in silence, so you decide to calm their worries by adding fuel to the fire.

Ace: I’ve had a question on my mind lately!

Jack: I can sense that it’s a provocative one. I would advise you against putting it into words.

Ace: Why?! I haven’t even said anything!

Deuce: I think that I’ll stand with Jack on this one-

Epel: Me too-

You: ………

Ace: You guys are just weak and afraid of arguing cuz you know ya ain’t gonna win! Hah! I’m not like ya!

Grim: Then tell us what ya got ta say! I won’t lose against ya, ya know?

Ace: *Slamming his fist against the table* *Pointing at Grim* Exactly! That’s why you’re my favorite raccoon!

Grim: *Angry* Whazzat?! I’m not a raccoon!

Ace: *Ignoring him* Anyways- I was thinking about asking who the closest friend to prefect is! So? Who is it? *Turning to you expectantly*

Grim: Fna?! What kinda stupid question is that?! Of course I’m my henchman’s closest friend!! Right? *Turning to you as well*

You: *Silently eating and ignoring the irrational discussion*

Ace: *Disappointed in your lack of reaction* *Turning to the others* What do you guys think? Who is the closest friend to prefect? I personally think it’s me! *Pointing proudly at himself and raising his head*

Deuce: Well, I personally think we shouldn’t discuss this. But- *Pondering about the possibility of him probably being your closest friend* I think I’m the closest to prefect if I could say so myself.

Epel: What typa trash talk izzat?! I am the closest ta prefect an’ ya can’t say anythin’ about it!! *Loosing his temper on the other three* I’m the closest ya hear?!!

Jack: *Concerned* Epel! Calm down! *mumbling* This ain’t ending well- *Scratching his head and looking at you* Are you alright prefect?

You: *Looking up at Jack with a defeated sigh* Kinda? I’m kinda fine? *Shaking your head* Won’t you place a bet on who my closest friend is as well? *Chuckling* Or are you not interested in engaging in their conversation?

Jack: *Scratching his head again* Well, it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re happy and trust them.

You: *Touched* Thanks! You’re a great friend Jack.

Jack: Not a close friend? *Laughing*

You: *Laughing as well* *Catching a glimpse of someone* *Getting an idea*

Jack: *Catching the mischievous glint in your eyes* I see that you have something up your sleeve-

You: *Glancing at the four troublemakers* Well…You’re right. I have just the answer that will silence them.

Jack: *Sigh* I think I know what it will cause.

You: Wait for it.

*A couple of minutes later with the four troublemakers still arguing loudly in the background and catching more attention*

You: *Waving to someone walking by*

***: The Ramshackle dorm prefect is waving in our direction! I think the prefect wants to engage in a conversation!

***: Then we shall go and engage in one, should we not? It is an invitation after all!

You: *Nudging Jack* Jack! Look! They’re coming this way!

Jack: *Surprised* Who? Oh-

***: Greetings! We came because we saw you waving at us prefect.

You: Hi, Lillia! I’m sorry for waving you over so suddenly. I saw that you had finished eating and were on your way out. I just wanted to engage in some conversation with you all.

Lillia: Do not worry! We were indeed finished. I am happy that you want to converse with us!

Malleus: Greetings child of man! *Smiling*

You: Hi, Tsunotaro! How are you?

Malleus: I- *Getting cut off* *Glaring*

Sebek: *Yelling* Waka-sama is absolutely fine! Why is a human like you interested in his affairs and how dare you wave him over like common people! You have to respect Malleus-sama!!

Silver: Sebek. You’re getting worked up over nothing. Let Malleus-sama engage in a normal conversation without butting in.

Sebek: I will NOT hear that from someone like you! We must protect Malleus-sama and ensure that he is respected!

Lillia: *Stern* Now, now Sebek. Listen to Silver he is right.

Sebek: But Lillia-sama! That human does not show respect to Malleus-sama!

Lillia: Enough. They are friends! Malleus has allowed the prefect to call him by anything.

Sebek: I understand. My apologies, Malleus-sama.

Lillia: *Turning to you* My apologies. I will have to take these two with me. Please engage in conversation you two. *Motioning to you and Malleus* *Leaves with Silver and a protesting Sebek*

Malleus: *Glancing at the four troublemakers arguing* *Looking back at you* I see that your friends are having a rather interesting conversation. May I ask what they are arguing over?

You: *Sighing in exasperation* Ever since lunch started……..*Telling him the whole story*

Malleus: *Grabbing his chin thoughtfully and closing his eyes* Hmmm….. *Suddenly getting a mischievous glance in his eyes* I might have a solution.

You: *Grinning* I think we are on the same wavelength!

Malleus: *Surprised* We are?

You: Yes!

Malleus: *Chuckling* Then, shall we?

You: *Giggling excitedly* Yes, we shall.

*After going over the plan*

You: *Pushing your chair back, loudly* *Talking loud enough to grab the attention of the arguing boys and Grim* I am finished eating and I will go on a walk with Tsunotaro!

Ace: *Whipping his head in your direction* Tell us who your closest friend is before you go!

Grim: Right! I wanna know!

Epel: Yeah, tell us!

Deuce: I’m sorry prefect, but I really want to know now.

Jack: *Sigh* *facepalm* I don’t think they’ll shut up about it if you don’t tell them.

You: *Grinning mischievously* Do you really want to know?

Four troublemakers: YES!!!

You: My closest friend is Tsunotaro!

Malleus: Indeed I am!

Four troublemakers: WHAT?!

Jack: I told you so. *Chuckling*

You: *Turning to Malleus* Shall we venture out on our walk then?

Malleus: *Laughing heartily* We shall indeed!

Both of you walked out while laughing at their facial expressions. You had a long walk around campus while talking about various topics, suddenly laughing every now and then at the memory of the event at lunchtime.

“The event at lunch time” a name with which it was referred to, became a story to be told when one wanted to bring laughter to everyone’s faces.

The End

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A/N

Thank you for reading!

I would love to get feedback from you!

#twisted wonderland #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lillia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola #deuce spade #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #jack howl #twst grim #ramshackle #twst silver #story #twst scenarios #scenario #x reader #platonic #friendship #epel felmier #pomefiore

[spontaneousglitterbees]

(click for better quality, ID under the cut!)

nobody is sure exactly why they hang out, least of all the two of them

[Image ID: a digital comic drawn in all red-pink tones following Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Oma at Hope’s Peak Academy, 20XX.

Panel One: Nagito stands left with a calm expression while an agitated Kokichi follows to the right, a bit behind as they walk down the hall between classes toward the viewer. They are respectively labelled “Just saw Hajime” and “(still) playing emotional chicken with Saihara”.

Panel Two: Kokichi smugly twirls a strand of hair around his finger, side-eyeing Nagito. “Hah, where the hell do people even get the idea we’re at all alike, Komaeda-chan? As if!”

Panel Three: A thoughtful Nagito stops to consider, pressing the forefinger of his robotic hand to his chin. “I suppose through a certain lens it kind of makes sense. You are the Ultimate Supreme Leader, correct?” In the foreground, Kokichi replies “last time I checked~”. In the background, however, we see his emotional response to Nagito’s question shove the speech balloon out of the way as it exclaims (in Oma’s head) “Damn right!”.

Panel Four: Nagito, unbothered, puts on a cheerful expression. “So, you’re just as Worthless as I am, Ouma!” The word “Worthless” is larger than the others, superimposed over Nagito’s face. A small arrow points to Nagito, stating “0 sarcasm detected”. Kokichi, in a sub-panel, smiles and tilts his head while one eye twitches. “what.”

Panel Five: Nagito, posed like Kokichi’s own mischievous sprite with his forefinger to his lips as he grins, begins to tear into Kokichi. “It’s not like you have a real talent. All you have is a set of mediocre, dubious “skills” spread too thin to be “talents” of their own. You’re only useful to push people with real futures toward their hopes. You’re a stepping stone too!”

Panels Five and Six are separated by a scene. The truth bullet interface, loaded with a crossbow arrow rather than a bullet, appears along the diagonal panel division. The fletching of the arrow is labelled “Dissociation to Cope”, with the implication being it will be shot at Kokichi in the style of a Class Trial. Kokichi stands over both panels with his back turned to the viewer. The topmost “X”-shaped stitch on his jacket is exaggerated and highlighted, as it crosses in the direct path of the arrow and gutter between panels.

Panel Six: The panel is spread into four distinct parts, separated by the figure of Kokichi with his back turned.

In the first, Kokichi uses lockpicks on a doorknob as three shadows (Shuichi, Himiko, and Tenko) wait in the background.

The second shows a close-up of a cork board and a string connecting two polaroids of indeterminate people. There are labels beneath each reading “(Wei)rd” on the left (Kiibo) and “Trust(worthy)” on the right (Shuichi). Between the two photos, Kokichi has written “Protag?” on the corkboard itself.

The third, smaller scene shows Shuichi standing at his podium during a class trial, depicted across from Kokichi. The back of Kokichi’s head is to the viewer. The figures are small enough Shuichi’s expression cannot be read.

The fourth scene shows a dying Kokichi lying on the hydraulic press in the Exisal Hangar, eyes closed and hands neatly folded on his shirtless, bloodied chest as he waits for it to close. The empty bottle of Strike-Nine Antidote lay on the ground beside the press.

Panel Seven: The scene returns to the school hallway. Nagito is shown in profile, while Kokichi is simplified in the background blankly staring at the ground. Nagito speaks up: “Ah, sorry. I still talk too much...”

Panel Eight: Kokichi takes out a lockpick, presumably hidden in his hair, with a “shhHING’ sound effect like a sword. His expression maintains a smile, but it has turned manic; there is no catch of light in his eyes as he stares at an offscreen-Nagito with a three-quarter view. Beside Kokichi, text reads: “DICE- murder No, maiming Yes” on one side and “So mean!” on the other. Kokichi says: “Alright, lucky-boy, how about a ten-step head start?” In an octagonal sub-panel, Nagito holds both hands in front of his chest in a placating gesture. He replies “fair....” with a withering look. End comic. End image ID.]

#danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #sdr2 #drv3 #drv3 ouma #sdr2 komaeda #nagito komaeda #kokichi ouma #oma kokichi #dr #TAPP AU #fanart #glittersart #can someone say 'i see parts of myself in you and loathe every second of it' ? #drv3 spoilers #ouma-face komaeda isnt real and cannot hurt you #also kokichi your fuyuhiko is showing... #i have many favorite parts of this tbh pls laugh with me #if anyone knows who started 'ouma keeps spare lockpicks in his hair' pls tell me so i can thank them personally it is. so funny to me #like they have an ultimate swordswoman i dont think he needs to hide them hes just paranoid #cw blood #if you SUPER squint its. kind of obscured tbh ? but in case #cw negative self-talk #not sure if thats a tag but uh. #nagito being nagito #i reserve i just got into dr recently so maybe im misreading but like. #isnt nagito thinking your talent lackluster and still talking to you kind of his version of implicit praise?? like ouma's you arent boring #but theyre not remotely alike noooo.... #comics

[lostinbooks14]

Times in the Wilderness

Noodles Acts Cool

Leo waited for Piper to come meet him at the door of the Math classroom. Dylan had stayed behind to wait with him in the empty hallway, which was not comforting at all. An aura of death and blood still count to him, which didn't make sense. If anything, it should be clinging to him. He doubted Dylan, no matter how muscly he was, had the guts to actually kill someone- but then again, neither did he.

"That was quite the performance back there huh, noodles?"

He looked at him in confusion, wondering if he was talking to him. Noodles?

"I've never heard you talking, you know. Are you actually mute though?"

He shook his head, which was probably not solid proof, but thankfully Piper came.

"Hey, Dylan...Nice of you to wait but we're all good now," she waved goodbye and hurriedly walked away, Leo at her heels.

"No offense to Dylan, but I'm not really a huge fan. He feels...off, somehow. You feel it too?"

So he wasn't the only one. He nodded.

"I don't mind when we're in crowded places, but a deserted hallway, eh...not so much."

The afternoon went by quickly. Piper took him around the school, talking about clubs and societies and sports he might want to try out (he definetely would not). She also gave a running commentary on all the teachers and most of the students they saw, so that by the end of the day, he was exhausted and knew too much about guys who ate their own boogers.

Leo had mumbled said a goodbye at his dorm room door, not wanting Piper to see what would most likely be a horrible first meeting.

He pushed open the door to see his four roommates. He knew, ultimately, that he had to get along with them. The others were older than him, and only stayed with him when he was with Piper- these kids though, stayed with him when he slept. He had to make sure he was safe.

He held up a hand and grinned. He could be pretty convincing when need be. "Hey, folks! I'm Leo the newbie, now your other roommate. Pleased to meet you."

A black guy as wide as Leo but about a foot taller spoke up, "you our age? Didn't see you in class."

He gave a carefree laugh, "hah, yeah. I got put in a Year 10 class for some reason, though. Apparently I'm 'advanced'," he chortled. "Dumb shit. I can't even read one sentence with my dyslexia doing my brain in. I swear once I read 'underwater' as 'underwear' in front of the dang principal. No regrets though, he was a major arsehole."

The guy's lips quirked at that. A short, fat guy gave a snort. And the other two were smiling. Game won.

"I'm Julius. You seem like a fun guy, Leo. I get the feeling we'll get along. I'm here cause I bit off my old man's fingers by the way."

"I'm Simon. Drug addict or whatever." That was the short fat guy with the pale skin that seemed to peel off his body. He'd been like that for a while too, he recalled. Maybe not that bad though.

"Minho." A buff East-Asian guy. "Stole a bunch of dogs. Them people thought I was gonna eat them."

"Were you?"

He scoffed.

"Nah, I set all 44 loose in the nearby Target for fun. Them huskies went all out on em pork chops."

"Mike," the blond dude grinned. "Here for anger management issues. At least that's what my dad said when I broke his new car with a hammer."

Violent. Ok. Definetely NOT safe.

"What are you here for?"

Oh shit... but then again, he doubted anyone would believe this bunch of psychos if they evrr decided to tell anyone, so he decided to tell the truth. Some of it, at least.

"Drug addict. Ran away from a bunch of foster homes and an orphanage. Permenantly injured the last dude who decided it was a good idea to let me in their home." He decided not to mention that it was self-defense, since the psycho had tried to tie him back down on that horrible, gruesome, stinking bed he'd been trapped on for three fricking months.

Or that he had murdered people.

Leo found that whenever he put on this act, his mind would put it on too. Everything that had kept him screaming and crying in his bed last night suddenly seemed much more comical and light-hearted. But there was only so much time you could block a volcano.

So Leo had decided to let the lava leave at an average constant rate, instead of suddenly letting it all explode and burn everything to the ground .

With his terrifying fire powers, that was an actual possibility.

"Sick, dude." Liam gave him a finger gun.

He gave back two before plopping down on his bed as the bell rang.

"Lights out in ten?"

"Thirty. Now's bathroom time. The matron comes around to check on us afterwards. After that it's back to gossiping."

"Matron?"

"She'll introduce herself in the morning. Explain where your dirty undies go and all that."

"OK? Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling pretty tired after driving halfway through the country, so I'm gonna crash."

Minho gave a thumbs up. "I'm feeling kinda tired too. Friday and all. I'll crash too."

"Same," Julius agreed. Simon seemed put out but didn't argue.

...

Leo took off the towel he always used to cover mirrors after slipping in to his clothes. It was something he'd picked up at his first orphanage. He didn't need to see his skinny, bruised, and carved body twice a day. He didn't need to see it at all, actually. So the towel worked great.

He was the last to use the bathroom, so the lights went out as soon as he got into bed. The Matron had come around before he went in, a strict, short woman who clearly hated her job, and snapped at them a bit. Then she snapped at him a bit more and promptly dissapeared.

Leo liked the bed, it was comfy but not too comfy. He'd never had a bed at this specific level of comfort before, except when he slept with his mom, so he sank in, feeling his eyes droop. He vaguely recalled that he was going to stay up just in case he had a nightmare (or someome decided to murder him) before he was pulled headfirst into one.

@im-always-lost-in-a-book glad to see you're enjoying it❤. And English isn't my first language so please excuse any weird grammar mistakes😅.

#heroes of olympus #leo valdez #leo hoo #piper mclean #leo valdez angst #times in the wilderness #leo valdez fanfic #hoo fanfic #heroes of olypmus fanfic #original character #next one is the nightmare and i want to go all out #i should probably remember to put tws

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

I saw a Goddess...

Monty liked to consider themself a reasonable person, sure deciding to go on a two month long trip out to sea with the two most autistic people Montys ADHD ass had ever met, and a rambunctious ten year old that sounded like Puss in boots got violently sick, might not have been the best idea... but Foxy said that Monty just needed to know the basics of fishing, boat care and star navigation to be okay. That and Monty was promised money at the end of it.

Another reasonable thing, the chance of getting away from their father sounded much too sweet of a deal to pass up. Not that they didn't love Pops but... the man was a bit... pushy.

Monty grunted as they lugged a sack of potatoes onto their shoulder and worked their way onto the ship, it was a small thing, as again, there would only be four people on it.

Monty sighed and looked across the dock where they could see Sun and Moon scrambling to grab a few things off their own boat, having just gotten back from their own trip. They had been gone for about a week doing god knows what, they hadn't even gone far. Monty recalled one night where Puppet was drunk out of his mind and pointed out the dinky little boat out a few miles before promptly throwing up on Monty's shirt.

Whatever, it was just two months, then Monty could grill Moon about whatever the fuck the twins and Lunar were doing in that time.

Two months. Thats all, they would be fine.

"OUTTA MY WAY!" Monty yelped as FC ran past with a bag almost twice his size, "FATHER ENTRUSTED ME WITH THIS!" Monty rolled their eyes and pushed their dreads out of their eyes as they followed FC down the stairs.

"Even with that stupid bad he refuses to put down the wooden hook" Monty jumped and swung the bag, and would have hit Puppet in the head had he not ducked.

"Calm down big guy-

"Not a guy"

"Big person who I very much care about and am very sorry for misgendering, its just me" Puppet grinned and ducked under Monty's arm with his own sack, "Can't kill me before we've even left the dock"

"Might make yer face look nicer" Monty gruffed as he dropped the bag to the floor, deeming it the proper storage place.

"Hah hah, funny" Puppet deadpanned as he disappeared into another room, but not before FC came sprinting out, wooden hook in his Mouth with Foxy right behind.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY ABOUT TAKING MY FUCKIN' DRINKS?!"

It was going to be a very long two months.

One week. One FUCKING WEEK. Monty was going to murder them all. She yelped as a wave struck the side of the boat throwing her into the wall. She could vaguely hear Foxy yelling at FC to get downstairs and FC responding back in an upset tone. God, she was gonna be sick- Rain and sea water abused her skin as she gripped the side of the boat and forced herself into a standing position. The boat lurched again and the front dipped into the water.

Monty took a deep breath in and glanced around, and for a moment everything was still. Monty glanced up and swallowed thickly at the wall of water barreling towards her. Oh fuck- Monty didn't even have time to scream before she suddenly felt weightless- and then plunged into the water.

...

She was vaguely aware that she was sinking like a rock, the world around her stung her eyes and threw her every which way. Her lungs hurt and it felt like someone was slugging her in the stomach. Monty closed her eyes, what was the point in struggling at this point? She didn't know which way was up or down...

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Something grabbed her elbow and dragged her forward through the icy water. Monty squeezed her eyes tighter, letting the things... hands? Run over her arms, face and chest. The other hand traveled up her neck and if Monty wasn't already struggling to breathe her breath would have caught on the back of her throat.

The hands trailed up her face and pulled at her cheeks and then opened her mouth, releasing the last bit of air she was desperately trying to hold on to. The nimble fingers pushed her eyes open and forced Monty to look at them.

Oh stars above...

They were beautiful, Monty stared into the prettiest blue eyes she had ever seen, the creature's face was a split of grass green and an ocean blue. Their round face was framed by a mass of puffy white hair, floating wildly around their head and conch ears. If Monty wasn't drowning at the moment she probably would have said something really stupid...

The creature's hand rested on her cheek as Monty's vision went dark around the edges, she glanced the creature up and down, wanting to drink in their image before they died. Monty paused and stared at their bottom half in wonder, a long green and white glittering tail swayed lazily back and fourth. Apparently they found this ogling rude and smacked the side of her head lightly, forcing Monty to look into their eyes again. Suddenly a flash of Gold and orange was pushing at the first creature. Screeching in a language Monty didn't understand.

They had what looked to be a net in one hand and began quickly wrapping it around Monty, working too fast for her to get a good look at them.

There was something so familiar about the new one...

Monty rolled over and gagged, "ere- w- go" floods of water escaped her mouth. Someone wrapped their arms around her chest and squeezed, forcing her to gag up more water. Monty shivered, her cold wet clothes doing little to block the wind.

Another set of hands... or a hand, hoisted her up onto uneasy feet.

"Hey, earth to Monty!" Monty blinked and glanced to the side where Foxy was, the older man looked worried, "Ya alright?" Monty shrugged, her throat felt raw and broken.

"Words Gator, use your words" Puppet said, arms still wrapped around her waist as they started dragging her around.

"I saw a goddess" Monty rasped dreamily, staring at the water.

"I think someone swallowed too much sea water" Puppet said as Foxy pushed open the door to the sleeping quarters and shuffled over to Monty's part of the room, flopping the second youngest down unceremoniously.

"She had a tail..."

"And maybe a fish"

Part two?

@lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety

I did a thing!

#sun and moon show #monty gator and foxy show monty #montgomery gator and foxy show #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show earth #monty and foxy show #Monty gator and foxy show Puppet #lunar and earth show #I saw a Goddess Au

[rosietrace]

『 A not-so-simple life 』

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩◊⋆゜【❀】

「 ❏ Statement of Sumeragi Yuuta, regarding his life before coming to Twisted Wonderland 」

❏　〈 Statement recorded by Sumeragi Yuuta, prefect of Ramshackle 〉

❐　〈 Statement has been stored within the Night Raven College archives 〉

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『 Statement begins. 』

I really don't understand why I have to talk about it. If you ask me, Crowley shouldn't know anything about my life before coming here at all.

Unfortunately, let's just say he was rather…. Persistent, in wanting my statement. The statement of my life, that is.

I guess I should call it my ‘old life’.

…. I'll just get straight to the point. I wouldn't want to bore anyone who's listening to this statement, after all.

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩◊⋆゜【❀】

For seven years of my life, I was living out on the streets. Homeless, malnourished, and really unclean.

Sure, I lived in a homeless shelter for a while, but things got complicated. And difficult. And I left once I turned four.

…. I'd rather not specify why.

I never knew my biological mother, or my father. No idea what happened to them, but… I'm scared to find out.

I'm not sure why.

But either way, I don't wanna make it too much of a hassle to explain. I was living out on the streets for the first seven years of my life.

I often had to rummage through the trash of fast food joints for food, and all the water I drank usually came from the lake in one of the local parks.

It wasn't an easy life. I honestly pity little me for having to go through all that for so long.

Eh. But what can you do, right? The past is the past, so…. Might as well make the future a little brighter.

And that's what I thought they'd give me. The Kenshō family. Old money.

Really traditional, and really rich.

They named me ‘Yuuta’. Or rather, I told them my first name was ‘Yuu’, and they simply added to it.

Not that my name would've changed the way they raised me.

I don't even know why they adopted me in the first place. If they were gonna adopt a child, they should've at least given that child some good old-fashioned acknowledgment!

Hah, then again, knowing them? They were way too focused on making a profit than taking care of the child they decided to adopt off the streets! Assholes, is what they are!

…. Forget them. Forget that life. Fuck them, and fuck their money.

I… If I'm gonna make a statement about my life, I might as well talk about something — someone — I actually care about.

I met a girl when I was in the fourth, maybe fifth, grade. We knew each other up until our second year of middle school. And after that? I never saw her again.

There was nothing between us. If anything, I like to think she saw me as a brother, rather than anything outside of that. I certainly saw her as a little sister.

It makes me feel even shittier, going back and remembering the way I treated her once we got into the sixth grade.

I don't even know what came over me. I just…. I just decided to treat my only friend like shit, just for the acknowledgment of people who never gave that much of a fuck about me.

And it sucks. It sucks to know that I tormented her up until the second year of middle school, and before I could even begin to apologize — she left.

Maybe it's for the better. Maybe she's happier now, now that she's far from me.

….. I miss her. And, I wish I got the chance to apologize to her.

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst yuu #yuusona #yuuta sumeragi #sumeragi yuuta #nrc oc #ramshackle oc #twst ramshackle #twst ocs #night raven college oc #ʚ♡ɞ — oc backstory! #『 yuuta ❀ 』

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jack Howl Port Wear Personal Story: Part 2

"I gotta get over there, fast!"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Crane Port – Pier]

[rabble, rabble]…

Jack: Mr. Manager… Oh, wait, I mean, Mr. Project Leader. Thank you for your hard work. It's getting pretty crowded here, huh.

Restaurant Manager: Yep. Looks like some of your schoolmates, and other early morning customers all have been posting stuff on Magicam.

Restaurant Manager: Everyone who saw the ads for the food stands, or the pictures of the Port fest, are coming over to the venue in droves.

Restaurant Manager: Kind of feels like most of the people who live here on Sage's Island are all gathered here, doesn't it? It's really spectacular.

Jack: So everythin's going smoothly so far, then. Glad it's getting heated up already.

Restaurant Manager: Yeah. There haven’t been any huge issues yet, either. There's only been a couple instances of people looking for the lost and found.

Jack: Lost and found… Oh, right. On the way here, I found a stuffed goat plush and a keychain shaped like a rudder…

Jack: And, I also picked up a real paper-thin wallet that smelled of perfume, so I brought that too.

Restaurant Manager: Thanks. I don't think… Yeah, neither of these have been reported missing. I'll keep them here at headquarters until the owners arrive.

Restaurant Manager: By the way, how is your food stand doing? Think you guys'll make any money?

Jack: Yessir! Just a little bit ago, we even had a long line of people waitin'!!

Jack: That's why I tried to help take orders too, but…

Restaurant Manager: Hm? What's wrong? You seem a little deflated.

Jack: I think I scared the customer a bit. I was just trying to serve them just like everyone else was…

Restaurant Manager: Gahahah! That's true, you don't really have any sociability, and you're huge and intimidating, y'know!

Jack: Hey, don't laugh! I'm hoping to be able to get a little better at it, at least before this Port Fest ends.

Jack: At your restaurant, I did a ton of heavy lifting, and helped out around the kitchen, yeah…

Jack: But now I wished that I had also waited on customers on the main floor

Restaurant Manager: I get that you want to have as much experience as possible. But honestly, I don't think it's really that important for you to force yourself to be friendly, or anything.

Jack: Huh?

Restaurant Manager: I've hired many students part-time over the years, but you're probably the only one who was never late or absent without notice.

Jack: That's how it should be, no one should be late or absent without sayin' anything.

Restaurant Manager: And also, you always took the initiative to help restock seasonings, and carry the delivered ingredients to the warehouse.

Jack: Well, yeah, because I was there to do that kind of work...

Restaurant Manager: Hahahah! So, yeah, that's why I chose you as the leader for the committee, because I believed in you.

Restaurant Manager: Also…

???: Hey, y'all're in my way, move!!

???: Excuse you, don't cut the line!!! We've been waiting in line for four hours now!

Jack: Looks like something's going on over near the ship stage. I'll be right back!

Restaurant Manager: Whenever Jack was on shift, we never had to deal with any customers that would raise their voice or start a fight.

Restaurant Manager: If that guy's around, this kind of trouble is sure to be solved quickly. He really is a reliable kid.

[Golden Straw – Deck]

 [rabble, rabble]…

Jack: Woah, this is a huge crowd. I gotta hurry and find whoever was yelling earlier.

Jack: Excuse me, I'm a member of the Port Fest executive committee. Please make way!

Female Attendee A: Ugh, I just can't believe it! We've been waiting in line since this morning to get the best seats to watch the show…

Male Attendee A: Hah, you just won't stop yammering! Just calm down and wait for the show to start, already!!

Jack: I hear some arguments all the way at the front of the line… Is that loud guy the one who cut everyone waiting?

Attendees: That's right! We were all waiting as we should, and he just…

Male Attendee A: WHADDYA SAY!? BETTER NOT BE SLINGING LIES ABOUT ME OVER THERE!!

Attendees: Urgh…

Jack: Not only does he cut the line, but then he has the nerve to threaten everybody… Does that guy have no common sense at all?

Jack: Hey, you. If you want to watch the show, go back to the end of the line.

Male Attendee A: No way. It's these idiots' fault for letting themselves get cut off.

Jack: Haah? No way it's the fault of the ones you cut off. If you're gonna keep causing a fuss, I'm gonna have to bring you back to the committee headquarters!!

Male Attendee A: Ugh, shut up alrea… Eeek!? S-Sorry!! It was all my bad, I'll go to the back of the line right now!!

[runs away]

Jack: What the hell was that? He just took one glance at my face, then ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. He shoulda just listened in the first place.

Female Attendee A: That was so intense! Thank you, Mr. Committee Member, sir! Thanks to you, I'll be able to cheer on my friend's performance from the front row!

Attendees: You did great! / That was so cool～!

Jack: I-I was just doing my job… Damn, even the restaurant manager is grinning at me from over there.

Jack: Th-There might be some other issues goin' on in the area. Guess I'll go make my rounds elsewhere.

[Crane Port – Pier]

Jack: Okay… Looks like there no troubles around the stage area other than that one guy jumping the line earlier.

Jack: All that's left is for me to do one more glance around the food stands and I should be done.

Jack: It'd be great if nothing happens…

???: S-SOMEONE STOLE MY WALLET―――!!!!

Jack: A pickpocket!? Damn, one thing after another.

Jack: I think the voice came from the Sea Breeze Market. I gotta get over there, fast!

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #jack howl #twst jack #twst translation #twst port fest

[astro-break]

Thoughts on the 12th ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware

Season 1 | Ep.1 | Ep.2 | Ep.3 | Ep.4 | Ep. 5 | Ep. 6 | Ep. 7 | Ep. 8 | Ep. 9 | Ep. 10 | Ep. 11

I love these two they're so stupid and cute ofc they're fighting about what place they're gonna open akira's ideals vs satoru's flashyness. i like how satoru is the one who dreams big between them while akira is more down to earth and focuses on the things that can make others happy too

ah so this is how they originally got arrested huh? metaphorically and literally stepping on their dreams damn

thats a tone shift damn i hate that this anime made me care for two gay dead people (so much that i accidently wrote a fic for them whoops)

genuinely i wonder what the IVs are for, it has to be important enough for kaibyakumon to hide them in his projections

like theres four of them. what do you need so many iv bags for mdude?

i still think the who will answer my questions is on par with roxas being a looser

like damn chiaro is very gay living on within his totally platonic bro friend who is modeled after the guy his original died with

good for him honestly, radical change very rarely comes from peaceful actions

damn another leader unit song? suckssss was looking forward to a nigumi

ah no fake out

oh heay hifumi got his jacket back and is straight to complementing his bestie

I like how MTC is taking a more leadership role in this since it is more military focused and they are quite literally the military unit

that would have been more poignant if we Saw how much shinjuku meant to him

Amanda squeakkkkkkkk shes best character ever

soccer idiot what a meathead

also i love the fact that jyushi thinks that the ball is jiro's friend

oh look at that thinking, Scuro does have have some brains in there

OH THEM!!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE I MISS SECRET ALIENSSSSSSS Iris being slay as always never flinching from samatoki shes such a badass

oh i do not miss rex www iris is as sassy as ever and i love her

i like how the villains are playing these smart, its good. just as i type that kaibyakumon does something idiotic by hiding in the most obvious place

oh wait there was that shadow in like ep2 or smth. that was him. that was kaibyakumon. H U H

ww i thought only gentaro got in

LETS GO OOOOO SCURO BBY YOU ARE DOING SO WELL OH YOU

suprised that they all survived gett in blown up by a bomb without any injuries wow

HAHAHAHA JYUSHI oh you lovable boy

haha kick like soccer ball

damn sheer dumb luck saved them huh unfortunate but at least best boy was the one to show the way

oh gods this is the chuuni group and i love it i love how gentaro is just playing along

with the power of music and gayness he will prevail!

damn hes doing it by himself no holograms needed! oh im proud of himmm what a strong boy!

i like his rap tbh its very much about unity and experience, everything he as both chiaro, scuro, akira, and satoru together make up who the person is, they will have their just revenge, they have learned from their mistakes and they will fight for what is theirs. its really good

also he refrences spawn camping www their combined version does seem like the toxic type of guy who would

awww the heroes too have the power of gay and music by their side

i find it hilarious how jyushi enunciates his team name www its true tho none of them have an ass to speak of

honestly? this one is better than the 3gumi one

oh he holds the mic to his heart …

damn ripp the artificial gays they were good. i liked them :((( wish they stayed alive D:

oh those eyebagsss they're heavyyy hes haunted by les horreurs!

oh he loves them, he loves his boyssssss hypmi really be burying their gays and letting their father mourn

lmfao did aliens really just knock out the chuuoku girls driving the plane and fuck off to bukuro love that iris is the one driving tho, love that for her

hah, not a bad episode, i didn't hate it but it wasn't great either. I enjoyed the gay things and the Secret Aliens cameo but overall just no much really popped out to me unlike ep 10

also i just noticed that sasara's suit the pattern is just overlayed on top of the suit not drawn on. cute

#hypmic #hypnosis microphone #Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle: Rhyme Anima+ #hypnosis mic rhyme anima #hypmic spoilers

[r1999-transcript]

A Nightmare At Green Lake 03 - Empty Pillbox

Bonfire Camping Area

Sonetto: This … this must be the camp.

Horropedia: Huh … Hah … I sniff conspiracy in the air. What will happen here? Murder? Sacrifice? Spy attack? Or evocation? Let me see, let me see, let me see … What do we have here?

Sonetto: These things have been left here catching dust, and I see no footprints or any signs of activity. Seems like it has been deserted for a long time. Iron buckets, felling axes, picnic mats. Considering we are in a campsite, it is only normal to expect these tools to be here. Hmm. What is this?

Sonetto crouches down, carefully checking at a half-revealed, muddy piece of metal.

Horropedia: Anything? Have you found anything, Sonetto?

Sonetto: Something is buried in the ground. Right here.

She breaks a twig from the bush. Without hesitation, she pushes the mud clods aside with the twig.

Horropedia: A box, made of iron or aluminium. It looks like … like a candy box. Judging from the rust, it has been buried here for four or five years. A kid’s candy box? No, adults can love candies too … Looking at it from a different angle. Is its owner still alive? What happened to the person here? Why was this box buried with a battered magazine?

Vertin: From the traces of activity here, it’s probably been left by its indiscreet owner. Wait. Is this the “Green Lake Campsite”? We just met a mad man who called himself an oracle. He drove people away from the land of demons. Open it. If this is from a brutal crime, there might be some evidence inside.

Horropedia: We are all ears, Ms. Vertin.

The metal box opens up. There’s nothing in it, except for the metal that made up the box.

Tooth Fairy: This is not a candy box, it is a pillbox. Correction, it is an empty pillbox.

Vertin: You’re back, Ms. Tooth Fairy. What did you find when you explored the campsite?

Tooth Fairy: Roughly the same as here. Near the woods there’s a place for firewood cutting. More traces left by critters can be found near the woods than here. I also found the teeth and claw marks of giant critters as well as some excretion.

Sonetto: That is to say, one gigantic critter inhabits here, if not more?

Tooth Fairy: Yes, that’s why I came back here. Watch out for the critters. We may have stepped in their territory.

The bushes rustle. Just like the crucibles always give off a whiff of smoke when a witch casts the spell …

Sonetto: ?!

This is also the right moment for a spooky figure to rise from the bushes.

Critter: *roar*

…

Joint Foundation of SF

Z: Yea, I understand. I’ll tell them to be careful. Yes … thank you for your advice. Bye. Angie, come in. This is the file that the Timekeeper submitted, it’s about the “Storm”. Please hand it to the research department.

Female Investigator: Affirmative. I will bring it to them.

Z: Next month, your squad will be dispatched to North America to join Zeno for a joint mission. The tactical unit under the Timekeeper will be replaced by the third squad. Please complete the handover procedure before you leave. By the way, your application for the outing permission has been permitted. The document will be posted to your dorm mailbox by 7 pm tomorrow.

Female Investigator: I’m very grateful for your help, Madam Z!

Z: You’re welcome. Get some good rest. Don’t forget to remind your team members that actions outside the areas mentioned in the application will not be allowed. They need to return back to the Headquarters by the specific time and check in once they’re back.

Female Investigator: I will, Madam Z. I will look after them.

Z: Off you go… Oh hey, Angie. I heard that the Tooth Fairy has returned to the Foundation. Please tell her to come by my office when she’s available.

Female Investigator: Ms Tooth Fairy? I suppose she has gone by now. On my way here, I saw Joshua and Vertin were with her. They seemed to be… Planning to travel.

Z: Joshua? To travel? … No. Nope, I haven’t received his outing application.

Female Investigator: Which … which means…

Z: *sigh* …He did have some past records of violation, such as, being late, absent from duty, and taking action without permission. His past records means that his outing application will not be permitted. He must be well aware of it. That’s why he wasn’t even bothered to apply for one.

Female Investigator: My… No wonder he always said: “Let’s start off immediately and come back furtively so nobody will know.”

Z: Don’t be nervous. Our priority now is to get them back and minimise the possible consequences. Angie, do you know where they are going?

Female Investigator: He men… mentioned … I’m trying to recall… It’s … Green Lake. They were heading to Green Lake Campsite!

Z: Green Lake? …You mean … the Green Lake Campsite established by Zeno?

Female Investigator: Yes, Madam Z.

Z: It’s even worse now. I’m sorry Angie. Please inform the 7th and the 5th squad to stand by. We’ll head out at any time.

Female Investigator: Yes! I’ll fetch them now!

Z: … Hello, is it the liaison department of Zeno Armaments Academy? I am Z, please put me through Lieutenant Vanya…

#reverse 1999 #events #a nightmare at green lake #1.2