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kazuichikazuichi · 1 year

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Kazuichi for the ask game ;)

oh my goodness.........KAZ MY BELOVED. i've spent well over 2 hours non stop writing all of this out lol help me😭 i love him so much, he is my favourite character of everything ever, so thank you very much for asking about him!! i hope this is enjoyable to read, and to anyone who doesn't like him all that much, maybe reading this will change your mind! :) <3<3<3

favourite thing about them: so many things, he is so so so special to me!!!! he also partially reminds me of myself, and i am very attached to him :) i love his character design (and i love that it's explained yknow? it's not like oh yeah he has naturally pink hair for no reason), i love his voice and speech patterns, i love how clingy he is, how realistically scared he is compared to some other characters considering he took part in a literal killing game, how smart he is, how 'normal' his talent is (it's a realistic talent idea for a school like hopes peak, its a normal talent someone could develop after years of working in their family's shop, and its academic so the school would want him yknow? like no offense to e.g. mondo, i love him but why would they want a biker gang leader in a school like that lol😭) anyway i'm already rambling and im only on the first question oops lol. final favourite thing to mention is his tiny braid. soooo cute n silly. and i love his earrings. and how one sleeve of his jumpsuit is cuffed higher than the other. okay no i need to stop rambling now

least favourite thing about them: i don't like how he's so often dismissed as just a comedy character or a pervert or whatever. i wish he'd been written in a little more depth so he could be given a chance by fans who automatically dislike him. i love him so much and i want everyone to experience the joy of loving him!!! he is a sweetheart inside i promise

favourite line: engines revving!!!!! ✊😛✊ lol i also like i'll bury you and your hamsters 6 feet under!!!! and general gundham insults they all make me giggle

brotp: literally EVERYONE omg, i love his friendship potentials with the whole sdr2 cast! buuut some i particularly enjoy are ibuki, fuyuhiko, akane and mahiru :) kaz and ibuki would be so SILLY together i love them, i wrote a pekobuki fic with her and kaz being bffs and it was so much fun to write! she would love to put his hair into fun styles and paint his nails :) fuyuhiko aaa i love them together (also love them as a ship) i like the idea of fuyu being the voice of reason between them, telling kaz off when he needs to and keeping him grounded in reality! akane would sooo be like a sister to him i love her, they would get into lots of mischief together, have food fights, wrestle in mud etc lol. then mahiru aww also so like a sister to him, but akane is more like a twin and mahiru more like a big sister :) mahiru would help him look after himself, help him comb chewing gum out of his hair if hiyoko sticks it in there lol etc. also love him and nekomaru as friends too and ughh i could literally list every character here with a specific headcanon for their dynamic

otp: i'm gonna have to say soudam!! i absolutely adore them, they're so sweet and i think about them all the time :) they could be so good for each other if they settled their differences. one of my favourite dynamics is that gundham has feelings for him but kaz is just too silly to notice lol. i've published 9 fics on ao3 so far, 4 of which are soudam, including a 5-chapter fic (i normally just write oneshots, and the only other future multi chapter fics i have basic mental plots for are also soudam lol so you can tell i love them) they are just so special to me :) some other kaz ships i enjoy are him with fuyuhiko(!!), hajime, and i also quite like him with nekomaru too! :) and my fave non sdr2 ship for him is leon, their ship name is bubblegum rock, isn't that just the cutest name ever?!

notp: if there's gonna be a notp it's gonna have to be sounia, i love them both dearly as characters but just not together. my interpretation of his crush on her is that he is gay, and uses her as a fake crush to hide his sexuality to avoid getting bullied, and his reasoning is that she's a very conventially attractive blonde PRINCESS, nobody would question him for having a crush on her, right?? hence why he finds her hobbies weird etc and doesn't show an interest other than "wow she's so hot" lol. i don't think he realises at ALL how uncomfortable he makes sonia, he's just glad that she doesn't like him so he doesn't have to actually be in a relationship (my 5 chapter soudam fic started with this idea by the way!) and i like to think that if she sat down with him and properly explained why it's not right, he'd cave in and come out and apologise a lot and cry :( also think his treatment of her is partly just, he doesn't understand social cues and social norms very well (me too kaz me too) so he just is doing his best to appear normal :'(

random headcanon: when he listens to music, he sings and dances around his room with a hairbrush!!! but he would be VERY embarrassed if anyone found out :) i have lots of silly little headcanons like this for him that im probably going to post one day! i just think about him 24/7 so i have lots of things like this to say

unpopular opinion: i've seen quite a few people headcanon him as having adhd before, but i personally see him closer to being autistic! not sure really why, i just do! :)

a song that you associate with them: even though he's my favourite character ever i still found this super tricky to answer, song questions don't come easily to me i guess. but! my favourite artist right now is poppy, so "immature couture" by poppy! she has lots of different genres of songs but this one is SO girly and camp and i think kazuichi would love it and secretly listen to it a lot and dance around his room with his hairbrush microphone :'))) here's a link to the song!

favourite picture of them: SO TRICKY ummm my favourite sprite is the engines revving one lol with his tongue out but also love the beanie down over the eyes scared one. i love so many pictures but as a soudam shipper i suppose i will say this one bc ughhh they are just too cute!!:

some honourable mentions are his chapter 2 diner picture looking out of the window, his pictures in the chapter 1 party, and all of those anime screenshots like there's one of everyone on the beach where he's being buried by sonia and chiaki, one where he's at the top of a christmas tree next to gundham a picnic one etc. i love them all (i haven't seen the anime so no idea where these bits come in but i haven't seen scenes surrounding them just singular pictures?)

this was so FUN!!! ihad plans to write fanfic tonight but im glad i spent my time doing this bc it was so much fun, thank you for submitting him :D there's one more character in my inbox but it's midnight for me rn so i will either do it later tonight after a break or in the morning, if anyone else would like to submit a character for me to talk about that would be awesome!!

#kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda #danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #ask meme #ask game

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i-am-megalodonna · 2 years

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So in elsewhere and elsewhen getting the collector is basically the whole goal of philip does collector in any way try to change the timeline of him being manipulated by telling luz to not help philip????? Does luz feel anything from the fact that philip knows the collector somehow? Does she ask him about philip? The that part of episode is sorta focused on the collector so it’s interesting to know how that would change

Me when I first read this ask: Huh, that's a good question

Me two minutes later: oh that's a good question

This took me a hot moment to figure out and I had to talk it through with my sibling, so take pride in that I guess, lol. Time travel plots continue to be the absolute bane of my existence in new and exciting ways. Gonna put this entire explanation under a readmore because this got lengthy. There'll also be a tldr at the end.

So this episode gave me... a lot of strife. But that's what makes it fun yknow. Anyway, the main problem is that Luz goes back in time because she wants to meet Philip and find the Collector because they presumably know how to make a functioning portal door. Immediate and obvious problem: she already knows the Collector, so she already knows that that path is a dead end. In addition, I've been working with the idea that the Collector tells Luz Belos' true identity from day one. So Luz would have literally no reason to want to go back in time (that I could see).

The easiest thing to do would be to say "okay, it doesn't happen then". But I can't do that; if Luz doesn't go back in time and help Philip, then Philip doesn't get the Collector, and if he doesn't get the Collector then nothing in the show happens, and neither does my au. Plus we get cool aunt Lilith, and let's be real that's just indispensable. Point being, Elsewhere and Elsewhen is kind of a loadbearing episode.

In all fairness, I could just say that Philip finds a different sacrifice. I'm sure he could. But I'm not going to say that because it feels like a copout, and I don't do copouts (except for when I do, but I'm not here).

So after much deliberating and talking and writing in an attempt to add some sort of organization to my thoughts, I've come to the conclusion that I just need to change my au. The thing I mentioned at the beginning is now null - Luz doesn't know that Philip and Belos are the same. When Luz and the Collector meet at the beginning he tells her all he can about Belos' plans, but nothing about Belos' past. Mostly because he doesn't want her asking questions about their past, but also because they might not have thought it was relevant at the time. This would come back to bite them in the ass later (along with many other things).

When Luz learns about Philip and later on gets his diary, the Collector starts to get a little worried. But he can't rightly stop her from doing that because that would be hella suspicious. So they watch it happen and hope to the stars that it ends up being a dead end. They never did pay much attention to what Philip was writing in his lame book.

This finally brings us to Elsewhere and Elsewhen, where I will make one more small change and say that Luz is somehow prevented from hearing the Collector's name in the echo mouse's projection (which may or may not have something to do with the Collector themself). So she knows that Philip met with someone who supposedly knew how to make a working portal door, but not who. This last minute save doesn't help much, though, as this hole in information only motivates Luz more to go back in time and find out for herself.

Aside from that, Elsewhere and Elsewhen plays out pretty much the same. The Collector whines even more than normal that this is a waste of time and it's not worth it and there's no way they'll ever find one guy in a whole city and they should really just go home already. Unfortunately for him, Luz is having none of it. When they finally meet Philip, the Collector is silent.

When Philip uses them to get the door open the Collector learns something new, and they don't like it.

I considered him telling Luz that truth after E+E, but I realized it would be more effective if he didn't. His choice to reveal the truth to Luz in Hollow Mind is more meaningful character-wise if it's something he hasn't been willing to do before. At least, I think so. I'll probably talk about or illustrate that particular plot point more in a later post. But also, a large part of Luz's shutdown after going into the Emperor's mind is the guilt she feels about kind of being the reason Belos is able to end the world. If that reveal happens earlier, then most of that aftermath is diverted to there and she instead just feels angry at the Collector for lying to her again. This way she gets to feel both crushing guilt and anger. After all, why would I miss the chance to make Hollow Mind even more miserable than it already is?

I could talk more but this post isn't about Hollow Mind, and I think I've gone on long enough. There ya go, that's Elsewhere and Elsewhen. Hope this response sufficiently answered your question (and if not you can always ask more ha).

Tldr: The Collector doesn't tell Luz about Belos' true identity at the beginning, ultimately keeping the past intact. This information is revealed to her, by the Collector, in Hollow Mind.

#collector's curse au #toh #the owl house #the collector #luz noceda #philip wittebane #emperor belos #elsewhere and elsewhen #megalodonanswers

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caught-in-a-dusty-web-of-secrecy · 11 months

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hello loves!! <3

i am, in fact, alive. in case anyone was worried.

i have been really busy with catching up with schoolwork because i was sick and missed slightly over two weeks of school, but i should be posting more often soon,,,, hopefully.

anyways i got the results for last terms assignments for six of my seven subjects and. i am telling you all :]

the first three are,,,, not good. at all, for me at least. i got significantly less than i thought i would.

i got like 73% on my legal studies exam. most of the marks i lost on short answer questions. usually i'd be like, okay with it? but i talked to the teacher about why and the only feedback i was given was that she 'couldn't remember why she took the marks off, but since she had there was probably a reason so she wouldn't give me the marks.' the reason i'm most upset about that is like, i dont have a reason and she couldnt find one? so i think that i deserve the marks if she couldnt find anything wrong with it. but anyways.

i also got 73% on my english advanced assignment, which pretty much just pissed me off. the only feedback i got given on that one was that the teacher would have preferred it as a poem, which is entirely subjective and not the point of the assessment. i also took that to the head teacher, who pretty much said it was exemplary and deserved full marks but there was nothing he could do. so yeah.

i got 65% on my ancient history assignment, which was really disappointing, but i didnt expect to do that well on it, though i did expect better that that. basically the feedback i was given for that one was that, in one section i needed more sources to support my point, but that also the full thing was 'too detailed' which i dont really understand as i was in the word limit. but yknow, i know about the sources at least for next time.

for all those three i have like, a much better understanding of this terms topics though, so i think i'll do much better on whatever this term's assignments end up being (or at least i hope so). i'm just really upset about those three, especially english and legal, as i dont think i really deserved to lose the marks there, but they were deducted for no reason anyways.

anyways moving onto the ones im proud of.

first is business studies. i cried when i got my results because of how proud of myself i was. the teacher is known for marking really hard and i got 97% on the test, so i was insanely proud. the mark i lost was on a multiple choice question where i changed the answer at the last second, and i changed it from the right to the wrong answer, which sucked. personally i would have preferred to get something wrong where i actually didnt know the answer, rather than when i doubted myself. the doubt was because i always get confused between the two categories and i got it wrong alot in class, so i ended up rereading it and then getting nervous and changing it. but i am still insanely proud of that result.

the next is english extension. i did so much better on this one than i thought i would. i didnt think i did it that well and i expected around a 75% at best, but i ended up getting 90% and i was insanely happy. my teacher also gave me some really detailed feedback on what i did well and what not, so i actually have some concrete stuff to work on for next time. also two of the three marks that got taken off were literally because i used american spelling instead of british, so yeah. now i know to triple check that.

the last one ive gotten back is society and culture. i am so proud of this one. again, i literally cried because of how proud of me i was. i got 96% on it. i dont know where i lost the mark yet because i wasnt formally given the result, my teacher just saw me and got really hyped and told me how proud he was and said it was the best he'd seen in the last eight years or so, and then told me not to tell anyone (so naturally i came to tell all of you).

anyways yeah.

bye loves <33

#im back #hello everyone #studyblr #studying #study space #faestudies #study blog #student #studybrl #study studyblr #studystudyblr #studyspace #studyspo #study session #studyinspo #study aesthetic #studies

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mythvoiced · 3 years

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@veritasvirtuous | ‘you read any stephen king?’ / from mary-sue to titus. STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

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He isn’t often on land.

And when he is, he can’t say it’s by choice.

This time, it’s by someone else’s, namely, someone who decided he’d just halt in this port, visit an old friend, waste the entire crew’s time by taking a lot longer than mentioned, although no one is really surprised, considering the particular emphasis gifted to the title granted to this stranger. And with the captain away and the others devoid of duties, or anything even remotely close to it, and no trouble seemingly waiting at the horizon, in the span of a few minutes, it had only been Titus left, to dangle his legs above the water and bask in the sun, as beneath him waves crashed against cement - gently, this isn’t the open sea, although he wishes it’d be - and behind him people walked on by pursuing their business.

He tries to not be devoid of gratitude. He knows any person travelling on that ship is as useful as they are until they are no longer and instantly turn into a liability. Not to mention that any added number means more mouths to feed and more trust granted with much reluctance.

But it’s the sea. The sea beckons, calls, demands his attention. He can almost feel the water below trickling through his soles and slithering up his skin, even though his feet are dangling metres over the surface. He wants to dive in. And he doesn’t want to part from it. And he knows how weird that thought is.

Which is why he’d sort of half-welcomed the impromptu conversation with an unfamiliar face. And the sudden, almost deadpan to his ears - perhaps because lacking in set-up - question, bizarrely casual, is enough to distract him again, make him look up with an amused snort. “Not really,” is the first answer, as he looks at them, tries to gauge if they intend actually carrying a conversation down this topic, or simply meant it as a question as good as any.

He was expecting more something along the lines of... well, where are you from? What do you do for a living? Why have you been sitting here for the past two hours, barely moving? Okay, maybe he’ll take the book one. “Well, I read some of his stuff,” he leans forward, hands now hanging between his knees. What if he falls? What if he doesn’t? “But I don’t really take books with me anymore. Kind of lost a few under very tragic and wet circumstances. I did read... Bag of Bones was the one, I think, yeah. I don’t remember much of it, to be honest. Was some time ago. Do you?”

#veritasvirtuous #the pirate;titus #THANK YOU SO MUCH for sending this in and giving my BOI Titus some Interest ;W;#i hope this is okay!!! pls absolutely let me know if you'd like/need me to change anything and ESPECIALLY if I misunderstood #anything in regards to Mary-sue's Anything bc WELL you never know? ;w;#obviously goes without saying always feel free to continue any ask sent in if you feel like it BUT there's also never any pressure to do so #also hope it's okay that i took it as a literal question and now yknow i don't know the context of the show so idk if it's sarcastic or -#anything of the likes so HOPE THIS IS OKAY ;W;#;queue

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cynettic · 3 years

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I just read Kitsune reader x yan Scaramouche's fic, may I have gotten hooked on it? and of course, it's just perfect and that's why I'm here to lose a part two with nsfw, thank you in advance and understand if you refuse:3

Link to Part 1

Summary - Taking you captive, Scaramouche continues to see you as a pillar of support. Coming back home to have you there, always. Even if it meant chaining you up.

Pairings - F!Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Smut, slight noncon ( I tried to make it as consensual as possible but its difficult with yandere themes ), fingering, electricity play

Rating - NSFW

Penpal - Ahhh I'm actually beginning to get attached to this series, might end up writing a couple more posts with different hc and stuff. I hope you liked the post though, have a great day <3

A/N - The literal definition of the ‘stoic cruel boy who’s mean to everyone but you.’ Oh well, Scaramouche is ooc af, but I did change a few things in his backstory so its supposed to make sense for this story ;) Also- since we dont know Scaramouche’s actual name, I have the reader still… yknow, call him Scaramouche. Which is kinda weird cause its his harbinger name but oh well. Also, credit to @cycletr4in for proofreading it ;3

Taglist - @cursedraiden

Stay with Me pt.2

Scaramouche was a gentle captor.

In contrast to piercing eyes and harsh stares when it came to others, he had a soft spot for you. Like the ice that encased him whole melted at your touch, craving for the warmth only you could give him. For your arms around him, to play pretend and imagine he were a child, free, fearless, unbound. A child in your arms, safe and protected.

But you were held hostage, which meant that the chains around your wrists and legs held you down and secured you. Like you were bound to one spot like you’d always been, except this time you didn't have a choice.

You weren't waiting for the Kitsune Saiguu.

Hell, you didn't even have your vision.

This brought on resentment for the dark haired boy. You hated him, you despised him for holding you down under his own judgment. But at the same time, all you saw in him was a child, a little kid who hadn't had the time to grow up. The one who refused to do so because it was his only way to survive in the type of world he lived in. Hide behind that same facade he developed as a kid, snide remarks and unrelenting cruelty.

Just to come back to your arms, sobbing because he was still that child. Sobbing because he was still hurt. Sobbing because you were still his beacon of light, of hope.

He depended on you.

And as much as you built up harsh words to use against him, they dissolved in your mouth when you saw him. His vulnerability that he saved for you and you only. A deep part of you cared for him, a little too much.

Gentle fingers brushed through the locks of Scaramouche’s hair, twirling it around and playing with the strands. It was smooth, a small detail no one would have the chance to notice from the distance he put around himself and others. A quiet hum left his lips as he leaned against your chest, eyes fluttering closed against the soothing feeling of you against him.

The lavish silk sheets were soft against your skin, pillow pushing your form to sit up. Just enough to have Scaramouche in your arms, knees on either side of his body as his head rested under your chin. His chest rose and descended, almost on beat with yours, if not just a tad slower.

You hoped he wouldn't hear the way your heart thrummed against your chest.

Warmth, his body flushed against yours, the luxury of a bed and the small candlelight on your bedside. Different from what you’d grown into just on the side of the trail, sitting for decades. Or with your time with the Kitsune Saiguu, it was never this warm, never this gentle.

But this warmth ended at your beating heart, furiously blazing. Sending an urge of adrenaline through your body, whispering ‘run’ through your veins. A primal urge that would've had your hands around Scaramouche’s neck, till he was wrangling and dead.

Till you could escape.

Hand slowly sliding down his jawline, you let your gentle fingers ghost along the soft skin of his neck. Claws outstretched and ready, sharp and pointed with a deadly intent to kill. You could end him so quickly, overturn his trust and make an escape. You deserved it, you deserved freedom. Not a delusional boy who thought himself protector against someone who’s lived decades more than him.

Jolting at the sensation of a soft grip on your wrist, you watched with idle fascination as he simply cupped your wrist in his hold. Not stopping you, not restraining you, he simply brought your hand to his face. To his lips where he pressed the softest of kisses into your palm. So heartfelt and genuine that all you could do was freeze, not even considering clawing his face.

“I love you.”

You both stayed in that position for a few moments more, silence cradling the tension that slowly dissipated from your body. Forlorn eyes watching as he shift the angle of your wrist to kiss your fingertips. He wasn't waiting for an answer, basking in these soft moments where he could hide in your hold. Like a child, forced to grow up too quickly, yearning back for his foolish naivety, yearning for the childhood he missed.

You were that childhood.

Which is why he clung to you so dearly, showed expressions he didnt know he could make, hold you captive under the impression that it was ‘right.’ What he was doing was okay.

Claws retracted, you pursued your lips, holding back the tears of frustration that burned at your eyes. You hated him, hated him for the chains on your wrists, for the disappearance of your vision that you’d given so much value to. Hated him for the warmth he still made you feel.

You hated him.

You felt like a housewife in some respects. Not with the cleaning and cooking part, and of course no children were part of the equation. But in terms of support, you stayed rooted to that room, loose chains too strong for you to break or tug holding you down. Window was too far, and you were stuck moving around the bed and the desk that sat just a little farther away.

Attempts at having your vision back or more freedom in movement had been discussed with Scaramouche, but as childlike and free as he acted with you, he was not an idiot.

“I don’t plan on underestimating you,” was his answer, head resting on the plush of your chest. “You’re strong, always were. But I have to take extremes to make sure you don’t get hurt, some people out there are stronger than you.”

You wanted to point out that there were a ton of people stronger than him as well, but you kept your mouth shut. “Can I at least see the house? I’ve been cooped up here for so long…”

And he cant say no to such an innocent request as that right?

So he unlocks the chains, the vision at his side reminding you that he was strong. You solely knew that he’d been tough as a kid, and under the intensive training he’d seemed to endure, he was much much stronger. You werent willing to give it a go and lose his trust just yet.

Not like he really trusted you anyways-

At the very least, you’d hoped to get some sort of blueprint of the house, and all you’d received was confusion and your mind making up that the house itself was a maze.

“Didnt we… just pass through here?”

Glancing at the obvious frustration on your face, Scaramouche chuckled, pulling your arm through the hallways you swear you’d seen three times prior. “Nope, most of the hallways look pretty similar. The house wasn't built for dumbasses.”

You flashed him a look and were about to make some snideish rebuttal before you saw the smirk. You knew what he was doing, trying to comfort you with casual arguments you both used to have. Consisting of you telling him to work on his people skills, and him calling you a lazy ass. Of course you missed it, but you also knew you couldn't go back to it.

And then there was the issue when you learned that he was a harbinger.

A scene you didnt want to replay in your head, when a maid burst into your room, Scaramouche acting a tad more intimate. He had an awful tendency to do that, hug your waist and press his face against the crook of your neck. Press gentle kisses down the length of your shoulder that had you shuddering. You weren't used to intimacy, and considering you’d watched him grow up, it was just weird.

Stuttering, the maid had demanded that he was requested by the Tsarista. You’d seen the fear in her eyes when Scaramouche slowly turned to her, seen the unshakable immobility of standing under his gaze.

“Do not enter.” He said, “It’s on the door.”

That was the first time you’d seen Scaramouche kill.

You hoped it’d be the last.

But you’d seen death before, so much death in the time of the Kitsune Saiguu. And for a few seconds, you found yourself fearless as you yanked against the chains, yelling at his figure at the doorway.

“Tsarista?” You snarled, standing just a few feet away from him. His hand on the girls neck, clenching around the pretty skin of hers. Disgusted, the chains that held you back from closing the gap and throwing the girl away from him were impossible to overcome. “Why the hell does she need you?!”

‘Let go,’ you wanted to say. ‘Let her go, she’s going to die.’

It worked, because the ironclad grip was gone, the maid tumbling to the ground lifelessly. You’d been too late, and now her blood was on his hands, your hands. This was your fault and you had half the self control not to thrash against the chains with sharp claws, hands on his neck.

The hard steel gaze vanished in an instant, and like he’d regained his senses, he took a few steps to you. Hands clenching to fists before loosening to fingertips brushing against his palms. Confusion, regret and guilt clouded his features like a child waiting to be reprimanded. You didn't back away, stood firm and fierce when standing and keeping a tough front.

You wanted to cry.

“Its… its a long story.” He finally stated to your question, and when you didnt budge, he took a deep breath. In control again, he closed the distance between the two of you, “I’m sorry.” And that same thrum of electricity jolted through your body, sending you into a spiral of the girls lifeless eyes and Scaramouche’s childlike eyes. Till everything went black.

You woke up with the body gone. Scaramouche was gone as well.

You learned that Scaramouche liked to have things his way. Which meant that he was always in control, always had control of every situation.

Even in those short stretches of vulnerability when he rested in your arms, he still held something over you. And you had to adapt, shift for his wishes, coddle him and stay as his beacon. Because he was stronger, and even if you’d find some way to escape, he would find you.

It was odd, and you slowly let go of the image of him as a child, you knew he was a lot older. He’d probably reached the age your body was stuck in, and with every sweet kiss he pressed to your lips, you knew he saw you as some sort of lover. But as someone who wasn't in control, you simply had to play along, just until you found some way to make your escape.

Without killing him.

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“Strip.”

Laying on one side of the bed, your eyes jolted open at the commanding voice. Slowly, you sat up, eyeing the dim figure at the doorway. Without the help of a candle or the moonlight at the window, you could distinguish Scaramouche at the doorway, taking off the large headpiece as he flung it to the ground.

“Excuse me…?” Your voice was soft, rusty after an evening nap.

“I’ll make you feel good,” was his only answer. Slowly making his way to the bedside till he could properly face you. His eyes were soft, but there was an odd sort of determination that you hadnt seen before. You held back his stare, confusion lacing your features when he suddenly started pulling off loose decorations that hung on his clothes. Just till he unlaced the vest and slid off his shirt. “Don’t worry.” But you didnt know quite what he meant until he leaned further to you, catching you off guard.

So you yelped when his hands suddenly slammed down on your shoulders, shifting you to have access to the buttons of your top layer. He was quick when undoing them, simply swatting away at your hands when you protested and tried to pull him away. Throwing it to the edge of the room when he was done, you could only thrash in horror when he undid your trousers just as quickly, pulling them down before you could grab them back up.

“Scaramouche? Hey-”

And then he threw you down on the bed, exposing you in your undergarments in the cool air of the room. Shivers crept up your spine and bristled across your skin, and before you could curl up to at the very least hide away, you felt a tug at your chains. Fear finally settled in when you saw Scaramouche attach the chain to the bedpost, until your hand was lifted up and he began to do the same to the other.

“Wait wait wait, stop and explain what you’re-”

Only then did he pause from what he was doing, slowly looking down to properly face you. His eyes slid up and down your body, and he took a step towards you. “I’ll make you feel good,” were his only words, and you were forced to take them as all he was planning on giving you. Only when he sat on the bed next to you did you realize what he meant, hand settling on your shoulder, waiting.

“Alright,” you said slowly. Painfully, the words bit your tongue, but you were merciless against someone who had control against the situation. You could say no and you knew Scaramouche would stop, he was gentle to you and you only. And even if he’d been firm just before, you knew that he’d still stop if you asked him to.

A part of you felt thrilled to have that power over him.

Another part of you just wanted to escape.

But you didnt have any hope to do so unless you were willing too give him everything. Because he expected everything and would do anything in his power to obtain it. You’d let him fiddle around with this delusion, thinking that he had control. Until he didnt.

Which is why you didnt flinch when his hand gently slid up your stomach, cold against the warmth you’d had under the blankets. Rubbing gingerly against your skin and drawing smooth shapes over before he slowly slid over your body. His eyes seemed to glint under the darkness of the room, lust filled and wanting.

You didnt shift uncomfortably, you pretended to be that doll he expected you to be.

Just staring up at him as he slowly leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like snowflakes on a winters day, idly swaying side to side to catch one in your mouth. Jolting like electricity when they melted into your touch, red and swollen when he pulled back. You now vividly felt every touch, as if a current flowed and static jittered in the places he briefly brushed his fingertips.

“You always take such good care of me,” he breathed, lips slowly drifting down your chin. Just past your jawline and right on your neck. The space between your head and shoulder, a soft vulnerable spot that had your lips humming at the affectionate pressure. “Its my turn to take care of you.”

And then his lips were everywhere, collarbone, shoulders, cleavage. Just until his teeth were tugging off your bra, face nuzzled in between both breasts. Both of his hands now resided on your hips, grabbing both thighs to hold them up and against him. You could feel him hard, pressing so close to your heated core.

You managed to keep your reactions in check.

Just until he slowly grinded against you, mouth on your breasts as he again pecked the soft mounds, molding his lips against them as if he could remember the texture, memorize the feel. It was just to that point that mindless sounds slipped past your lips, turning to gasps when his hands on your thighs suddenly buzzed, and static rushed in. Your legs felt weak, entire body thrumming in response to the electricity he sent jolting.

He was using his vision.

The realization was numb against his lips on your breasts, hands slowly stroking the skin of your sides, travelling up. He hovered over you for mere seconds before mashing his lips against you once more, different. He was no longer gentle, and it was with the contact on your tail that you lost all control. When he gently moved it out of the way, backing up.

You were a mess.

Not that you tried to be, you’d been doing your best not to enjoy his touch. But it was hard when your core heated up so fast, mashing both legs together in hopes he wouldn't notice. You knew he would, any action beyond that was just you trying to save your dignity.

He sat there like he was enjoying the sight, the first time you’d seen him actually portray any visual confirmation of satisfaction towards the chains. He’d drink dry any ounce of control you gave him, and it was impossible not to give him it all when you were visionless and vulnerable.

But the dignity you struggled so hard to keep shattered when his hands brushed against your inner thigh.

Fingers slowly made their way to the padded fabric of your undergarments, two digits rubbing the area slowly with expertise. You bit your lip, muffling any groan of anticipation, hiding the way your hips tried to rock back into the gesture. Desperate, oh so desperate. Hiding back the whimpers as he slowly quickened the pace of his fingers against your garments. “Archons Y/n,” he murmured. “I haven't even put anything in and you’re already a squirming mess.”

“Shut u-up,” was all you managed, trying to shift away from the pressure against your clit. But his other hand was on your hip, holding in place. You could only watch and press your thighs tightly together as he slowly slid down your panties, resuming hovering over you. Distracting you with kisses, his fingers gently stroked your core, two fingers slowly sliding into your cunt using your juices.

He was gentle when pumping both fingers in and out, too slow when you thrust your hips to meet his fingers, pleading for him to go faster. But he liked hearing your cries, slowing down when you begged, quickening when you whined and just lay there, taking it.

You shuddered the first time electricity jolted from his digits.

It was when he had three fingers that he sent the static up your body, back arching with such intensity that it even had him chuckling. “Oh? You like it that much?” And then it is like something buzzed against your body, fingers vibrating against your clit as your thighs tightened around his hand. So much that you thought you’d crush it, but it didn't matter, not with the electrifying feeling against your body. It felt so odd, so overwhelmingly good that it had your legs sliding up and down the bedside, toes curling as the static grew and you fell paralyzed to his touch.

It didn't take long with his fingers thrusting in and out of you to cum. Moaning mess when he gave you the time to breathe, teeth biting your bottom lip and then mashing against yours. Your eyes grew fuzzy and most happened in a haze, and all you knew the entire time was that you’d given yourself to him, and that it felt good. You couldn't see the childlike wonder in his eyes anymore, not the need of a beacon or of support. No, the look he shared was feral, the smile tinting his lips almost scary. But it felt too good to care, and you let yourself enjoy his ministrations.

He pulled out and suddenly his own shorts were undone, boxers thrown to the side of the room just like all your other clothing. You didn't see how big he was, just felt his hard shaft against your throbbing cunt, pussy dripping and legs open wide and tired after your first go at it.

You expected him to be gentle like he’d been with his fingers. But he pressed the tip against your core, and in one full motion he was in. Teeth grinding against each other, you held back a scream, shock coursing through your body, overwhelmed with pain and discomfort. It hurt. But it was quickly overshadowed by his movements as he slid in and out of you, slow when pulling his hips back, and rocking himself completely inside you each time. A pattern that let you catch your breath and lose it all the same. Like he was continuously having a go at hitting the deepest parts of you, pulling back before fully thrusting into you and sending waves of pleasure and pain alike.

It was expected, but you couldnt hear yourself.

Not with your mind trapped in a haze of how he felt, body still buzzing after how he’d pulsed his vision through you. And now you were at the mercy of his member, hips swaying along with his, no energy for you to rock with him and try to push him deeper.

Archons, you didn't even think he could go deeper.

But you were proven wrong again and again as he kept the steady pace, hands clawing at your ass and hips. Stabilizing himself and trying to press himself against you, as far as he could go. Slowly, his hands drifted up to your hair, playing with the soft sensation of your furry ears. Pinching and rubbing, fingers coaxing the back of them like a massage. So gentle, but it paled in comparison to the harsh treatment of his dick.

You came first, gripping the chain with your hands in an attempt to stay stable. Walls clenching around him one last time before you got your release, your moans turning into cries when he continued to thrust into you. Your body felt numb, all nerves centred on the way he pounded into you, chasing his own release.

When he did, he pressed his head into your chest, his own breaths heavy with pleasure. Not pulling out, you could only lay there helplessly as his seed filled you, warm in contrast to the electricity he’d shot up your body just earlier. He didnt pull out, and laying in your chest, your heavy breathing didnt stop until he was asleep, collapsing on you and using you as support yet again.

Taking only a minute later to regain control of your senses, you shifted uncontrollably at his member inside of you, sending waves of pleasure every time you moved. Your wrists were restrained and you were stuck in this position till morning.

Achingly, you looked down at the boy, wondering how you would ever manage to escape.

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One Year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they hace to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servents, they hope to rebuild it all withought their parent knowing about it.

part 2

part 1/?

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The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

the pronouns are he/him till age 17 where they're they/them

word count:4,400

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Age 9:

(y/n) ran around the castle with his friend Tommy, holding a bunch of flowers in our hands.

“Where's he at!?” Tommy yelled, looking into every room. “Calm down! We’ll find him!!” he says, still running ahead of him. “Come on slowpoke!!” Tommy looked at (y/n), running quickly after seeing him far ahead of himself.

“COME BACK HERE!!” (y/n) laughed, running further ahead.

(y/n) ran into the garden, coming across Techno and Wilbur. They were practicing with swords today, as to where they would normally practice hand to hand combat.

He ran up to Techno, who wasn't doing much as they were just starting another round. (Y/n) ran into Techno’s hip, making him wobble slightly.

“Heh? What are you doing kid? Aren't you supposed to be with your parent?” he shook his head, grabbing some of the flowers that he dropped.

“Nope! Mama Eret said I was allowed to hang out with Tommy today!” (y/n) says, smiling up at the tall man.

“(y/nnnnn)!! You left me behind!!” he pouts, dropping some of the flowers (y/n) forced him to carry.

“Tommy, you're dropping them!!” he says, running over to pick them up.

“Well so where are you!!”

The two friends bicker, picking up and dropping flowers as they talk. Wilbur walks over to pick up the fallen ones they can't seem to hold.

“Both of you are dropping flowers. Why do you need them anyway?'' Wilbur asks, looking at the two 10 year olds. (y/n) smiled, running up to Techno again.

“Techy we wanna braid your hair!!” he says, smiling up at him. Tommy runs over and smacks the other upside the head.

“YOU wanted to braid his hair! Don't drag me into this!”

(y/n) holds his head, nearly crying.

“Tommy, don't hit your friends!!” Wilbur says, picking up the small child.

“Put me down Wilby!!” Tommy says, thrashing his arms and legs.

“Did you just call me Wilby!?”

“Maybe I did!!”

Techno looked at (y/n) as the two brothers argued. He looked up at him as well. “This is why we don't have siblings.” (y/n) nods, dropping a flower or two.

“So, you wanted to braid my hair?” the young boy smiles.

“Wait can i!?''

Techno sighs, nodding. He smiles, walking over to the marble bench they had. The boy sat on the bench, ushering for Techno to sit in front of him. “Ugh, kids.”

(y/n) laughed as Techno walked over to him, sitting in front of the bench. Techno took his hair out of the loose bun it was originally in, handing him the string that was holding it together. The younger smiled, taking it and sectioning his hair to start the braid.

Tommy and Wilbur looked over to see them. (y/n) was peacefully humming a small tune that went nowhere, while Techno had his eyes closed humming a small beat. Tommy thrashed some more, escaping Wilbur’s grasp. He ran over to the two of them, standing next to his friend as he braided Techno’s hair. Tommy leaned over and whispered to (y/n), “can i put the flowers in?” the other chuckled, nodding his head at his friend. Tommy smiled, grabbing the flowers he had once discarded, putting them in the braid as he saw fit.

(y/n) braided the rest of Techno’s hair while Tommy put flowers in the already braided parts. Wilbur walked over to the three and watched as they worked. The two young boys put flowers in the braid as Techno talked about his week.

“Yknow, I’ve only kicked one orphan this week. Which is very impressive for me.” Techno says, nodding to himself slightly. (y/n) laughed, thinking what he said was absurd. “Techno don't tell the children that!” Wilbur says playfully.

“Wilbur you're literally 17, you too are a child.” Philza says, entering the garden that they were all sat at. Tommy smiled, running over to his father. “Dadza!! Look what me and (y/n) did!” he says, pulling the old man over to Techno. (y/n) was finishing up the last of the flowers, making sure the braid was tied nice and tight. He grabbed one last flower and went over to face Techno, putting it behind his ear. “Perfect!!” he says, looking at his masterpiece.

“Look, look!” Tommy says, showing Philza Techno’s hair. “Before you say anything, I was forced into it.” Techno says, standing up from his spot on the ground. Philza laughs at his friend, Wilbur, doing the same. “He's lying dad, I saw him humming with (y/n) as she braided it.” Techno lets out a “heh” as Philza starts laughing. “Betrayal! I didnt think my own student would do me like this!” Techno says dramatically. Tommy and (y/n) start to collect the leftover flowers as the other three argue and laugh amongst themselves.

(y/n) sat on the ground, making flower crowns with the leftover flowers. Tommy sat next to him, watching the boy work at the crown. “How do you know how to make that?” he asked, slightly amazed at his friend's creation. He didn't look up, still working on the crown. “Papa Eret showed me! They can make lots of things! Like clothes and such.” Tommy nods, watching his friend work, trying to memorize how to do it himself. Philza saw this, coming over to see (y/n) work on the flowers.

“What are you doing kiddo?” he asked, crouching down to (y/n)s level. He smiled, gesturing to the flowers. “I'm making a flower crown!! It's for you!” Philza smiled, chuckling. “Really? Thanks kiddo.” he nodded, finishing up the crown. Once he did, he stood up, taking a Philza’s hat and replacing it with the crown. (y/n) smiled at their creation, putting the bucket hat on to his own head. Philza smiled, thanking the young boy.

Time went on like this till it was sundown, messing with each other and using the many flowers they had for random projects.

“Come on (y/n) we gotta go!” Eret said, coming by the castle to retrieve the young child. (y/n) ran up to Eret, hugging him. “ zaza!!” (y/n) says, standing back slightly. Eret looked at his young kid, smiling. “Hello sweetheart! Ready to go?” (y/n) nodded, grabbing his flower crown. “Yep! Lemme say bye to Tommy first!!” the boy says, running over to his friend. (y/n) hugged the boy, who looked very agitated from the hug. “Are you coming over to my place tomorrow?” he asked Tommy, who nodded his head. “Yeah, I can bring Tubbo as well!! He should be in the village tomorrow!!'' Tommy says, adjusting his own, not as neat, flower crown. (y/n) smiled, hugging Tommy again. “Okay, see you then tommy!”

“That kid is so sweet” “Phil, you have poor taste in children.” “says the man who kills orphans.”

Age 11:

(Y/n) sat in the forest, humming to himself as he watched the bees and animals go around the forest. It was a bit past mid day, and the young prince had been out of there sense dawn, taking in the beauty of the forest.

He was in the village close to their kingdom, wanting to spend time outside of the castle. He loved natur, especially flowers, plants and such. He also loved animales. (y/n) loved everything about the outdoors, enjoying the peace he had that day.

Tubbo was a village boy, moving from town to town, never really having a set home. He did love traveling and being with his guardian was amazing, he just wished he had friends and a set place to stay.

Tubbo walked along the forest, following the bees that would fly around him, wondering if he was a flower or not. He followed them distractingly, reaching a clearing in the forest. He looked around to see where he was, soon realizing he was lost. He had gone too far from a recognizable area, and now didn't know how to get home. He knew Puffy would be mad at him for getting lost, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had already committed the lame chrome.

Tubbo looked around to see some sheep run away from him, along with the bees buzzing around him. He also spotted a young boy, (y/n), sitting against a tree taking in the beauty of it all. Tubbo went over to the young boy, trying to be as kind as possible, like Puffy said.

“Hello!! I'm Tubbo! Mind if I join you?” Tubbo asks the older boy. (y/n) nodded, moving slightly to show Tubbo he could sit down next to him. Tubbo smiled, following such. “Hi, im (y/n). I haven't seen you in the village before, you new around here?” he asks, picking at the grass around him. “Yeah! Me and aunty Puffy travel a lot, so I never really stay in the same place. Have you lived here a long time?” Tubbo asks, making the young prince chuckle. “No, I live in a kingdom nearby.” Tubbos eyes glisten, he gasps. “Wait, are you the prince!??!” Tubbo asks excitedly. (y/n) nodded, not minding the question.

“Yeah, I lived there my whole life! What's it like traveling? I rarely leave the castle so I've never explored outside this village and the kingdom.” (y/n) says, looking at the young boy. Tubbo smiles. “Well traveling could be fun, yet very lonely. I haven't had a friend in years, having had traveled so much since then. I do love seeing all the cool sights and how different villages work though!” (y/n) nodded, enjoying the interaction he was having.

The two of them talked till it reached dawn, the sun slowly disappearing.

“Dang, we better get going! Do you know your way back?” (y/n) asked, standing up and dusting himself off. Tubbo stood up as well. “No, I kinda got lost…” Tubbo says. (y/n) nodded, grabbing the other boy's hand, guiding him through the forest. “Well, I know the way back! I'll take ya there!”

Tubbo nodded, letting the prince guid him back to the village. They continued to talk as they went through the forest. Tubbo talked all about bees, one of the few constants in his life.

(y/n) and Tubbo finally reached the village, it officially being dark out. Thankfully, there were lights all around, so they were still able to see and get around easily. “Damn, it's too dark to get back...dads gonna kill me.” (y/n) says, looking around. Tubbo gaps, grabbing the prince. “You can stay with me tonight!!! Sleepover!!” he says, grabbing the prince and dragging him back to the house Tubbo was staying at. “You don't have to let me stay, I can find my way back!” Tubbo shook his head, stopping. “No, we’re friends now and you're staying with me and aunty Puffy!”

(y/n) sighed, letting the young boy take them to his home.

It didn't take them long to reach the boys home, for it wasn't too far from where they exited from the forest. Tubbo let go of (y/n)’s hand, knocking on the door before opening it and walking inside. “AUNTY IM BACK!!'' Tubbo says, making sure Puffy knew it was him coming home.

Puffy walked out of one of the rooms, walking up to the young boy. “Oh Tubbo! You made me worried there kiddo!” Puffy says, hugging the small boy. She looked over to see the young prince, noticing him standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Oh! Tubbo, did you make a friend?” she asked, letting go of the small boy. Tubbo nodded, going over to the young boy. “This is (y/n)! Is it alright if he stays here tonight since it's too dark to go back to the castle??” Tubbo asked, latching onto his friend. Puffy gasped, looking at the two of them. “The castle???” she asked. (y/n) nodded, smiling slightly. “Yep! So..can I stay here tonight?” he asked the older lady.

Puffy of course agreed, letting the boy stay for the night. She even offered to take him back to the castle in the morning. He declined, not wanting to burden the lady more than he already has.

Tubbo took (y/n) back to his room, showing him all the cool things he had gotten from their travels. Apparently, Puffy was a pirate captain and would travel the seas and such. She would stop at different villages to get supplies and give their nephew breaks from being at sea all the time. It was a coincidence that they had stopped at the village closest to his mothers kingdom.

“Oh oh, this ones from a neighboring kingdom!” Tubbo says. Showing the prince something from the kingdom his friend Tommy lives in. “That's the minecrafts kingdom!! I'm close friends with one of the princes! Did you like it there?” Tubbo gasps, both of them getting overly excited. “Wait, are you friends with tommy!? I met him when I was there last month!!” Tubbo says, putting down the trinket. “You know tommy!? We should all hangout sometime!!”

Puffy heard their conversation, happy Tubbo was finally making some friends. However, they would be leaving soon and wouldn't be able to stay longer than they already are. Puffy sighed, sad that this is how things had to be.

The next day, (y/n) left back to the castle, hoping to keep in touch with Puffy and Tubbo. Tubbo was sad his friend had to go back, but still happy he had made a friend. Puffy was just sad she had to tell Tubbo they would be moving again. She couldn't stay in the same place in fear his father would catch up to them and take the boy away.

Of course, the three boys were able to meet up. It took them several months, but once Tubbo made his way back to the village he and (y/n) met up at, they were able to make a plan to see each other.

The three of them hit it off, immediately becoming close friends with a strong bond.

At one point, Puffy let Tubbo stay with Tommy in his castle for a summer, allowing the three boys to see eachother once more.

Of course, this came to an end when Tubbo had to eventually leave with his aunt, leaving the two boys, who hadn't been able to hang out after tommys schedule had gotten more and more packed.

The three of them hadn't seen each other for years, hoping one day it would go back to old, where they were just kids and were able to hang out at least once.

Age 17, present day:

“You're gonna have to rule the kingdom soon (y/n)” Eret says, sitting down in the said childs room. (y/n) turned to him, no longer focusing on the crafts they were working on. “But I don't wanna rule the kingdom. It's just not my thing…” they say, turning to their parents. “I know I know, but there's no one else that can take over.” (y/n) nodded, turning to the flower crown they were previously working on. “I get that...i just wanna go back to a time where i could just hang out with my friends..ruling the kingdom means that time is completely over..” Eret nodes, walking over to his kid. “I know, I thought the same thing when I was younger. Though Tommy is busy with a war and Tubbo has been travelling non-stop for years, they've already changed.” they sigh. “It's been so long, they don't even know who i am anymore! The last time I saw them I was still a guy. It's just frustrating…” They get up from their seats, hugging their mother. “I just wanna see them...”

The next day was spent learning more about their kingdom, knowing when they turn 18 it would be theirs. They sighed, reading over some of the history books their ren (another term for mother or father) had kept for all these years. They opened a new book, wanting to read the contents inside.

They opened it to see a piece of paper fall to the ground. "Didn't think the pages were that old…" They crouched down, picking up the fallen paper. They stood up, puzzled by the page.

"It's not from this book," they looked closer at the piece of paper, "what's lmanburg..?" They sat down, reading over it.

Apparently, lmanburg was an old kingdom, long since destroyed. It fought for peace, and independence. Unfortunately, a small group of people went and destroyed the kingdom, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and long forgotten ideals.

(Y/n) looked over it once more, seeing the kingdom's location on the bottom of the page. They shot up, running to their room.

They flung open the door, running to their desk. They throw off the unwanted items from their desk, placing the paper in its place. They sit down, opening a drawer and grabbing some paper and a pen.

They look over the page on lmanburg one more time, then proceeding to write a letter to their old friends.

"Dear Tommy, It's been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? There's many things we need to catch up on, but that should be saved for a later date.

As you know, I will rule my mothers kingdom soon. I will be crowned their majesty in 1 years time, and I wanted to do something fun before then.

I found a story on an old, destroyed kingdom called lmanburg. I wanna go visit it and maybe even bring it back to its former glory. I know it's a lot to want to accomplish in only a year, but that's all the time I have.

I would be grateful if you could join me in this adventure I'm pursuing. Here is where we'll meet and when. I'll be asking our old pal Tubbo as well.

I hope to see you then

-your old friend

(Y/n)"

They did the same for Tubbo, telling him of their plan along with where/when to meet them if he agrees to come on their journey. They sighed, knowing they might have to go on this alone. Nevertheless they wrapped both letters in separate envelopes, ready to be shipped to their recipients.

(Y/n) walked out of their room, looking around the castle for one of their few servants.

"Are they on break right now? I can't find any of them.." They say, going down different halls to find someone who could mail the letters.

"Oh, (y/n)! What are you looking for?" Karl asks, one of the few servants in their castle. (Y/n) sighes, happy that they finally found someone. "Karl, I need you to send these letters. You know where to find Tommy, but Tubbo will be harder to catch. Can you send them please?" They ask, handing Karl the letters. "Of course! I'll send them as soon as I'm free!"

(Y/n) thanks Karl, going back to their room. Plopping on their bed they sigh, hoping their friends would accept their invitation.

The next day they started packing for the trip. It wasn't for another week or so, but they just wanted to be prepared. They were also kinda excited as well.

They hadn't told Eret yet, fearing what they might say. (y/n) knows she loves them, but they had been under alot of stress as of late and didnt wanna make it worse.

“I do need to tell them…”

“Tell who what?” (y/n) jumped a bit, seeing Eret in the doorway. He walked in, standing by the desk. “Oh, hey..” (y/n) says, standing awkwardly by their bed. Eret looked down at the bag they were packing. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “Why are you packing? You're not running away are you!? I mean, if so, you're doing a bad job…” (y/n) sighed, closing the bag. “I'm not running away...kinda.” they say, sitting on their bed. “I was planning on going on an adventure, actually. I'm gonna rule the kingdom in a year and I wanted to do something fun before I did so..”

Eret nodes, smiling. He goes over and sits next to their kid. “What are you planning to do on your adventure? You seem very excited for it, seeing as you've actually packed for something.`` They both laugh slightly. “Well,” (y/n) gets up, going over to their desk, grabbing the paper they had found in Eret’s old history books. They walked back over and showed Eret the paper, “there's an old old kingdom called lmanburg. Apparently it was a thriving kingdom, but one day it fell to the ground. Fascinating isn't it?” Eret reads it over, frowning slightly. “(y/n) i don't want you going to this place.” (y/n) was baffled. They didn't understand why they weren't allowed to go to this place. It was super old, it's not like anyone would still be there. It was forgotten about.

“What do you mean? It's long forgotten and I would be bringing my friends! It's not like I'd be alone and ill prepared.” Eret sighed, standing up. “(y/n), lmanburg is a breeding ground of monsters and such, i don't want you getting hurt.” they in response stood up, coming up short to the tall person in front of them. “I know that! I've been training for years, I can handle monsters! Also, again, I won't be alone! I'd have Tommy and Tubbo with me and their great fighters!” Eret looked at them quickly.

“Tommy and Tubbo are going??” (y/n) nodded, stepping back slightly.

“I need to contact Philza and Puffy, you're not going on this adventure and that's final!” Eret walked out of the room, dropping the lmanburg paper on the ground.

“Wait what!? Mom you can't!!” they say, walking behind their father.

“Because, I don't want you going to that place! You're not changing my mind on this.” (y/n) slows down, completely baffled by this. They knew there was a chance they wouldn't be able to go, but they didn't think he’d act like this.

“R-ren please! I need this, I haven't seen them in so long please!!” Eret turned to them briskly. “Sweetheart, this is final. I don't want you going to that place! Stop pushing it.” Eret continues his way down the castle as (y/n) stopps in their tracks. They were shocked, really looking forward to this trip as a last resort of still being young and free from ruling.

They looked around, running back to their room. They slipped at the door, running too fast and nearly falling. They fumbled to the desk, once again grabbing paper and a pen from the desks drawers. They sit in the desk chair, fumbling with the paper and closing the drawer quickly. They quickly write a letter to Tommy and Tubbo.

They write that there would be a change of plans. Their mother wouldn't let them go to the wrecked kingdom, so they wouldn't be able to tell their parents and would have to sneak to the old kingdom.

They added more to the plan, sealing up the letters in envelopes and booking it out of their room, grabbing their bag and paper on lmanburg. They ran down the hall, making sure not to run into Eret while looking for Karl. They looked around, still not finding the man they needed.

They looked in the smaller dining hall, spotting the brunette walking towards the entrance. “Karl, Karl! Have you sent the letters yet?” they asked, walking up towards the male. “No I haven't, I actually was about to send them out now! What did you need?'' I smiled, sighing. “Oh thank god...i need those letters back, My ren won’t let me go to the old kingdom of lmanburg, and i don't want him finding out im still going…” Karl’s eyes widened. “Your lying to the king? I know their your parent but thats the KING!” (y/n) shushed Karl, taking him all the way back to their room.

Once they arrived, (y/n) closed the door, looking at Karl. “You cannot tell my mom! I'm trusting you with this, okay? I'm going on this trip, and i need those letters back so i can deliver them myself.'' Karl steps back. “Whoa whoa whoa, you're delivering these letters alone? No no, you're going with someone on this. Maybe you could bring Niki! I know she isn't busy since there are a few other bakers in the castle!” Karl suggests, handing the old teen the letters. (y/n) considered this, knowing they should probably bring someone along.

(y/n) nodded, agreeing to bring someone with them. “Okay, I could bring Niki if she would agree to go. Promise you won't tell him I'm sneaking out?” Karl nodded. “I promise! We’ve known each other long enough for us to keep secrets for one another! Want me to go tell Niki?'' Karl asked, heading towards the door.

“Yes, tell her to meet me here at midnight. I don't want ren knowing about this at all.'' Karl nodded, smiling at the prince and heading off to go see the pink haired baker.

The teen waited, taking a nap so they were able to sneak out at night. They knew it was probably too soon to start the expedition, and that their father probably knew where to find them. They just couldn't wait any longer.

The sun was slowly falling from the horizon, getting darker and darker by the second. (Y/n) had taken their place at the window, looking at the sky getting darker and darker, the stars showing more prominently as time went on. They sighed, looking over at their door.

It wasn't time for the two servants to show up, but they did wish they were able to just go out and seek out lmanburg freely. It wasn't like that however, they knew they couldn't do everything they wanted, they just hoped their mother would support them in this.

They looked back outside, letting the time pass for when they would meet up with Niki and leave the castle for a whole year.

So there they waited. Hopefully everything went according to the new plan.

#mcyt x reader #dreamsmp x reader #niki nihachu x reader #eret x reader #karl jacobs x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #sbi x reader #sbi au #technoblade x reader #captain puffy x reader #x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza minecraft x reader #Dsmp Royal Au #One Year Fic

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blackvelvetwriteson · 4 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓

( ~ Kakashi Hatake x Gender Neutral Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut and Fluffy Fluff!

FANDOM: Naruto: Shippuden

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There’s smut towards the end! (Thigh riding and overstim, etc.) Nothing too hardcore, but it’s worth noting.

SUMMARY: I really hope this is sort of what you were leaning towards! I haven’t watched Naruto in years so I had to refresh my memory a little and do HELLA research, but I hope I didn’t disappoint! This is Kakashi with a bratty reader! There’ll be a small oneshot (probably posted later today) to follow this because music inspired me lmao.

WORD COUNT: This is just a headcanon/imagine so N/A REQUESTED BY: @impromptuxprompts

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

We all know that Kakashi is a pretty stoic man, right?

Like literally NOTHING pisses this man off.

Or like.. At least until he gets you, Reader-Chan.

But here’s the thing, you decide to try and make him break at least a little bit.

Despite what people may think, he’s generally pretty vanilla.

He also has really bad nightmares; being too hardcore could send him into a bad state.

But not everything needs to be rough all the time. You like how cuddly he is.

But he’s ONLY cuddly towards you. And when you both are alone.

He’s DEFINITELY the type to always try and teach you something.

Like, “Kashi! I’m gonna put my hand on the stove!”

And you’d think he’d be like, “No… You shouldn’t do that.” Right?

Wrong.

He just shoots you THE most unimpressed look, crosses his arms, and leans against the wall and nods his head a little like.

“…. Hm… Go ahead.”

You just STARE like homeboy you’re REALLY gonna just let me… Put my hand on the stove like that?

And then he’d watch you wimp out and whine and he’d reward you with a forehead kiss.

You get happy for a second, but goddamn what is this man thinking about? Like you can NEVER tell with him.

But you can’t get mad at him; he knows ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about romance.

This dude REALLY tried to call you “his favorite kunai” before he settled on Blossom. And you had to tell him why you being “his favorite kunai” was an issue because he honestly thought he’d gotten the hang of it.

He’s watching TV and you’re reading a book and decide to dress in one of his sweaters with nothing on underneath.

I mean NOTHING. Like, no underwear, no shirt- nothing.

And I mean the only reaction you get out of him is a small “Hm…” And his eyes widen a little and that seems like that’s all it is.

As you’re pouting, you don’t notice his eyes slowly raking over your body, he just doesn’t blush or anything because this man could keep a poker face if someone had a gun to his head.

And you just stomp your foot a little like. “Am I not beautiful enough for you or something?”

This time you get a bit of a reaction but he just blows his hair out of in front of his eye.

You both have a set of rules that you follow, and in exchange, he lets you eat sweets before dinner and before bed, and he also has to keep his mask off the entire time he’s at home.

“What do you mean? You’re just fine,” he says in that soft, cold tone of his. His eyes linger a little on the hoodie misforming your body.

He loves it actually. He loves how all of the little folds hug you and he knows it smells like him.

He also knows that it’s your comfort blanket of sorts, so of course he knows that something’s wrong with you.

“Come here, Blossoml,” he says softly and he pats his lap.

“No.”

He looks a bit taken back.

Surprised? No. Disappointed? Absolutely.

He notices that you don’t have the little bear he gave you with him and he raises an eyebrow.

“Where’s your toy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

He just sighs quietly and you smirk thinking that you won.

“I’m guessing you don’t want any sweets after dinner tonight then?”

“Mm-mm. Nope.”

You a whole damn lie. And he knows it.

He tries to go through and think about why you’re acting like such a brat today and he remembers that you get like this when you guys haven’t had sex in awhile.

It’s been almost a month.

He does this thing where he tries to deprive himself of things that makes him feel good or makes him happy, but he does it in such a way that you don’t ever recognize it.

“Why should I get to live free and feel good and be happy and my comrades can’t even feel anymore?” That’s what he always said to try and make an excuse for it.

He’s WAY more laid back now than he was years ago though, but he still has some of his same habits.

But it’s too late. You’ve already pushed the brat act and noticed he’s slightly started to get agitated.

He sat back and leaned forward, his elbows rested on his knees, his eyebrows furrowed just a little, his lips just a little pursed.

You were standing right in front of him and you shifted uncomfortably under his intense blanketed gaze.

“K-Kashi-“

“I’m going to ask you one last time, Blossom. Where’s. Your toy?”

“U-Uhm…”

He knows how difficult you are when you get like this, so instead of counting down from 10 or some shit, he spells out his name, and with each letter, his gaze gets more intense.

“K….A….K…..A…..S……”

You start to whine and his eyebrows only furrow more and he stands up, your resolve now nonexistent. “H….”

“I-It’s under the bed and I can’t reach it! I’m sorry!”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “What’s gotten into you today, Blossom?

“NOTHING!”

“Inside voices.”

He taps the side of his head and you nod. That was the signal for him sort of telling you to tone it down a little and you abide to avoid aggravating him.

He walks into the room and kneels down, gently collecting the bear from under the bed.

You thank him and hug him as you chitter quietly and he still has no idea what to do with his hands so he just pats your head.

“If you wanted me to grab your bear for you then why didn’t you just ask?”

You pout and bury your head in his chest. He never really understood the point of people being a great but with YOU he seemed to tolerate WAY more than he would with anybody else.

“I-I… I d-don’t know,” you say quietly.

He sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back, his eyes guiding you to one of his thighs.

“This is what you wanted right? Sincerest apologies for not being able to give more… But this is all I can offer at the moment,” he speaks quietly as you walk closer.

He gently takes you by the waist and positions his legs right in between yours, slowly lowering you how he knows you like it.

Before you move- or before he lets you move- you just stop as you notice his eyes locked on yours.

He gently takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him.

“The next time you need something, just ask. Why do you insist on being a brat?”

You whine more but immediately shut up when you see his sleepy expression.

“B-Being a brat is the only way to get your attention on me! I don’t like it when you’re sad! I want you to be… MINE. Not your mind’s…”

He allows you to fully sit on his thigh, slowly guiding your hips to ride it as he spoke to you.

“Blossom… No. You’re all mine, for sure, you’re just not observant.”

You open your mouth to protest but he puts one of his soft fingers into your mouth so you can’t and you just suck on it contently while listening to him talk to you.

“I notice when and why you act like a brat. Hm? I know that you want this,” he gestures to you. “And so much more. However, I need you to recognize that I’m not like… Most men out here… I’m not normal… I’m so sorry if I seem so distant, truly. I’m *not,* I promise. I just… Don’t equate sex with attention… And I don’t really have a drive for it, yknow? Like…. Just… I don’t know what it is… But I know for sure that it’s not on you.”

You liked it when you both had your heart to hearts. Especially like this.

He wasn’t an especially hard Dom, he always found out what it was you wanted, questioned you on why you thought you deserved what you were claiming you did and made sure you’d been taking care of yourself before he gave it to you. He didn’t like being too rough so he made sure that every action he made was soft and gentle.

You didn’t like gentle all the time, so you’d let him know and then guide him into what you were craving in the moment.

When he choked you for the first time, he was a bit scared but he was also confused. — “U-Uh… People like this s-sort of thing…? Why?”

He also gives REALLY great spankings, but he’s also confused as to why people like being hit too. (Aren’t we all.)

You listen to him and realize that the two of you have had this talk before. You don’t like that he felt forced to tell you this again especially when you knew that it made him uncomfortable.

“Blossom… I’ll do my best for you, okay? I’ll be normal and just like everyone else… At least in terms of expressing my feelings to you… But for now, work the brat out of your system by riding on my thigh.”

You did as instructed, sucking hard on his fingers, your eyes glazed over as you rest your hand on his chest for support as he started to slowly bob his leg for you.

He was okay with one of many things, however, and that was praising you. He always took the chance to praise you, especially whenever you did well, but he took extra care when you were in your moods.

He also knew you liked it when he moaned or when he made noise for you so that you knew you were doing good, so he did just that too.

Whenever you rode his thigh, he always took special care of you, holding your waist and guiding your sex into the hardest part of his thigh.

Bonus points if you’re wearing his shirt, or anything of his really.

He always likes to graze his nails over your skin too because of the goosebumps it gives you.

He watches you make a mess of his thigh, feeling your legs tremble around his and this gives him a smile. It’s VERY subtle, but it’s a smile nonetheless.

“That’s right Blossom, just keep grinding into me just like that… You’re being so good for me baby, don’t stop until you’re satisfied,” is what he often reminds when you’re close.

Occasionally when your leg brushes past or presses into his bulge, he returns the favor and he grinds against your leg subtly, but it’s still there.

And the best part?

He always lets those moans and whimpers out in your ear for you to soak up.

He doesn’t like it when you call him daddy; he just doesn’t. However, he does allow you to call him “Mister” or “Sir” to make up for it.

By this point you’re about ready to cum right there and you know, he’s never held you back from an orgasm, so this should be easy, right?

Wrong…. Kinda.

He tells you to slow down and you just stare up at him in disbelief.

Tf did he mean “sLoW dOwN”

So you whine a little, but then he slaps your ass and you’re just like :O

And a VERY fleeting smirk shows up on his face.

You abide and he pulls your hips down against his lap harder and then you jolt and dig your nails into his chest.

“W-What a-are you doing S-Sir?”

He pushes his fingers deeper in your mouth to shut you up and while you’re riding his thigh, his hips are grinding into your leg and he brings you closer.

Of course, as if he hadn’t already, he broke your very fragile bratty demeanor and he knew he did too.

He nibbled at your ear while all of his sweet little groans flooded into your ear.

He also hiked his leg up hard and that caused to to bite down on his fingers a little as you arched your back.

He lets out a hollow laugh in your ear because he knows that you’re holding back an orgasm.

“Didn’t I tell you to go until you were satisfied? So why are you holding back?” His eyebrows furrow a little and you try not to cum but that doesn’t really last long.

He starts to nibble on your neck with a soft growl and he forces your hips faster against his leg, but you know you’re in trouble now because he starts to spell his name after every single nibble.

“You have until I finish spelling my name,” he said quietly in your ear as if you both were in public.

“H…. A…. T…”

You’re trying again to hold on, and his fingers latch on to your tongue a little not making any of this easier.

Naturally, you start to drool; so you’re a mess on his lap trying to keep from bursting over his leg right then and there. I mean come on, he just started spelling.

“A…K…E… K…A…K…”

You can’t really hold on anymore and he smirks, pleased with himself as you tremble on his thigh, your nails digging into his skin, your toes curling as you try to push yourself onto his thigh more but also try to pull away because you’re so overtimed you could barely take it.

“A.. S…” He laughed quietly as his nips became a little harder, your orgasm only intensifying.

“H… I…” He mumbled quietly as he finished spelling his name into you.

You didn’t know what kind of hold he had on you but you loved it, and you were such a mess on his lap, trembling with labored breathing, you try to stay upright but find it hard to as you’re about to pass out.

“Have you finally got that brat out of your system or should I…” He jolted his leg up into your sex and you whimper loudly looking like you’re about to cry, your eyes widening a little.

“N-No sir! No more! I-I c-can’t take anymore,” you murmur out quietly. “P-Please let’s just cuddle…. I w-want you w-with me,” you whimper. It was apparent to him that you were slipping into subspace and he knew just how to take care of you.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been a good baby for me,” he said softly, gently kissing the side of your head as he picked you up.

He allowed you to lean into him before he laid you on the bed. You were still extremely sensitive and trembling, letting go of him as you let the bed hug you instead.

You knew what time it was so you didn’t complain when he left.

He came back a moments later with a few things; a bag of chocolates he reserved for this occasion, a few candles with a lighter, his cologne, and your favorite lotion.

He lights the candles first and then he places them around the room. The sweet warm scents now filling the area around your room.

He then walks over to you on the bed and he slides into the bed, turning on the TV to some cartoons, warming up a dollop of lotion in his hands.

“Is this what you want to watch, Blossom?”

You, of course, nod sleepily and whine quietly as you feel the warm lotion over your body, his slender hands gently kneading into your back. It felt so good that you couldn’t help but to let out soft mewls and moans trying to press closer to him.

He smiled and moved you onto your stomach so that you were facing the tv and he moved to straddle your lower back as he gently massaged the warm lotion into your back causing you to whimper and whine softly, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

“Am I going too rough?” He asks in that sweet almost melancholy voice of his that you loved. It somehow always managed to lull you into subspace.

You only respond with small grunts and mumbles.

He took a break to open up a couple of the small chocolates and he gently pushed one into your mouth with a soft kiss against your ear as he left the other in a sort of pile right next to you so you could help yourself.

You couldn’t help but to whimper quietly and you nibble at your little bear’s ear as you watch your cartoons, sucking on the chocolate as he went back to massaging your skin with the warm relaxing lotion.

He also loved to worship your body, especially since you tell him that you don’t know if you mean anything to him.

He works the lotion into your whole body; your back, your sides, your arms and hands.

He lotions up your hands by keeping his hips pressed into yours from behind while his hands gently caress yours. He loves playing with the muscles and bones in your hands, primarily your knuckles.

When he was finished with the rest of your body, leaving your neck left treated too with soft kisses as well, he repositioned so that he could cuddle with you from behind.

He ALWAYS cuddled you until you were asleep so he could clean himself up and go make dinner for whenever you chose to wake up, the brat ALWAYS worked out of your system after he was done with you.

“What do you say, Blossom,” he always chided in that sweet almost monotonous voice of his with his soft closed eye smile.

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll be good from now on.”

#requested #naruto shippuden #Kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake lemon #naruto shippuden x reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi x you #kakashi x y/n

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sxvethelastdance · 3 years

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You know I'm sending you the shaolin boys for this ship meme XDD (whichever versions)

Okay so, this actually all works out because someone else sent me a LiuLao ask XD This post will be for our 2021 boys!

General:

How long will they last?: They'll follow each other to the netherrealm and back. I don't know what unit of measurement that constitutes.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?: A routine case of "I fell in love with my best friend." It took them until they both were grand champions to kindle their relationship.

How was their first kiss?: Careful and clumsy, but so sweet.

Wedding:

Who proposed: I wanna say that they did this both at the same time. They're dumb boys who are in love and too eager to get it out

Who is the best man/men?: Kung Lao is the best man ever :)

Who is the braid’s maid(s)?: Sorry, no braids here. Neither of them have enough hair.

Who did the most planning?: Planning to be together? Both of them!

Who stressed the most?: Neither of them! No stress if no wedding

How fancy was the ceremony?: Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They're Shaolin, venues are not a necessity for sentiments shared!)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?: The whole of Outworld, Master Feng, literally anybody at all because their wedding was literally just the two of them proclaiming their love and the link that would bind them for the rest of their lives.

Sex:

Who is on top?: Kung Lao mostly. But see. Every now and again Liu Kang wants to take care of him and make him feel loved/appreciated. That's his other half, you guys.

Who is the one to instigate things?: You would think it's Lao but cmon... Look at Kang's temperament, you can't tell me he's not a dommy bottom. Seriously though, having Liu Kang initiate is the best way to put agency back in his hands. He's the one dictating the terms of this, choosing to give this part of himself to Lao because he's earned his trust. No one else could hope to get this close without getting burned alive.)

How healthy is their sex life?: Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?: Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last?: Depends on the time of day, you know? Busy days make their encounters a flushed frenzy of punch drunk passion in the broom closet. Quiet nights make for a much slower pace

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?: Yep! E Q U A L I T Y

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. ( I want to say that while they are rowdy young men in the prime of their lives, they take things pretty carefully. Liu Kang's past is pretty fraught with rough handling, y'know? They would have to build up to that kinda play at a later point in their relationship if they did it- doesn't matter WHO is on the receiving end.)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?: No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally?: 0

How many children will they adopt?: 0, Mortal Kombat is a full time responsibility! No time for kids

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?: Kang, he's the temple medic.

Who is the stricter parent: I wanna say that hypothetically, Lao would be. He knows all the tricks.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?: Kung Lao in "Do as I say, not as I do" fashion

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?: Everybody packs their own lunch here, but Liu Kang helps

Who is the more loved parent?: They're not parents

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: Let's be real, Liu Kang would fit right in at a PTA meeting. The amount of snarky shade wrapped in courteous pleasantries.

Who cried the most at graduation?: Let's be real, they'd both be sobbing like babies.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: Liu Kang

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking?: It's equal, Shaolin life! Kung Lao makes the more elaborate dishes though

Who is the most picky in their food choice?: Liu Kang. Once you figure out that you can actually CHOOSE what you're eating, you get some preferences yknow?

Who does the grocery shopping?: The food's locally sourced

How often do they bake desserts?: Not often, it's usually sweet rolls.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?: They're both vegetarians #Shaolinstyle

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?: Kung Lao

Who is more likely to suggest going out?: Y'know? I think they're both the 'dinner in' type. It'd have to be a friend that suggests it.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?: Liu Kang. Not because he's a bad cook, but if you let him use his fire to save gas/firewood... Honey, you've got a big storm comin.

Chores:

Who cleans the room?: Both of them, the Masters demand it.

Who is really against chores?: Kung Lao, because he's a lazy daisy

Who cleans up after the pets?: Both of them, but mostly Kang because he keeps snatching up stray cats

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?: Okay, now that's just a question for someone looking for a lashing... Kung Lao-

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?: Liu Kang, he's a courteous host!

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?: Money? in my shaolin temple?

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths?: Kung Lao

Who takes the dog out for a walk?: They switch

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?: That's a good question! I wanna say that it's not often, because I don't understand the nature of holidays and Shaolin life. I'll have to get back to you on that.

What are their goals for the relationship?: To fight for the fate of the world, die for it if necessary. To go together, or not at all. It's a love that's born of two people who have had very few choices in their lives, choosing each other. They're the only choice they've got.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?: Temple life/their internal clocks demand that they get up super duper early... Unless.

Who plays the most pranks?: Oh, you haven't heard about the LiuLao prank war? My friend.

#tilallmyscarsbleedgolden #liu.txt #liulao #shaolin rowdy boys

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proud-and-defiant · 3 years

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OKAY LET ME CLARIFY, THIS ART IS MONTHS OLD IM JUST POSTING IT CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO POST LMAO

For context, this was for a royalty AU plot that I had with someone, but now I’m deciding to make it my own AU because screw the rules I’m changing it

If you’d like to continue reading about the AU then just click the read more :)

Okay SO! As everything I do is, this is a Javid AU, a royalty AU to be specific

Pulitzer runs a kingdom, Katherine and Jack being his son and daughter (Jack’s a Pulitzer now I guess)

Katherine would have been in line for the throne, but because Pulitzer is a sexist fUck he refuses to let her take the throne, going directly out of his way to have another child, that being Jack

Jack, of course, doesn’t want to be king. He doesn’t believe he’s fit for the position and knows that Katherine would rule the kingdom much better.

Pulitzer’s kingdom is well known for how ruthless the inhabitants are and how strong they are in battle. They’re very rough around the edges and violence is very often the first thing that’s resorted to, making them a feared kingdom.

Now for David’s kingdom. It’s ruled by both his parents. David is the oldest of his three siblings, by a few minutes of his twin Sarah, which means he’s in line for the throne.

Their kingdom is known for its agriculture. They control a lot of the food supply and have a lot of allies, and they’re known for being more peaceful.

Because of this, Pulitzer threatens the other kingdom with either combining their two kingdoms, or going to war, and clearly since war is a last resort they choose the first option. So, it’s an arranged marriage situation

And in the beginning Jack and David hate each other

A lot

But eventually they start to enjoy each other’s company,, eventually

EITHER WAY

There’s a weird hierarchy with all this

Jack was Pulitzer’s second wife’s child (who also passed away) which leaves him at the bottom of the totem pole for his family, but if he marries David, who is the first born of his kingdom and set to rule, it would raise his status higher then Pulitzer, which would also mean that he would be the most fit for the throne, which also means yaaaay coronation he’s king once they get married wooo

But the people of Pulitzer’s kingdom still don’t like Pulitzer. In his reign he was rather abusive to both his people and his children, Jack taking the hardest blow. When being put in a position of power there were literal riots to have Pulitzer executed because of how horrible the people had been treated, and as someone who’d taken the hardest hit out of everyone and being under the large amount of pressure, Jack agreed

And that was the start of a downward spiral

Which comes to the first image!! In the beginning Jack was dressed very casually, bright eyed and all with a half tucked in blue button up, but towards his downward spiral he started to resemble his dad a bit more. Much more formal, rigid, and even paranoid, hence the knife. He took on his kingdom’s colors, being red black and gold as well

Long story short David had ended up taking over the responsibility of the kingdom, along with Katherine since, Jack was clearly just,, not all there

And also long story short Jack was willingly killed

So, seems like it’s done right?

Hahah wrong, this is where the second image comes in

David really did love Jack while he was still alive and still,, Yknow, sane, so the aftermath of his death was incredibly hard to take

But maybe a month or so after, mr ghost Jack appears

And he remembers nothing

Nothing as in nothing bad that had ever happened to him. He’s slowly gaining back his good memories

So his ghost form is basically a release from the pain when he was alive

Aaaaaand that’s all I’ve got

I dunno what I’d plan next so

Hope it was worth the read :)

And yes please do ask questions if you have any I love talking to people on here!!

#newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #Javid #royalty AU #katherine pulitzer

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inkdemonapologist · 4 years

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Okay but I do actually want to know both the things you love and the things you could rant about from DCTL?

OH BOY UHHHHHH okay lets see, I'm gonna see if I can do the "add a readmore after you post it" thing and see if that'll keep it stable.......

But also, much like Sammy, I am incapable of shutting up unless you strike me in the head with a blunt object, so uh, forgive my wordiness:

THINGS I ENJOY:

- DCTL gave us Sammy's ink addiction and like, if you had asked me before all this "what would you most like to see in a franchise?" I would not have answered "one of the characters drinks ink accidentally and then discovers that he can't stop" but boy that sure is my favourite concept that I LOVE to see handled literally any other way than how the book handled it!!!

- I like what it added to Tom and Allison and Norman!! Like, it's not big twists on their characters or anything -- we already knew Tom felt he was doing the wrong thing, so getting to see his CRUSHING GUILT over creating the machine isn't New Information, but it's nice to see and understand more of him; for all of them I feel a lot more attached to them after getting to see more of them as people.

- Like 90% of the "I LOVE IT" category for me is how the book handled Joey, and Buddy's relationship with Joey. The way Joey isn't a Sinister Mastermind Who’s Just Screwing With Everyone but just manipulative in a more mundane way -- someone who thinks of himself as just the guy with the vision to call the shots; he wants what he wants and this is how he's learned to get it; he exploits people not through devious schemes, but just by offering them something that they want or need and asking too much in return, expecting their loyalty for his favours. And the way he interacts with Buddy, making Buddy complicit with him and keeping Buddy off-balance and insecure while making him a favourite and treating him as Special is just PERFECT -- gives a lot of content to kind of extrapolate off of when pondering what must've drawn the others in and convinced them to ignore the red flags. I was initially frustrated with the idea of Buddy not being an artist and jUST DECIDING TO LEARN TO ANIMATE ON THE SPOT ("I've never done this before but I'm sure I can just do an artist's job" is a weirdly common throwaway thing in media and as an artist iTS A PET PEEVE) but actually the way they use his plagiarism to make him trapped in a lie in ways Joey doesn't even realise ends up being a neat echo of other employees (coughTOMcough), who were involved in much graver sins but suddenly felt they couldn't object or they'd lose their one chance, just like Buddy. There's a lot here that I think is really great.

OKAY THATS THE GOOD STUFF, LET'S COMPLAIN ABOUT SAMMY:

- Uncomfortable Bigotry Vagueness that we all knew was gonna be in this list -- I dunno man, a guy committing a microaggression and getting startled and defensive when he's called out for it doesn't necessarily completely ruin his character I GUESS, but the way this was handled is just SO WEIRD AND VAGUE that it's uncomfortable and it doesn't seem to serve any real purpose. "Is Tom black?" is a question I actually have to ask because the text sort of implies he is while also dancing around it and apparently Word of God said he's not??? which makes Buddy's comment nonsensical???? And I mean, you could go that route, since Buddy wonders to himself if Sammy talks to everyone like this -- HE ACTUALLY DOES!! Even within the text of the novel, he uses "Joey" instead of Mr. Drew, which is consistent with his audiologs in the game -- but that makes the writing suggest "this character THINKS this guy might be racist but actually they're reading too much into it and it wasn't racially motivated at all, he's just a jerk!!" wHICH IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE ICKY??? Anyway like yeah I guess it's not inconsistent with his character that while Sammy Lawrence may not have any specific grudge against minorities he has probably not checked his privilege or done the work to challenge his own internal biases, but “Your Fav Probably Contributes To Systemic Racism In Ways He Hasn’t Considered, As Do We All When Our Assumptions Go Unchecked” is still a wild thing to wade through in a fun story about demonic cartoons

- but yknow so is T H E H O L O C A U S T

- Sammy's voice is wrong. I'm actually okay with him being a weird awkward asshole, I already kind of assumed he was and that's part of why I like him!! but there's so many places he doesn't quite... talk like himself? And not just in terms of word choice, like -- so in his monologue at the end, he's described as talking so quickly that his words are "tumbling out faster than he can speak them," which initially seems fine; like yeah, that's a Standard Scene we're familiar with, the person who's been Driven Mad With Insight becoming more and more manic as they try to convey it -- until I tried to imagine it and realised that Sammy doesn't talk like this. That's a really consistent quality I always notice about his voice; whether he's almost giddily excited in prophet mode, or he’s his irritated and overworked human self, or he's violently angry and his voice has that echo effect -- he always speaks very deliberately. He enunciates carefully. There's some circumstances where I'd buy this as showing that he's Not Himself, but I feel like those would kind of need to be in the middle of his transformation, not at the end of it.

- In fact a lot of the scenes with Sammy kind of have this feeling -- that it's not necessarily an exploration of Sammy as a character, but that he is filling a trope or archetype role here. Once he's fully transformed he excitedly describes the process as more of a mental compulsion, which is in contrast to his weird yeerk-infected behaviour when trying to get ink from Miss Lambert. Both of those scenes don't seem wrong on their own because they fit tropes we know -- but they feel weird when you try to fit them together.

- I also just in general am not a fan of the ink acting like a weird yeerk. It can be a parasite I guess but when it starts overwriting and puppeting people and crawling around to enter their body that's just a completely DIFFERENT kind of supernatural story and it’s not what im here for!!!

- THE FREAKIN!!! HE WILL SET US FREE!!!! WHY????????? SAMUEL LAWRENCE WHAT IS HE SETTING YOU FREE FROM??????? Sammy has No Motive for any of what he's doing, other than just Ink Made Me Do It. The whole thing that was INTERESTING about Sammy as a character is the contrast between this frustrated, ornery musician with no specific love for the cartoons he works on, and the manically devoted cultist he becomes. What happened in the middle there? What made him desperate enough to shift his mindset so much? "Something supernatural made him do things that don't benefit him in any way" is a very boring answer to this question!!! Susie was a victim who implies that her transformation has forced her to do things she didn't want to do, but we can still see her motive -- she wanted to be Alice, so she took a sketchy offer to try to get what she wanted. Even now, her violence echoes that goal -- to be a more perfect Alice. What did Sammy want? WHO KNOWS. Even in his ink-addled state at the end, we don't understand what he hopes the Ink Demon will even do for him, and in fact he seems to be responsible for creating the very scenario he's begging Bendy to reverse in the game.

- [sighs loudly into my hands]

- Overall I'm left wondering if the author just..... didn't like Sammy Lawrence? And I don't mean that in the sense of him being a rude jerk -- like, Joey is not a good person, but the author seems to be interested in him and in what makes him tick. There doesn't seem to be that same interest in Sammy. Sammy's role in the story is that of a monster, transformed into something murderous, unable to prevent or choose it. He's not a victim of anyone but the ink, no one had to manipulate him or figure out how his brain worked or what he wanted or what he feared or give him any reason to do the things he does -- ink got in his mouth and overwrote his personality. And we don't even get to see that change, not really. He starts out angry and defensive and continues being angry and defensive up until his very last scene, denying his ink-stealing but not really much else. We see all his prophetic sketches but we never see hints of this in him, we never see him start to act more excited and hopeful, we never see him seek out the demon he desires to please. Why do we never see Sammy struggling between his dismissive angry front and a building religious fervour he can't quite suppress? We don't get to see any of the in-between. There's no interest at all in why or even what it looked like as Sammy became what he became, when, to be honest, I suspect interest in precisely that is one reason he's such a big fav.

- It's funny, in a "cries into my hands" kind of way, when Sammy is just knocked in the head while monologuing and immediately removed from the story without further mention, like...... that sure is the pattern with him, isn't it, he just tries very very hard and never actually gets to matter, but it also fits right in here, too, in this book that doesn't want to think about his motives -- he rambles nonsensically, explaining nothing, gets one trademark phrase, and then is hastily removed so the story doesn't have to think about him anymore.

...................I think that's most of it.

...

Y'all............ I'm not ready for Sent From Above.......... I'm just not.... I'm not emotionally ready...... like..... Sammy has to be in that right..... he’s Susie’s boss and she has that big crush on him..................................... I’m not ready

#i know you have questions you always do #we all write on the walls #hopefully I have not gotten completely confused on any of these points but LMAO ITS POSSIBLE

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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First Date HCs with Babe Heffron

warnings: hehe cursing once again, fluff fluff someone say fluff? and yeah pretty long

words: abt 1.4k

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First Date HCs with Babe Heffron

Look I really don’t know why, but something in my heart and gut tells me that he’ll take you to an ice-skating rink as a first date. Something also really tells me that he actually knows how to ice-skate.

It’s currently summer and the Philly heat is putting Florida to shame. Then suddenly, a literal lightbulb pops up above Babe’s head.

He’s been planning this for months actually and he just thought it’d be a really cute way to spend your first date together. So buckle in my loves, Babe “Only the Nuns Call Me Edward” Heffron is planning to take you on the best date ever.

You, however, have no fucking clue where he’s gonna take you and you’re left in the dark basically. But from the look on your boyfriend’s face tells you that you’re in for a treat.

“Ta-da!” (*then he strikes a lil pose*)

“Babe… An ice-skating rink? Y’know I can’t skate for shit-”

“That’s why I’m gonna teach ya.”

You never knew Babe could skate and you throw him a questioning glance. He only responds with a smirk that seems to say ‘i’m guessing you didn’t know that, surprise!’.

He’s a ray of sunshine but damn does he love to surprise you constantly, this dude pulling them out like a magician and you could only ever wonder how you got so lucky to end up with him.

Babe is legit so fucking wholesome and it’s always endless smiles when you’re with him. He just wants to impress you and make you happy (fuck bros, he’s just so amazing).

Since Babe didn’t tell you where you two were going you didn’t think of bringing a jacket, so when you step into the building, it’s as cold as Bastogne (I mean not really, but like-- Pretty damn close I think).

It’s refreshing yeah, and it’s a nice break from getting literally barbecued but holy fucking shit you’re going to freeze.

Babe notices your teeth chattering and he feels sad that he kept the location of the first date a surprise.

And like the sweet boyfriend that he is, he takes off his coat and puts it over your shoulders.

You’re reluctant at first because like now he’s going to get cold but he insists. So you put it on and you’re immediately warmed up.

There was always something about Babe’s clothes that made you happy, it always smelled sweet but fresh.

Babe then mentions that he had a spare coat in the car and you’re just like “??? Why didn’t you just give it to me in the first place I-”

He’s cute and he’s your boyfriend so he gets a pass, but you couldn’t help but lightly facepalm at the whole situation.

But Babe also points out that you look cute when you wear his clothing, so he has absolutely no problem with it. You also do like to wear his coat, so like it’s a win-win situation here.

He runs over to the car and you wait patiently for him to come back. Babe returns and takes you by the hand into the area where y’all put on your new sick kicks so y’all can slide on the ice.

Babe guides you over to the ice and you have to try your best to not let your legs literally give out under you. But Babe’s here to help you before you could fall on your ass.

Babe then decides that it’s time to teach you how to skate with him. It was even hard to stand up on the ice.

But like bro kjsahja he’s so fucking protective and it’s really cute how he makes sure that you won’t get hurt-

Suddenly up in the skies above, God decided to just yeet you and your legs. So you fall down and legit see the world flash right before your eyes.

In this moment while looking for any support, Babe’s arm was right there so what else could you grab?

And so here we witness two cuties on a date crashing to the ground faster than the speed of light.

When the both of you had finally recovered from the shock, Babe is just bombarding you with questions and making sure if you are okay.

He stopped when you let out a chuckle and nodded your head, beaming at him. Babe let out a laugh too while getting up and soon helped you back at your feet.

(By the way, I’m sorry for all of the people reading this who actually know how to ice skate, I personally don’t and kajkshdk, it does look very hard.)

You two recovered from the fall and went around skating as usual.

It was reassuring to have him behind you, the hand on your hip and shoulder reminding you that your boyfriend will support your body from going down.

He’s very patient and he doesn’t mind you asking to stay on the edge of the rink.

You get a surge of confidence and flash Babe a cheeky smile before nodding your head to tell him that you’re ready to go out into the middle of the rink.

Thank God the rink you chose wasn’t that crowded, and there was actually a ton of space for you two to skate.

So you tightly take a hold of Babe’s hand as he starts to skate, pulling you along with him.

You think it’s a miracle you haven’t actually fallen yet once again (Babe’s vibes are too strong to let that happen).

Babe makes sure to constantly give you words of encouragement and always makes sure that he shows you with his million dollar smile.

He also let you wrap your arms around his waist while he skates, and you indulge in his warmth as the two of you actually kinda gracefully slide on ice.

Like two fucking angels bro, whatta stunning sight to see.

The ice skating rink Babe took you too also served hot cocoa, so when taking breaks you two would get some and just vibe in the lil seating area nearby.

Babe would also just overflow his cocoa with marshmellows and you’d just stand there and watch because y’know you can’t stop him.

After finishing your drinks, the both of you would just enthusiastically go back to the rink.

It wasn’t long before you actually started to get the hang of it and you even asked Babe if you could try to skate without his help.

Babe agrees but he tries his best to keep an eye on you.

You skate out in the middle of the rink and do a few turns and basics, yknow? You also even managed to do a couple of spins and Babe’s reaction was just so amazing, he legit looks like a proud parent.

Babe goes over to you and is just smiling and being a ray of sunshine. He’s complimenting you and you’re blushing.

“That was great! You’re a natural, I remember the first time I ever skated, I kept falling and tripping. You’re a fast learner, you know that?”

“Well that’s because I have a good teacher.”

It was his turn to blush and cue Babe shutting down. You smile at his flushed face and grab his hand to skate more.

Gliding easily along the ice, you seem to lose yourself in his eyes, and him the same to yours. The latest songs played on the PA system, soon a slow and steady love song rang throughout the building.

You and Babe slowed down and swayed lightly as you two made circles around the rink.

The song ends and you two just sorta stay there in the same spot for what seemed like hours, just taking in each other’s presence. His red hair looked darker and his warm brown eyes held nothing but love.

You lean forward, his coat still on your form, and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. A soft but intimate act that you two always shared.

The Philly man didn’t know what he did in his life to deserve someone as amazing as you, he brings his face closer to yours-- his soft lips capturing your own in a kiss.

And just like that, Babe Heffron felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

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a/n: ey yo, me again- i’ve never skated in my life so i just kinda had to wing it? idk there might be some mistakes about how i portray the building in itself, and i apologize for em.

but i really hope that everyone who read this enjoyed these hcs, and i wanna thank y’all for even reading it! i love you guys, and once again i’ll pass my finest vibes to you.

have a great day and stay safe! 😩💕💕

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanons #babe heffron #babe heffron x reader #babe heffron headcanons #hbo war #hbo war x reader

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hackedmotionsensors · 3 years

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you ever read a text message that’s two months late bc you ignore most messages that come onto your phone becase 99% of them are the damned group chat that you hardly participate in or spam calls from democrats making sure you vote to keep Newsome (I’m gonna please stop texting me) or they’re from your weekly trip to get poke letting you know your poke bowl is ready.

And that message is a scathing reply from the guy you didn’t want to talk to in the first place who 1) made you cry because he made you feel stupid but you didn’t say anything so you got a little bit bitchy in response the next time you played games (my bad obviously) but you also took a few weeks away from playing said game because it felt toxic to you. You felt like hey maybe this isn’t for me if this is the vibe. Also you had other things you wanted to do on a saturday night no offense. So then you go and tell your IRL friend about this who’s a mutual acquaintence about what was going on and just that it made you cry bc you had to get it off your chest or you were going to explode. And then that guy goes and asks HER about it and she tells him (thanks a lot) and then HE turns it into a big deal when all you wanted to do was let it fester and then pass hoping that your ADHD would eventually let it go (shocker it actually did)

2) he then HOUNDS you over the phone because HE JUST WANTS TO TALK CAN’T WE TALK ABOUT THIS LIKE ADULTS. And you are physically and mentally not okay to talk about it. This has never happened to you before. People, men especially, never want to TALK THINGS OUT. They just assume I’m a bitch (i am) and treat me as such. I’m okay with that. I don’t want to talk about how you made me cry for nearly a week straight or how I wanted to kinda k-word myself because I felt so stupid and that I was basically a wreck on this whole situation on top of being unemployed for so long on top of a pandemic on top of not being able to see my family for well over a year. LoL I messed up the pronouns at this point but oh well. (are I and you pronouns? Idk I’ve been out of school for a very long while) So yes you create a slightly bigger problem by not answering the phone. But the other reason this pops off like this is because he messaged me in the group chat. Again a thing I do not check bc I don’t like group chats. I don’t like getting multiple messages all at once because the messaging gives me anxiety or something. It sets me on edge. Probably to do with my ADHD but if I’m trying to think of something else and my phone is blowing up its easier for me to just turn the volume off. HOWEVER on this occassion I accidentally let my phone die. ITS A REALLY OLD PHONE. And because of the pandemic the only people who call me are my mom and dad. Literally no one else except for my good friend Scam Likely. So I missed his initial question to me which he took as being a slight. So then he starts calling me demanding I talk to him.” Is it too much to ask for a conversation” KIND OF RIGHT NOW DUDE. So then i reply about how look i can’t do this right now. I’m kind of stressed about a lot of stuff (i was) I don’t really have the ability to talk right now. Then a week or so later he asks me again. That was also when I fucking poisoned myself lmfao So I say I can’t talk today why don’t we talk tomorrow. So then I waited all day for him to call. No call came. So I figured. Fine. You were the one who wanted to talk to me. I’m not going to call you . I didn’t want to make a big fucking deal about this in the first place. I wanted to sit in my shame hole and cry and then get over it.

So then.

I forgot.

I didn’t forget about all this I just sorta forgot about the phone call bc he never called me back. I didn’t realize in his mind I was supposed to call HIM.

3) he waits a month and then sends me that scathing text. How I’m a bad friend to his girlfriend (who I’m actually friends with but maybe not anymore bc of all this). He tells me how I was as rude to him as he was to me (I called him fat legs and admittedly it was harsh and mean [he’s not fat by any means but it wasn’t cool] and I felt bad about it. HOWEVER. I HIGHLY DOUBT HE SPENT THE FOLLOWING WEEK CRYING AND WANTING TO DIE. SO. IDK MAN. Also I got meaner AFTER the crying fit. So. Yknow. Not cool and not mature absolutely and I’ll apologize for that for sure. But I highly doubt I was the forefront of your mind whereas I had trouble getting out of bed or wanting to idk LIVE??? I’m not gonna blame this on ADHD but there is 100% a thing I suffer from and that’s that compounded rejection behavior where a simple rejection or feeling of rejection its PROFOUNDLY TAKEN BAD. Its probably gotten worse since I have no human outlet to talk to. Especially since the last person I tried to talk to ratted me out.

So I miss this huge text message basically telling me that I’m a bad friend. To not talk to him ever again. If I ever say anything to him he’s going to call me out. How I’m immature and a bad person. How I got mad over “mario kart” (that wasn’t what it was about) and that’s really stupid.

So yknow. I had to reply to that. But at this point its two+ months late. So it doesn’t even matter at this point. I’ve basically lost a friend I really really liked and thought the world of because of her fiance treating me like ....I don’t even know what this treatment is but he got really bossy and in my face about this and I come from a family where we either hold a grudge or scream at the top of our lungs at each other. I’ve never once been hounded like that. Which I mean is probably ACTUALLY the mature response. I don’t even know. It doesn’t matter now because I fucked it all up and I feel even more stupid than I did before. I want to talk to someone about this but I literally can’t.

Do NOT reblog this because its super personal and embarassing and I’ll probably delete it later anyway.

I was having a pretty fun day (albeit having it start late which I don’t like) until I saw this literally as I was leaving the house..

#do not reblog #personal

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aremiies · 3 years

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❥ star gazer !

pairings: tamaki x fem!reader

warnings: just bad writing and very tooth rottening fluff 🥺

y/n was a kind soul, everyone that knew her could tell you that. she was the type to always go out her way to make sure that you were okay, to make sure you were taking care of yourself. it seemed that there wasn’t a bad bone in her body. there couldn’t be. she was way too caring for her own sake, it was as if you couldn’t make her mad even if you tried, and that’s what everyone admired about her. especially one very anxious blue haired heroine who just so happened to go by the name of tamaki. tamaki had always admired y/n for her selflessness, her successfulness as a future pro-hero... her beauty that aphrodite herself would be jealous of.

to put it short, tamaki absolutely adored the girl. the poor boy always found himself thinking about her at the worst times imaginable. whenever she was around, he couldn’t help but stare and hope— just a little— that she would notice him. little did the anxious boy know, that she did notice him. she noticed him just as much as he did her. there were times where she’d want to go up to him and try to make basic conversation, just to get to know the boy better, but she always decided off of it knowing how bad the boys’ nerves were. she didn’t want to make him talk to her if he didn’t want to. but, oh, boy did tamaki want to talk to her. he wanted to talk to her about everything under the sun. what were her plans in life? what was her favorite food? how does she manage to look so good when sparring—?

tamaki sighed as he watched the girl through glass windows in the lobby. she wasn’t doing much, just sitting on a bench in the courtyard with a pink haired girl who’s name he was sure was mina.

“what’s wrong tamaki?” tamakis’ long time friend, mirio, asked as he followed tamakis’ eyes, trying to find what he was staring at so intensely. “oh... i see. want me to go talk to her for you?”

tamaki immediately lifted his head out of his hands, halfway breaking his neck to look at his friend standing behind him, “n-no! don’t do that p-please. sh-she m-might not even like me for all i know. i don’t want to embarrass m-myself mirio.” tamaki blubbered.

mirio chuckled a bit as he shook his head, “tamaki, you’re not going to embarrass yourself ! y/n is the nicest girl— probably ever. even if she didn’t want to go out with you, you’d probably never know.”

“g-go out with me?! no y-you’ve got it all wrong, i-i don’t wanna go out with her....” tamaki trailed off as he watched mirio’s smug expression. “okay, i do. i really, really do... but i just... i-i’d be so horrible with talking with her i couldn’t ever p-possibly go on a proper date with her. ugh, she makes me so nervous.” tamaki whined as he dug his blushing face into the palms of his hands.

“don’t worry, tamaki. i got this, i promise. i’ll set you guys up on a date where you won’t really have to look at each other to talk... or something. i’m not really sure what i’ll do yet, but i’ll make sure that it benefits you.” mirio grinned. tamaki had no idea what mirio was planning, he just hoped that he wouldn’t mess everything up with his uneasy-ness. tama watched his friend exit the lobby doors and walk over to the two girls who were sitting on the bench. watching as mirio had gotten y/n’s attention, tamaki felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach and then even lower when y/n looked behind to make unexpected eye contact with the boy who was, quite literally, sweating bullets as of right now. y/n gave a smile and wave to tamaki; feeling her cheeks warm up when he hesitantly waved back, she found his shyness cute. when she turned around after what felt like literal years to tamaki, he let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. although he was a sweaty, blushing mess, he hadn’t looked away from the interaction that was going on outside the window in front of him. there was a lot of nodding, smiling and pointing in the direction of tamakis person going on which made him incredibly more nervous— if it was even possible. eventually, the conversation had ended and mirio threw a thumbs up in tama’s direction.

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the following night, to say tamaki was nervous was a severe understatement, he was sweating and his breathing was heavy. he felt as if he was going to pass out. as tamaki opened the doors to exit the dorm building he felt the coolness of the night air hit his face. it felt good to say the least, and with that and the little bit of courage he could bring him self to muster up, he walked in the direction of the arena where the ua sports festival was held, his breathing getting heavier and heavier with each step he took. after what felt like way more time than it actually was, tamaki made it to the arena. he took a step inside and looked around; a few yards in front of him he could see an indigo colored blanket with what looked like a speaker sitting on top of it.

“oh i see... we can listen to music and star gaze!” tamaki observed. “that way, we don’t really have to look at each other, we look at the stars. and even if we do have to look at each other, it’s night time so i won’t really be able to see y/ns’ face!” a small smile spread across the boys’ face. mirio hadn’t told the boy what’d he’d planned and now that he could see for himself, he loved the idea of stargazing, he’d always wanted to do it, and this would be the perfect time. tamaki sat down on the blanket and grabbed his phone from his pants pocket, looking for the app he usually listened to music on. the boys’ sweat laced hands gripped the phone tightly as he scrolled through his library looking for a specific playlist he’d made one day as he thought of a specific girl. connecting his phone to the bluetooth speaker that sat next to him, he hesitantly played the song and as if on cue the girl he’d been waiting for walked through the doors of the arena as the first couple of lyrics came through the speaker.

“you don’t have to be a hero to save the world.”

she was still wearing her school uniform, but the moonlight illuminated her person like a spotlight and, boy, did she look amazing in it.

“tamaki!” y/n called, quickening her pace over to the blue haired boy who’d sat waiting for her.

tamaki picked his head up from his phone upon hearing his name and looked over at the girl jogging up to him, “o—oh! hey y-y/n... i thought we could maybe s-star-stargaze...” he trailed off a bit. he thought he could do this, but as she came closer and closer he could see more and more of her face. more than he thought he’d be able to see. nonetheless, the boy composed himself as best he could. it was too late to back down, she was already here. “i also started to p-play some music th-that i saved. i-if you don’t like it w-we can turn it off and y-you can put on some music of your o—“

“tamaki,” the sweet talker of girl interrupted him softly, “i love this song, and i would love to stargaze with you.” she smiled at the boy before going to sit atop the blanket.

“oh-oh! that’s a relief, ho-honestly i thought you didn’t like it... but let’s just start... i guess? i w-was thinking that we c-could talk a bit... yknow a-as we star gaze...” tamaki considered, following the girls actions and sitting next to her on the blanket.

once again, y/n smiled as she began to lay down, “of course, silly. how else would we get to know each other.”

“righ-right,” tamaki chuckled nervously, “its okay if i lay down next to you, right?”

y/n nodded, “feel free to lay however close you want.”

tamaki’s face felt as if it was on fire at the mere thought of being as close as he wanted to the girl one would call him being infatuated with. tamaki, however, tried his best not to let his nerves get the best of him and lied down next to the girl in question.

there was silence between the two, the only noise being the music playing softly from the speaker before y/n spoke up, “the stars are absolutely beautiful.” she gushed.

“y-yeah. they really are.” tamaki agreed. now that he was actually melting into his current situation, things weren’t going as bad as he thought.

“tamaki?” y/n called.

“y-yeah? what is it?” tamaki could already feel his hands clamming up as he looked over to the girl next to him. how did she manage to look so good all the time?

“can i um... can i hold your... hand?” she shyly suggested.

tamaki wasted no time answering the girls question, “wh— yeah! of course— er... they’re a bit sweaty, though... sorry.” he gave a sheepish smile as he began wiping his hands on his pants.

“that’s okay! i just... really want to hold them. i’m sorry if this is weird.” y/n trailed off as she grabbed the hand closest to hers.

“no! no, of course it’s not weird. i actually wanted to hold your hand too... i-i’ve always wanted to hold your hand. i’ve always wondered how s-soft your hands would be...” tamaki slapped a hand over his mouth after realizing what he’d said, “oh god, that sounded so w-weird. i-i’m sorry! i-i guess i should tell you then, huh?”

“is it going to be what i think it’ll be?” y/n teased lightly.

“if you’re guessing i’m going to tell you that i really, really like you, then you’re right... i like you a lot, y/n. i have for some time now and i want to ask you properly this time; do you want to maybe... go on a date with me? l-like a proper one next time! we could go out to lunch o-or spend the day together... something like that.” tamaki said in a voice soft with nothing but affection.

tightening her grip on his hand just a bit, y/n looked over at the anxious boy next to her. the anxious boy she would soon be able to call hers, “of course i would tamaki. there’s nothing i would like more.”

a/n: thank you for reading !! i had no idea how to end this

#tamaki x reader #x reader #fanfic #my hero academia #mha #mha tamaki #new writer boost #writing #anime #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader

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lunatic-fandom-space · 3 years

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Comparing RWBY and YGO DM: The Handling and Evolution of Themes

Hey! Its been a hot minute since I last posted anything RWBY-related but Im laying in my bed right now and Im sick and bored so I guess we're doing this. Today I will do my best to analyze what I percieve to be the main themes and messages of both of these shows, or more specifically, how theyre handled narratively. Im mostly focusing on that part because, while these series do have similar themes and messaging, they are still a few things in which they are wildly different. And with that, lets start with this essay-post-thing!

1. Theres something we need to adress first

Okay so, before we can really talk about this, theres something I feel the need to clarify here: Neither of these stories was "planned from the beginning".

Now, I dont think a story being planned from the beginning or not nesscessarily makes the story any better or worse by default, however, it is still important to acknowledge because the way the story is planned is going to affect every facet of it. Things are not going to be foreshadowed properly, things are gonna be set up only for nothing to come of it, the story might drastically change directions, characters might act differently, etc, etc.

And, this is bit off-topic but, it's much better to just admit that the story was not planned than trying to pretend that it was. Like, there are a lot of reasons why I tend to be so forgiving towards YGO even though its not very good, but one of them is definitely the fact that, as far as Im aware atleast, the guy who wrote it isnt pretending to have had this big master plan all along and neither is the fandom. With RWBY on the other hand... yeaaaah, its kinda the opposite. From what Ive seen of RWBYs fandom, there seems to be this pretty popular narrative that everything was planned even though it clearly wasnt. Thats pretty bad and honestly lowers my opinion of the writers so much more than if they would just admit to not having a proper plan.

Like, I initially consumed YGO like this: Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters, Yu-Gi-Oh (aka Season 0), like, a quarter of the Yu-Gi-Oh manga (I still havent finished it)

In all three of these we have the character of Yami Yuugi, or just Yami. Broadly speaking, he is an ancient egyptian gamer spirit who lives in a magical puzzle that has not been solved for 3000 years until this highschooler named Yuugi Mutou comes along and solves it, thus setting him free and allowing him to possess Yuugi and have access to the vague magical powers of the puzzle.

In Duel Monsters he's perfectly fine most of time, morally speaking. There is an instance of him almost murdering a guy and its a bit unclear what exactly happens to those he mindcrushes but overall he's very much a pretty good guy. In Season 0 most of what he does is set up these games for bad people, where they will go insane no matter what they do. From how I understand this whole Shadow Game, Penalty Game stuff, if you lose a Shadow Game, you get violent and intense hallucinations and you will always cuz yknow, gamer spirit. But if you try to cheat, which most of the bad people do in this show, you get violent and intense hallucinations as a punishment.

Since the two anime are generally considered two different continuities, its perfectly fine that Yamis characterization is wildly different in both of them. But in the manga both of these characterizations appear, basically one after the other with no real arc or consequences, for that matter. Why is that? Simply put, someone thought it was a good idea to try to turn an episodic, very slice of life-y light-horror manga into a more traditional, more plot-driven battle shounen. From what Ive heard, it was apparently largely because of network interference or something, but the point is, it changed directions incredibly drastically with little planning and everyone knows this and I can understand that for the most part.

In RWBY we have the character of Blake Belladonna, who, in the first 3 volumes/seasons atleast, was this aloof, more toned down loner-type character with a pretty strong sense of justice. She's an in-universe marginilized racial minority and she clearly cares about racial injustice. The way its initially framed makes it seem like she had a very hard life and no stable support system, which is what eventually pushed her to join a Civil Rights group/Terrorist organization (good god, the Faunus subplot is so awful, I could write a whole essay about it but Im already de-railing rn so I'll just save that for later).

Then, in volumes 4-5 it turns out her father is actually like, the mayor or chief of this island-place called Menagerie and she grew up in this big mansion with multiple guards/servants. Oh and also, apparently "space is a commodity" on there, so theres that. She still retains large parts of her personality but she's kinda like, worse somehow I think. I cant really describe it in a meaningful way but I hope you get what Im saying anyway. Then in Volume 6 she confronted her emotional abuser Adam (sorry for not mentioning him sooner but yeah, he was like, her abusive boyfriend, which is something that a lot of people disagree with but I wont really say anything about it either way because I dont really feel any specific way) with her friend, Yang, and ended up killing him.

After all that, she pretty much lost the rest of her personality, as well as her arc about all the Faunus stuff. She just kinda became the meek, generically nice, recovering abuse victim. Why? Well, the actual reason is that they didnt plan out shit and are just kinda flying by the seat of their oversized clown-pants and if they and the fandom just admitted it, I would have less of an issue. I still wouldnt be as forgiving towards RWBY as I am towards YGO because the crux of the issue, for me, is just that I dont particulary like RWBY but also like. Do you really expect me to take MKEK seriously as writers after admitting to not have a timeline because iT wOuLd CaUsE pLoThOlEs?

However, since they want us to believe that everything was planned out from the beginning, the explaination would be.... Idk, they deliberately butchered one of their main characters?? Because.. they hate her?? Maybe????

So yeah, that was quite a detour however, I would like you to keep this mind going forward.

2. Themes of the Early Series'

First, what do mean by 'Early Series' for both of these shows respectively? Well, for YGO that would have to be Season 0 or if youre reading the manga, everything pre-Duelist Kingdom. Basically, the part of the series thats a episodic, very slice of life-y light-horror series.

For RWBY that would be the first three Volumes, also known as the Poser-Era. Back then it was just kinda an action series that took place at Anime Warrior Academy (also known as Beacon) with some pretty bare minimum worldbuilding, character-driven plots and developments but now its more of an epic high-fantasy story with more of an emphasis on plot as opposed to just action.

The themes and messages in Early YGO are kinda vague, very confusing to me and if you were to follow any of it literally that would be pretty bad. For now Im just gonna say the main themes are Friendship and Identity and mostly focus on the Identity aspect.

Now, it took me a little while to figure out RWBYs deal but I think the main themes for Volumes 1-3 are also Friendship and Heroism. Once again, I'll mostly focus on Heroism and touch on Friendship more briefly later.

I dont have much more to add to YGOs themes right now, so I'll briefly go over Heroism in RWBY.

In RWBYs setting there are these man-eating monsters called Grimm that have basically infected the planet. In order to deal with that, they have people called huntsmen and huntresses that kill them and protect people. Theyre trained at special academies like Beacon and go on missions there and stuff like that. Our four main characters, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang, are training to become huntresses and one day they go on this mission to clean up a grimm infested city block with one of their teachers. Obviously, that takes a long time so they have to camp out in one of the empty houses. Weiss, Blake and Yang cant sleep because theyve been thinking about this question that their teacher asked them when they were fighting grimm: "Why do you want to become a huntress?"

They have a heart to heart and we find out about their motivations; Weiss wants to bring honour back to her family, Blake want to distance herself from the White Fang (that terrorist organization I mentioned earlier) and as an extension from Adam, Yang wants to have a life of adventure. They also talk about why Ruby wants to be a huntress and it turns out that she judt wants to help people. Unlike the others, she has no motivation besides that. We're meant to listen to that and look at her as a sort-of personification of Heroism: kind, but not naive, strong and most of all, selfless. The others on her team are not portayed as bad for not being like Ruby by any means but we are clearly meant to admire her the most out of all of them.

Okay, now comes the part Ive been looking forward to the most:

3. How did these themes evolve in the Modern Series'?

Alright, before we can really delve into the way they evolved in YGO I'll have to give you a brief summary of the character progression. At the start of DM, during the Duelist Kingdom arc, Yami Yuugi is just that; A darker Yuugi. Hes more confident, bolder, his voice is deeper, hes somehow taller, more ruthless, all that good stuff. Notably, he doesnt actually seem more skilled than Yuugi even at the start of this story, but he's still dependent on Yami. Yami on the other hand, has no identity of his own or even hints at one at this point. He's just The Other Yuugi.

Then during the Battle City arc, they find out that Yami was actually a pharao prior to being sealed in the puzzle, he just didnt know because of amnesia, I guess. So now they need to find out his real name and then send him to the afterlife because hes meant to be dead, but not before saving the world from being swallowed by darkness, which is also a thing they have to do now.

Then we finally get to the Memory World arc, where Yami, Yuugi and the rest of the gang astralproject to ancient egypt via puzzle magic. Yami is trying to figure out what the hell is going on and who all these familiar people are, while Yuugi & Co are trying their best to help him. Then some weird shit happens and it turns out that all of that is not just Yamis sealed away memories, but also a giant D&D Shadow Game that will destroy the world if Yami loses. So now theres Pharao!Yami who is still clueless on the metaphorical and literal playing field and Player!Yami, who is kinda controlling himself now? I guess?? Yamis opponent, The Spirit of The Ring, has something similar to that going on where hes both controlling and properly participating in the game. So Player!Yami is now fighting against Player!TSoTR, Pharao!Yami is now fighting against Thief King Bakura (who is like, the human, ancient egyptian version of the Ring Spirit) and Yuugi is now fighting against Yami Bakura (who is like, the human, modern japanese version of the Ring Spirit). Yuugi gets Yamis real name, he and the gang go over to Pharao!Yami and tell him his name, meanwhile Player!Yami is also somehow helping as well and they defeat the Ring Spirit, thus saving the world. Then they travel to modern Egypt, the Ceremonial Duel happens and Yuugi wins, sending Yami to the Afterlife where he can finally rest and that was the series!

I originally wanted to recount the stuff that was going on with the Ring Spirit and his host as well because they parallel eachother, but this summary is already far too long and I think youll get the point without me needing to explain any more.

My point here is, that the story went from being vaguely about Identity, maybe? to being very clearly about Self-Discovery and Learning to Be Independent. I think this is a very good way to evolve the messaging of your story. How does RWBY track on that?

Well, uh... its not great. I will acknowledge that they have tried to introduce new themes and ideas since, even though I wont really be talking about them in this post. But yeah, the whole Heroism thing really regressed.

Like, I didnt explicitly say it when I was explaining grimm earlier, but theyre not going away. The grimm have always been there and people who sign up to become huntsmen and huntresses are effectively signing up for a job that will never truly be done, no matter what they do. Characters like Ruby and even more minor ones like Phyrrah have shown us that that doesnt matter when youre a hero. No life isnt worth saving, no grimm isnt worth killing, no criminal isnt worth arresting. Then, in volume 6 they find out about Salem. Salem is the Big Bad of the show, shes immortal, controls the grimm and is supposed to be very powerful.

What do our heroes do? They give up. Sike! They were just mindcontrolled by monsters or some shit, of course they didnt give up their mission (which is to bring an Important Macguffin to a city called Atlas, sorry I didnt mention it)!

But then they arrive in Atlas (which is llike, a city thats floating over another city called Mantle) and yknow, they do some plot stuff thats not really important right now until the city gets invaded by Salem and this big grimm army she has.

What do our heroes do? Well, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and some side characters are chilling, drinking tea in a mansion and Yang and the B Team were actually trying to do something, but even those efforts seem incredibly minimal.

Oh wait, I also forgot to mention that Ironwood (a fairly minor, vaguely antagonistic character up until now) wanted to lift Atlas even higher to save Atleasian civilians from danger while leaving Mantle vulnerable to Salems invasion.

What would be the most heroic thing to do?

A) Let Ironwood lift Atlas, get as much support as they can down to Mantle and save as many Mantle civilians as they can from the invasion

B) Prevent Ironwood from lifting Atlas but then split up in order to protect both Atlas and Mantle civilians

C) Prevent Ironwood from lifting Atlas and then dont do anything else

Congrats! If you choose C, you think exactly like the writers!

And I just

This is so mindboggling to me, I feel like I shouldnt even have explain how this is bad. And like, it wouldve been so easy to actually make them seem herokc through their actions, to make it seem like they did try but no.

I have never seen a central theme be this botched, how in the world did they do that? Why did they think it was a good idea for Ruby "The Embodiment of Heroism" Rose to sit in a mansion doing nothing, no planning, no organizing just ..... God, how are they this bad? Like, this doesnt even have anything to do with it being planned in any way, this is just straight up incompetence

4. Very briefly touching on friendship

The friendship is awful and its not solely because they all have the same opinions. They barely interact with eachother outside their designated pairs which leads to it all feeling incredibly hollow. Theyre also practically indistingushable from one another now, which is a shame because it wasnt always like that. Like, I dont think the characters were that well-developed in earlier volumes but they were very well-characterized. But now we've gotten to a point where you can literally copy and paste one characters dialogue onto another and literally nothing changes, it really sucks.

5. Some closing words

Damn, this took way longer than I thought it would and now Im pretty exhausted. I have no idea how yall always write these but props to you! I feel like this ended up a bit rambly but overall, Im pretty proud.

Please let me know what you think of the points I brought up! Id also really appreciate some tips on how to get better at these longer posts because I am planning on writing more in the future (not the near future, probably but yknow).

Thats all I have to say for now, thanks for reading!

#rwde #rwby critism #anti mkek #yu gi oh #ygo duel monsters #yu gi oh analasis

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Three’s a Crowd |EgoFlapBang

Request : ‘I've seen your plea for asks. Gimme Ego-Flap-Bang where Suzy joins for an episode of Game Grumps. Its a late night episode where they're all giggly n shit and she joined just because she happened to be around’ made by @optional-adventure

Pairing : EgoFlapBang (Arin x Suzy x Dan)

Type : Fluff

A/N : WOWWEE ,, holy moly I finally got this done! So sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy!! :”)

The episode was suddenly interrupted from its usual playful commentary when a familiar female voice came through from the doorway of the grumps room. Immediately the faint voice was identified by Arin, who had turned back around and said, “Oh, hey, Suzy.”

“Sorry to interrupt but you guys forgot lunch. I didn’t want you two to come home hungry so I thought I’d bring you something.” Behind the recording, Suzy held tupperware that held a nice warm beef stew inside. “One of the guys can edit this out, right?”

Dan chuckled and sweetly smiled to her, looking much more thankful. “Thanks, Suzy.” He turned to Arin with a shrug. “I’m sure they could, right?”

Speaking of editing out, an idea found its way into Arin’s head. Whether it was good or genius was up to interpretation. “Actually, you wanna join us?” He asked, controller resting in his lap and eyes on her.

Suzy blinked lightly, “Join you?”

Dan’s smile widened and he nodded, “That’s a great idea!” He then flipped his hair back to look at Suzy, who looked back at him with a slightly unsure expression. “This couch is big enough for the three of us. Play some games with the boys.” His next resort was a soft pouty face, something that Suzy couldn’t resist. “Suuuzzzzyyyy.“

“Okay, alright!” She laughed, top fingers tapping at the Tupperware bowl. “I gotta put this somewhere first though. I’ll be right back.”

Dan fistpumped in triumph, absolutely more than eager to have Suzy joined the episode. By how pumped he was, anyone could tell that it was something he had been wanting for a while. Arin was also eager, though he was less expressive about it than Dan was. Dan was probably the more expressive out of the three of them.

Suzy returned soon enough, now huddled in between a little sandwich of her two lovers. It honestly felt sort of weird, sitting on the grumps couch like this after so long of not doing an episode of Steam Train. She had been focusing more on Psychic Circle in the past months and hadn’t had a time to just sit down for herself. Just being squished between her two lovers made her feel a little more relaxed though.

“Welcome back to...Gam-..Date-...something grumps.” Arin stumbled to find a correct intro for this special episode and ended up blurting, “Suzy’s here! And Dan.”

Dan snorted out sarcastically, “Best intro into any Game Grumps episode ever. Did you come up with that yourself?”

With a stifled snicker, Arin grinned and his smile twitched a little. “You’d be surprised.” A comment that both brought chuckles and giggles from Dan and Suzy. He returned back to the episode at hand. “Suzy’s here! Say hi.”

Suzy smiled, “Hey guys! Thanks for having me.” Honestly, Arin couldn’t help but watch her and just smile. She was just so beautiful, as cheesy as it was, he could watch her all day if he could.

As soon as the new game they’d picked out loaded, Dan was instantly turned off. The loading screen booted up to reveal a grim dark menu screen. The ‘Amnesia : The Dark Descent’ menu specifically. “Oh no. Nononono.”

Arin’s cocky voice was evident, no matter how innocent he tried to sound. “What’s wrong, Dan?” He asked, biting down on his bottom lip as to try not to laugh. It was getting more difficult to as Dan’s face went changed through expressions; Disbelief, Fear, Annoyance and the look that said “I’m gonna kill Arin Hanson”. Dan’s reactions to scary games were enough to entertain Arin, Suzy too evidently. She wasn’t too good when it came to hiding her smile or her laughs for that matter.

“You know exactly what’s wrong, you little shit.” Dan chuckled through his seething fear and playful anger.

Suzy laughed more. “Come on, Dan! It can’t be that scary.”

“Suzy. I love you but,” He eyed Arin as he said this. “Some things you gotta just say no to.”

“Look! It’s just a little game. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll be right here with you, okay?” Suzy’s voice was soft and reassuring. A deep sigh left Dan as he was wondering what the hell he was getting himself into. He then sighed, defeated once again and being dragged into one of Arin’s specific ‘Dan Torture Episodes’. “Alright, but as soon as I see, like, anything, I’m leaving.”

Arin snickered beside them, his lip quivering from how he was holding it in. Dan noticed and shook his head.

“You cheeky bastard.”

Early in the game, Dan couldn’t help but get heavy goosebumps. His thumbs were fumbling with the controls and his breath hitched. He nearly had the attitude of a baby deer right now. Scared and cautious, yet ready to run for his life at any moment. Except, yknow, his life isn’t in danger really.

“I hope you feel this shit.” He mumbled meekly, “My balls are literally swallowed in my ass and my arms are as prickly as a cactus. I hope you feel that.”

“I felt it real good, dude. Felt it right in my soul dick.” Arin responded.

Suzy added, “Felt it in my soul tits too.”

“Please shut up, both of you.” Dan nervously laughed out.

The suspense was building up in the man handling the controller. His eyes were both glued to the screen and happened to be doing their best to avoid it as much as possible. With a latern that was barely lit now, Dan was pretty much walking through a certain corridor, one that looked too suspicious for its own good.

“I don’t like this. God, I don’t like this at all.” Dan groaned under his breath, realizing his mistake.

Arin, watching him with a sly smirk, chuckled. “It’s just a little corridor, man. Just keep going. You’ve been doing good so far.”

“I’m not listening to anything you say. Especially when you’re looking at me like that.” replied Dan, who was debating on actually listening to him. In moments like these, Arin was evil.

“Listen to me then.” Suzy intervened, “I’m sure it’s fine, Dan. Just a little creepy hallway down to a corridor. Nothing creepy.”

“Fuck, Suzy.” Dan sighed.

Eventually he went “fuck it” and took Arin’s advice of just heading down the totally-not-creepy-at-all corridor. He moved near and, when he did, the player’s perspective pulsed and a deep monstrous groan suddenly sounded through the screen. It was a deep gargly groan, a sound that Dan clearly did not like.

“Shitshitshitshit.” The quick cursing grew even quicker, as the hideous monster reared it’s ugly head from behind. A quick slash was all it took to startle him, what sounded like a fear ridden small shriek left him when he jumped. The controller was immediately tossed to the side and he hopped up to his feet. “Nope. I’m done. I’m done.”

Arin’s instantaneous laughter bellowed through the microphone. He held his stomach and threw his head back, unable to keep from laughing. “Wait- Dan!-” The laughing man coughed, shoulders still shaking from all the laughter he was trying to contain. “Come back!”

Suzy couldn’t help but laugh as well. Whether it was her husband’s contagious laughter or Dan’s impossibly hilarious response to a jump scare though was a different question. Dan eventually came back, “I’m not doing anymore of it man, I swear to god.”

Arin chuckled, practically wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s fine, I mean, we’ve been recording for like, twenty five minutes.”

“Twenty fi- excuse me? It felt like twenty five years in there!” Dan’s exclamation brought Arin to laugh again.

Suzy laughed, “It was kinda funny though.”

Dan scoffed playfully, “God, I can’t believe the two of you.”

“Aaaaannddd, next time on game grumps!” Arin finally concluded, his laughs dying down now.

Dan nodded, “Yep, I’m gonna beat the shit out of Arin.”

The three of them laughed again. Dan quickly added, “Thanks to the always lovely Suzy for joining us. We should do this kinda thing more often.”

Suzy chuckled softly, agreeing. “Yeah, it was really fun. I’m glad I could join you guys.”

The recording concluded afterwards and the three of them were now enjoying the newly heated beef stew. “God, this is good.” Dan said, enjoying the home cooked goodness.

Arin nodded, “Yeah, nothing beats getting scared shitless and having some good ol home cookin’.”

Dan rolled his eyes playfully, “I’m gonna get you back for that, just you wait man.”

Suzy laughed softly, shaking her head. “You both are ridiculous.”

Arin leaned back and sang with a grin, “but you love us though~”

She grinned softly to herself and walked over to the two, placing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads.

“I know.”

#shipgrumps #polygrumps #egobang #egoflapbang #fic #fanfic #drabble #fluff

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