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Bonten x fem!Reader: The other half (part 2)

SUMMARY: What kind of partners do the members of Bonten have?

CHARACTERS: Bonten!Manjiro Sano, Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo/ Haruchiyo Akashi

GENRE: Fluff??? Mikey and Sanzu being lovesick and clingy ngl

WARNINGS: Violence, cursing, poisoning, weapons like knives (this is Bonten soo), lmk if I missed anything !!

NOTE(S): kinda went a bit more violent with this one considering that it’s Mikey and Sanzu lmao

DISCLAIMER: Tokyo Revengers and its characters belong to Ken Wakui. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not permit anyone to have my works displayed on other social media sites than Tumblr. Viewer discretion is also advised.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated 🖤

Here’s part 1!

SANO MANJIRO:

‘Fourteen more floors. I can do this.’ was Mikey’s thoughts the moment he and his executives finally arrived at the hotel on the other side of Tokyo. Apart from his girlfriend waiting for them with some good news, he was missing her after two weeks of being apart.

“So, what do we currently know about the guy?” Kakucho breaks the silence as they continue to ascend floor after floor, “The last update was that he’s a small-time business owner who thinks he has some backbone to threaten our employees.”

“According to (y/n), the man is trying to establish a name for himself, bought a place around this area and turned it into a sorry excuse of a bar. Not only that, but he threatened a lot of our new girls to work for him in the worst working environment while claiming he works for Bonten.” Sanzu answers, chuckling before voicing out how pathetic the man was.

“So basically, he asked for a death sentence? On a Wednesday night?” Rindou followed suit with a giggle, thinking how some men really are stupid.

“Who’s (y/n), though?” Before anyone could answer Ran, the door finally stopped at their designated floor. Mikey didn’t bother waiting for his subordinates and immediately made a beeline for the last room on the left.

His hands rapped through the wooden door, contemplating whether or not should he just kick it down. However, his thoughts halted at the sight of (e/c) eyes he missed getting lost in.

His lips would’ve collided with another pair, but his gaze saw a bounded figure in the middle of the room. Mikey found himself chuckling as he entered the space, followed suit by his men.

To say that it was a sight to see was an understatement. Even Sanzu was amused.

“How was your day?” the silver-haired leader inquires, itching to reach for his partner’s hand.

“Quite dull but otherwise fine. Terribly sorry your package is a bit damaged, love. Being gentle with creeps isn’t really in the job description.” you nonchalantly said with a giggle.

On the other hand, the rest of the group was concerned and slightly terrified. Even if it was their job to break bones and cause mayhem on a daily basis, something still churned in their stomachs at the sight of the man’s fingers peeled open and revealed the bones underneath. Not only that, but they could easily spot the slashes on the person’s arms and thighs; not too deep, but enough to evoke stings that will surely last for days. His face, though blindfolded and gagged, sported bruises. Rindou was sure that his lips were close to non-existent.

“How the fuck did you manage to create this mess? He must’ve pissed you off, huh?” Sanzu asked, stifling a laugh as he examined every bloodied body part, “Shit, did you even spare anything on him?”

“Oh, I saved the best for last. His tongue is still intact, I really want to cut it off; you would too if you listened to his bullshit every day. He doesn’t deserve to have a tongue after the whips we received from his sorry ass. It’s not like he knows the word ‘no’ to do anything about it, anyway.”

You roughly held the poor man’s jaw so he was facing you. “Wait ‘til these men here what you’ve done to their girls. I hope you’ve made peace with your creator, you piece of shit.”

“Isn’t that ironic to hear from an intelligence offer that you want to cut off the target’s tongue, though?” Sanzu chuckled, earning him a snort and a playful eye roll from you.

You then went on to deliver every bit of information to the men before you. From the shitty treatment towards every employee to the attempted grooming as you managed to save a few minors from stepping foot on the dance floor, you could tell they were not happy with the news. After all, the man was posing as one of their business partners despite the embarrassment he had been displaying.

After your report, Sanzu deliberately removed the gag from the person, noticing how some of the skin on his lips were stuck on the cloth. The pink-haired man thought he was going to ask for mercy then and there but was proven wrong. Despite the injuries he sustained, the guy was still cocky.

“Fuck you, bit-”

Meanwhile, Rindou found himself backing off a few steps as the so-called intelligence officer proceeded to beat the man’s face in. Everyone could hear the impacts of your fists as they connected to a now bloodied nose.

“And I hit like one too, right? Of course, I do, sweetheart.”

“(y/n), love, why don’t we let Sanzu handle the rest for you?” Mikey’s words felt like bricks on the other executives. What did their leader just call her? love?

Their speculations were proved to be true when Mikey reached for (y/n)’s bloodied hand and took a towel to clean it. They even noticed how their boss’ eyes somehow lit up as he whispered something to her ear, causing the woman to smile and nod.

“Are we still needed here?” Kakucho asked slowly, his eyes darting from point to point as he refused to look at the couple.

“Yes. Take the documents on the drawer to Kokonoi. (y/n) managed to save us time from what she gathered in the previous weeks.” Mikey answered as he eyed the brothers beside Kakucho, “While you two visit his sorry excuse of a bar. Tell the girls they need to be ready when the vans arrive at 11 tonight.”

“What about this sack of shit, boss? Just dump ‘im in the water and call it a day?” Sanzu prompts, yanking the fellow by his hair.

Mikey turns to you, chuckling at how you were already smiling. “Y’know, how about we have the girls answer for that? This perverted cheapskate did a number on ‘em, I just know they have something for him.”

“That settles everything then. I’ll meet everyone next week; my girlfriend and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

The trio could only nod in return as Sanzu placed the gag back on the man. Mikey’s hand was at the small of your back as he gently ushered you out of the room.

“Need to bathe for hours, love.” you sigh, “I think my body is made of at least a third of body glitter by now. Not to mention the work area was as shitty as an abandoned basement. Am so tired, love.”

Mikey could only chuckle, his hands caging you in for a warm embrace. He couldn’t deny the fact that he missed this and everything else about you in the two weeks of your absence, especially when he desperately tried to sleep alone.

“Of course, love. We’ll take a bath once we get home. And after that, we’re not going to leave our bed until next week.”

SANZU HARUCHIYO:

“Isn’t she so fucking pretty?” Sanzu sighs dreamily, completely missing the three pairs of eyes that looked at him as if he suddenly grew three heads.

They watched as you slashed through men after men, eyes never looking back as you knew they were good as dead the moment your sword came into contact with their skin. The fight wasn’t supposed to be tipping in your favor, but the 50 men who writhed at your feet instantly showed your prowess. Meanwhile, a few of their bosses sprawled on the nearby tables, all of who met their fate through poison.

His colleagues’ judgmental looks were casted aside when (e/c) eyes met Sanzu’s unique pair. It was as if the world around you and him vanished, leaving you to drown in each other’s presence. And just like in any classic romance movie, your bodies collided with one another, sharing a passionate kiss in the midst of it all.

“Get a fucking room, oh my God.” Rindou’s voice popped the invincible bubble open, earning him a string of curses from the pink-haired man who was clinging to you for dear life.

While the men were displaying meek smiles and nods of acknowledgment, you knew better than to dismiss the big cloud of wariness and nervous body language.

“So you’re the reason why Sanzu can’t trust gin and vodka anymore.” Kakucho muses, earning him another ‘fuck you’ from your partner.

“Nah, that’s all him. He doesn’t like to test God and the universe.”

Ran chuckled, “Is that so? If my memory serves me right, he said he was afraid you’d kill him with it.”

Your eyes then darted to Sanzu who was suddenly enamored with the building’s interior and architecture. “In my honest opinion, he deserved to be poisoned like the little shit that he is. He almost missed our fifth anniversary.”

Despite his smile, Ran wondered if you managed to poison anything else in their bar. Should he order the bartenders to bring out fresh bottles just to be sure?

As if reading his mind, you said, “I know that face, dude. Don’t worry your pretty little heads, I told the bartenders to immediately dispose of everything he used that night. And if you shared glasses with him and you’re still alive, ya got nothing to worry about!”

Rindou and Kakucho then exchanged glances. You and Sanzu were a match made in heaven, indeed.

“Sanzu also mentioned that you rarely drink and consume for someone in our line of work.” the older Haitani desperately tried to reduce the thick atmosphere, wanting to get everything over with.

“How the hell are ya gonna do the job right if you’re under the influence in the first place? It’s not like you can pause your fight or something.”

Ran didn’t know how, but he successfully eased the situation. He was proud of his work this time; who would’ve thought that he can calm down not one, but two psychopaths in the form of Sanzu and (y/n)?

“Well it’s been fun catching up with everyone, but I still have work to finish.” You finally say, feigning sickness as you hung on to your fiance for dear life. \

“Ah, yes. Sorry to interrupt y-” Kakucho’s reply was cut short at the contact of your small knife on another man’s throat. No one dared to move as you made way to your latest victim; that’s the 8th, you thought.

“As Kakucho-san was saying, we’ll see you around (y/n)-san.” Rindou cleared his throat as his eyes refused to meet yours.

“We’ll just tell Mikey you got to our client first. Wife wanted him dead, ‘no?” Ran stated, his eyes darting at his wristwatch as he too refused to meet you at eye level. He still has to work on his magic after this encounter.

The trio bowed their heads and quickly made their way to the exit. Meanwhile, Sanzu chuckled at his co-workers’ antics. They were too anxious around his darling, his enigma. The anchor mighty enough to keep him in place whenever needed. He cupped your face and purred,

“I’ll be seeing you at home, love. Don’t overwork yourself, ok? Text me if you’re on your way so I can heat up our meal.”

The man didn’t need any other answer from you but an electrifying kiss. His hands picked you up and gently twirled you around. Whispers of adoration from one another held so much love in a few words. And when both of you finally had enough, you cupped his face for the final time and pecked on his lips.

Sanzu then watched you haul your victim towards your area of work. He sighed at how you handled your job so well, definitely one of the finest to hire out there. And after all these years, he can’t help but still be the same whipped idiot when it comes to you, his lovely assassin.

-🖤-

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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hi! I saw you reblog a post saying you wanted requests for a fanfic? I love your writing and I think it would be really cool if you wrote this 👉👈🥺💕 lol 💖💕 a fanfic I've always wanted to read would be a Trafalgar Law x Succubus!Reader, where the reader ate the succubus no mi but is a virgin and gets flustered easily and uses her aphrodisiac pheromones to basically order people about. but Law gets caught in it by accident during a fight and instead of listening to her orders (since he doesn't listen to people's orders, he is a Captain after all) he follows his lust and Rooms them out of the battlefield. thus causing them to both confess during the NSFW deed and ending with them both cuddling but reader is flustered and Law is embarrassed by the way he acted (but doesn't regret it lol). bonus part being the crew going "fucking finally, jfc...but couldn't they have picked a better time??" 🤣🤣

hiiiii thank u for being patient, this def was a a journey to write! i rewrote it so many times ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა but i like it! i hope you enjoy <3

4.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, a lil angst, a bit of fluff if you're a professional pretender; features cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, other stuff, etc. law is obviously battling her devil fruit to see who's the bigger menace in her life.

a mantra that was instilled in you years and years ago — one that sits on your mind all day and night — is that your devil fruit power is a curse. your mother tells you as much when she sees how easily people are captivated by you; and while you don’t always mean to, you manage to compel others with ease. her envy knows no bounds, and you develop a complex and irreparable relationship with her. because the sea is a much more accepting and freeing place, you leave home sooner than necessary; despite the grief that marinates deep inside of your mother’s polarized emotions, a small part of her refuses to let you go. but, when she remembers the fury that accompanies her jealousy, she sends you off with a few flippant and melancholic words.

you don’t initially intend on engaging in a life of piracy, but it turns out that the sea is also a terrifying and selfish beast — traveling alone isn’t exactly the smartest idea, nor has it been easy, but you do eventually make it to an island that is well-known for its trading port. maybe you’ll find refuge there.

the main part of the town is vibrant, lively, and full of tourists. the townspeople are direct and loud, but also good-natured and amiable. the weather is tolerable, a little hot, but nothing you can’t handle. you love the way the sun warms your skin, and you’re sure that the onlookers gawking at you love it too. the townspeople aren’t exactly against pirates visiting — money is money, essentially — but given the proximity of the nearest naval base, most pirates know to avoid the island if they can.

law, unfortunately, is too stubborn to care about things like that; and since the polar tang is a submarine, he takes a few precautions to avoid detection. because of his notoriety, he opts to stay on board, sending bepo and a few others onto the island to gather supplies in his stead. it’s a relatively simple mission, one he knows they’ll execute without issue, but a sinking feeling swirls around his stomach. something will happen, he’s sure of it; he just hopes it’s not something life-threatening.

you’re in the middle of shopping, the owner of the boutique bringing you various outfits to try on; she’s enthralled, overly eager, and just a tad too obvious with her attraction — you didn’t even really try, your powers just get easier to use as time goes on. it’s only after you’ve succeeded in convincing the woman to let you have the clothes for free, that you walk out of the boutique with a sly smile on your face, a few strands of hair gliding against your cheek as the wind blows. you don’t normally try to compel others for petty things like that, but you really don’t have the money to buy anything right now.

the bags weigh heavily on your arms, but you refuse to let any residual guilt rob you of your indulgences. you spot a small group of pirates, talking amongst themselves, attracting more attention than they probably mean to. you figure they’re not anyone of importance, but something tells you to stay put; it’s then that you notice the familiar insignia, that you craft a plan. it’s dangerous for you to use your powers like that, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? you know that infiltrating a pirate crew like theirs is the best way to survive in this sort of world.

letting out a soft sigh, you walk towards them and remind yourself to channel the sultry siren your mother painted you as; it’s not a confidence issue, it’s more that you’re usually afraid someone will see through your rouse, that they’ll know you’re not as experienced as they assume you are. it never bothered you until you grew older, but you’re definitely not equipped to deal with anyone who can withstand the impossibly irresistible pheromones you intentionally emit.

it’s bepo that falls victim first, the others soon after; he’s stuttering and blushing, and you can’t help but smile sweetly at that. you’re usually the one who can’t handle the straight-forward reactions of most, even though you hide it behind a well-crafted poker face, so it’s a nice change to see it in action.

“let me join your crew,” you say softly, voice melodic, the lilt thick like honey, drizzling over them repeatedly, until they’re so enamored all they can do is say yes simultaneously.

he anticipated a small margin of error, but not to this extent.

“walk me through this again,” he says through clenched teeth, fingers pinching the space between his eyes, his anger bubbling as he leans against the wall. he tries to keep his voice steady, doing his best to stop himself from fighting each one of them for their stupidity, but it gets increasingly difficult with each passing second. his dark aura shocks them into silence, so he fixes his eyes on bepo.

“w-well, captain, i’m not really sure how it happened.” which is the truth, he doesn’t; all he remembers is feeling very light and full at the same time; a fuzzy haze slowing his reactions, which is what gave you the perfect opening. in hindsight, you do feel a little bad; the crew seems decent, more or less, and you don’t intend on staying long, nor do you intend on using your powers on them like that. but, law doesn’t believe that. he thinks you’re much more manipulative than you want to admit; why else, despite his mumbled protests, he begrudgingly agrees to you joining them.

an 80 day probationary period is in effect for you, of course. if you violate any of the rules he’s established, he’ll kick you out without question — and that will be the lightest punishment you’ll receive on board the polar tang.

you have no choice but to follow through with his ridiculousness, hating that his hawkish gaze his absolutely unbearable, your face heating painfully as you try to avoid looking his way. he thinks the demureness you’re exhibiting is an act, so he stalks over towards you, his strides careful and measured. for some reason, your brain is stuck, so you don’t move; instead your mouth parts, your words sitting at the back of your throat, unable to come up any further.

“everyone,” he says loud enough for crew members that were still in the room, “out.” without needing to be told twice, they dissipate; you curse their cowardice, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you try to convince yourself to keep it together. he’s just one person, you tell yourself, the words a fast-acting form of relief, until you remember that he’s also an incredibly strong, infamous pirate captain.

still there’s really no reason for you to cower in his presence, right?

it’s painfully obvious that you’re childish and that you’re not used to being told no; law can tell from the way you’re fluttering your lashes at him. it won’t work, it won’t work — it won’t work. it’s what he tells himself as his jaw clenches, what he keeps telling himself when he grabs your face, holding you still, forcing you to look at him. it’s not necessary, there’s no way to avoid him when he’s that close to you.

“they’re gullible idiots,” his voice is low, the words cutting into you sharply, “but i’m not. try that shit again, and you’ll live to regret it.” he lets you go quickly, as if his hand was burned from the contact — and maybe it was, since your body can’t seem to cool off. throat dry, you place your hands on your cheeks, pressing against them gently, as if you have to remind yourself that yes that just happened. if you think you’ll have an easy time being a member of his crew, you’re horribly mistaken.

law heads back to his office, fuming — slamming the metal door behind him, the noise ricocheting fiercely around the room. he’s blinded by a severe bout of irritation that stems from his inability to come to terms with the fact that he finds you attractive. he decides that the best way to deal with you, is to simply act as if you don’t affect him; he’s very good at suppressing his desires, has a talent for lying about the things he truly wants — this will be a piece of cake.

hopefully.

the first few weeks are tricky; you get used to the swing of things rather quickly, bonding with the other crew members, gaining a bit more control of your power — much to their amusement and horror — and using it against enemy pirates whenever possible. but you find that you’re finding less of a reason to stop commanding people each time. law notices this, of course, pulling you aside to remind you of what he told you when you first arrived.

you do your best to act aloof, but his presence always throws you off; every time you walk past one another or whenever he touches you like that — no matter how brief it is — you’re stuck in a confusing loop, thoughts muddled, self-preservation completely out of the window as a sickeningly sweet warmth creeps into your chest. and, because you don’t know how to deal with those complicated feelings, you spark an argument that distracts him from staring at you like that — like he’s very close to figuring you out, a lucrative goal for a man as insistent and inquisitive as him.

you don’t like that; don’t like the way he’s always stoic, rude, mean — but not necessarily in a way that causes actual distress — or the way he seems to active avoid being near you whenever possible. you almost ask if you’ve done something to offend him, but that would mean having a conversation with him alone — and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep sane, you might accidentally blurt out something weird or personal. not that it would be the first time. he always seems to bring that out in you; the compulsion to bare yourself to him, in more ways than one, grows with each interaction.

try as they might, your crew mates cannot find a way to bring you two together — it’s hilarious, wholly too obvious, that law likes you more than he can stomach. it’s why he always seems to be annoyed with you, why he has a habit of ordering you around more than he does the others, and why he absolutely cannot be in your presence for longer than a few minutes at a time. the urge to touch you, to see more of those bashful reactions — where you can’t seem to talk in complete sentences, fidget with your hands, drop things, trip over flat surfaces — they overwhelm him, so he keeps his distance.

which is harder than he originally thought. still, he perseveres, much to the chagrin of his crew; they’re tired of whatever game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing, at times wanting to lock the two of you into a room just so you can figure it out.

they never do, of course — they have a little more tact than that.

it doesn’t mean that they don’t make comments disguised as jokes whenever they can, which annoys you because you’re very certain that law isn’t into you the way you’re into him. if he was, then he wouldn’t cut you off whenever you have the upper hand in the numerous fights you have, he wouldn’t get in your face and throw you off, he wouldn’t look at you as if he was close to shoving you against a wall and—

you stop those thoughts before you get ahead of yourself like you tend to do these days, and instead focus on not fucking anything up.

but, as fate is rarely on your side when you need it to be, you make the one mistake that you promised you wouldn’t make. it’s in the middle of a battle with an enemy group that wasn’t necessarily strong, but they were persistent and outnumbered your crew. you fight as hard as you can, until you decide to put your devil fruit to work; that familiar sensation fills your body, where you feel time slow down, where you can possibly command a group of people within specific parameters. it’s meant to trip them up, to make them retreat and stop fighting altogether. you’ve been careful, but this time you overestimate, and you didn’t expect law to head in that direction, but he does.

it tickles, really, he almost doesn’t feel it; your voice rings loudly in his ears, forcing him to pause and ignore the battle. he gives you a sharp look, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, the shock on your face gives you away. a rookie mistake, you’ll realize later on.

“wait, law, i’m… fuck, i’m so sorry.” you can’t take it back, once a command is said, they’re to follow it through no matter what. you’re sure he’s ready to cut your head off, but he just keeps staring at you — with the same sort of look he gives you whenever you’re saying something you know will set him off. you don’t know if that means he’s thinking things over, or if he’s already decided your fate. not one for predictability when he’s rattled, law doesn’t actually know what possesses him, but before he knows it, he’s teleported both of you away from the battlefield. it’s irrational, whatever compelled him; and he’s pissed about it.

why are you always serving as the worst kind of distraction for him? he’s a captain of a pirate group, he doesn’t have time for distractions — and, really, he doesn’t have time for you either. yet here he is, with you in his room, on the mostly empty polar tang, completely ignoring the fact that he left his crew to fend for themselves.

he’s sure that if he doesn’t act now, he’ll fall apart at the seams; before you can ask him why, he kisses you. the question vanishes from your mouth, swallowed entirely by him as his tongue caresses yours, a feverish feeling taking hold of you as you grab onto the front of his shirt — almost as if it’s a lifeline and you’re desperate not to float away.

there are plenty of things he wants to tell you, but can’t at the moment; he’s much too invested in exploring your mouth thoroughly, in his hands roaming along your body, grabbing on your ass firmly — a move that leaves you breathless and panting. a fog hovers around you, making it nearly impossible to think rationally. you know you should slow down, probably talk things out with him. if he hadn’t come into your attack range, he wouldn’t be this affected right now.

you pull away from him, eyes widening, as you look at him half in a daze and half concerned.

“we should s-stop,” you manage to say, swallowing hard as you place your palms on his chest and give him a light push. he watches you, eyes darkening, churning with an unbridled lust that might actually take his life if he doesn’t find a way to take care of it soon. “you don’t really want me, it’s just my devil f—”

law sighs loudly, effectively cutting you off, which only makes you snap your mouth shut and glare at him. you’re so embarrassed; it’s bad enough that he only wants you because you’re devil fruit power is difficult to resist, but now he’s making it hard to talk and explain things. you feel your heart sit heavily in your chest, heartbeat loud enough to put you on edge.

“you’re mistaken, y/n,” he starts, voice low and husky, as he pushes you onto his bed roughly.

again, you’re at a loss for words; your brain attempts several times to get back on track, but law is climbing on top of the bed and hovering over you, making everything complicated and maddening. his body heat makes you want to press closer to him, but you refrain, and find the words to articulate yourself properly.

“what do you mean?”

he lets another sigh slip before chuckling darkly, a sly smile tugging on his lips as he brushes his thumb against your lip.

“your power doesn’t affect me.” his explanation is so simple, you almost don’t believe him. your face must reflect that sentiment, because he clarifies. “there’s no one who can tell me what the fuck to do without my say so.” which isn’t entirely true, but you don’t point that out, since law will only follow someone else’s command if it aligns with his own interests.

“so this whole time?” you’ve been worrying yourself to death, thinking he was in danger around you, when he was completely fine. he doesn’t answer you — and why should he? it’s not actually important. he also doesn’t want to talk, he’s pissed about a lot of things. for one, he was distracted while fighting and you’re the cause of that distraction; he took the opportunity because he knew his crew could handle themselves without issue. besides, this is a rare time where he’ll be able to have you to himself without interruption.

his mouth is on yours again, giving you a long, lingering kiss, one that sends a jolt of arousal that rapidly spreads a warmth through your body all the way down to your toes. you can’t believe it’s happening; you’ve dreamt of this moment, but you never expected it to actually come true. it’s a little less gentle and romantic than you’d like, but nonetheless you’re just as excited to be able to touch and kiss him like this.

law doesn’t bother with niceties, he yanks your clothes off impatiently and you do the same for him. limbs tangled with his, hands sifting through his hair, grabbing onto the short strands when law’s mouth makes a treacherous descent down your body. he trails kisses on various spots on your neck, your breasts, stomach — tongue licking, teeth biting, the marks a pleasant reminder of this moment that you’re sharing with him. your back arches as your soft whimpering turns into moaning once his lips ghost along the inner part of your thigh. he caresses the skin, running his tongue up higher until he reaches your pussy.

you open your mouth to tell him — that you’ve never done this before, that while you have a basic idea of the mechanics, you don’t actually know. perceptive as ever, law simply shoots you a knowing look before gliding his tongue against your slit. you shiver at his touch, stammering over your words as you softly call out his name, legs spreading to give him more room. as someone who relishes in having control over himself, situations, and the lives of others, he’s acting rather impulsively right now.

he busies himself by burying his face in between your thighs, tongue parting your moist folds, arousal trickling onto his chin. his cock stiffens and if he wasn’t so invested in eating your pussy, he’d probably be stroking himself. your hips buck up against his face, your moans getting louder when he slips his tongue inside of your tight entrance, desperately wanting to taste you even more. he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s been holding himself back for so long, or because he just wants you — or both, perhaps.

whichever it is, it’s the driving force behind him swapping his tongue for his finger; he slides one inside of you slowly, tongue flicking against your clit before circling around it slowly, his finger sliding in and out of you slowly. your plush walls squeeze around him, especially when he starts sucking on your clit; you beg him to give you more, wanting him to command your body in a way that only he can. you’re not even exactly sure of what that is, but you’re so tired of not knowing; law slips another finger inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion.

you roll your hips against his hand, a breathy moan flying out of your mouth when he picks up the pace, scissoring his fingers inside of your needy cunt, your wetness gliding down his fingers and palm. you don’t think you can feel hotter until his tongue bullies your clit again, merciless with each stroke, his wrist angling as his fingers fuck you faster. “oh…fuck, yes, please don’t stop…” you’ll beg if you have to, that’s how deep your depravity goes, apparently.

it’s when he sucks on your clit that your orgasm takes you by surprise; you cum hard, thighs and hips shaking, pussy dripping as law laps it all up. you almost want to push him away, but you know damn well that a man like law has an insatiable way about him.

and you’re right, he does.

he gives you a heated look, tongue gliding along his lips as his hand wraps around his hardened length. you look up at him through your thick lashes, breath uneven as you watch pre-cum spill out from his slit, the thick head of his cock a tempting, devilish thing that rubs against your pussy almost possessively. another shiver ripples through your body, nipples hard, a different unfamiliar ache passing between your legs.

“i don’t think you’re aware of just how much you affect me,” he says, another bout of irritation rising within him, although this one is tame and much more manageable.

you roll your eyes at him, squirm underneath his hold, but offer back a slick retort in response. “i thought you said i don’t affect you.” you wonder if he’s just been playing with you this whole time.

law nudges his tip inside of you, bit by bit, slow and tortuous, the pain barely noticeable as he plays with your nipples, his teeth tugging on them, mouth sucking forcefully — like he’d rather do nothing but taste every part of your body. “you’re not listening,” he says before thrusting into you fully, burying his length into your pussy without remorse, eyes softening briefly as he watches you. “i said that your power doesn’t affect me.”

there’s a distinction there.

you don’t know what to say, but you do feel foolish — for thinking he didn’t want you, for thinking that the only reason he could possibly want you is because you compelled him. he pulls his hips back and snaps them against yours roughly, and you moan his name over and over, until all you can think about is the way law’s thick cock fills you up, of the way your pussy fits so snugly around him — something that makes him want to fuck you until you’re both too tired to move.

“i…,” you lick your lips, voice soft, panting lightly as your hips move in tandem with his, legs wrapping around his waist, holding him closer to you, wanting him to go deeper. “i… like you. a lot.” probably more than a lot, but he doesn’t need to know that. he doesn’t know why you’re telling him that, it was obvious from the way you reacted to him kissing you that you felt the same way as he did. it might’ve taken him some time, but law’s like that — always wants to put in work to ensure that he comes to an appropriate conclusion before acting.

you rake your nails down his arms as his hips jerk against yours roughly, his pace picking up, his thrusts deeper and graceful. the way his balls slap against you, makes you burn all over again; you’re not sure if it’s out of shame because the sound is turning you on even more, or if it’s because you realize that you’ve been missing out on so much. still, you’re quite happy that it’s law you’re being intimate like this with; you’re not naive enough to believe the universe paired you together intentionally, but the idea is a comforting one.

he kisses you sloppily, groaning as he gives you open-mouthed kisses. before you know it, law pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. you’re in such a daze that you comply right away, he admires the shape of your ass, the width of your hips, the curves along the rest of your body; law drops a kiss onto the middle of your back. it’s much too intimate for his taste, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it.

after letting out a very audible moan, his voice is harsh, full of lust, when he mutters, “fuck,” under his breath, sliding his cock inside your pussy and enjoying the sweet sensation all over again. if he had to choose between fighting alongside his crew against a weak, annoying pirate group, and fucking you — he’d choose you time and time again. it’s a troubling thought, but he won’t revisit it anytime soon. for now, he’s focused solely on making sure you cum again.

leaning closer, chest barely touching you as his hips bump against your ass, burrowing his cock deeply inside of you. your hips move on their own, meeting his hasty thrusts with vigor, wanting to him to fuck you hard enough that you’ll feel it for days — and if you had more time on your hands, he probably would. but that’ll have to wait for another day. law presses a kiss against your jaw, heart thudding, making him feel uneasy, but he swallows that down and focuses on the way you’re squeezing around his cock tight enough to incapacitate a weaker man.

he whispers filthy, impractical things, like “if you keep clenching around me like that, i won’t last much longer” and, “you’re taking me so well”, and also, “your pussy is so greedy, sucking me in like that.” the last one takes you by surprise, to the point that you’re too bashful to respond, which, for some unknowable reason, strikes him as adorable. and if he was in a better state of mind, he’d retract that statement; but it hangs around his head, taunting him with each thrust of his hips, reminding him that having feelings like that is dangerous and that someone like you could compromise everything he’s worked hard for.

but, he’s tired of that sort of paranoia dictating how his life should go; he ignores those pesky thoughts and presses a kiss on your shoulder. maybe it’s because your pussy finally tapped out, or maybe it’s because that gesture alone practically incapacitates you — your heart and head full of silly notions — but another orgasm finds you, leaving you a sweaty, panting mess, voice plenty hoarse from how loud you were.

his own orgasm is close by; law gives you short, frenzied thrusts, calling out your name tenderly, making your whole body flush with awareness, pussy clenching around him again when he teeters over the edge, cumming thickly inside you. because of the forcefulness of his thrusts, you’re bucking your hips against him again, body sensitive but craving more of him. you don’t know if it’s the devil fruit, or just him but you can’t get enough. and while law would love to indulge you, he knows that the rest of the crew will be back sometime soon — and he’d rather avoid the awkward conversation that will inevitably happen when they find out.

he collapses onto the bed next to you, arm wrapping around you lazily as you press closely to him. you can barely look at him — and you don’t know what to say, either; there are too many thoughts buzzing through you, but thankfully he won’t press you for details. a sense of clarity that tends to hit post-orgasm settles inside of him, clearing some of the fog from his head. it’s with great embarrassment that he realizes he actually abandoned the crew to come fuck you; highly impractical, unethical, and plain wrong. does he regret it? no, absolutely not. but, still, he’s been with his crew for so long, they deserve much better than that. he doesn’t get much time to stew, as there’s a loud banging on his door.

assuming the worst, law quickly puts his pants on and rushes to open the door. the crew is mostly gathered outside of the room, and it’s bepo who chastises law for being rash and for not coming back sooner.

“did you lose?”

bepo shakes his head quickly, mouth opening to offer a rebuttal, but law sucks his teeth, annoyance filling his head again as he slams the door in their faces. like he said previously, a bunch of idiots. you try not to laugh, but the situation is pretty fucking funny.

unbeknownst to the both of you, your crew mates took bets on how long it would take before the two of you finally hooked up, raucous cheering further pissing law off as he makes his way back to his bed, the reality of him having to deal with them and their insufferable comments later on just makes him groan loudly.

he really does have terrible timing.

#it's finally doneee #i feel like i say that a lot; i'm such a slow writer lmaooo #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #law smut #law is a mess...i know...it's just his thing™#ottersdeservelove

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x-neurodivergent-reader · 2 years

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Headcanons: 13th Doctor comforting a neurodivergent S/O

A/N: I know I said I was going to finish up my M*rvel requests and then take a break – and if my current special interest in Doctor Who doesn’t last until after my uni deadline, I most likely still will – but god. Oh my fucking god. Working on my current project has been absolutely agonising so far, so I just really needed to make something like this. Enjoy!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: One mention of neglecting basic needs (eating and sleeping being specifically mentioned).

The Doctor is, admittedly, not great at this at first – but she most certainly is trying her best for you.

Her first instinct would be to take you away from the problem by swooping you up in the TARDIS and going somewhere nice, but she knows that this isn’t always the answer, especially considering how often you both inadvertently end up in life-threatening situations. That’s the last thing you need right now.

Since you know that she’ll have trouble otherwise, you’ve likely communicated with her the best ways to help you in various situations that make you feel overwhelmed.

Whether it’s caused by sensory stimuli, something happening in your life, mental health issues, or you’ve just woken up in a shoddy mood, you’ve made sure to give her an idea of what to do.

You’re more than welcome to stay in the TARDIS for as long as you need until you’ve cleared your head. The Doctor can get it to dim the lights, quieten its sound, and find you somewhere to be on your own, if it’ll help.

If it’s related to work or a project, this is likely where the suggestion to do something fun will come in, since she feels that taking some time away and coming back with a fresh mind might help.

She’ll make certain to take you somewhere without any danger she hopes, so you don’t have more stress building up – it will also likely be related to a special interest of yours, if possible, so it’s more affective at making you feel better.

As mentioned here, she’ll have a sensory room in the TARDIS, just for you – so if you need to let out any frustration, agitation or anxiety through stimming, there are a variety of options for how you can go about it.

Since she likes you a lot, she can even lean on or cuddle you as a pressure stim, if you ask her to!

Depending on why you’re not feeling great - whether it be stress, executive dysfunction, or poor mental health - there’s a chance that you haven’t eaten, slept or taken care of your hygiene recently.

While she doesn’t blame you at all for this, the Doctor will absolutely work to fix it, even if she has to carry you to your destination(s) herself. You think she’s bluffing about that last part, until she does indeed bridal carry you to bed, or give you a piggyback while finding you something to eat.

If you want her to talk to you about something to distract you, she’s perfect for the job. Once she finds a subject to talk about, she’ll happily infodump to you for ages.

Not only can she easily take your mind off of whatever’s been bothering you, but you also enjoy the sound of her voice when she’s talking to you about something she’s passionate about. She sounds happy.

Once you’ve managed to calm down and are able to talk about what happened, she really doesn’t know what to say in response most of the time, so she’s better for listening than for trying to comfort you verbally. To her credit, she is a good listener when she needs to be!

More often than not, confiding in her works better for getting your thoughts out so you, yourself, can find solutions to your problems.

Having her with you makes you feel secure enough to gather your thoughts more easily, and to feel more confident in your decisions.

The Doctor is relieved that, even if this isn’t her strong point, she can still be there for you when you need her. She wants her favourite human to be okay, after all!

#thirteenth doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x you #thirteenth doctor x y/n #thirteenth doctor imagines #thirteenth doctor imagine #13th doctor imagine #13th doctor imagines #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor x you #13th doctor x y/n #doctor who x reader #doctor who imagines #doctor who imagine #doctor who x you #doctor who x y/n #neurodivergent!reader #My Imagines

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i-like-anything-water · 8 months

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As someone who enjoys a good Chloenette fic, I have to ask: How do you think an evil Chloenette situation would occur. (My computer won't make question marks...) Mostly asking because, let's face it, Chloe and Marinette DESERVE the chance to become villains and rule Paris together!

Hello!

Ooh, evil chlonette! There's numerous ways to write/execute it, but if I had to choose (I'm actually planning an anti-hero/corruption-ish arc for them for my chlonette verse) I'd make Chloe go corrupted first. She's been akumatized for what, 7 times? And I think there's more to come if the writers won't write her off yet. Anyways, it starts when she's finally had enough and sticking to canon (for a bit), she doesn't have anyone to lean on or let alone talk to. Lila, after obtaining Nooroo, offers her a fresh start as being her right hand woman (again). Chloe accepts, what else can she do at this point? Everything's hazy, confusing, blinding and all she wants is to do something - anything. She gets the peacock miraculous which Lila has already akumatized (she doesn't want Chloe to escape) and since Chloe's been akumatized (her previous ones being very powerful) she doesn't notice the sudden charge of powers that aren't the same with the bee.

The corruption is slow, the magic seeps into her the more she fights and wears the Peafowl miraculous until she finally struggles whenever she's de-transformed. It becomes a lifeline and slowly, her memories start becoming hazy. Her emotions are both all over the place but it's pushed at the back of her mind. She's slowly stopping being Chloe, and becoming what Lila wants - a weapon. But it's gonna backfire in the long run cause while Chloe is losing some of her memories, it gives her less inhibitions to anything. Like her obsession with Marinette and Ladybug.

I had two possible endings for it. Either Chloe is 'saved' or she's managed to defeat (debating if I should have it as death or keep it PG) most of the heroes and toys with Ladybug. Ladybug is frustrated and angry and just close to getting akumatized herself. But whenever the butterfly gets too close and she's struggling to fight it, Chloe snatches it off.

"Stop. Succumb to it willingly. You don't have to keep on fighting me, Ladybug. Become my other half and together we can rule Paris with no limitations."

Lila scoffs the first time Chloe explained her reason, saying she was still obsessed with the red clad hero even before she was offered the peafowl miraculous. Chloe doesn't budge, and Lila can't lose a valuable asset so she doesn't push. For now.

I want the corruption for Ladybug to be confusing until it's blinding. Why is Chloe stopping her from getting akumatized? Why is she not finishing her off and taking her miraculous? Why is she taking her time? Why is Chloe not acting like Chloe?

During their fights and interactions, they talk. They spit poisoned words and cusses and Chloe is thrilled. Thrilled that Ladybug does have darkness within her. Thrilled that her obsession wasn't misplaced and if she played her cards right, Ladybug would be obsessed with her.

Once she's fallen (maddeningly) in love with Chloe, she accepts the butterfly and together they (easily) take down Lila and rule Paris. Very slow burn-ish.

That's one of my ideas so far. There's another one but it's a Chloe Redemption after a corruption arc (kinda?). Thanks for the ask, this was interesting!

#chloenette #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #chlonette #asks #k7l4d4 #corruption arcs #dark chlonette #villain chlonette

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mamamittens · 4 months

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Had the horrifying realization why I've been moody lately, really twitchy, irritated, and had the desire to cry very easily on top of wanting to workshop the arguably saddest parts of Nikia's story lol

Soon my least favorite part of having the full, feminine package

Just trying to piece together their (Thatch and Nikia's) reunion.

Did she ever call or was she just so relieved and hopeful that Thatch was willing to take that step she never got the nerve to? She must have waited weeks with no signs until her father delivered the news by accident.

She stared at her snail for hours, trying not to vomit as she worked up the nerve to call and give her condolences.

She never does.

Thatch, in a brief moment of clarity after surgery before being put under to heal, tells the attending nurse to "tell his angel he'll make it up to her soon" and the nurse assumes Thatch is delirious or speaking of his guardian angel, how else could he have managed to just barely dodge the worst of the blow without realizing Teach's intent?

(Thatch had been working on his haki cause he always wanted to know where Nikia was when he visited, worried and secretly wishing to let her know he would always see her)

So no one ever tells Nikia Thatch is okay, the truth kept secret in case Teach had darker plans that required Thatch dead. Most don't even know Thatch calls her, he bribed one of his brothers who mans the snails to keep his silence. The brother doesn't know her number and assumes Thatch would find a way to call himself.

There was no snail capable of making the call where they put Thatch to rest, a total lockdown of information with the patient kept under anesthetic.

Nikia has to make a rigid schedule to remember to eat. Structuring her days because her minimal appetite is gone, desire to cook stabbed dead. She mourns and keeps to herself, with few the wiser. Reassuring herself that Ace, headstrong Ace, is already going after Teach, and as a relative stranger, she has no right place in that conflict.

No right when she could never find the courage to call herself or even confess while he was alive. So she wears his foulard as a comfort and a reminder of her shortcomings. Hesitation kills, she knows this... And she hesitated for nearly three years.

Thatch wakes sometime shortly before Ace is captured and assumes Nikia had been called, shocked and exhausted but determined to recover. Then he gets the news of Ace's execution and the stress nearly gets him out back under again. Barely managing to behave himself well enough to watch the broadcast.

She insists on joining her father's crew to answer the call, desperate to do what she can to make up for three years wasted with her hesitation. Takes flight while they form a line around Marineford so high up she's mistaken for a bird if she's spotted at all.

Thatch is setting off the heart monitor like crazy but the nurses are too preoccupied watching their little brother sacrifice himself for his own little brother to sedate Thatch. Only for a shot from nowhere to buy them all precious time.

Nikia watches with fury, crying into her helmet as Teach steps out onto the battlefield. She doesn't recognize the sound they echoes in her helmet as human, something between a snarl and a sob as Teach and Whitebeard face off.

Teach laughs and her world spins. Fury burning her lungs how dare he laugh after what he's done--

Thatch sucks in a sharp breath as Teach is killed instantly, a horrible weight lifted as his would-be-murderer is denied his quarry for a second time.

She's sent hurtling again, shocked and nearly dropping her gun as instinct kicks in and she rights herself. Her hands trembling as she looks back to see Whitebeard glaring at the sky, a body laid out at his feet without a face, just a smear of blood.

She didn't even realize she pulled the trigger. She sucks in a sharp breath, lungs shuddering as she steadies herself.

With Akainu handicapped and Teach adruptly dead, the evacuation goes swimmingly, Shanks even showing up to assist. He never looks back as Luffy is carried off by his father's old Captain's son.

Nikia flies back, still well out of sight, and collapses onto the deck sobbing in her father's arms.

She's passed out and tucked into his bed when they receive the message Whitebeard wants to meet "The Marineford Shooter".

Whitebeard is furious when he recognizes Nikia as his old friend's daughter, angry an ally interfered in his fight with a young woman who looks worn and frail. Red eyes and dark circles behind glasses.

A familiar fabric wrapped around her waist as she anxiously pulls it tighter.

Then Whitebeard realizes it's deeper than he expected and she may very well have more reasons to have been there than her father. But she doesn't tell him, eyes anywhere but on him until just before she leaves.

Wounded eyes locking with his.

"I... I-I'm sorry about your son."

Whitebeard makes another call, seeking to settle the debt he owed her for saving Ace's life and possibly his own.

He sees her face when Thatch appears on deck, embraced gently by his brothers who missed him dearly.

He sees when Thatch sees her and what she's still wearing as she slips away before she makes a scene. Grumpy but amused when her father threatens Thatch, who's still healing.

Nikia nearly collapses onto her bed, sobbing with relief and shame that she's still too afraid to talk to him.

Thatch hovering in the doorway as she falls apart. Spooking when he pulls her close and settles back onto the bed, just holding her. Retroactively terrified she was at Marineford while being so proud she went to war on his family's behalf wearing his colors.

"I thought you were dead."

"... I meant to call."

Thatch considers all the reasons he hesitated. All the reasons she probably did as well. Still does as she moves to kiss him and freezes, settling her lips between his eyes while still crying instead of where she clearly intended to originally.

"S-Sorry, you're still injured."

Thatch decided he's hesitated enough. That she's gone far enough for him and his.

"I'll never be too injured to kiss my angel."

He pulls her down and kisses her properly, gently holding her wet cheeks between his palms. Noting that she's lost weight. Her eyes look tired.

His 'death' weighed heavily on her.

But they can talk about it all later. Their fears and future aspirations. Take it slow or fast. Why they both hesitated so long.

Later.

For now, they just hold each other close and rest peacefully for the first time in a very long time. Both of them.

I'm going to go cry now and pass TF out for work lol

#mittens rambles #one piece oc #nikia op oc #back on my bullshit

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 6

Days passed since I've settled into my new home in Papa's part of the Manor which the maids look after me most of the time untill Rindou or Papa has some free time to spend with me.

"Your Dad had to go to work early." The usual blond maid that always look after me in the mornings said in the tone most would use when talking to a baby which I hate, quickly I'm ready for the new day and sit down to have breakfast but it's quickly turned to be unusual when the maid suddenly gets a phone call from her personal phone which she's stupid enough to have the conversation right in front me and I pretend I'm too focus on eating my food but I'm really listening.

"Everything is going as planned but with one little hick up, executive Ran has a son." While they continue to talked I sneakly take my phone out which I had put into my pocket without the maid noticing earlier and start recording the conversation, luckily I managed to get gleams of her on the video without a problem and end she ends the call I quickly shut my phone to put back into my pocket.

'I guess my gut is right not to trust the maids and now to steal her phone for more proof'

Once again she proves to be too stupid for whoever let her be a spy when she lays her phone on the counter so it can't get wet while she washes dishes and whatever deity that's looking over me must really love me since another maid comes in to distract the blond one which I carefully sneak over to the phone and immediately put it into a place she'll never look in, my pants.

"All done!" I said after getting back in my seat without a problem which the other maid takes to hand over to the blond and after moving into the living room where I put CSI on I make sure the two maids are busy before taking out the phones, I immediately send the video to Mikey along with a picture of the maids phone and a message saying I got it not knowing he's in a meeting with all the executives.

Already on his phone while listening to the meeting, Mikey's eyes frown together when a notification pops up from Ran's son saying he had send a video but everyone quites down when catching the women's voice talking to someone when he hit play on it and immediately not liking the words being spoken, after seeing the other two things his eyes land on Ran.

"Ran, who takes care of your son when you can't?" He asked where he's half laying on the black arm chair at the head of the table.

"Two different maids, one for morning and the other for the evening." Ran's fists turns white in anger.

"What's the name of the blond one?" Mikey sets his phone on the table before sitting straight.

"Kata Satoru"

Once sending everything to Mikey I immediately put the phones back on my person and acting I did nothing but watch tv, after a few minutes a third maid walks.

"Kata, Master Ran wishes for you to take Master Dragen to him in the meeting room." With a simple nod she quickly dry her hands before taking me from the couch and to the meeting room where she gives me to Papa as Sanzu sneaks up behind her and knock her out with a chop to the back of her neck, Hanma easily throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatos from the floor and leaves with Sanzu.

"Where's her phone?" Ran asked which I pull it out of my pants.

"Good hiding place." He laughs as he slides the phone across the table to Mikey so he can look through it and once done he gets up to leave which he ruffles my hair on the way out, I spend the rest of the day with Papa and a new maid wakes me up the next day.

"Hello Unlce Tiger!" I give Shion a wave from his spot in the corner of Ran's room where he stayed as the the red haired maid gets me ready.

"Hey, I've been assigned to be your bodyguard for today." He said as we're move into the kitchen for breakfast which something bothers Shion causing him to excuse himself to a bathroom after a few moments I had started eating the food that the red haired maid made for me but once I've eaten half of my food I started feeling groggy, immediately I figured out what's happening which I give the red haired maid a glare before the medicine in my food knocks me completely out.

Suddenly freezing cold water is pour over me pulling me from my unconscious state only to find a metal collar has been put around my neck like an animal with a padlock on the front and a empty loop on the back for a chain but I'm glad that whoever had order to kidnap me decided to left my clothes on except for the missing shoes.

"Hey mutt! Meal time!" A gruff voice calls my attention from outside the cage I'm in and watch as a man drops two dog bowls into the floor before kicking to me, one with one water while the other has two slices of bread and an apple. Knowing if it wasn't for orders of a higher person this man would have actually given me dog food to eat and nothing else, I immediately started rationing the food since I don't know when I'll get my next meal which I scoot into the back of the cage to the wall away from hitting hands since alive doesn't mean without injury.

"Hey! This mutt is already trained! I thought you said......" I block out his needless chatter to take the details of the cage I'm in without moving an inch until I watch the man leave through a metal door and hear it being locked from the outside, all though there are other cages I'm the only person in the room and I don't see any cameras doesn't means there aren't none, now alone tears fill my eyes.

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#fanfic #male y/n #male reader #anime #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyrev #ran haitani #tokyo revengers ran #child reader #tokrev ran #tokyo revengers au #tokyo revengers anime

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lindleland · 1 year

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God, that was. A lot.

I'm struggling to think of a piece of fiction that is more of a mixed bag than this.

For everything this game does that should make it far and away the high watermark of the series, it does something else that would make it the worst game in the series to balance it out.

3-1 and 3-5 are easily two of the best trials in the series with 3-4 not far behind, but 3-2 and 3-3 don't really have a huge amount going for them (with the latter squandering so much potential that the entire game suffers for it), and 3-6 is just a complete clusterfuck.

When it nails its character arcs down it does so with some of the best writing the series has had. The bond between the trio of Kaito, Shuichi, and Maki is earnest and believable in a way the series rarely accomplishes. Kaede's journey throughout the first chapter, her eventual tragic loss, and how she helps Shuichi come into his own were absolutely pitch-perfect (it does suck that she had to be fridged for manpain but the execution is incredible nonetheless). Kokichi was an incredible villain who manages to be completely distinct from the previous games' Evil Bastards, and despite him being completely despicable he has a very believable internal logic to him - he even had a good point on occasion when dragging the rest of the cast. And Gonta was such a sweet character and had such distinct dynamics with most of the cast, and I am still incredibly sad about how he went out.

But then there's everyone else.

I think the biggest problem with 3-2 and 3-3 is that in the other games, the second and third chapters are where the characters all get fleshed out and build chemistry with one another, and that just... doesn't happen here. Having Ryota and Kirumi's goals contrast both each other's and Shuichi's overarching journey was a good move, but linking it into having a theme in common rather than personal conflict robs the chapter of its emotional core. The reason the previous second cases hit so hard is because they lean into a tragic bond (Taka/Mondo and Peko/Fuyuhiko respectively), while also laying most of the character groundwork going forward - DR1 sets up Byakuya and Toko's roles in the game, gives Chihiro a solid characterization, and establishes Hifumi and Celestia's simp/simpee dynamic, and DR2 builds a solid connection between Mahiru and Hiyoko, develops a connection between around a third of the cast by way of Twilight Syndrome Murder Case, and also gradually weans Chiaki into the role of sidekick for this game. Here? We don't get anything close to that. The most that case 2 does is establish Kaito as a sidekick and lay the grounds for Kokichi manipulating Gonta.

But chapter 3 is the worst offender here by far. Angie and Tenko getting attached to Himiko never feels earned and neither one of them have any chemistry with her and both of them are totally one-dimensional characters, and it feels like they set that up for the sole purpose of plot, and then that plot had the audacity to make the twist that it all had nothing to do with any of their arcs and that Korekiyo's out-of-fucking-nowhere motive was the cause behind everything. It's like you wasted a quarter of your cast on a needlessly convoluted non-sequitur.

Miu and Keebo's relationship was a good idea that they did almost nothing with, and ultimately Miu comes off as more one-note than any of her similar characters in previous titles (I still like her tho, just not as much). Whereas the plot takes Keebo into some interesting places but he never ends up being that interesting as a character. Rantaro was a really interesting character for what he was, and I can't fault them for not doing more with him given his role in the story.

But then there's Tsumugi. God, what a waste of a character. She does NOTHING prior to her reveal as the mastermind. She's conspicuous purely by way of her having no other reason to exist. I can see what they were going for - they probably didn't want to undermine a likeable character by having her be the mastermind. The problem is that she basically isn't even a character until then. And they could easily have leant into her fangirl personality throughout the game by making her fangirl over more things- that way it wouldn't have felt like a completely unearned twist and would make her less of an underwhelming Big Bad.

Of course, once the twist starts getting incredibly meta it's kind of a stroke of genius? The satire against its own status as a pointless sequel was pinpoint accurate, and rings even truer given how many plot beats in this game are rehashed from previous ones (albeit with better execution), and as far up its own ass as it was for doing it the casting of Danganronpa's fandom as the main antagonist through Keebo was an inspired choice, right down to the specific fandom complaints being used throughout the Argument Armament.

But it all comes at the cost of undermining not only everything that came before it by turning it all into a farce, but also by turning the rest of the series up to this point into nothing but a series within the fictional universe of DRV3.

And yet it still uses that as a springboard to deliver an incredibly thematically strong and coherent cap to Shuichi's character arc.

In some ways it completely spits in the face of everything that happened beforehand, and in other ways it's the perfect culmination of it.

Overall it's a completely insane game made by an insane person and for its sheer ambition alone I hold it in high esteem. I think I prefer it to DR1 although it never quite reaches the relative perfection of DR2 (relative in that Danganronpa's approach to game design is kuckoofuckingbananas in general and if it ever approached "perfection" it would not be recognizably Danganronpa in any way).

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3: killing harmony #danganronpa spoilers #lind plays drv3

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datastate · 8 months

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kanna chose sou's life over kai's.

that alone is an action far heavier than she deserved to carry. she feels responsible for her sister's death, and she made another decision on how to disrupt the discussion in the first main game so she could ensure sou lives -- because she alone had the information to make the judgement that sou was more valuable than kai would've been.

by the time kai pleaded with them that he had information to escape, it was too late. the balance had already shifted against him. along with this, kanna risked her relationship with everyone else, but especially sara -- who suffered twice-over with the results of who was to be executed. their relationship was already fractured when kanna felt betrayed at sara following and contributing to these white lies; & in sara's mind, for kanna to go along with sou's lie marked her as gullible at best, or similarly malicious and untrustworthy. sara's hesitant to fully trust or forgive kanna again after this, even if she rationally knows she doesn't want to hurt kanna and that this is the mature route ... the situation of the death game makes it hard to process things, let alone in a healthy manner.

& in trying to repair this, kanna attempts to make the 'ultimate sacrifice' in giving her life for sara's.

most of her reasoning points to sara resembling kanna's sister, but i wonder. if, when she saw kai's messages, that love was also on her mind. kai only seemed to reaffirm what compassion kanna saw in sara, and his words: "please survive, even if it must be you alone" certainly left an affect on her. realizing that, if there is no escape, they really will be picked off one by one... but, in surviving, kanna knows sara will keep a part of kugie alive. and sara's so loving, so kind, that she'll keep the hearts of everyone here and live for them. (kanna doesn't fully recognize the. pain of that... as shown in ch3, she's much kinder to herself than sara is and can genuinely use this as non-destructive motivation.)

but, as it is, kanna as of the second main game feels like she must repent for her actions. kai has failed in keeping sara safe with his last gift -- asunaro destroyed the program through physical means -- but kanna still has faith that sou is still the best option to keep everyone alive, to give them a chance at escape. and that's what all of them - no matter their allegiance - wanted when this all began. if they can put their selfishness aside, follow how selfless kanna is trying to be, then maybe... maybe she'll finally be able to contribute, too. like kai managed, she can still make her death worth something. it won't be a sudden tragedy like the yabusame, or necessarily used for a show of 'power' like mishima... she wants so badly to manage to push the group to work together because she's in a position where both sides care about her. re-emphasize joe's last words, too.

sou wouldn't willingly be the cause of someone's death like that again - that's what she believes, the moment she catches remorse. upon jou's death, a part of that callous, calculating part of him... seemed to break before her. that was his point of no return, and he realized as much. there may have been betrayal when he lied to her on the first floor to capture her trust, but as she's learned abt him, she's willing chosen to trust him.

kanna still trusts every single one of the participants, and will not break her loyalty to sou because she also trusts he also wants to find escape. that's why he was so desperate, wasn't it? on-guard & desperate to put up an act of being emotionally untouchable so he wouldn't be as easily manipulated. both kanna & sou see the 'worse' parts of sara; but kanna recognizes that sara's own 'act' is similar to kugie in her determination to push forward for everyone's sake, whereas sou reads it to mean she'll discard people who dare to stop her path. but when they were given a glimpse of escape, sou could let his apprehension down because there were finally more paths than forward into their deaths. he could be himself and live, again!

kanna genuinely believes that if sou sees that she cared for both him and sara, he'll have it in him to save the group as a whole (shaky as they are, now...) & honestly, even if kai were here too, she'd still choose sou for his more obvious 'humanity' in her eyes. whereas kai's priority was unwaveringly sara, and sara alone, sou is not the man he pretends to be. and that shows itself completely when he asks to be voted for instead of her. meanwhile, kai was not acting for "good" or for "evil" as keiji & sara speculate - he was acting for the chidouins and would ultimately prioritize them and unflinchingly carry whatever the cost is when the opportunity arises. sou gives the group as a whole a chance at another escape attempt in living; all she can do with her death is hope to serve as that connection between him and the group.

but the one thing kanna misses here is that... while trapped in the death game, she really is the only reminder sou had left of this 'life' she wants him to live. of who he wants to be. even if he escapes, it will not be unchanged.

sou didn't want to be... this, they both know that, and yet it's because he couldn't fully use this mask that he ended up letting kanna creep in and realized he couldn't. let her stand by. she's like him; she'd be manipulated and killed. and he stepped in to grab the strings before anyone else could -- only to recognize that this became protectiveness. he ended up becoming someone there to ground her and (harshly) remind her of the others' priorities, even (and especially) if it meant fueling distrust toward those kanna respected like sara or reko (after the doll situation) so she could be on the lookout. while he had puppeteered joe's situation, after those final words, he couldn't manage to let another kid die so. senselessly. sou was willing to give his own life up to stop that from happening, when it came down to it -- because what he's done now is unforgivable, isn't it? and kanna's all that's left of a life worthy of living, in his eyes. that person he can't return to.

in her last moments, when kanna tries to encourage others to trust him and encourages him to give everyone she's learned to care for a chance to survive... it's too late. just seeing the fact the votes are so split on killing a child is enough to shatter sou's trust permanently.

kanna can't live up to these expectations in the end; her death is orchestrated as asunaro intends it. the dead wouldn't scold her for it (& i'm sure there'd be some shame in her trying to follow those displays in the first place, a testament of strength even if she failed to make that same impact), but it's heartbreaking to know it's only gone to waste.

#grah. tears into plywood. this is from last july but i #i think. a normal amount abt kai being 'killed' by kanna & how he partially weighs on her thoughts of keeping sara alive; she must survive.#ahhh. of course sou is furious. at himself and sara for failing kanna.#he can't see this as anything more than sara's charisma giving her the edge. what else could it be...?!#once you know that kai was raised by gashu. raised to kill... it makes it all the more laughable. of course kanna never stood a chance #jestersvaguely #yttdposting #yttd meta #? who know. i'm going to sleep

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dumbstuffsstuff · 1 year

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Drunken Tickles || Genshin Impact || Switch!Diluc Switch!Kaeya

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!Not A Ship!

Also I apologize for any typos, I was writing this late at night :) Enjoy!

Switch!Diluc

Switch!Kaeya

Slight Ler!Venti

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“You’re such a dumbass!”

Diluc grumbles in a deep and irritated voice. He walks through Mondstat to Dawn Winery Manor, carrying his red-faced, drunken younger brother. The captain could barely stand on his two feet, let alone walk. Diluc was practically hauling Kaeya’s torso to his manor.

“Ehehehe… You’re so silly Diluc,” Kaeya mumbles. He’s half asleep at this point. Had Diluc not been pissed off, his voice would easily put Kaeya to sleep.

Except it wasn’t just the fact that Kaeya had gotten himself drunk, but the mischief that his brother causes when he is drunk. Mischief that Diluc always wished he wouldn’t have to be around for. And unfortunately for him, he was around that evening.

Earlier, right as Diluc was closing the tavern, Venti and Kaeya had entered for some alone drinking time. After a long week of tasks and adventures, the Captain and the Bard needed some time to themselves. And what better way to destress than to sip some dandelion wine.

They’d managed to finish two bottles. And as Diluc was cleaning up, Kaeya had “whispered” something to Venti. Except his drunken state had him unable to “whisper”, and ended up blurting, “Did you know my brother makes funny noises when he’s tickled?”

“Master Diluc is ticklish?!” Venti was impressed.

Diluc felt his cheeks flush red, and he looked around the tavern to make sure no last minute diners were still around. Luckily there weren’t, unluckily, he later found himself being attacked by two blue haired drunks.

“Are you mad at me? I feel like you’re mad at me,” Kaeya flops onto his brother’s bed, still flushed with alcohol. Diluc doesn’t say a word. He glares at the younger man and goes to shower and change.

When he comes back, Kaeya had made himself comfy in his own t shirt and shorts, which matched Diluc’s but were blue instead of red. Kaeya is sprawled out on his bed, asleep. Diluc assumes the alcohol had worn off by now. So it was the perfect time to execute his revenge plan.

Kaeya’s shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing his toned stomach. Diluc ran all five of his fingers across the skin, and Kaeya jolted up immediately.

“AHA?!”

Diluc couldn’t help but smirk. He knew his brother was ticklish, maybe even more ticklish than himself. And he knew all the right spots.

He continues to scribble his fingers around Kaeya’s stomach, making the man squirm and giggle.

“Ahah! D-Diluc! Whahat are you dohoing? Cuhut that out!” Kaeya attempts to push his older brother’s hands away, but at every opening, Diluc just dove in to tickle him in a different spot. And Kaeya has been weakened by the alcohol.

“Revenge.”

“Rehehehvenge?!! Revenge for whahahahat?”

“You seriously don’t remember?!” Diluc pulls Kaeya underneath him and sits on his lap to prevent him from escaping, pausing his tickles to rest his hands on Kaeya’s sides.

“Remember whahat??” Kaeya still giggles in anticipation.

“The tavern?? You and Venti got drunk and…?” Diluc blushes. Kaeya doesn’t remember. And Diluc will kick himself in the face before he can say it out loud.

“And what?”

“I-”

“Diluc~ I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why are you blushing so much?” Kaeya gives that one hella annoying smirk.

“You DO remember!! You little lying-” Diluc attacks Kaeya’s exposed sides.

“AHAahahahahaha!!! Dihiluc!! I’m sohorry! I wasn’t in thehe right state of mihind!”

“Excuses.”

“NAHhahahahaha!! Ihits not!! I’m sohohorryy!!”

Diluc moves to pinching his hips.

“NAHAHA! DILUC hahahahahaha!! EHEheheh!”

“You always like to embarrass me in front of others. I’ve had it! It’s time you learn a lesson.”

“Nohobody was there!!”

“Barbatos was!”

“Sohoho??”

“Hmph.”

Diluc plays with Kaeya’s ribs like a piano. Counting each rib one by one.

“AHAHAHAHA!! DILUC! PLEHEHEASE!”

“One… Two…”

“NAHAHA!! WAHAIT! STOP IT!”

As Diluc got closer to Kaeya’s armpits, the higher his laughter rose. Finally, Diluc dug into his hollows, and Kaeya squeezes his arms over his torso to block as many sensations as he could.

“WHAHahahahaha! DIHIhiluc! NOHOT THERE! Plehehehehease!!”

“Fine.” Instead, Diluc moves to Kaeya’s stomach again. This time, applying more pressure and tickling him all over.

“This better?”

“AAAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOHOHOHO!! NO THIS IS MUCH WOHOHORSE! STAHAHAHAP! NOHOT THEHERE! ANYWHERE ELSE!”

“Hmmm nah…”

“I DIDNT DO THIHIS TO YOHOHOUU!!”

Diluc just shrugs and chuckles at his brother who’s red faced from the laughing, with tears in his eyes and his messy hair. He bucks his hips to try and throw his brother off. But it’s no use.

“GEHEHET OFF!! YOU AHAHASSSHOLE!!”

“Hey now. That’s not a way to talk to your elder brother.”

“Whahahatever old man.”

Suddenly Kaeya’s eyes widden and he puts a hand over his mouth. He knows he’s in trouble now. Diluc looks at him with a stern expression, but his eyes only reads mischief. He pulls Kaeya’s shirt up all the way, and inhales air.

“NO!”

But yes.

“N-NOHOT THAT!”

Yes that.

“DILUC NAHA PLEASE I WILL DIE!”

Diluc blows the biggest raspberry on Kaeya’s bare stomach and abs. The vibrations send Kaeya up the wall!

“AHAHAHAHHH!! DIHIHLUCCC!! NAHAHAOHOHO MOREEE!! I CAHAHAHNT! PLEHEASE!! *snort* AHAHAHAH!! OHOHO MY ARCHON!”

“Look who makes funny noises now.”

“SHUHUHUT UP!!”

“You asked for it,” Diluc shrugs and blows another big raspberry on Kaeya’s navel.

“NAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHASE!! STOP ALREADY!”

“Alright, Alright,” Diluc lets up. He rolls off to the side of the bed and let’s Kaeya breathe in much needed air.

“Y-Yoho are.. Cruel!”

“Someone wants more, huh?” Diluc squeezes his side.

“EP! NO! Stohop! I can’t take anymore.”

Diluc chuckles.

“Yeah you think that’s funny don’t you? I’ll really show you something to laugh at,” Kaeya, after regaining most of his strength, wraps his arms around his older brother, wiggling his fingers into the redhead’s sides.

“AH! KAEYA! No, that was MY revenge because YOU…!”

“I what?” Kaeya sneaks his hands under his shirt and lightly scratches his sides.

“Kff…” Diluc holds in his giggles, hunching over to hide his face.

“Diluc~” Kaeya squeezes his sides making him flinch.

“Pfftt.. K-Kaeya.. You ahalready t-tickled me earlier. That was myhy revenge.”

Kaeya notices the blush Diluc gives after saying the word. He giggles, “Well, I wasn’t as merciless then… But I will be now.”

“N-NO KAEYA!”

“Tickle tickle!” Kaeya teases, knowing that it made Diluc blush and squirm.

“Kaeyahahaha!”

“Was that a giggle?”

“N-Noho…”

“I think it was~” Kaeya spiders his stomach, flipping Diluc onto the bed so they were in the same position as before, but reverse.

“KAEYAHAHA!!”

“Are you ticklish Diluc? Do you not like it when I say the word? It’s just a silly word. Tickle tickle!”

“K-Kaeyaha! Stop that now!” Diluc puts his arms over his face. Big mistake. Kaeya tickles his armpits the same way Diluc did before. Except this spot affected Diluc way more than it did Kaeya. Diluc instantly pulls his arms down. Twisting from side to side and bucking his hips to get him off.

“AAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! KAEYAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOT THERE! THIHIS IS NOT FAHAHAIR!”

“Aww is this your tickle spot?”

“SHUHUHUT YOHOUR MOUTH! I SWHEHEHEAR! OHOKAY! IHM SORRY! JUST STOHOP!”

“Nah…” Kaeya pins Diluc’s arms up with one hand, which caught Diluc off guard. Normally, Diluc would easily be able to break free, but the tickles had him weakened, and in all honesty, he wanted to let Kaeya have his fun too. But he’d never admit to that.

“NO! KAEYA!”

“Oh yes.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Kaeya resumes his attack on Diluc’s underarms, Diluc still twisting about.

“KAAHAHAHEYA!!”

“Yeess?”

“STOHOHOP IT!”

“Alright,” Kaeya let go of his arms, but remained sitting on his legs. He instead turns around to face his brother’s feet, turning his head back with a smile.

Diluc’s heart drops to his stomach.

“No. Kaeya. You wouldn’t.”

“Oh but I would~”

“N-Nononono Kaeya, Kaeya. No.”

“I spear you in public, but now? You’re in for it.” Kaeya spiders quickly up and down Diluc’s soles, poking his toes occassionally.

“NO! NONONONONOOOHOHOHOHO!! KAHAEYAAAA!!”

“Ahaha! I gotcha!”

“STAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAA!!”

“You got my death spot I get yours!”

“THIHIS IS TOO MUHUHUCHH!!”

“Aww, Diluc is so weak when it comes to tickling.”

Diluc blushes at the statement.

Kaeya pokes in between his toes, making Diluc’s entire leg twitch and kick, but with Kaeya sitting on them there’s not much he can do.

“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHE *snort* IHIHI *snort* *hic* EHEHHEHEE”

Out of desperation, Diluc grabs Kaeya’s side, causing Kaeya to jump and fall off of him.

Relief at last, except the two begin wrestling, trying to tickle one another back, laughing.

“Ohohokay! Ohokay, I won’t tickle YOUHOU!” Kaeya giggles when Diluc jabs his side.

“I dohon’t believe you.”

“Truce! Truce! Truce.”

“Hm, fine.”

They both let off each other, rolling over to lay next to each other on the bed. They’re both out of breathe and smiling. They felt happy that they got to bond. They rarely ever got to these days. And Kaeya was able to see the more playful side of Diluc which he hadn’t seen in years.

“You know who else I’m going to get revenge on?” Diluc asks.

“Who?” Kaeya asks.

“That Bard.”

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darkened-storm · 10 months

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Academy Shenanigans

The Beyblade Academy discord server has been running a collaborative project these last few weeks, so I wanted to share some of the content that I’ve written for it.

The story so far:

Robert and Kiya (@bladerbunny), together with the Blitzkrieg Boys have turned BIOVOLT into a STEM school for gifted beybladers around the world. After securing a large number of students, Kiya decides the first social event should be a BARN DANCE. Things get a little too out of hand when Steph (@darkened-storm) accidentally drinks some spiked punch and decides to prank Robert for being a no show at the party. Dragging Celeste and Ava (@hellovivirose) and Ilma (@let-it-ripperoni) along for the ride, the students get up to mischief and possibly car theft?

Without further ado:

The plans are set in motion. Steph designates Hilary to keep the rest of the beybladers from getting out of control (Mas has had about a kilo of sugar at this point, and looks as though he’s about to vomit). She warns the All Starz not to cause any permanent damage to property while executing their prank, but otherwise sends them on their way. Daichi and Tyson have wondered off to play detective, muttering something about ghosts, but the girls think they’re just had too much creamy soda (who spiked the punch?) With their reluctant boyfriends in tow, the girls all convene outside Robert’s office. Ava and Celeste are armed with painters tape while Bryan and Matt carry the TP and cling wrap. Ilma returns from the computer lab armed with a USB and Brooklyn trailing behind (he seems to be overly intrigued by the moths attracted to the barn lights). “It’s locked,” Celeste discovers with dismay. “And it’s a smart lock too!” “Looks like we’re going to need more than a hair pin for this one,” Ilma remarks as Kiya rolls up her sleeves. “I can hack that,” she says with confidence, pulling a screwdriver from the inside of her cowboy boot. “Why the heck are you carrying a screwdriver in your shoe?” Ava wonders. “I find it best not to wonder these things,” Becky muttered. “The answers always scare me.” No one knows how, but in about 30 seconds, Kiya has the interface off the door lock and is fiddling with the lock barrel. A resounding click echoes throughout the hall and a second later Kiya tries the handle. The door opens.

“Bingo!” Kiya exclaims. Robert’s office looks like he just packed up half the furniture in his castle and shipped it to Russia. The windows are lined with red velvet curtains and the walls with floor to ceiling bookshelves, similar to a library. Most of the books look old and worn. In the centre of the room is an old, mahogany desk with an iMac perched on top. “Pft,” Kiya mutters. “I can hack that just as easily as the door lock.” With a few quick key strokes, she has the computer unlocked. “Step aside,” Ilma says, brandishing the USB and plugging it in. “Time for some screensaver magic.” “You are pure evil,” her boyfriend says in admiration as he sinks into the leather office chair and begins to revolve slowly and admiring the room. “Right, the rest of us, let’s get to work on redecorating,” Steph declares, reaching for a roll of toilet paper. “I feel like those curtains need an update.” “Hang on a minute,” Matt says almost immediately, dumping the remaining toilet paper rolls on the desk. “Let me help you before you fall down and hurt yourself.” “There’s one in every relationship,” Kiya remarks, watching as Steph drags a chair towards the window and attempts to climb on top of it. “One what?” Bryan wonders. “One who is constantly coming up with outlandish schemes, and one who spends the rest of his life running around after them and hoping they don’t accidentally fall down and land on their own heads,” Kiya responds. “That sounds oddly specific,” Becky remarked grabbing a roll of cling wrap and beginning at one end of the bookcases and starting to cover them. They all set to work and as a team, manage to cover the majority of Robert’s office with a combination of toilet paper and cling wrap. Celeste and Ava find Robert’s blazer hanging on the back of the chair and some post it notes. Gleefully, Ava scribbles “KICK ME” and attaches the post it note to the jacket. “Brooklyn, stop staring at the moose heads,” Ilma can be heard saying as she frantically types at the keyboard. She’s already replaced Robert’s screensaver with a photo of a naked muscular man that she’s photoshopped Robert’s face onto. “Alright, I’m done.” “Wait a sec,” Steph says, abandoning the toilet paper and taking a courageous leap from the chair. Matt, quick as lightning, snatches his girlfriend out of the air (has he been working out over the summer?) and plants her safely on her feet. She nudges the mouse out of Ilma’s hand, screenshots Robert’s desktop and then proceeds to delete all the icons from his screen. Then, she sets the screen capture as the new desktop background. “Oh, he’s going to be scratching his head all morning trying to figure that one out,” Ilma compliments. Before they leave, Celeste hastily grabs one last piece of tape and sticks it the to underside of Robert’s computer mouse. “That ought to do it,” she says, and skips through the door. Becky launches her last remaining roll of toilet paper like a grenade into the room, and is unable to contain a giggle as it bounces off Becky’s cling wrap and unravels itself across the floor. Quick as a flash, Kiya has the smart lock back together and they attempt a quick getaway, only to run headlong into Kai and Tala further along the hallway. “What do we have here?” Tala drawls, looking his girlfriend and her friends up and down suspiciously. “You lot look like …what’s that expression Steph always quotes…?” “Like the cat that swallowed the canary,” Kai supplies in an uncharacteristically helpful manner. “That’s the one,” Tala grins. “Why do you all look like a bunch of cats that swallowed canaries?” “Clowder,” Steph supplies unnecessary. “What?” Brooklyn asks. “A clowder,” Steph repeats. “The collective term for a multitude of cats is a clowder. So to be correct you should ask: Why do we look like a clowder of cats that swallowed a flock of canaries?” Tala’s eyebrow twitches and he holds up a bottle of half full Russian vodka. “Oh fuck it, I’m too drunk for this shit - whatever you’re doing, you better scram before Robert catches you and expels you before term starts - I can’t be arsed with the added paperwork.” The gang scarpers as the sound of helicopter blades rumble overhead, effortlessly lifting Robert’s prize Maybach Exelero onto the rooftop of the auditorium.

#Beyblade OC #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade #beyblade g revolution #robert jurgens #tala valkov #kai hiwatari #bryan kuznetsov

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birdofmay · 1 year

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hi i hope you r doing well I hope it’s ok to ask but i don’t know what support need/level I fit into could u help give any advice/insight?. I read over everything in your pinned but I’m still stuck bc I’m worried to label myself wrongly. can u help at all? I am open to any thoughts u have.. can u relate to my experience at all as a higher support autistic?

I feel like my sensory issue are severe and interfere w my ability to wear most clothes and just daily life stuff, I feel very overwhelmed and broken by change, struggle so much with driving that it’s dangerous, can struggle to process things and do it slowly, I am verbal but have loss episodes and in general barely talk bc social/communication issues,

very difficult to maintain and make relationships, I don’t know if I mask or not bc I feel like even if I were to try to I still seem autistic and mess it up despite some people telling they think I’m high functioning(but then turn around and tell me I’m r slur bc of my autism behaviors), I struggle with hygiene and eating drinking bc I don’t feel the cues or bc of executive dysfunction pain fatigue or sensory issues,

I have motor/pain/muscular issues (mobility worsening and affecting my ability to do things like go up stairs and walk) and I do occupational therapy and it does cause me to not be able to do certain things myself like wash/do my hair and Its a struggle to shower my body too, cannot exercise either bc of POTS

I can go in public but I do it with people bc the surroundings seem overwhelming, I do not have a job currently and I know it would be so hard on me but I am going to college and eventually will be forced to get one, struggle to use utensils to eat and struggle with tasks/instructions when not done right in front of me 1on1 like a million times, I have a lot of stims and a lot of harmful to myself ones, often info dumping about special interest

I can’t handle/fully understand money/taxes/bills, it’s hard for me to prepare meals, struggle to eat much bc of GI issues and jaw fatigue, do laundry, and manage chores, and manage medications, extreme issue with organization, learning disabled, get overwhelmed/meltdown/shutdown very easily

I’m not sure what else to add to take into consideration (can u give ideas) or how to tell which level and support need this fits as .. like I guess I’m not low support bc I do need help with BADLS as I mentioned but I I don’t know if it’s wrong of me to say I’m high support or medium support or a flux of both?.. and have no idea with “levels” I was dx with a level but feel like it’s incorrect .. and based on what I said which BADLS and IADLS do I need help with and how many is that? It’s confusing :(

Here's the relevant section of my FAQ post

"I don't know what support needs I'd be considered!"

Do you have care needs? No? Then you're not high support needs, you're most likely low or low-to-mid support needs.

My country re-assesses my support needs regularly; if you're medium or high support needs and weren't medically neglected your whole life, you'd normally know that you're medium or high support needs already, because that's tested (if you're not sure, check the documents). But testing is different from country to country.

Unless, of course, something happened recently that you now suddenly need a lot of help, definitely more than before. In this case there likely wasn't any testing yet. But in that case I can't help you either, because I don't test you.

Note because this still is a common misunderstanding: The DSM-5 says for example "Autism level 1: Requires support", but the support that's meant there has nothing to do with the support needs we're talking about in this and in the linked post. It's a little unfortunate that both say "support" because people always think it's the same when it really really isn't ☝🏼

I feel like you're mixing up autism levels and support needs still, because the first part of what you wrote (sensory issues, social stuff) is relevant for your level, but not for a support needs/care level assessment.

Maybe read the linked post and the support needs post (linked within the linked post) again but pay attention to the "Who determines if you're low, medium or high support needs (if you have support needs)?" post this time 🤔

Autism levels are given to you by professionals and not to be "guessed" - that's why I don't know what level I'd be considered (we don't have levels), and don't even further think about what level I'd be because I simply don't have a level. You can disagree with the level of course, but when talking about levels you then don't say "I'm level [guessed level]", but "I was diagnosed level [diagnosed level] but think I'm actually higher/lower".

Same goes for support needs. Not "I'm [guessed support needs]" but "I'm [assessed support needs]" or "I think I'm somewhat [guessed support needs]".

It's not a handy personality test self-categorization thing. It's something that's tested. By professionals. Only.

#anon ask #long post

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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SaL anon here my friend after a very, very long week. This is actually my 3rd attempt at sending you an ask. First, I finally had time and was excited to type up something for the latest episode and then the Buck LI stuff came out and the mood for that was killed. Next I had mostly typed up my salty thoughts only to have my internet go down (yes, I whined at home "what i was going to read??!!" and pointedly ignored my very much filled bookcase because my ships aren't in them). So here let's see if this one works out.

So how is it KR and the promo dept always manage to kill any joy we have when we get fed any kind of Buddie content (the follow-up to the Eddie getting shot, and the 5b and premier come to mind here)?? Seriously Buck and Eddie more or less went on a date and had family night together and almost immediately they came back with "look Buck and Eddie are going to go on dates!!". Its exhausting cause it seems like any time they put out a story that might even be slightly suggestive of them being more than platonic bros they insist on following it up with stories to "prove" they are, no matter how recycled those plots are.

And okay let's take a second here to ask WTF is KR doing with these characters? In 6b alone we've had Buck dying, a coma dream, PTSD, super powers, and now he's getting a crush, and we STILL haven't finished the accursed sperm donor storyline??!! Bobby and Athena investigated had the death of a beloved friend 🙄 plot, HenRen had the nonsensical Denny secretly seeing his Dad which was never an issue before plot, and Madney and Eddie are just kinda there?? The other characters have had at best one storyline where the audience has to either invent or rewrite the backstory for. But for Buck he's had like 50 plotlines, none of which have really gone anywhere? I love Buck but I'd rather have him have 1 good arc and resolution than whatever this bullshit is. I'd easily take that screentime and give it to any of the other characters if it meant we got 1 well thought out and executed storyline. Instead we're just recycling and redressing old plots for everyone else while KR uses a magnetic poetry set to plan what Buck's doing from episode to episode. We have 5 episodes left in the season, 4-5 guest characters that are going to be incorporated (including 2 much beloathed ones 🙄🙄🙄), and nothing really setup for our mains to do (even Eddie dating isn't setup, it literally hasn't come up after Ana and you'd think they could have in 6a while he was watching his son mature).

Anyway, I'll stop the rant here though there's definitely more I could say. I'll close off saying I hope you're feeling better today since this week looks like its been rough on you. Sending you virtual tea, soup, and hugs!!

Long week is RIGHT my friend! I'm so sorry you were foiled in your previous attempts! I am right there with you on the Buck LI stuff just...sucking a lot of the joy out of things for me. Because of course we're doing this again 🙄🙄🙄 I was even writing up notes on a possible fic and you KNOW I haven't written anything since Malex and even that was before s4 started. But alas. That sucks about the power going out! I hate when that happens especially if I was in the middle of something! (Also I am SO with you. I keep buying books and then just...not reading them because my brain says "it's not our blorbos so no.)

I am just...so tired at this point. Like yes these people *may* not stick around, but even so, I don't want to loose out on Buddie scenes and Buckley-Diaz family scenes! I don't want Buck to have 90% of his time and discussions with some new character I do not know or care about instead of Eddie and the firefam! They already tried to do that with BT and it was the woooooorst! I want Eddie to have screentime and arcs but again, I don't want the little time we DO get to be wasted on some random side character! And lets be honest, there is no person they can introduce at this point that can compare with the relationship Buck and Eddie have already built and the ways in which they are the perfect partners for what each other needs. So the options are to a) cut down on seeing that relationship so their new het ones don't look so shitty and lame in comparison, b) have these women be mostly just Blurry Girlfriends in the background with no personality or depth just to have the boys paired off so they don't have to do Buddie while still centering their relationship so people can't call them out for not committing to Buddie because their "friendship" looks basically the same, or c) give them LIs that are basically the other's personalities transplanted into a female body in order to have the relationship be anything close to what Buck and Eddie need in a life partner. These are all terrible options, and I hate them, more than I hate the idea of them ending up single even though it undercuts their own narrative set up for the characters but that's a cop-out too.

ANYWAY

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 to everything about Buck's 700 shitty arcs this season while everyone else is mostly twiddling their thumbs. KR is literally the worst at pacing and planning, and constructing a season with any kind of flow. On the bright side, Ravi is coming back and Chim is going to get to do something! I'm so excited! I was really hoping for more of him and Bobby teaming up last week because the little crumbs we got were GOLD.

I did have a very emotionally rollercoaster-y week and the show being Like This absolutely Did Not Help, but I am making it work. Mostly with loooots of fic. Cheers friend, lets see if we can make it through the finale intact, if Buddie dreams can make it through the finale intact, and if the SHOW can make it through the finale intact with how these renewal negotiations are going.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #IDC how it turns out 5 episodes from now or next season this is literally a repeat of s2 AND s4 #with eddie getting with someone and buck going back to trying to date right after #i am TIRED #i am OVER them running things in circles and going nowhere #and i am sick of kr ruining everything about the show with her incompetence and her obsession with cheap drama #GOD and the sperm donor thing is STILL fucking going!#didn't she say how “fun” it could be to see buck trying to date in the middle of all that?!#GOD if i think too hard about that storyline or the next few episodes i just get filled with rage #so i'm gonna go read some fic and calm down #but it is past time for her to go for REAL #get that woman AWAY from buck and his arcs and the whole damn show actually #brb gotta go scream into the woods for an hour

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Can i ask why bab sucks? Bc i buy from them a lot as a plushie collector

Oki I'll try to explain as best I can cause its like 3am where I am..

Basically BAB is a shady company. In the past they've supported organizations such as Autism Speaks (they've since ended that partnership but it took a lot of convincing from customers for then to do so, and I think the Autism Speaks website still sells the bear BAB created for them) BAB also notorious for poor management when it comes to new bear releases and certain promotions.

A good and recent example is the launch of the new cinnamoroll bear. There wasn't an announcement made for the plush at first, it was simply put up on the website. And by the time the Twitter account announced the release, cinnamoroll had already sold out (I believe within a couple of hours of the release). The company did nothing to prevent scalpers from buying up 10+ bears at a time. I also heard that the site was acting wonky because of the influx of traffic due to the cinnamoroll bear. BAB knows how popular Sanrio characters are, cinnamoroll has literally been voted most popular multiple years in a row. They should have prepared for the wave of customers who'd come rushing in for it, although I guess you could simply call it an oversight on their part.

An example of a poorly executed promotion would be that "pay your age" sale they had a couple years back (in like, 2016 I believe?) Hundreds of people with young children lined up at their local BABW in the summer heat, only to be told the promotion had been canceled because they once again didn't prepare for such a massive turn out. Heres a vid for you that talks about it, and another, and one more for the road

On the slightly less Yikes side, the company's got an "after dark" section on the website which is mostly cheeky stuff that only borderlines adult themes, and also features bears holding adult beverages. Which isn't the worst thing I guess. Its cool they're catering to their aduld market, but its not the most appropriate thing to have on a site that kids can easily access (does the site make you put in your date of birth to get on that part of it? I've never checked, but if not then they should at least do that)

Finally, like many retail stores, BAB treats its staff poorly. The company almost literally makes employees do a song and dance for customers while putting pressure on sales performances, all for minimum wage or just barely above. This post here details some of the treatment workers face, and I believe it also links to a subreddit for BAB employees

I hope this is a good answer, friend. Also I just wanna say I've got nothing against people who buy from BAB. If its something you love then enjoy it. But I personally cannot look past these things, and so I choose to enjoy purchasing my own bears from second hand sources.

#please don't come for me BAB collector community I hate the company not the plushies or you #viti shoosh

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My Top 5 Worst Shows of 2022

What's going on everyone? It's Dan here and were nearing the end of 2022 so much like every other degenerate online, I'll be giving my Top 5 lists. Starting off the list, I'll be giving My Top 5 worst shows of 2022 list!

Keep in mind, this is all subjective and just my opinion on what I've seen this year. There will be shows on this list you agree or disagree with and that's okay! are we clear on that? good. Let's begin.

Number 5 is going to the limited Netflix series, DAHMER. (6/10)

Now right off the bat, I'm sure I'll catch major flack for putting a show like DAHMER on this list because it was actually quite popular for a fat minute. My real gripe with this show is because it's a piece of entertainment based around a real killer. I don't have problems with adaptations based on true events or people, but when it comes to basing them off tragedies or killers, I get real mixed on the subject. I feel as long as its done tastefully then it's fine, but with Dahmer it feels like the series glorifies him to an unhealthy degree and makes Jeffery Dahmer (at least in the show) likeable. It's similar to when Zac Efron portrayed Ted Bundy a couple years back and people found Bundy to be a charismatic and likeable guy despite that he was a real monster much like Dahmer. Now you can argue this is thanks for Evan Peters portrayal which I'll admit is pretty well done, but even so, it feels like the show and its story is making light of the events that took place especially when they exaggerate or alter details for the sake of the story. The show itself is alright, like I said Peters did a great job but the show itself is....meh. The show overall I'd give it a 6/10, but the events and person it was based off of leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth and feels that it altered more than it should have for the sake of entertainment.

Number 4 is going to another limited series that's on Disney Plus, Kenobi (5.5/10)

This show I had high hopes for and something everyone has been waiting for, An Obi-Wan Kenobi movie or series on his exile on Tattooine watching over a young Luke, but it turned out to be a real disappointment. Now I already reviewed the show back in the summer and gave it a 5.5/10 so if you want a full in-depth on why I dislike it go check that out. To summarize what I initially said, The show is basically pointless filler in my eyes. It doesn't really add anything to the story of Star Wars and we got glorified fighting scenes between Kenobi and Darth Vader which I felt wasn't necessary, they didn't need to meet. Another reason was the characters were all weak, the main bad guy or gal in this case was just poorly written and felt like her actress was just being over the top. Plus the Inquisitor was thought to be killed off so easily and this caused outrage in the fandom since he's a big player in Star Wars: Rebels. The shows saving grace was when they brought in the writer from WALL.E (I'm serious) for the last two episodes and it managed to salvage the series and actually make it entertaining, make the characters sympathetic and bringing the Inquisitor back to life. The show was just a huge mess, even worse than Book of Boba Fett. It is a real shame because I wanted to like the show, it had it's moments where there was something that could have been great if it was handled better. Unfortunately this is what we ended up with and it was a real disappointment.

Number 3 has to go to the Disney Plus original series, She-Hulk (5/10)

Now this is a show I knew was gonna be met with heavy dislike and major debate. I had no faith in this show and when I watched a few episodes...it further reinforced those feelings. To be fair, the She-hulk show concept could work well but the way it was executed here was just awful. It's no secret that the MCU has treated the Hulk like a complete side character throughout most the MCU's run in cinema and I find that to be a serious injustice since the Hulk is my favorite Marvel character (yes even more than Spider-Man though he is a close second). I honestly hate how they've treated him in every phase after the original Avengers movie and I thought with the She-Hulk series they'd at least give him some kind of reparation for it as this wise mentor since he's professor Hulk now. But NOPE! Jennifer just complains, telling him how she's gone through far worse than him and talks down on him writing off his struggles as nothing. That's what initially made her so unlikeable in the first place, she has this sense of entitlement and just because she's a woman it means her problems are always worse than Bruce's issues. Keep in mind Bruce has struggled with a dual personality he was unable to control for the longest time and even attempted suicide at one point where as Jennifer has mentally more control than he did so it just makes her character unlikeable. In the comics and other shows she's portrayed to be a real charmer and someone who is easy going but in this show, she's entitled, mean-spirited and shameless (in a bad way). I know this is meant to appeal to a more adult demographic since there's sex (Disney's closest thing to that), Twerking, and profanity. All of those could work for a She-Hulk show, but the writing and lackluster CGI/VFX (she literally looks like that one scene in Click where Adam Sandler's character makes himself look like the hulk) is what truly holds it back. It has it's moments with neat Easter eggs and Cameo's like Abomination from the 2008 Incredible Hulk movie, but it's not enough to save the show and all that I've said makes it a chore to watch than entertainment.

Number 2 goes to the infamous Halo TV show on Paramount Plus. (4.5/10)

My god I don't even know where to begin with this one....For starters one of the producers Steven Kane would go on saying that they didn't play or look at the games the show was based off of. Secondly, They ruined Master Chiefs character by having him remove his helmet in the first episode which is something he would have never done in the games, third it's just space drama when there's no covenant fighting, I could go on and on. I already review this show so if you wanna see that go ahead but yeah this show was just doomed to fail. I don't understand why they bother making adaptations of beloved video game franchises and give it to people who seem to hate video games and make it so generic and almost nowhere near what its based off of. Yeah they said that this is non-canon, but that's still no excuse to make a Halo Show and make it this terribly. Companies always do this where they make a generic show and slap a beloved IP just so people will watch it. They did this as well with the resident evil show on Netflix (which I've seen clips of and will not watch it ever). It's a generic zombie show and they slap the Resident Evil name on it just so it could generate some views. We've seen with things like Arcane, The Witcher, Cyberpunk, Cuphead, and Sonic that prove you can adapt video games into a great show or movie as long as you have the right team behind it and stay loyal to the source material while also making it your own. It's been proven yet there are still shows like Halo that refuse to give any effort into it or hand it off to the right team. The Halo show was hard to watch, the only episodes I genuinely liked were the first and last episodes because they were action packed battles between the Spartans and the Covenant, everything in between was just space drama. Unfortunately, the shows budget was limited so they couldn't give us a lot of the covenant, that's why their appearances were limited. Also I hate Kwan Ha (not her actress) she is the worst character in this god forsaken show and is baby sat by Soren who I felt was the best character in the show. I initially gave this show a 4.5/10 but I honestly regret that score now I felt it should have been far lower.

And now for the number 1 spot! The Worst Show of 2022 goes to....

Number 1 goes to Fairly OddParents: Fairly Odder on Paramount Plus (1/10)

I've mentioned what has held back a lot of the shows on this list, whether it be bad writing, bad acting, low budget, horrible VFX and CGI, decent concept but poor execution, poor adaptation of a beloved property and even controversy because of real people. I've mentioned how all these shows have one, maybe two of these qualities...well this show has ALL OF THAT!

I know I gave my review of this show back in April, but I don't think I fully expressed all my reasons so I'll try to get it all out in this. First off, the concept of this show is just awful. This live action and animation hybrid idea can work if done with proper care but this show half hazardly puts it together with the smallest budget known to man like literal peanuts flicked at the production. The OG Fairly OddParents was done completely in animation which is far better because you're not limited thanks to animation being a far more flexible medium. The animation is so cheaply done and clunky like I've seen better flash animations from 2005 than what I'm seeing here in 2022 how is that even possible!? The characters are all weak like I do not like any of the main cast aside from Cosmo, Wanda, Jorgen, and Mr. Crocker only because they got the OG voice actors back for their roles and even Mr. Crocker's Voice actor actually got to play him both in live action and animated which I think was awesome but that's about the only positive thing I can say. The settings are so repetitive and uncreative, they literally use the same settings and just redecorate them slightly to be somewhat different. The writing is just poorly done and the acting is all phoned in like good god no one was having a good time. The VFX and CGI are done poorly due to the low budget like this is stuff I can make with a green screen, photo shop and my art tablet. But the worst part about this show is the man behind it, Butch Hartman. He was the creator of Fairly OddParents and was one of the best animators in the industry back in the 2000's and even early 2010's. He was truly one of the best but along the way he got greedy and arrogant. He had that Oaxis Kickstarter, he's been accused of plagiarizing art and commissioning it, and he's just become a real unhinged Jerk if I'm gonna be honest. He agreed to bring back the fairies and he did a shit job at it. It's clear he had no real passion or drive to make this show successful...it's just a shameless cash grab and a phoned in check for himself. It's a real fall from grace story here. Normally a series like the Powerpuff Girls or MLP are ruined because the networks take it upon themselves to squeeze every dime out of the existing property when the original creator departs from the show. Here, Butch comes back but just doesn't care about his IP enough to make it good, he only cares about money and this show has nothing to offer. This show is just a hollow shell of its former self and that's why I feel Fairly OddParents: Fairly Odder is the worst show to come out in 2022 and possibly of all time.

There you have it folks! the worst shows of 2022 according to me! how many of you have I upset? How many of you agree with me? let me know! I'll be posting the Top 5 Best shows along with the Top 5 Best/Worst movies of 2022 and I'll post those throughout the week.

See ya!

#dans den #top 5 list #worst shows #2022 #reviews #dahmer series #kenobi series #she hulk #halo series #fairly oddparents fairly odder

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