#i dont doubt that he holds himself in high regard. i dont doubt that he likes himself etc

[transmascsonicthehedgehog]

I wonder if Sonic's dream of not being noticed is meant to be a subtle callback to the last Twitter Takeover where all everyone could say that him changing the water filter was the most impressive thing he's done

ohh :(

#YKNOW i keep thinking about this #i really really really need them to go more in depth with sonic. as a character. by himself. #sonic. as a character. is so interesting to me. probably the most interesting of the bunch because... he bottles up so much #he never talks about his true feelings #hes always wearing a grin. he never lets anything get him down even in the heat of the moment #or so we think. #the boy is riddled with trauma. years worth of trauma. we dont know the REAL sonic if that makes sense? yeah? #i dont doubt that he holds himself in high regard. i dont doubt that he likes himself etc #however #the very icon of freedom is not free. #the metal virus... frontiers... etc... #sonic the hedgehog is not free. he bottles himself away from others and keeps his true feelings and thoughts to himself. #justin replies

[minophus]

college au is like. i couldnt tell u their specific majkrs but im sure ill have it at some point.

gabriel in regards to classes-he definitely prioritizes them. honestly if he had less abysmal habits and less of a habit of thinking too hard about his answers he could be better off. no doubt like hes a Good Stufent and he does well but he stresses himself out along w really (jnrealistic) high expectations he holds himself up to. def the gifted kid growing up. A and B student. sometimes a c writhes its way in there.

in regards to people- he loooooooves helping people. he loves hearing the Ohhhhh of a sudden understanding of a concept that he got to explain. very friendly and well liked but not wholly Cared about..hes used a lot just for his smarts, and like outside of helping tutor other folks theres not a lot going on socially. except for communication btwn him and his uncles(which i like to picture are the councillors. very religious family. like Crazy religious.)gabriel probably has some internalized homo/transphobia somewhere in there but he has an arc about that.

mirage and her classes - Makes half assed attempts to study in my mind, she puts her mind to it, pulls out a textbook reviews her notes etc … eventually grows bored, experiences the autism frustration of not having completed a task, and ends up in a nihilistic spiral while I Think listening to music. or texting a friend. she wouldnt admit it but music is a passion of hers. Dont tell anyone but i like to think she daydreams abiut starting a band.

mirage and her social life - she probably has a small circle of friends that are just a total fucking tar pit. she stands where she stands and they disagree sometimes but in the end none of this matters and we might as well hang out after class. actually do you wanna skip next period? etc. shes hard to get along with just because shes so horribly negative but i dont think shes outright rude. maybe has a passive aggressive or underlying tone but i dont think she means it. because none of it matters.

v2 and classes - very hard worker! vigilant and pays attention. snaps at you if youre distracting her. her bag is a bit of a total fucking mess but she’,ll get those papers after the test.( never gets the papers). She gets particularly pissed when people take their sweet sweet time moving around campus. she knows just what to say to get an extended deadline if shed ever need it. i think she has very organized notebooks themselves but again. bags a mess. dorm’s a mess. i think shed find a way to get a single dorm.

v2 and people - gets along relatively well, makes some MEAN small talk and fantastic at making a deal. no close friends though, primarily just acquaintances she waves at and asks how theyre doing.. thats about it. tries to have fun on her own.

v1 in classes - THIS FUCKING GUY. i cannot decide whether it would have straight A’s on accident or straight F’s while knowing the material SCARILY well. what i do know is it would never take notes it would never study its living a life and having fun. not a frat boy or anything tho i dont grt those vibes.

v1 with people - i dont think it has friends though on account kf It Doesnt Really Talk and a lot of other mchines dont bother to Bother with a guy who refuses to really talk. unintentionally rude somehow. creeps ppl out with the unbroken eye contact even as its doing an intensive task. verrrry expressive with bodylang though as if youve got the patience you can get a crazy convo going. like its unintentionally rude but i think its well meaning. unless if its v2. they happened to go to the same college and they have a sibling rivalry. if these two have no friends then theyve got eachother. to bully and tease.

#i hope to god this is cohesive and nkt cringe. im still oddly shy about it. #gooptalks

[sassycollectivenerd]

What are the qualities women are drawn to in a man?, it is subjective, what moves me?. Looks unless substantiated and backed by substance mean nothing, lookwise you don't ask for the impossible, that he be sufficiently good looking with shared interests foremost of which being fitness is all you ask . Lean and tall, even lanky is my type, but somebody you can't greatly fault, who doesn't want for sense and also isn't drawn to materialistic things is what instantly connects, but guys are mad about cars, bikes, high end gadgets- functionality is all you should look for, and spending all your savings does not bode well for the future, you save, you invest in sure shot options say mutual funds and money grows. Yes I know , "its my hard earned money, I will spend it on what gives me pleasure" is what most people would retort, if you own a well run business you can indulge yourself and splurge but most of us are still dependant on our paychecks from month to month which is limited, plus no doubt you have your offspring to think of, save up for it, and save up for a rainy day, as for me even if I have that kind of money I will never splurge, not because I am tight fisted but because I derive no joy from it, big brands mean nothing to me, the mobile or whatever I purchase ought to work fine, most brands will given that to stay visible they need to come upto scratch, it isnt the most recent cutting edge technology i am after, and i dont even need it, so we were talking about men, how do you judge him?, never by his looks although no looks at all instantly repelsbut we we are talking about the other extreme here. You judge him by what he has done with his life and how he conducts himself, is he careful with his money, does his health concern him or not ?, a healthy lifestyle keeps sickness at bay, it cannot be stressed upon enough. And when you are a woman you look for empathy in a guy, that willingness to pitch in and help you out as and when required, and a few pointed questions as to what he does in the weekend would suffice, does he attend to his pressing concerns, the undone chores or is he a travel freak who wants to spend every spare minute exploring, again look for someone very balanced, moderation in everything is the key, as far as dressing goes I would prefer someone minimalistic, less is more is my approach, so it should be with him. As far as religious beliefs go since i have concluded that atheism is the truth after much deliberation and have no religious allegiances I look for someone similar, so essentially you should look for similarities in the guy, polar opposites don't coexist in harmony. Age isn't a deciding factor, someone within your age group, give or take a few years is perfectly acceptable. And when you are a women you marry someone who has a soft corner for you if there is nothing seriously objectionable about him, you don't go hankering after the unattainable because you will find the former easy to live with and he stands by you always for you are dear to him, he values you, regard is everything. Finally if you look around you, you find that men shrug off responsibilities, so before you agree to anything look for tell tale signs, if he helps his mother around the house or is perfectly capable of cooking a meal, a very essential life skill if you ask me, he will pass. The rampant practise of gifting flowers, chocolates, soft toys, knick knacks etc put me off, this practise we adapt from the movies, Mushy sentimental romances a staple in most movies just serves as an enticement to hold your attention real life differing vastly yet the public in general and your peers in particular are drawn to it , rather than be swayed by popular sentiment you opt to make informed choices. I don't wish for any token or gesture to mark the occasion not even a wedding ring, I don't prefer any jewellery other than earrings because they get in my way and I am not fond of them, and I feel it's unwarranted expenditure, more on weddings later, and I dont wish to host a dinner or throw a party in honor of the occasion either.

[mbabol]

voltas brainstorming

i am So Close to a breakthrough about disco ewysium and the concept of voltas. ok so we all know the lead writer was formerly an author and seems familiar with literature in general. so i think its fair to assume that he and the other writers for de are very familiar with the sonnet as a poetic form and all that. which is important for theoriizng abt voltas

things called Voltas are referenced in key parts of the story - it holds an important and unique place in the lore of elysium. its not a lynchpin in the same way that dolores dei is, through ubiquity as well as meaning, but almost solely through it’s placement in the story. notable really for the scarcity of references despite it connecting to multiple other parts of the games lore and story

Volta do Mar - the name of the practice used by those who travel the Pale to retain like....cohesiveness? and sanity. helps reduce the negative effects of the Pale

involves repetitive mantras basically? not given much detail in game. told this information by joyce. desrcibed by joyce to be poetry inspired/adjacent?

portuguese sailing technique/that wind pattern in the atlantic

not in the game BUT also is the name of one of the skill bonuses written in the tag of the official kim kitsuragi jacket merch. [red skill] “a feather on the wind”

WAIT JUST SAW IT DIFFERS BASED ON THE JACKET U GET?? orange is +1 (red) “a feather on the wind” but the black jacket is +2 (still red) “distant enemy of himself” HUH?????

AT HIGH LEVELS THIS SKILL WILL HELP U TRAVERSE EXPANSES BUT AT THE COST OF SELF SABOTAGE...

this has to be a dual reference to the way kims self possession and pride leads to 1) high competence meaning lots of self denial meaning effectiveness but also repression 2) black crew jacket says it reminds kim of seol, despite him never having gone. so. in line with his ingame characterization regarding his identity, which is protective and proud (”i am revacholian”) in emphasizing how disconnected he is from any kind of seolite heritage but almost to the point of internalized racism? like that dialogue where hes like “ive never been to seol” and an empathy check tells you he sounds almost proud of the fact

even if not written with that intent it certainly reads coherently like that. it makes for a really interesting reading of kims character thats engaged with the issue of whether to respond to stereotyping and pigeonholing with either identification with your country of immigration (and honestly, in 2nd gen cases like kim, country of birth/citizenship and all the rest) or through complete rejection of the aggressing country - and can you do either without dragging in nationalism in one way or another

ok this got away from me but yeah. so thats the volta do mars

voltas (general - poetry): “twist” in argument, theme, or rhetoric. typically a feature of sonnets. location of the volta varies by sonnet type: petrarchan - between the octave and sestet, shakesperean - right before the ending couplet. strict form of the sonnet also means poets do some interesting things formally with the volta. single sonnet can sometimes contain multiple voltas of varying intensities

i mean same root word so of course there are going to be similarities between the two concepts (all centered around the “turn”) but like. idk idk theres something to follow here about storytelling (self reflective elements of disco elysium - “meta” bits), motifs about the sky/air (particularly as representative of love and revolution), and the “turn”

i mean. i guess. most obviously. literally. “the return”. is that. is that it. the turn is. the turn of the tide of revolution and communism. is that. hm.

i dont know what i expected. yeah that makes sense. checks out. when in doubt its probably connected to revolution

#de thots #draft

[bratkook]

rough hands. (m) jjk

pairing : tattooed!jungkook x tattooed!reader (slight fuckboy!jk)

word count : 12k, (i hate myself why cant i ever write anything shorter than 10k goodbye)

genre : (fr)enemies to lovers, smut, this is for @mygukandonly​ ty for the idea and for sharing my thirst for jungkook lmao also ps. if you read this/enjoy it pls reblog bc tumblrs tags are dead af tysm

warnings : overstimulation, dirty talk (its kinda sweet tho?), playful banter during sex, unprotected sex

summary : how is he meant to confess that he’d tear off his left arm for you if you asked when he can see the way you look at him in disgust when his nervous rambling leads to retelling the raunchy stories of girl’s past

The muffled sound of your roommate and his best friend laughing in the kitchen can be heard through your bedroom wall, a smile spreading across your face when you hear Hoseok’s telltale joyous laugh, no doubt in the middle of telling a story. 

You rake your fingers through your hair once more, fluffing it up and stepping back from the mirror to give yourself a once over, your hands tugging down on the tight dress you had on. The black shiny latex hugging your curves in all the right spots and you smirk as excitement fills you when you think of the dumb shit you and your best friend Rina were going to get into tonight.

In the kitchen Hoseok pours another shot for himself and Jungkook, the two of them energized at going out tonight as well, the video game demo they had been working on at work had gotten approved, being given the green light to move further into it so they would be celebrating tonight. The rest of his friends were set to arrive at your shared apartment for some pregame drinks before they left to their designated bar of choice.

“Y/N! Take a shot.” Hoseok shouts out when you step out of the hallway, his head peeking out by the breakfast bar to see you. He’s wearing a simple white tshirt, his colorful tattooed arms on full display as he holds out a shot glass for you to take. As you step closer to grasp it Jungkook’s eyes bulge out at what you’re wearing, he chooses to throw back his shot, letting the burn of tequila take his mind off how hot you looked. Jungkook has had it bad for you for so long, you and Jungkook have ran in the same circle since high school, not exactly friends but there was always a mutual friend linking you two together.

Jeon Jungkook has always been shameless, even at the young age of 16, when his hair was all bangs and the only thing on his mind was bands, shows, and girls. His debauchery only worsened in college when his muscles bulked up and he started experimenting with tattoos, there is nothing horny college girls love more than a man with long black hair and inked sleeves so of course he embraced it. 

The social circle you two shared slowly dwindled away after the first year of college as people dropped out, moved out of state or started a career while you finished your schooling. Because of that, you hadn’t really seen or heard much about Jungkook during your last year of college, not sure if he ever finished, dropped out or took a year off. It wasn’t until fate had you responding to a room mate needed ad that lead you to Jung Hoseok and in turn leading you right back to Jeon Jungkook, full circle.

And in that reunion it was made clear that he had stayed exactly the same, the same 16 year old mentality trapped inside a bulked out tattooed man, his new found goal being getting under your skin because he loved seeing you upset.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you grab the shot glass, standing right beside Hoseok as he pours himself yet another shot. He just smirks at you, noticing your added height with the platform shoes you have on, “If you wear those shoes you can get on all the rides at Disney.”

He hides his smile behind the glass, seeing you roll your eyes as you throw back the shot, glaring at him once you swallow it, “Oh shut up, I’m normal sized, it’s not my fault you’re a fucking Titan.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at your comeback, his shoulders nudging Jungkook and seeing him fighting back a smile at your reaction, “Touché.”

The contents of the tequila bottle start to dry out so Hoseok pushes it away, opting for grabbing a cup to start making drinks to pace himself until his friends show up. You have the beginnings of a buzz warming you up, sliding out your phone to see that Rina texted you to come over, wanting to pregame as well before you went out together.

As you start texting her back your ears tune in to the story Jungkook had decided to start telling, reminiscing on the last time they had all gone out to that dive bar. His hands are animated as he tells Hoseok about the drunk girl he had his eyes on, the both of them ending up in the gross bathroom while she gave him a sloppy blowjob, stopping halfway through to puke all over the floor and how it had absolutely wounded his ego. Him and Hoseok are bent over in hysterics as you lock your phone and roll your eyes, like clockwork Jungkook had to start talking about his sexual escapades, “And that’s my cue to fuck off.”

You shove your phone into your tiny side bag as you start to walk away and Jungkook presses his lips together as he realizes once again he said something he shouldn’t have. Hoseok turns to look at you, “You sure you don’t wanna come out with us? It’ll be more fun than that fetish club you’re into.”

You laugh at him, acting as if he didn’t frequent that club as well, “Is Iseul joining you?”

He frowns at the mention of his girlfriend, getting a little sad that she would in fact not be joining him, “No, she’s got an early shift tomorrow so she cant.”

“Sorry but if she’s not there I’m not interested.” You tease with a shrug, throwing your arm up in a wave before leaving your apartment, the door slamming behind you.

Jungkook instantly sulks once you’re gone, mentally slapping himself for always managing to say stupid shit around you. He couldn’t help himself, the small crush he had spawned in high school when you were still the timid girl that wore band tees two sizes too big, and now that you had matured into this, all leather and stockings and tattoos that rivaled his, that crush had bloomed and with it came plenty of wet dreams and fantasies. 

He knew he stuck his foot in his mouth every time you two ended up in the same vicinity but his usual confident and cocky self became a nervous fucking wreck around you. His brain chose to either rile you up with mean jokes or let his mouth run on autopilot. Unfortunately the only two topics programmed in consisted of shit regarding his job as an audio engineer for video games or his raunchy one night stands. More often than not it was the latter, talking about vulgar things made you walk away, if he talked about technical shit that you didn’t know about, it left room for questions from you and more of a chance for him to embarrass himself.

He uncaps the tequila bottle again and tips it back, taking a swig from the bottle and accepting that he’d have to live with annoying you from afar.

Its not until you come home that night, absolutely hammered, while hes there that he gets the first glimpse that maybe his dreams aren’t so far fetched. He’s stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, the buzz of the night having left him a while ago, a bowl of cheerios in his hand that he’s currently shoveling into his mouth when you stumble in, tripping over the doors threshold as you giggle and attempt to shut it quietly as to not wake up Hoseok.

Jungkook smirks with a mouthful of cereal as you press your forehead against the door and double over in hushed laughter, no doubt remembering something stupid that happened earlier. “You okay?” He finally speaks up, scaring you, you whip around in shock and slam your back against the door, a small whimper of pain leaving you as you slide down until your butt meets the floor.

“Oh shit.” He sets his bowl down and goes over to make sure you’re okay, your body is slumped on the floor with your legs sprawled out and he forces himself to just stare at your face, a small frown on it now that you realize how drunk you are. But thanks to that, the usual dont touch me attitude you normally have is missing, letting Jungkook scoop you up by the arms. He swallows as his fingers go down to tug the hem of your dress since it had rode up from you sliding down, his fingers lingering slightly on your thigh.

Your head lolls over now that he’s holding you up and away from the wall, a small smile on your face as you stare at him, your finger coming up to gently prod at the bar he has in the center of his lip, seeing them curl up as well because fuck are you drunk.

Your eyes are having trouble focusing on him with the dim light and the two shots you took just as you left the bar finally settling into your system but you make him out just fine, the weird orange glow coming from the kitchen illuminating him enough for you to see him. “You’re really cute in this lighting.” You slur out.

Jungkook just blushes, not knowing how to respond to you because you complimenting him was not the norm. When your brain decides that your head is far too heavy to hold up it drops back, showing him the expanse of your neck and the beautiful peony you have at the side of it, just under your ear, leading up to the spot where your neck meets your collarbone and Jungkook can’t stop himself from thinking of sucking hickeys into the skin there, the purple splotches coloring the blackwork tattoo.

“Wow, you’re sloshed.” He hauls you up, the muscles on his body clearly not being for show as he carries you to your room. He flicks the light on and gently places you on your mattress, hearing you groan in protest but otherwise not moving. His hands start to unbuckle the straps to your shoes, cute leopard print platform heels with the words doll face adorning the toe strap and it was very much you.

They land on your hardwood floor with a loud thud but you don’t register it, your eyes staying shut as you shove your face into your sheets. He opts for leaving you in your dress, shoes were fine but clothing was uncharted territory so he just unfolds the fluffy throw blanket at the edge of your bed and drapes it over you. His hands turn you over until you’re on your side, a stack of pillows at your back so he knows you won’t run the risk of choking on your puke if the situation arises. When he knows you’re no longer at risk of dying he starts to get up, your hands coming to grasp his and it startles him to see your drunk eyes blinking at him softly.

Your lips are moving but he can’t make out what you’re saying so he inches closer, “Huh?”

When hes about a foot away your hands cup his cheeks and bring him in for a quick kiss, the scent of vodka filling his nose as he feels the softness of your lips, “Thank you Jungkookie.” The phrase slurs together in an almost incomprehensible sentence but he hears it as he pulls back, your eyes shutting and your hands dropping and laying limp beside you as you knock out.

Jungkook just stands at the edge of your bed, watching you sleep for a moment before he scurries out to the living room, forgetting about his cereal and collapsing onto the couch to crash, his hands rubbing his eyes almost as if he’s trying to wake himself up from the dream he swears hes in.

His night had been restless, he couldn’t even blame it on sleeping on a couch, he usually did that when he and Hoseok went out and he had to carry his best friend home. No his dreams had consisted of you and that damned latex dress, the small innocent kiss you gave him spurring him on, so he was thankful when he woke up and no longer had to be scared of you walking in on him saying some shit in his sleep.

Hes currently sprawled out on the couch, shirtless with his grey sweats on, one hand tucked behind his head as the other fiddled with his phone, scrolling through instagram and shamelessly rewatching your story for the millionth time. He just couldn’t stop replaying a video of you speaking into the camera, very drunk with a massive smile as you tried to get your friend who was in the background to face the camera, erupting into a laugh that made him smile along.

His finger presses down on his screen, pausing the video as his ears pick up the sound of a bedroom door opening, either Hoseok was up or you were. He wasn’t sure who he was hoping for but when he sees his friend walk out of his room with bedhead he wishes it was you.

Hoseok smacks his lips together a few times, his squinty eyes looking at Jungkook as he smiles, “How’d those jäger shots treat you?”

Jungkook laughs as he recalls Hoseok egging everyone on to take more of them, sitting up and ruffling his wavy hair, “I can still bounce back as quick as I did when I was 16.”

Hoseok just groans, his palm rubbing his forehead, “Wait until you hit 26.” He waddled into the kitchen and begins rummaging around, the sound of pills shaking in a container being a telltale sign that Hoseok desperately needed advil.

“Hungry?” He calls out and Jungkook hums in response, he was very hungry, he hadn’t wanted to get up and make himself food since last time he did he had mistakenly used up the last of your oat milk and you had been furious, tossing the empty carton at his head when you had tried to make yourself a bowl of cereal. “You cool with pancakes?”

“Dude you could give me a still frozen eggo waffle and I’d be grateful.”

Hoseok laughs loudly at his statement, pots and pans clanking together as he sets up and Jungkook winces, your bedroom shared a wall with the kitchen so it was only a matter of time until the noise woke you up.

It takes roughly 15 minutes of Hoseok chatting and the noise of the mixer to stir you from your sleep. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are pulsing from your headache when you fully awake, pushing yourself up from your bed you’re confused as to how you even got into it. The black dress you wore dug into your skin, the straps leaving deep imprints in your shoulders from the way you slept.

“What the hell.” You moan out, rolling your neck and staring down at the mountain of pillows that were laid out in a specific shape. Had Hoseok hauled your ass to bed last night?

The muffled sounds of chatter start back up, the smell of pancakes slipping under the crack in your door and you grin, hoping Hoseok had added chocolate chips into the mix.

Pancakes were a necessity right now, your stomach felt hollow and from past experiences if you waited too long to eat after drinking all night your hangover would last way longer, so you stand up, your sore feet aching as you shuffle to your drawers and pull out comfortable clothes.

When your door creaks open Jungkook stops talking, his fork staying impaled in the pancakes as the sound of your feet padding on the hardwood floor gets closer. Hes sat on the tall barstool facing the breakfast bar, Hoseok stood on the other side of it, both of them in the middle of eating when you finally show yourself.

Your eyes zero in on Jungkook and you frown, hes sitting shirtless, half of his back and side facing you, letting you see the swirls of black ink that cover the majority of his body. Your eyes follow the dragon that starts on his shoulder, tracing the head all the way down as its body curves and twists until the tail peaks away under the hem of his sweats, but you can’t drool over him, no matter how delicious he looked so you opt for being a brat.

“Don’t you have a home?”

Hoseok chokes on his laughter, seeing Jungkooks cheeks redden as he stares back at his plate. Did you not remember planting one on him last night? You were very drunk but c’mon, could the universe throw him a bone for once.

“Here, your stacks are over there, chocolate chips and all.” Hoseok flicks behind him, your gaze following and seeing the plate of pancakes with your name written all over it. The smile you have contrasts deeply with the look you had just given Jungkook, you were a sucker for chocolate chip pancakes.

You walk into the kitchen space and fix yourself up a plate, scooping out some of the leftover eggs in the pan and choosing to stand next to Hobi instead of sitting beside Jungkook. You’re both crammed on the small counter space beside the sink, the two of you had never gotten around to buying a dining table and always suffered the consequences so you always managed. 

You lift up the plate to your nose and inhale, sighing in appreciation, “Hoseok, Iseul is one lucky lady. Why hasn’t she put a ring on it yet?” You tease, setting the plate down and grabbing the syrup bottle to drown your pancakes in the sticky goodness.

Jungkook is blatantly staring at your plate in disgust, his eyes looking between his plate and your own, your pancakes covered in the thick syrup, the excess dripping off and pooling into your eggs.

“Jesus what.” You snap, setting the bottle down rather aggressively, sending him daggers as his face scrunches up at your food.

“Thats fucking disgusting.”

“You like your pancakes bone dry, I don’t fucking judge you so don’t judge me. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re choking on your dry ass food.”

Hoseok just stands there as he eats his eggs, a stupid smirk on his face as you banter like children. It’s always entertaining for him, he wishes he could record every interaction because you and Jungkook were the same person, the same sick sense of humor and quick drags made for some interesting comebacks.

He can see Jungkook getting increasingly flustered as you both continue shooting insults at each other about breakfast food, the dreaded oat milk fiasco being brought up and when you point your fork at Jungkook threateningly thats when Hoseok steps in as referee. “Alright, alright children enough!”

He raises his arms up, silencing you both and forcing you to drop your makeshift weapon, “Jungkook, you know the oat milk scandal is a sensitive subject so minus 10 points for bringing it up.” Jungkook glares when you poke your tongue out at him, “And Y/N, Jungkooks right, you drowning your shit in syrup is disgusting so minus 15 points for that.” And now Jungkook is grinning at you mockingly, enjoying the shock on your face as you look at Hoseok, calling him a traitor and picking up your plate to go eat in your room since no one fucking appreciates me in this stupid house!

When your door slams shut Jungkook chuckles, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he shakes his head and resumes eating his breakfast. Hoseok holds his coffee cup next to his lip as he stares at his friend, “You two fight like a married couple.”

Jungkook’s reaction is immediate, scoffing and rolling his eyes, “She’s just annoying.”

Hoseok hums, nodding along like he believes Jungkook, “Ah, so are we both still pretending you don’t have it bad for her?”

That gets a real reaction from the younger boy, his eyes darting to the wall that you share with the kitchen before glaring back at his friend, “Dude!” He whines, his shoulders sagging, “Do you want her to hear you?” Hoseok just cackles, grabbing his dishes and placing them in the sink to start washing them. Jungkook just continues grumbling to himself, his fork clanking against the plate as he stabs his pancakes aggressively.

“Give yourself some credit Kook, she doesn’t hate you like you think she does.” Jungkook found that hard to believe, your morning greeting of accusing him of being homeless due to him always being at your place showed him how you really felt, but last night was the first time he had felt like maybe deep down you thought he was cute enough to kiss.

“Last night,” he starts off, setting his fork down, “she came home at like 4am totally wasted, I don’t even know how she managed to climb the stairs up to the front door. I carried her to bed and she uh, she kissed me.” He whispers the last part, his eyes glancing at the shared wall again, praying you were listening to music and not hearing this conversation.

Hoseok shuts off the faucet, whipping around with wide eyes, “Huh? Like coherently kissed you with tongue down your throat or like drunk peck kissed you?”

“The second one.”

The expression on Hoseoks face doesn’t comfort Jungkook, he’s pouting in sympathy, “I mean, she kisses Iseul with tongue and everything-”

“Okay but-wait what?” Jungkook stops himself from interrupting further, his interested piqued in hearing about you and Hoseok’s girlfriend making out. It was a regular occurrence, if you both got drunk enough the compliments began and before Hoseok knew it you and his girlfriend were swapping spit and then acting like nothing happened as you entered the dance floor.

His friend rolls his eyes at the look Jungkook throws at him, “Yeah, I think Iseul loves her more than me.”

“Okay well tell her to get in fucking line.” Jungkook jokes, “But no, she kissed me last night and considering she doesn’t like me within her bubble it has to mean something right?”

Hoseok pats his hands dry as he approaches the breakfast bar again, Jungkook looks unsure, his teeth nibbling on his lip piercing as he stares at him. The conversation had switched over drastically from Jungkook pretending he wouldn’t lay his body across a puddle of water for you to cross, now he looked like a nervous teenager that didn’t want to get rejected by his crush.

“I don’t know dude, you’re gonna have to say something to find out.”

Hoseok knew more than he would ever tell Jungkook, you had openly confessed to wanting to climb him like a tree only if he wore a muzzle a few months back so Hoseok knew Jungkook had a chance at least. The only issue was he wasn’t sure just sleeping with you would be enough for his friend, the crush he had been harboring was too strong for a one night stand and he wasn’t convinced you’d want the same so Hoseok kept his mouth shut, letting you two figure it out.

He tried his best to make it so you two would be around each other, always inviting Jungkook over or inviting you out with them but Jungkook never did himself any favors, he needed you guys to hang out in a different environment that didn’t require loud music and other girls so when his girlfriend suggests taking a weekend trip to her family’s lake cabin he doesn’t think twice before inviting you to join.

The weather lately had been miserable, the highs skyrocketing into the 100s so you didn’t hesitate to say yes, on the condition that you could bring your best friend with you just in case the rest of Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

When the day comes you and your friend have to leave a few hours after the rest of the group does, having to wait for Rina to get off her short morning shift before you embark on the 2 hour drive. So walking into the cabin you’re met with some unfamiliar faces staring back at you from their place on the couch. You give a wave, spotting Iseul on a lounger, she smiles widely and hops up, bounding over to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“Yay, you made it!” She pulls back and greets Rina, standing beside you both and gesturing to the full room. “Guys this is Y/N and Rina.” They all wave back as she starts to introduce them in order, Jimin had red hair and a nose ring, Yoongi had grey hair and a rose tattoo on his hand, The last one to be introduced is Taehyung, brown hair and a wide smile, giving you and your friend a wave. Jungkook and Hoseok give you a wave as well, no introductions needed for them.

Due to your late arrival all the rooms have already been decided on, Jimin and Yoongi lucking out with securing the master suite but you and Rina had no complaints, grateful to have even been invited.

Now that introductions were out of the way and everyone was here Hoseok announces that hes gonna start up the grill outside to make some food. Everyone gets up to start assisting but you and Rina head back out to haul your bags in along with the alcohol and groceries you bought.

The weather is humid and gross, your skin tacky with sweat so you’re wearing the least amount of clothing you can. Already in a stringy gray bikini, a loose cut up tank top and the shortest shorts Jungkook has ever seen on you. Your tattoos on full display, the florals that cover your entire left arm, reaching your shoulder, he follows them up and over his eyes glued to the bold lines on your back that peek out when your shirt moves.

When you bend over to set down the box of drinks he stares at your ass, trailing down the soft skin of your thighs that were bare compared to the rest of your body. Tae elbows him harshly, “So thats Y/N I’m assuming?”

Jungkook grunts in response, swallowing when he sees you pull your hair up, exposing your neck and that tattoo he desperately wants to mark up, “You ever gonna make a move?”

“I don’t have the balls.”

Tae hums, “Great, well I do so see ya.” He slaps his arm and Jungkook thinks hes joking until Taehyung actually makes his way over to you, offering to help carry your bag to your room upstairs. The grateful smile you give him makes Jungkooks face twitch, you only ever smiled at him like that when you were wasted

Taehyung wasn’t actually going to hit on you, he wasn’t a cruel friend. He was just going to flirt harmlessly, give Jungkook a reason to fucking make a move. Rina is all giggles as she watches you follow Tae up the stairs, pointing towards the room you had been assigned.

As he walks in front of you, making friendly conversation you take the time to stare at him. It seems all of Jung Hoseoks friends were fucking god sent, Tae’s fluffy brown hair and kind eyes were easy to warm up to, his style more toned down than Jungkooks, only a few minimal tattoos scattered on his arms.

He sets your bag down on the bed and turns to you with his hands on his hips, “Thank you.” You mutter out, walking over to the window and shutting the blinds slightly to stop the sun from beating into the room and warming it up further.

“Yeah no problem, have you ever been here before?” He asks, making himself comfy on your bed.

“No, never. Super glad to finally have a friend who can say they have a lake house though.”

He agrees whole heartedly, the both of you making your way back out of the room and into the dining room to try to see what you could help out with.

It only takes less than a hour for everyone to gather around the table, munching on their hamburgers and hotdogs as you listen to Hoseok, Yoongi and Iseul talking about the summers they used to spend here during high school, all of them having grown up together.

“You two went to high school together also right?” Iseul speaks up when the laughter dies down, her fingers pointing between you and Jungkook. She smirks to herself when she sees the look on Jungkook’s face, swatting Hoseoks hand away from her side as he tries to pinch her for putting the two of you on the spot, he knows what shes up to.

“Oh, yeah we did.” You sigh, shaking your head as you think back to high school and all the cringeworthy things that happened. “Had a lot of mutual friends but uh, we didn’t have lake house summer hangouts like you guys did. The closest we got was backyard house shows during the summer that reeked of B.O.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, nodding along as he remembers the shows your group would end up at. The group you had was a pretty huge on, all of the kids in your grade that liked the same music tended to bunch together and do things as a herd so even though you technically went to shows together it wasn’t one on one.

“Wait, do you remember that show the summer after high school where I dove off the stage–“

“Your dumbass always did that.”

He waves you off, determined to tell the story he sort of remembered, “I know, but this time all I remember was jumping off and then waking up with everyone huddled around me trying to call an ambulance.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the exact day he was talking about, it was a typical backyard show with too many underaged kids getting drunk off beer. Everything was set up like it normally was, a makeshift stage and amps against the brick wall with a small crowd huddled around it. The only difference was this house had a pool, an empty one, and although everyone had been cautioned to stay away, once people got hammered nothing mattered.

The crowd surrounding the stage was teetering close to the edge of the pool so you and your friend at the time chose to watch from the sidelines, and thats when a very drunk 17 year old Jungkook hopped onto the stage, wobbling onto the top of the drum kit and catapulting himself into the crowd. They had managed to catch him and started crowd surfing him back, right into the empty pool. Jungkook had been tossed into the deep end, head first and you had seen it all happen.

“There was so much fucking blood.” You shiver as you recall the group of you running into the pool to make sure he was alive. He had managed to bust his head open and as you saw him with blood dripping down his head you realized then that you really didn’t dislike him as much as you claimed you did because you really didn’t want him to die.

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs loudly, morbidly recalling how his friends had told him to go to the hospital in fear that he had a concussion or needed stitches and even though he said he was fine he was lowkey scared to sleep that night and not wake up the morning after.

Everyone laughs along, enjoying the way Jungkook turns a traumatic story into casual conversation. When Jimin asks what he did after he gained consciousness Jungkook just smirks as he drinks the last of his beer before shrugging, “I drank some more and got back into the crowd.”

You just cover your face in second hand embarrassment at the memory, a few laughs slipping out because yeah it had been slightly traumatic but also kinda funny.

“Have you changed much since high school?” You lift your head and see Taehyung had addressed his question to you and Jungkook chuckles under his breath, remembering your quiet demeanor.

It wasn’t until college that you came out of your shell, gaining confidence and experimenting with your fashion and hair colors, the tattoos covering your body increasing quickly. But Jungkook could say your personality has stayed the same, sure you were no longer timid, quick to bite back now but the personality he had found himself latching onto had stayed the same. Even when you two distanced yourselves he always thought of you, he liked to think it was fate that had you and him both knowing Hoseok.

“Definitely, for the better though.” Jungkook eyes his friend like a hawk, the small smirk on his face as he stares at you from across the table, making eye contact for a second before looking back at you. Jungkook sees the way you lean on the table, your cheeks tinting when you see the way he stares at you.

“I’d love to see photos, ya know, to compare.” The laugh you let out has Jungkook sulking. Taehyung was charming, all the girls flocking to him and usually Jungkook was the same but he turned into a jackass around you.

Hoseok sees his sulking friend and claps his hands to get everyones attention, “Alright I’m sure we’re all still sober enough to not fucking drown, lets go swim. I’m melting.”

Rina heads to the room to change since she was still in her work uniform so you wait for her on the back deck, resting on the porch rail and watching as they haul over fold out chairs and floaties to the water.

If you thought Hoseoks friends were hot fully clothed seeing them all taking their shirts off left you speechless, you stand with a wine cooler in your hand as one by one they start undressing. The only ones missing were Tae and Jungkook, both of them having been put on clean up duty.

“I wish this was a brazzers video and I was getting railed by all of them.” Your friend sighs as she pops up beside you and you just nod along, the two of you wiggling your eyebrows at each other.

“You coming?” Taehyung speaks up behind you, smiling to himself from having heard your friends statement and you two jump, your friend scattering away and saving herself from further embarrassment, she had her eyes set on Yoongi so thats who she was currently warming up to.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, taking in his shirtless body, his toned chest out in the sun like the golden god he was and then out comes Jungkook, his long black hair pushed off his face, fully shirtless in black swim trunks. As he stands next to Taehyung your mouth waters at the sight of both of them, Taehyung’s shoulders were wider than Jungkooks but the black and grey art work spanned across both of his arms and chest, leading to his back is definitely your type.

He catches you staring and smiles to himself, making a show of stretching his arm out to wrap around Taehyungs shoulders, shaking up his body, “Race you in?”

When he looks at you too you gulp down the last bit of your drink, setting down the bottle and slipping out of your clothes, not giving them a second glance as you scream out “Go!” and take off.

The dirt you run on slightly burns your feet and when you hear Jungkook and Taehyung catching up you scream, urging your legs to pick up the pace.

“Loser has to skinny dip!” Taehyung adds on to the rules, enjoying the annoyed look Jungkook sends his way, he knew what Taehyung was doing so he lurches forward until he’s right behind you.

You scream again when large tattooed arms wrap around you and haul you up and over their shoulder in a flash. You register that it’s Jungkook when you peak up and see Taehyung struggling to keep up, how Jungkook was able to carry you while also beating him had him baffled.

Jungkook would be damned if you had to strip in front of his friend so he feels no remorse, a smile stretching across his face when he hears you laughing, his hands are wrapped around your thighs just below your butt and he’s tempted to smack it but the cold water of the lake splashing onto his legs snaps him out of it.

“Fuck!” You screech as Jungkook enters the lake, the freezing water shocking you and he laughs again, sliding you off his shoulder to stand up on the lake bed.

“I didn’t expect it to be that cold.” He shivers next to you, dunking his head into the water before popping back up, his labret piercing glimmering in the sun.

Taehyung makes a show of splashing his way in, the water spraying everywhere and it has you shielding your face with a laugh, “Fucking cheater, is this your plan to see me naked Jungkookie?”

Jungkook smacks the water, the droplets spraying across Taehyungs face but he embraces it, laying back to float on the water with a smile, “No one said anything about getting naked until you spoke up, just say you wanna show off your monster cock and go.” He jokes, hearing Taehyung explode into laughter, choking slightly on the water as his head slips under from laughing.

You roll your eyes at the topic of dicks, “I don’t have a monster cock, unless you’re into that.” Taehyung teases you, trying to get further under Jungkook’s skin

“I could be.” You play along, it was now Jungkooks turn to roll his eyes, sinking further into the water until only his eyes were visible, could he drown himself here? He’s pretty sure you wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t come back up for air considering your eyes were glued to his friend. Jungkook was going to fucking strangle Hoseok for inviting him.

His eyes drift over to the right, seeing Hoseok, Iseul, Yoongi & Rina taking turns jumping off of it while Jimin floats on a flamingo floatie a few feet away. He starts to paddle his way over, not hearing any protest from you or his friend just reassures him that he made the right choice.

When Taehyung deems Jungkook is far enough he calls you closer, “Wanna know a secret?” That piques your interest, inching towards him with a curious face, “What if I told you I know someone who has a massive heart on for you.”

“Heart on?”

He laughs again, raking his hair off his face and nodding at you, “Yeah heart on, like a boner but for your heart.”

Note to self, yes all of Jung Hoseoks friends were just as immature as Jungkook was.

“I would tell you that I hope the person you say isn’t secretly married with kids.”

He floats onto his back again, his arms lazily paddling him to circle around you, “Oh no, our Jungkookie is definitely single.” He brings one hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to have slipped up.

“So what you’re saying is you don’t wanna fuck me?”

Your response is not one he expects but the way he bursts into laughter makes you smile, you had caught on to Taehyung’s antics, noting how he was friendly when you two were alone and only amped his flirting when Jungkook was present. You weren’t sure why he was using you to irritate Jungkook but if what he said was true it surprised you.

His loud laugh draws everyones attention and he rights himself up as to not choke on water again, “Like a brazzers video was it?” He teases, “He told me about your little smooch a few weeks ago.”

“Im sorry our little what?”

He wipes the water off his face, “Yeah, you came home drunk as fuck and he took you to bed and your predator ass planted one on him, with no consent. Shame on you.”

You splash water onto him, Jungkook sees it from his spot on the pier, a scowl on his face at seeing you acting playful with his friend, blissfully unaware that he was the topic of your discussion.

“Can you please grow a pair and tell her you love her.” Iseul moans out when she sees the look on the youngests face.

“Wait what?” Your friend asks and Jungkook turns around to give Iseul and Hoseok an exasperated look, “Seriously?”

Iseul just shrugs from her spot sat on the wood, not giving a damn about outing his crush in front of your friend and Hoseok just smiles, his foot planting on the center of Iseuls back and giving her a shove until she screams as she gets pushed into the water, beer bottle and all. He gives Jungkook a highfive until Iseul pops back up, her eyes full of rage as she holds up her ruined drink, “Jung Hoseok what the fuck!”

“Sorry babe, you kinda deserved it.”

Rina nudges Jungkook with her knee, her face making it very clear that Jungkook needs to fess up before she very loudly called you over. He sighs and hauls himself up until he’s standing and even though he’s towering over her Rinas face doesn’t soften, “Stop staring at me like that.” He grunts, “I just have a crush on her, its not like I confessed to something despicable.”

She crosses her hands over her chest as she stares at you and Taehyung still talking in the water and she can tell you’re not into him, you were both playful but she knew you very well, your flirting tactics not coming out to play with Taehyung but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice this. She also knew that you’d secretly bend over for Jungkook if he ever asked but he didn’t have to know that right now, “Well you better say something cause it looks like your buddys making more progress in one day than you have the entire time you’ve known her.”

He groans in annoyance again, flicking water droplets at her face and deciding he was over this conversation, walking back to the cabin, not caring that he was dripping water everywhere.

You see him stalking away looking pissed off and Taehyung smirks, after coming to terms with the fact that you had in fact kissed Jeon Jungkook it only took a few more minutes of talking for you to also start confessing to not exactly being opposed to sleeping with him as well. Taehyung nudges your shoulder, “I swear to god if you don’t follow him I will be offended. No ones telling you to bang him, just talk because he swears you hate him.”

When you turn to glare at him he spits water at you until you’re relenting, “Fine, but if this is some sick prank I’ll shove my foot up your ass.”

“Ooh kinky.” He winks at you, laughing and beginning to paddle away when you turn and start wading out of the water. The sun beats on your back as you step out of the cold water, and you’re tempted to just go back and act like your conversation with Taehyung never happened but you’re curious now.

When you reach the back porch you hose yourself down, getting rid of any of the mud you trudged over before patting yourself dry with the towel you laid over the porch railing.

From the pier Iseul is pulling herself back up, announcing that she was about to go inside but Hoseok grabs her, all of them noticing you following Jungkook, “Fuck no, Y/N and Jungkook are the only ones in the house.”

She lets Hoseok keep his arms wrapped around her and smiles, crediting herself for being the one to push you two together and Hoseok groans, attempting to push her back into the water but she latches onto him, making them both tumble in with a splash.

You shut out their screams when you step into the house and close the sliding door, entering the kitchen and spotting Jungkook stood against the island, one of your wine coolers held against his lips. When he sees you staring at it he pulls it away quickly, “Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked before grabbing one.” The last thing he needed was another oat milk fiasco.

You just shrug as you approach the island, resting your body against the granite across from him, “Nah, help yourself. Whats got your panties in a bunch?”

He sets the bottle down softly as he watches you, your hands clasped together, stretched out in front of you as you bent over the counter innocently. His teeth tug at the bar in the center of his lip, his inky strands covering his eyes but you can see his gaze peeking through, “Did I ever do anything to you for you to dislike me this much?”

You straighten up at his question, a frown tugging at your lips, you didn’t dislike him, you found him immature and he liked to push your buttons on purpose but you knew he was harmless. Obviously Jungkook didn’t know this considering Taehyung had just told you he thinks you hate him. “What, Jungkook I don’t dislike you?”

He scoffs, taking a swig of his drink with his brows raised, not believing you in the slightest, “Then why are you so mean to me when ever I’m around you.”

“Because you’re mean to me! You always say shit to get under my skin.”

Jungkook laughs at that, pushing his hair back and tossing the empty bottle into the paper bag set up on the counter, “Yeah because you’re easy to annoy.”

Your arms stretch out at his statement, “And so are you, you don’t see me moping like a baby. Besides I didn’t do anything to you out there so don’t try to pin your bad attitude on me today.”

He opens the fridge again, pulling out a water bottle instead before turning back around and staring at you, “Really, you didn’t do anything?”

You glare right back at him, walking around to meet him and snatch the water bottle out of his hands, call it even for him taking one of your wine coolers. “Please enlighten me on how I managed to ruin your day by not saying a word to you.”

Between you two running into the lake until he paddled away the only exchange you had was a curse word & Jungkook acknowledging the freezing water, where could you have possibly pissed him off.

He chooses on foregoing grabbing another water, his hands crossing over his chest, the muscles bulging out at the action but you force yourself to look away, “You objectifying my friend and talking about his monster cock isn’t you doing anything?”

You freeze from drinking the water, your cheeks ballooning out as you keep it in your mouth because what the fuck. Objectifying? You swallow the liquid, full on laughing now, theres no way he’s being serious. “You were the one that brought up his dick, are you dense?”

Okay, you had him there but he wasn’t going to admit defeat that easy, “Sure and you kept it going.”

You laugh louder at that, twisting the cap back onto the water bottle and tossing it at his chest lightly, smirking when you see him scramble to catch it, “The amount of times I’ve had to hear unwarranted stories about your dick in or around someone is fine but me joking with Taehyung is crossing a line?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, his mind repeating what everyone has been telling him all day. Tell her you jackass. “Yes because it fucking sucks hearing that shit from you.” He bites his tongue, stopping himself from blurting out the most important part, but his statement is enough to get you to believe what Taehyung had said earlier. Did Jungkook actually have a heart on for you?

“Why, are you jealous?”

“Yes.” He admits almost immediately, his response catching you both off guard, but the smirk on your face only gets bigger. Jungkook is wary of your reaction, not exactly fond of the way you look like you just caught your prey. When you reach out, your fingers gently touching his shoulders his wariness only deepens.

“Why would you be jealous about me wanting to fuck your friend?” Jungkook says nothing, your fingers continuing to trail up and down his shoulders softly and he likes the feeling of you touching him, wanting to lean into your touch but he’s not sure if you’re fucking with him or not. “Who knew all it would take was one kiss for Jeon Jungkook to get possessive.”

He blanches at your sentence, “Wait you remember?”

“Of course I do,” you lie, not wanting to tell him that Taehyung had been the one to remind you. You wanted to see how far you could push him until he admitted to something. The typical Jungkook you were used to was the one who went to bars and clubs and managed to score a handful of girls numbers before taking one home, the countless stories you’ve heard being proof of that. The Jungkook stood in front of you did not live up to the reputation you had seen.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I mean you were wasted so I just didn’t think you’d remember...” he trails off, unconsciously stepping back until hes pressed against the fridge.

“You wanna refresh my memory?” You’re half teasing him, half serious, enjoying seeing Jungkook looking like he’s about to explode.

He doesn’t get a chance to respond, the sound of the sliding door making you take a big step back before looking over. Jimin had his head peeking through the opening, a small grimace on his face as he realizes he interrupted something, “Sorry, we’re gonna go tubing if you guys wanna join.”

Jungkook hopes you say no because he can’t find the balls to speak up but you nod instead, turning to face Jungkook again, “Maybe later then.” Is all you say before turning around and following Jimin back out to the lake.

He watches you leave, bending over the island and groaning into the granite, where had that come from and why was he kinda into the way you spoke to him? Jungkook stands back up, taking a gulp of his water and following after you and Jimin.

Even when you’re all gathered on the boat, Rina being dragged in a giant circle tube beside Yoongi the both of them screaming, he can’t get your conversation out of him mind. His eyes focused in on seeing you laughing hysterically as you record your friend, a smile spreading across his face because your laugh is contagious.

When you hop onto the tube next, dragging Taehyung with you to further egg Jungkook on, Jimin slides over beside Jungkook and sighs, “Sorry about barging in earlier.” Jungkook just shakes his head, telling him not to worry about it, he didn’t mind it. Your words had spurred him on and all he wanted to do now was rip off that lifejacket you wore and take you in front of his friends but he knew no one would appreciate it.

Later in the night everyone gathers inside and does their own thing, a few people playing board games while you retreat into your room, feeling sluggish from the water and sun so you sleep through the dinner everyone eats.

When you finally emerge from the room, your hair damp from your shower you find the living room dimly lit and empty, the clock above the stove letting you know it was 9 at night. There was two plates left out on the counter, wrapped in foil and you knew it was meant for you. As you near it you see the scrap of paper next to it, Iseul’s handwriting standing out.

Left on a hike to go stargazing, text us when its clear to come back.

You frown at the message, what did she mean by that?

Regardless you peel back the foil and smile at the food she had left for you, popping it into the microwave and picking yourself up to hop onto the counter as you wait.

When you slip your phone out and start to scroll through your socials the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs scares you, your eyes flicking up and seeing Jungkook trudging down, a baggy crew neck on him and his face looking flushed from the sun hitting it.

“You didn’t go on the hike?” You ask as he approaches you slowly, his face looks sleepy and you can tell he also took a nap from the way his eyes blink at you lazily.

“Hike?” He rasps out, his hand ruffling up his already messy hair, a small frown on his face from the foggy feeling he still had from just waking up.

“Yeah,” you hum, pulling out your plate and starting to eat it on the counter, “they left on a hike or something. Theres a plate there if you haven’t already eaten.”

He looks at where you’re pointing and he smiles when he sees it, his eyes also spotting the note left and skimming it. His friends were such instigators.

He lingers behind you, torn between eating or doing something to you. You’re hunched over the counter, your legs rocking you against it as you happily much on some of the roasted potatoes. His eyes lingered on your legs, your skin still exposed in a loose pair of cotton shorts, a baggy tshirt hanging off your shoulder and letting him see the tattoo of a bee hovering over a sunflower.

You can feel him stood behind you and you freeze, looking over your shoulder at him with your brows raised, “Why are you standing like that?”

He shakes his head, relaxing the stiff way he stood and leaning against the counter instead, flicking his hair out of his face as you keep staring at him. “Just thinking about what you said earlier.”

You pop a piece of chicken in your mouth as you hum, “What did I say?” pretending to act confused, a smirk curling up on your lip when you see the deadpan look he give you as he pushes off the counter.

The nervous Jungkook from earlier is gone, the shock from you egging him on earlier had passed and it just solidified that he wanted to have you. “About me refreshing your memory of our little rendezvous.”

You laugh at his term, setting your fork down to fully turn to him, “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

He smirks at you, now standing a foot away from you, your back pressed against the counter as you craned your head up to stare at him, “Among other things.”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his hand reaching out to cup under your chin gently, “I’d like to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you’re crying. If you’re into that.” He smiles at the small gasp you let out, your eyes gleaming with desire at his words. You had thought you had the one up on him earlier but his change was a welcomed one, you wanted to experience the Jungkook you had heard about, rough and cocky.

You rest back onto your elbows as you stare at him, letting his thumb rub under your lip, “Oh really? Are you all talk?”

Jungkook scoffs, dropping his hands to cage you between him and the counter, his head dropping down a bit until your noses nudged together. “No, I always deliver.”

You don’t get a chance to respond, his head tilting slightly until your lips are together, the cold bar of his piercing pressing against you. Jungkook feels you relax into the kiss, glad that you weren’t pushing him away like he always swore you would. When he tests the water, gently licking his way into your mouth you groan, your hands coming up to clutch onto his sweater to tug him closer until his leg is between yours.

Kissing Jungkook felt natural, maybe it was the pent of sexual frustration you two had apparently had with one another but you just wanted to get to it. You drop one hand to trail down his thigh, palming his growing erection through his sweats.

He groans, pulling back from the kiss to rest his forehead against your, his soft breaths hitting your face as you continue to stroke him. “Feel that?” He hums softly, “Just wanna fuck you.”

You laugh gently, kissing his neck and feeling him roll his hips into your grasp, “How are you supposed to make me cry when you’re this needy?” Your teeth nip his skin, his hips stuttering when you do.

Jungkook just chuckles, the sound continuing when he trails his own hand down until hes dipping into waistband of your shorts, his fingers coming into contact with the wet spot on your underwear, “Keep it up.” He warns, “I’ll remember that in a bit.”

Your hands tighten their hold on him when he pushes your underwear aside to touch you directly, his fingers teasing your skin softly until he’s rolling your clit in a tantalizing manner. When you drop your head back and glare at him he just smiles, “Who’s needy now?”

“Still not crying.” You bite back.

Jungkook looks at you with his brows raised, new set determination on his face as he nods, stepping back from you and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your legs in a flash.

The cool air inside hits your wet folds and you gasp, kicking your discarded clothing aside on the floor and letting him drop to his knees in front of you. His long hair falls in front of his eyes, his hands grasping the top of your thighs to slide your legs apart with a grin.

He can see you wanting to speak up so he beats you to the punch, his nose nudging into your clit as he teasingly dips his tongue in between your folds to lick a broad stripe up. You let out a shuddered laugh, your hands reaching down to tangle in his head when he spreads you open with his fingers and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

Your eyes shut, your head falling back at a particular hard suck he gives your clit, his tongue going back to circle around your entrance to lap up your wetness. He groans at the taste of you, your hands tugging at his hair when he falls into a rhythm that has you quivering.

He slips two fingers into you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him making him moan in anticipation of how you would feel around his cock.

Just like Jungkook is in every aspect of his life, he’s shameless in the way he pleasures you, the sounds of him slurping against you in combination with his fingers thrusting into you has you hurdling towards the edge faster than you’d like to admit.

You rest your weight on your elbow behind you, feeling your legs start to tremble and Jungkook notices, his arm wrapping around your thigh to help stabilize you. He can’t even get himself to gloat at having you fall apart this quickly, instead he enjoys you rolling your hips into his face, tugging his hair hard, your inner walls spasming as you reach your climax.

“Oh fuck.” You moan out, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body is lit up, Jungkooks tongue continuing to flick your clit as you cum, his fingers slowing down slightly as you come down.

He can hear you breathing harshly, your fingers gently raking through his hair while he gives your pussy one last kiss before hes standing back up. His mouth and chin are covered in your arousal, his hand tugs up his shirt to wipe at his face, peeling it off his body and tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“You’re not crying but its a start.” He mumbles out, his eyes trailing over your face as you stare at him fucked out. His talk was true, the small tidbits you’ve heard of him being able to make girls cum in record time hadn’t been a lie to boost his ego.

You look between you both, seeing his cock tenting in his sweats and you smile as you reach your hand into them, wrapping around his heavy length. He sees how your eyes widen at his size, you can tell he’s big and you haven’t even properly seen it yet.

When you tug them off you marvel at his size, big dicks would forever be your weakness and of course he’d have one. “I really wanna suck your dick,” you start, a small smile creeping up on your face as you give his cock a small pump, “but I’m not trying to barf my dinner up on the floor. Can’t have two girls puking over your dick in your lifetime right?” You knew his dick would make you choke and if you hadn’t just eaten you wouldn’t care, but barfing was definitely not a kink of yours.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips, “You’re the worst.” He shuts his eyes as you both start to chuckle. Jungkook doesn’t care, he was trying to make you cry, he didn’t need to have his dick sucked to do that.

“Its not just my height thats Titan size huh.” He jokes, laughing harder when you release his dick and groan, your faux annoyance being shown when you let him slide your shirt off of you, his hands coming up to cup your exposed breasts.

“No, I am not calling your dick Titan sized.”

“Oh no?” He asks, stepping closer until his length is pressed between your folds, a slow thrust starting that has you groaning, “This Titan dick can make you feel real good though.” He can barely utter out the sentence until he’s laughing again, burying his head into your neck at how stupid he sounded.

“You’re insufferable, I swear if you have an attack on titan fantasy I am walking away.” He lets out a playful whine, his mouth latching onto that tattoo he always wanted to kiss, his tongue softly licking at the skin as he sucks it, pulling back and humming when he sees the purple splotch in between the petals of the peony.

“I’m not that big of a weeb, can still make you feel good tho.” He mutters giving your lips another kiss, feeling you smile against him, your hands pushing him back by the chest.

You turn around, bending over the counter and shaking your hips slightly, “Show me.”

He bites his lip, his eyes staring at the slick coating your pussy, trailing down your thighs and he feels his dick twitch, not needing to be told twice. Jungkook presses his length against you, rutting between your folds, the both of you sighing as he coats his dick in your wetness.

“Remember, I wanna see you crying.” Is all he says before he’s pushing into you, the tip of him slipping in and he marvels at the way you spread around his girth as he thrusts further into you, a small moan leaving you when he bottoms out.

You wanna tell him that you won’t be crying tonight but the way he fills you up has you seeing stars, his dick nudging all the right spots inside of you so all you can do is tighten your walls around him and gasp for him to move.

Jungkook grasps your hips, his thumb tracing the outline of your back tattoo as he pulls back and starts a slow pace, determined to find the rhythm that has you falling apart.

When your hands grip the counter in front of you, helplessly trying to find purchase, your fingers knock into your dinner plate and swipe it into the sink beside you but you don’t register the noise and Jungkook grins when he hears the loud moan coming from you when he dick hits the back wall of your cervix.

You’re still sensitive from your last orgasm, so the feel of his thick cock stretching you open has you keening, your hips rutting back to meet his thrusts that have grown in speed, “Who’s needy now huh?” He grunts out, loving the sound of your skin slapping together, “Trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe you should do all the work then.”

When his hips still you whimper, twisting your head around to see him giving you an evil smirk, “Go on.” He urges, guiding your hips with his hands to get your started.

A heavy sigh fills the air as your hands press firmly onto the counter to ground yourself as you start to rock back onto him, a slow start until your need to cum again takes over and you speed up your movements.

“Good girl.” He praises, his hand reaching forward to push your hair over your shoulder, his hand trailing down your spine until it reaches your ass, his hand palming your flesh as he groans when he locks into the view of his dick, seeing the way you’re creaming on it.

The sweetest moans reach his ears, he can feel the way your velvety walls tighten around him further, “Fuck Jungkook.” You moan out, you can feel the sweat building up on your skin from exertion and he takes sympathy on you, knowing you want to cum again.

He leans over a presses a kiss against your shoulder before he takes over again, resuming the brutal pace he was pounding you with earlier and you sigh in relief, fully slumping forward and letting him have his way with you.

“You feel so good Jungkookie.” You breathe out and he smiles as he lets his hand slip around to your front, his fingers finding your clit again and the contact has you moaning again. His rough hands helping you reach your peek again, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan on it, loving the way you’re clamping down on him and mumbling nonsense into the cool granite, “Don’t worry, I got you.”

With a few more thrusts you’re falling apart, pressing your forehead against the counter and moaning his name out louder than you thought was possible. Your friends made a good call vacating the house because there was no way you’d be able to keep quiet.

“Thats it.” He coos, pulling his hand away from your clit without slowing down his pace. Your legs felt like jello, glad you had a place to rest on while he continued to jackhammer into you. The first signs of overstimulation started to prick into you, small whines leaving your lips and Jungkook takes notice.

He pulls out of you slowly, his hands grasping your hips to turn you around. Your body is pliable in his hands, letting him move you and haul you up onto the counter, your feet dangling off the edge and a hazy smile on your face.

He presses another kiss against you, letting your tongues tangle together as he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, coming back down to hook under your thighs as he slides back into you.

The way you groan into his mouth makes his cock throb, your soaking entrance letting him glide right into you, “Hurts.” You whine out softly when he starts to thrust, not sure if you’d be able to handle another orgasm but Jungkook shushes you softly with another kiss.

“You can do one more for me right baby?” He asks, sucking on your lower lip as he rocks into you slowly. His eyes are half lidded and you can feel how hard he is in you, your body still trembling slightly from your last orgasm but you nod anyways, letting him kiss his way down your face until he reaches your neck again, soft praises leaving his lips.

Your fingers tangle into his hair again as you slump against him, letting him hold you up. You trail along his tattoos, tracing the giant death moth spanned across his collarbone, the tip of the wing reaching the bottom of his neck.

He’s grunting softly against you, getting lost in the feeling of you, the added touches and kisses you plant on his skin igniting the fire inside him. His arms scoop you closer, his hands spreading against your lower back as he speeds up his thrusts, your legs still wrapped around his arms.

The way his dick curves inside you has you moaning again, the pleasure creeping back up and your head falls back as you feel the pressure building again. You’re not sure you could handle coming again but Jungkook seems determined to get you there, rolling into you, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing your clit is too much. Your hands cling onto his back, your fingers digging into the flames and dragon that occupied the space.

“Fuck I can feel you squeezing me.” He gasps out, “You can cum again sweetheart its okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, hearing him grunting into your ear, his voice dropping into a gravel as he nears his edge as well. You’re clinging onto him for your life, gasping loudly when you reach your third orgasm of the night, the force of it making your mind go blank.

You don’t tune into to the small shriek of his name, the growl he lets out when you tighten around him tighter than before, his hips rearing into yours in a sloppier way until he’s cumming, hips surging forward to bury himself deeper into you as his cock twitches.

You come back when he moans your name out, the feeling of his cum filling you up making you mewl against him. He thrusts shallowly a few more times before pulling out with a sigh, letting your legs fall limp over the edge.

His cum drips out of you, slipping through your folds and down your ass until it pools onto the counter beneath you and he smirks, his eyes coming up to look at you and his expression gets bigger when he sees the tear streaks on your cheeks. His hand cups them, his thumb sliding across your face and wiping them with a laugh, “I told you I’d make you cry.”

You don’t have it in you to be the usual brat you are with him, not after cumming this hard three times in a row so you just pout at him and lean forward to kiss him again, this time being more gentle and slow paced than the last.

“How was that?” He mumbles against your lips, letting you pull him in to you, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist as you nuzzle into his chest.

Jungkook feels you laughing against his skin, “How was that?” You mock as you give him a squeeze, “Let’s just say I’ll cry over your Titan cock any day.”

The both of you burst into laughter, Jungkook pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you two just stay there. Jungkook and you had officially crossed the line from being bratty friends to sleeping with each other. Neither of you knew what it meant but it seemed like a conversation for tomorrow morning, right now you were content with just holding him.

So when your phone vibrates beside you you’re reluctant to pull away, so Jungkook compromises by reaching it for you and handing it over.

You see its a message from Iseul and you unlock it, your face heating up as you groan and show the message to Jungkook, his face turning just as red as he sees what she sent.

Iseul 10:15pm : Thank you for the show, I hope you two realize we have security cameras in the kitchen and living room you horn dogs.

The two of you peek over at the corner of the room giving a wave and smiling shyly at the blinking security camera staring back at you. Maybe she could send you the footage for keepsake.

#btsghostie #maknaesmutsociety #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts drabble #jeongguk smut #new

[admiralmoon]

I've been thinking about how scarily protective Wilbur is of Tommy and now I'm wondering what his reaction is going to be once he realizes that his so called "hero's" motive is to make Tommy's life a living hell

Tommy had said that Dream threatened everything he held dear. His friends, his possessions, etc. Dream has claimed before that he finds messing with Tommy amusing.

"Why couldnt you have just done it to me?"

"Because its fun."

Dream knows Tommy cares for the people around him. He knows that Tommy has made sacrifice over sacrifice for the safety of the server and the people he cares about. So the best way for him to get to Tommy, is to attack those people. He was the one who tactically involved them in their strife, not only having their perceptions of Tommy negatively changed because "Tommy causes problems," but also the fact that they are suffering is what makes Tommy want to continue fighting. To protect them.

Who is to say Dream wont try to start another exile type arc? He's not done messing with Tommy in the slightest and he intends to make his life so much worse.

Wilbur is clearly still furious over the exile. I don't know about you, but it seems very weird for someone to describe wanting to tear a person apart limb from limb and then go "oh but hes a hero." Doesn't seem like he holds Dream in that respectful and high regard he so claims he does.

Dont forget the fact that he mentioned it twice. The first time on the roof, the second time with Phil, claiming "No one can hurt Tommy." You would think that if it wasnt that big of a deal to him anymore that he would stop putting emphasis on the fact that Dream hurt Tommy, almost as if hes still angry over it

Not only that but he genuinely seemed annoyed/ pissed off with the fact that Tommy was thrown under the bus while Ranboo got out of being exiled as well

Tommy is probably one of Wilbur's biggest weaknesses

- "Your life is worth more than the revolution" Tommy's life was worth more then the notion of a nation derived through liberty and freedom

- The one time Wilbur stepped away from the button room was when Tommy and Quackity confronted him and reasoned with him not to do it. Tommy even arguing that if he pushes the button, he himself will die in the explosion if Wilbur presses it.

- "Are you trying to make me feel as bad as I did in Pogtopia?" This line is interesting because it implies that Tommy's words actually stung. That Wilbur genuinely felt ashamed of what he was doing/ the path he was taking because Tommy told him off for it. So many other characters have told him off, yet why is it Tommy's words that stung?

There are just too many situations where Wilbur made sacrifices to his own plans/ mentality based on Tommy. It may be very very subtle, but based on what I've seen the only one who can derive such doubt in Wilbur is undeniably Tommy.

Tommy, in my mind, could narratively be Wilburs potential reasoning for change and redeption

I dont doubt that Wilbur still cares for Tommy, despite how twisted his morality has become.

If Dream is let out of the prison, the one person who is going to be negatively affected the worst is going to be Tommy. And I highly doubt Wilbur is going to stand by his notion that Dream is a "hero" if Tommy's well being is going to be sacrificed for it.

#tommyinnit #mcyt #c!tommy #c!dream #c!wilbur #dsmp wilbur #dsmp tommy #dsmp dream #wilbur soot #dsmp #dsmp lore #dsmp discussion #dsmpmeta

[loser-writings]

Kazuichi Souda Headcanons

{@sally-wonders​} (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻ I JUST SAW THE DANGANRONPA STUFF AND I AM SCREAMING! dlsfhlfhksg I dont even know where to start, so, at first I was wondering if you have any headcanons for my man Kazuichi, I love him so much! I always wondered how he would be into an actually relationship, because the inflatuation he had with Sonia was a thing, but also serving to compensate in his low self steam, even if he was an ultimate, he also has the historic of abuse and bully by their piers and all  with the sharp teeth and pink hair to try and look cool and all that as well, also he would have to deal with all that happened in dispair island (what wouldnt i give to know how they dealt with that man :'3), especially acepting the fact that Sônia does not like him. Because of the whole dream girl with blonde hair and he kinda projects this idea of her instead of herself. Jqrjjgwrj sorry I babble a lot hehe

I hope you enjoy this long list of a variety of headcanons. These may not hit all of the points you were asking, but I hope this is satisfactory!

・・・・✪General Headcanons✪ ・・・・

Kazuichi is a very anxious person so he is constantly fiddling with something. Little electronics, his wrench or tools he has on hands, or his fingers. If he can’t mess with something, his anxiety goes through the roof.

He can read in English! He taught himself how to read English so he could read American comic books before they’re officially translated. He also can understand English since he watched so many English action movies. He can speak it, but it can be broken and his accent is very strong.

He can actually sew. Since he learned by watching his mom, he can fix and alter clothing. He can also sew and throw together blankets and stuffed animals. He actually owns a small sewing machine. It isn’t expensive or amazing by any means, but it can get the job done.

He spends a large chunk of his money on keeping up with his hair and keeping his contacts in check. His hair grows extremely fast so his roots show, and he has a horrible habit of sleeping in his contacts since he can’t stand his glasses. 

When you catch him off guard, he just lies about what he is doing. He doesn’t mean to, but it is just a natural reaction since his dad would get mad at him no matter what his answer was. Because of this, you have to give him a moment to calm down and go through the 3 different answers he has before he can actually say what’s going on. This also happens if he is on his computer or his phone. He naturally hides the screen, even if he is just looking at car parts or how to fix a certain thing.

He can be a bit perverted and oblivious to somebody's flaws if he finds himself becoming attracted to them. Despite this, he is honestly quite the sweetheart and would have a heart attack if somebody were to return his feelings. 

He has pretty bad trust issues and this can cause tension between him and others. This also causes him to believe things that aren’t always true based off of his distrust alone.

He doesn’t actually like his appearance, even after he changed it. He originally changed it to keep away bullies and get the attention of women, but when he looks in the mirror, he doesn’t exactly like it. He didn’t mind his black hair or his normal eye color, he just hated his glasses.

Will flinch if someone raises their hand at him because of his fathers past abuse. He can’t help but flinch, and this is horrible with men who are taller than him. Safe to say that Gundhams mannerisms and weird poses aren't appreciated.

・・・・✪Relationship Headcanons✪ ・・・・

As stated before if someone were to return his feelings, he would be so lost on what to do. He never had anybody treat him with much kindness and the fact that someone he admires likes him back is just mind boggling to him.

I headcanon him personally to be Bisexual. He may have a physical lea for women, but he does find himself genuinely attracted to men as well (@Hajime) I think the big thing that decides if he likes you or not is if he thinks he can trust you.

Due to the past abuse and issues regarding friends and classmates, he would need constant reassurance. He will have sudden doubts and will become extremely anxious at the idea of you leaving him for a variety of reasons. He will ask if you want him to change his appearance or something about his personality, and it never fails that he is shocked if you say you love how he is.

He can sometimes get lost in his childlike fantasies. He will change his personality at times and make himself believe things that aren’t true. The best thing to do when this happens is to just give him a quick kiss on the cheek and remind him that you are you, and not some fantasy. He will apologize and snap out of it (For the most part)

He isn’t the best at initiating things. He would do better with someone who is more willing to make the first move. Be the one to grab his hand to hold it, Open your arms so he can snuggle against your chest, Cup his cheeks to pull him into a sweet kiss, Open the door for him and press your hand against his lower back in public areas so he feels more calm. He really would appreciate it.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones that result in tons of affection. Building blanket forts before having an action movie marathon is his favorite thing. It always results in the two of you tangled impossibly close to each other. If he is the one being held, having you play with the messily chopped locks instantly has him weak. He will rest against your chest while watching the movies, looking up to steal kisses and nip at your exposed skin in an attempt to steal your attention away from the screen. If he is the one holding you, your hair will be played with and expect him to caress your body a lot. If he gets distracted from the movie, he will let his eyes and hands wonder. It’s not in a perverse way, but more curious. 

He actually studies how your body moves and how you feel. He is the kind of guy who is very interested in seeing how your “Parts” move and how things work. It’s not perverted (Usually) but instead it’s very sweet in an unusual way. He will find out unusual things he loves about you by watching how you move. Like how you stretch to reach things on a tall shelf, or how your body curls up into itself when your cold. Just how you move and your body language is something that always has Kazuichi staring. 

If he can’t be with you physically, expect many phone calls and video calls. He calls you every time he misses your voice or feels himself starting to get anxious. The most common phone calls become the ones that happen before bed. Kazuichi gets extremely anxious when he is alone or at his house with his dad. Because of this, it becomes a routine where he calls you before bed and falls asleep on the phone with you. If you love to sing, sing and play instruments on the phone to soothe him. If you like to read, read to him until you hear his soft snores on the other line. If you like to ramble, ramble to him as he hums along til he is asleep. 

Also don’t hang up. Seriously, he will hang up in the morning. If he has a nightmare, or something happens, he finds comfort knowing that you are right there when he needs you most. 

He doesn’t mind chasing after you, but please let him have something so he knows that all of the chasing is worth it. This is the man you go to if you want somebody to control. He just wants your love and attention, even if you are just using him. If he falls for you during the killing game, he won’t hesitate to kill for you.

・・・・✪NSFW Headcanons✪ ・・・・

Aged 18+ and Kink discussion below this post

Souda loves to leave hickeys and love bites. He thinks they’re so sexy and attractive, and will leave them all over you if you let him. He also ADORES having you mark all over him and will whine if you tease him by pulling away before a mark can be made. If you really want to make him feel loved, make heart shaped hickeys all over him. He will cry because he feels so loved.

He is a switch with a more submissive lean, but he does have his more dominant moments. If he is being submissive, expect him to whine and cry about things a lot. He can be a total brat, but its so worth it when you get to hear him moan and beg for more. He may not scream, but he is quite loud.. If he is being dominant, he growls and groans a lot. He doesn’t mean to, he just gets so caught up in the moment that he doesn’t even notice the noises he makes.

He has ended up with you in his lap in his car a few times. He just can’t help it. The most memorable time was at the drive in theater. You both were in the back and it just ended up with your hands being bound by a seat belt as he sat between your legs until he couldn’t handle waiting anymore. 

He CLEARLY is into body worship. He loves watching how you react as his hands sit and press themselves against your body. He will compliment absolutely everything about you, kissing your skin as much as possible, and let his hands and eyes do all of the work.

He is so into oral, both giving and receiving. He can sit between your legs pleasing you until you are shaking and can’t handle anymore. Just how you taste is so intoxicating with him, and he always is trying to get more. If you are sucking him off, he will pant and moan and whine the whole time. His hand is tangled in your hair or the sheets until he can’t take it any more and cums. If you swallow, he will be so turned on, but he also loves cumming on you

Kazuichi will hump and grind against anything. Your ass, your thighs, a pillow, clothing, the bed, anything. He has a high sex drive, so he has to take care of it often. Even when he is sleeping, he will grind against you if he is having a dirty dream. Hopefully you don’t mind, because he is actually quite embarrassed when this happens.

He has a fantasy of you waking him up with oral. He has quite a few dirty dreams, so the idea of you helping him out while he wakes up is a dream for him.

Praise kink. Seriously. Praise this man. He will CRY if you constantly praise him during sex. He was completely unaware of how much it would effect him during sex.

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[notthatiwilleverwriteit]

I mean I'm kinda embarrassed to ask this but for you think he tian and mo sleep together in the future I mean if you think about the story takes place in the past and you know mo and be tian have too be like 18 maybe 19 I dont know I always wonder will mo even let that happen between them because it is mo guanshan we are talking about

Hello, dear anon!

Please, no reason to feel embarrassed! I don’t mind these kinds of questions or talking about sex-related topics at all. The potentially physical aspect of the future Tianshan hasn’t come up that often, but I have touched upon it at least once before:

Confessing and being physical with each other

Anon had some interesting ideas about in what order things could turn out between Tianshan and how entering a physical relationship would fit into all that. I personally don’t put that much importance on getting a verbal confession. It will happen if it’s going to happen, but I can see their relationship develop even without one. I’m not sure if they will ever be “open” and verbal about things in the same way Zhanyi is.

“for [do] you think he tian and mo sleep together in the future”

Short answer, yes, I do.

I can definitely see why people might be hesitant to believe they will ever get there, but I can also see them taking that step. I mean, I doubt we will ever see that in the comic (for various reasons), but we’ll just have to use our imagination to fill in the blanks.

Let’s not forget they’re still in middle school. There is still a long way for them to go, but look at what progress they have made in a relatively short time. It just feels like eons to us.

Three things come to my mind when wondering the physical future of Tianshan and what makes me believe they will get there one day.

You mentioned that it feels like MGS would never want to take that “last” step with HT, and I can see why. His tsundere nature and how much he resists HT’s approaches on a daily basis tend to dampen the hope of ever seeing Tianshan becoming mutual, much less sexually active.

However, I don’t think MGS is unwilling to make decisions regarding his relationship with HT (ch. 283):

I doubt anyone was expecting him to ask HT for the studs, either, but it still didn’t feel out of character for him. I think that moment spoke about how MGS’s character works. For the most part, he’s a flustered tsundere mess who needs nudging and coaxing to get forward. But when he feels ready for it, he takes those steps by himself, too. And given MGS’s nature, those steps are something to which he’s ready to commit. He doesn’t make those decisions without thinking them through first and before he feels secure enough.

I wouldn’t say the studs were about him returning HT’s feelings, but I can see that same thing happening when they’re getting nearer to making their relationship physical. HT could have been angling for it for a while but I’m sure MGS wouldn’t let things progress until he’s comfortable with it. Nor would HT push him to do something sexual that he really doesn’t want to do. When MGS is finally ready, I doubt he would make such a face-on declaration of it. More like, if he’s letting HT get away with things, it means he has decided to do so.

The point is, even though MGS makes it all so difficult for us to believe they would ever get there, he might surprise you. And HT. He already has a couple of times.

Secondly, the Christmas specials have always kind of given me the vibe that there might already be a more physical aspect to their relationship (ch. 224, 313):

Of course, those panels could be very well taken just as HT being his pushy self and flustering MGS. I’m not trying to deny any of that interpretation. Actually, I think the topic of the boys being sexually active with each other might always be handled in this manner in the comic. It’s a fine line OX needs to tread, and MGS’s tsundere side gives the opportunity to leave the scenes and that topic kind of vague. HT makes a pass at him, MGS nervously sweats and curses at him, the end. The rest is left to us.

However - and I don’t know if this is just my wishful thinking - to me, that last panel especially of HT pushing MGS down always gives me a feeling that it wasn’t the first time it had happened. I can’t put my finger on what exactly makes me feel that way. Maybe the way HT seems to know how to go about pushing MGS down? Like he wasn’t doing it for the first time? And when it comes to being manhandled by HT, MGS doesn’t seem to have his guard as high as he used to? I’m not sure if I would go as far as saying they have had full-on sex already, but maybe they had made out some?

I don’t know. It’s just, something...Like, I wouldn’t have to stretch my imagination that much to picture HT leaning down and nuzzling MGS’s neck? And MGS would squirm under him and try to push HT off, but when HT’s warm weight slowly settles on top of him and he becomes kind of quiet in the crook of MGS’s neck...MGS frowns but he lets HT take a little moment. The bastard always seems so desperate to touch him, as if they will never see each other again.

And maybe, just maybe, being touched like that even causes a reaction in MGS’s body. But of course, such nonsense would be furiously denied when HT perks up and says “did you miss me, little Mo?” teasingly against MGS’s neck. And he would start nuzzling MGS in a different manner, dropping little kisses on the pale skin. Graze his teeth a little against the soft, sensitive spots? And MGS would still be struggling to free his hands, but his fingers are also digging into HT’s hand and HT can feel him shiver underneath him.

Something along those lines? Would that sound like too much of a reach?

Thirdly, there’s that one official illustration that is perhaps my most favorite of all the ones OX has published so far:

Sure, it could be argued how tightly the illustrations are tied to the canon of the actual comic. But since we all know Tianshan is the endgame, I don’t see why this one couldn’t be entertained at least as a promise of them getting to that point one day. And what’s the best part about that illustration (and what makes it my favorite) is how MGS is holding HT’s head. He’s not pushing him away or resisting, quite the opposite. It looks like he’s pulling HT closer. And judging by the way HT’s hair is falling down, he seems to be on top of MGS. So, at least something is happening.

Personally, I do see them getting physical in the future. I can picture it in my head despite how MGS is as a character. I am very doubtful we will ever see much of it in the actual comic, though. The most we’ll probably get is vague innuendo, conveniently cut scenes, and perhaps a kiss. But I don’t doubt that one day MGS will return HT’s romantic feelings and get more intimate with him.

Thank you for your question, dear anon!

#19 days #tianshan #mo guan shan #answered ask

[happikattwuzheere]

im being deeply unproductive today, but in my defense i got a set of several complex pictures for the video project done last night, and i still have to actually assemble the files for editing and ill get to that but first let’s bust through some more of this backlog of deer boy au sketches and talk about ronan this time 

this is a LONG one probably, and also, yknow, because its ronan and esp because as you may have noticed he’s not exactly human in this au, there’s gonna be some discussion here of good ole ronan lynch angst-with-regards-to-his-existence-and-religion, so like, heads up there? and. discussion of like. some very sad things, but very very briefly. less discussion and more mention of them. look its ronan idk what to tell you aside from i have at least managed to avoid mentioning kavinsky for now so its not as bad as it could be anyway

(this is probably extremely rambly even for me, im so sorry. i can explain any number of things mentioned here in more detail if anyone would like) 

SO. ronan’s a cambion, at least by dnd terminology, idk how that term gets used in other contexts but the point here is he’s half-human and half-demon, BUT, v important to explain, even tho the characters don’t initially know this and it’s something they work out over time, demons are not necessarily devils; or, more accurately, there’s a category of creature that is not a fey but is somewhat fey-adjacent, follows their own very different set of rules to fey law and are reliant on ley lines in ways similar to a lot of fey beings and spaces, and that category of creatures was granted the name “demons” because that word already exists and this type of creature’s so misunderstood that people mistook them for devils. Whether the biblical demon also exists in this au i havent decided on and dont much plan to because its not super relevant 

BUT. taking inspiration from the horrible bee from canon, demons are, essentially, beings that are created due to a high degree of tragedy on a ley line, and the rules they operate by as well as their motivations are determined by the shape of that tragedy which created them. for example: the hornet demon from the books would be an example of what happens due to violence and bloodshed; it was born of blood shed in anger and life wrongly taken and as a result it exists only to destroy. however, not all demons are evil. example: take, say, a succubus (no stay with me hold on), like the one that niall lynch hooked up with made a deal with over in ireland one day. 

a succubus in this sense is a demon which is born of miscarriage; and they’re Like That because there, the tragedy is not one of destruction, but of lost potential and a life that never came to be. so a succubus is driven to make up for that lost potential in the form of, yknow, making another baby happen, 

and its that power of potential that is also why ronan’s got power over dreams still, it’s aaaall about creation and potential. and his mother, who he never actually met, she hecked off but niall kept the baby, wasn’t evil. just. operating on a different morality system but one which had no interest in hurting anybody. she’s still kicking around in ireland somewhere

RONAN meanwhile still has his two brothers, haven’t figured out yet if matthew’s still a dream thing or not, but. niall never got around to explaining how the demon thing worked before dying because it’s niall he’s terrible at explaining things. but ronan started being able to shapeshift p young--he’s got a fully human form, a fully demonic form, and a form that’s generally called hybrid but really he can shift to anywhere along the spectrum or just pop the wings or the tail out etc etc etc. his brothers both know ronan’s not human, its a family secret, its all chill, except then one day ronan shifts out the wings to help save a baby bird that fell out of a tree and someone outside the family sees that happen and from there things just get real bad and the lynches have to leave ireland in a hurry 

ronan’s demonic form actually ends up being strongly influenced by his own opinion of himself as he grows up; the church has him filled with enough doubt that he grows the horns and becomes more hulking and frightening and all that jazz, and he suspects that he would be burned or expelled from a church’s grounds if he were to shift forms on sacred ground, so he never tries it (he would not, because, as was previously stated, his mother isnt evil, but he doesnt know that) and he just. he hides it real hard. especially after niall gets himself murdered before ronan can finally just ASK about his mother

but! before that happens he meets gansey, who has a lot of interest in the fey and a theory that’s not quite right but is on the right track about demons being some poorly understood class of fey rather than something evil and that gives ronan a lot of hope for a while

yknow until he sees how much iron effs up someone who’s even got a LITTLE fey blood in them when adam gets shot and how when ronan holds that same arrowhead that put adam in so much pain it doesn’t hurt at all, rip 

he tells them that he’s a cambion well before he shows them the alt forms because there’s a point where he feels that they ought to know esp since ronan’s back to existential dread over what exactly he is, it’s kavinsky who ends up forcing him to shift in front of them for the first time, the whole kavinsky thing’s gonna DEFINITELY take at least one post all on its own a lot happens there, but for now: this is why ronan knew that pryderi wasn’t a normal deer (that and also because pryderi is a white tailed deer, which dont exist in england, so ronan was like, thats. thats not a real animal thats gotta be a fey) and also leads to some fun between him and noah because noah, unbeknownst to ronan, has decided that he and ronan are in fact engaged in a game of chicken to see who gets caught/outed for what they really are first. 

(ronan and gansey dont know what kind of fey noah is exactly. ronan assumes he’s something weak like a brownie. noah is definitely not a brownie) 

uhhh any more thoughtsssss 

last picture’s unfinished because idk why ronan’s fully demonic form is so hard for me to DRAW but he’s shaped roughly like beast from the disney movie, except as a big bird monster. also if ur someone he likes and you sleep using him as a pillow it’ll be the best sleep of your life w/ really good dreams and ronan also sleeps v well, its a thing that happens, ronan is in fact the best pillow 

#trc #deer boy au #ronan lynch #the raven cycle #longpost #lolsketch #katt blather #this one is...excessively rambly and disjointed im v sorry BUT have a lot of fun w/ the cambion there's SO much we've talked about w/ ronan #trying to sum it all up in one post is. hard

[bledmagic]

**the following is no way indicative of direct rp interactions & is solely referring to the personal canon to idrylla. if your muse wants to refer to the closeness of one of the companions listed here by all means, unless you are holding another rper muse in mind as that connection is different & not based upon these by the interactions idrylla & that muse has had. however if you would like to base interactions on these descriptions with your muse def lemme kno & we can plot on this further !

idrylla is not the only focus of the story, they are one of many that line the cast of our main tale & the interactions between idrylla & these characters drive the story forward or back. as the game still rests within the area of early access & there are hints from datamining of future companions this list is not complete nor is it going to contain anything proper beyond act 1 in terms of connections. with the previous statement said, here is each of our companions & the relationships held with idrylla as per the canon to their character & me. **i will note if i have romanced a npc like this, as the game is in early access n just like in who’s line is it anyway the choices n points dont matter there is no canon romance for idrylla at this moment in time. 

LAE’ZEL: idrylla has very few memories of the nautilus. their capture, their containment, & the escape itself is somewhat of a blurry mess. what they do remember is lae’zel. they remember her face, her struggling, her escaping that pod. they saw the moment the mind flayer infected lae’zel & the fear held within the githyanki’s features. all of this is unspoken between the two, but for idrylla it’s spurned a lot of emotions that have boiled down to pushing idrylla to get close to lae’zel & be quite defensive of her with strangers( shadowheart can make a few insults as a treat, lae’zel in return can make some serious threats in return as a treat ). it is with the first weeks of travel idrylla can be found hanging out along side lae’zel like a safety net, finding the familiarity of their escape as a bridge to base a friendship upon. despite that link that idrylla has tied between them they find lae’zel absolutely delightful in every way possible & considers lae’zel probably the closest friend idrylla has had in years, the honesty lae’zel shows in the most blunt way a refreshing change from the passive aggressiveness of the wizards guild peers. beyond all this, lae’zel is also the first githyanki has ever known & has prodded the poor warrior with a multitude of questions to absorb the info like a weird elf sponge, even going out of their way to learn on their own & ask lae’zel about later on. idrylla holds lae’zel’s opinon in high regard & often will ask her or look to her for her advice & even if not followed takes it in consideration. anyways they are best friends. ( lae’zel: we are not ‘friends’ / idrylla: you’re right. we are best friends, pal. / lae’zel: tch. ) **lae’zel has been romanced 

SHADOWHEART: while idrylla did try to save shadowheart from her pod, idrylla also has particularly failed at every turn to get shadowheart to even attempt to trust them. traditionally anyway. since the common ground of the parasite & needing to team up & trust each other has failed to get shadowheart to loosen up, idrylla has taken the approach to just be a utter nuisance to shadowheart. often chiding the other with jokes or teases, stirring up trouble between shadowheart & lae’zel, forcing shadowheart to go talk to people at parties( notable example is when idryl forced shadowheart to dance with them at the big fun tiefling celebration party in which shadowheart was so emabrassed she probs would have died on the spot if she wasnt actually having fun the whole time ), etc etc. shadowheart stresses idrylla out, so tightly wounded & clearly bothered by something that is clearly at times more dire than the worm in their brain. it activates idrylla’s older sibling mode near instantly as often the fussing of the other reminds idrylla very warmly of their younger siblings, one being very similar to the uptight cleric. when shadowheart does breakdown some of those walls & reveals her religious beliefs idrylla presents themselves as very accepting. while agnostic themselves, they do make a point to show they hold no ill will to shadowheart & support them, but more importantly wants shadowheart to learn to rely on them from then on to be more honest about anything. it’s after this shadowheart tends to be less antagonistic toward idrylla. but only a little less.

WYLL: idrylla noted early on that the “”””stone”””” that rests in his socket has a heartshaped looking pupil & annoyingly( to everyone except wyll himself ) calls him hearteye. as a baldurian they are very well versed in knowing the various tales & stories of the blade of frontiers. wyll is idrylla’s favorite drinking companion & the two get along like a pair of bros in a budding bromance that will make the fans go crazy. wyll holds a hard sense of justice that idrylla tends to think of a buzzkill at times, but does value the pull of morality his chiding holds considering her own moral standing at current is fuzzy at best. she does truly worry about how skiddish he tends to be about his guarded secrets & once learning upon the truth they promise to aid them in his quest to save his ‘totally not devil girlfriend’ & when wyll protests about such a title idryl simply responses ‘oh no i totally get it, hearteye.’ with a laugh & wink. idrylla also has wyll teach them the use of the blade, taking those teachings & applying them to their learnings of the staff as a weapon vs a channel for magic. often one can see them sparing in camp on down time. wyll is also the only one of the companions who gave idrylla a proper condolence when idrylla’s less than tragic backstory is revealed to the the companions, to which idrylla who was properly touched thanked him with a hand to their heart & a ‘aww, thanks man. you’re a real one.’

ASTARION: idrylla is far softer on astarion than they should be & they will deny it. usually such a judgement of letting astarion getting away with ( in most cases, literally ) murder is preceded by a loud groan or sigh. it’s not that idrylla wants to dull astarion’s sparkle, but more of a general worry. the more idrylla learns of him, the more & more they just feel bad( astarion: i rather be spared of pity, thanks / idryl: it’s not pity. i don’t pity you its just. well hearing that shit that happened to you ? makes me sick, man. horrible things to go through. makes me want to hit something. ). but the primary worry is what will happened to their newfound friend once the parasite is extracted, will astarion burn up in the sun ? prevented from hanging out with them at bars ? will they not be able to find something for him to eat on the journey they set on ? idrylla has no real way to comfort astarion in the face of his past & it makes them uncomfortable. all that can be offered is a arm about his shoulder & a ear to listen.  beyond all this, however, the two get along disturbingly well. idrylla’s current fuzzy moral standing & general pull to do really stupid things setting a stage for the two of them to act in their own chaotic fashion. the two make comments with each other that would make people wonder if they share a braincell. idrylla often pulls lae’zel into their shenanigans much to her dismay. the fact that astarion is a vampire spawn has absolutely zero negative effect or reaction from idrylla. **astarion has been romanced

GALE: i hate these two. considering gale being a wizard busybody i have to do the most divergent shit with this mf. love this catdad, anyways here go. gale & idrylla absolutely know of each other prior to the events of the game & have a loving rivalry friendship thing going on. they have met a few times due to the wizarding guild( take in mind, this wizard guild is something im developing for idrylla & is not canonical to the game ) of which gale would visit, but is not apart of, due to his associations. the two never had a proper moment of conversation prior but are as i said, very aware of each other at least in terms of their talents in magic. so whilst there is a pre-established link between them they are without a doubt strangers. their rivalry comes out at any time magic is spoken about or knowledge thereof. a interesting change in demeanor for idrylla who, for all intents & purposes before & during the events, tended to not have a proper ambitious or know-it-all bone in their body. the two will often agree about magic or purposely disagree. they speak of other wizards & generally are capable of working together to figure out spells or something magical in puzzles. when gale says that idrylla knows nothing about the weave, it took everything in idrylla to not set him on fire. when faced with the truth about gale’s utterly stupid need to consume magic & the reason behind it, idrylla simply just starts smacking him on the arm & calling him an idiot( considering idrylla’s recent expulsion from the wizarding guild spurred on by peers that are  power hungry & would do whatever they could to get ahead, the ordeal of gale sits very heavy on idrylla. while they does apologize later & explains the why. ). over time the two have gotten less antagonistic to each other & more or less bicker for the fun of it, showing that the two have found themselves more or less comfortable with each other & in their aventures found respect in each other’s talents. so far anyway. idrylla has threatened to steal gale’s cat( in jest to make gale wig out. )

#( meta / lore. ) #( we do not reblog my bullshit. ) #IT IS HERE I HAVE DONE THE THING

[muchinery]

SO uhh a long time ago i made ocs and created a world around them and like a month ago or two i decided to share it with my discord server, I fully drawn everything I’ve worked on, for us to make weird ideas and ocs together to kinda fill that world \o/  so heres a large pile of all of what ive drawn

and under the cut is the full info about the world and the organizations above, a lot of it is explained in points tho (note that im not a good writer and neither is English my first language  💦)

The world has ended decades ago, by a nuclear war that has gone wrong - an easy way to explain post apocalyptic worlds i know. The air is polluted , resources are scarce , however technology is slowly evolving. Humanity has almost gone extinct, only the immune and strong has survived and repopulated the lands. The pollution has created an even bigger problem- Mutants. Mutants are former humans which their genes werent strong enough to over come the pollution and has started mutating and changing. The immune has jet black hair, mutants how ever, are born with white silky hair. The lucky ones are born like any other person, a healthy looking baby. the least lucky ones either die right away, eat their mother still in the womb, born deformed or sick. Most mutants no matter how they were born are weak, and are cursed to be hungry almost all of the time, its hard to satisfy their system as it requires a lot of sustenance. their body deforms as they grow up, struggling to survive and affects their appearance whether internal or external. when their body is exposed to high stress , mutants tend to lose themselves , deform beyond imagination, lose every bit of humanity and go feral. their hunger grow stronger and theyre no longer just mutants, theyre hunters. They prey on the healthy humans and they dont seem to stop, ever. Luckily - The world has been brought to order by an organization a man single-handedly built up from the ground. The Corvusalus The Corvusalus work to cleanse the earth from mutants, leaving only immunes around. they want immediate extermination and has a big army that spreads around and kills any reminiscent to a mutant.

Runs whatever left of the world by dictatorship 

Religious - One Eyed Crow 

Considered Ruthless 

 Lawful evil  Troops

Trained since young age  

very agile and efficient   Leader - The dictator 

Everyone's leader 

Owns you 

No one seen his face or family 

Endless rumors like- he's a mutant himself, his daughter is a mutant, is he a he anyway ?? Lots of questions  

Plays god Uniform  

They wear a lot of black rubber and fake leathers 

rocking black and white colors with red goggles 

Plague masks - resembles your rank, the bigger the higher. 

The opposing organization however  - Mutiny Mutiny stands united with mutants and humans to save as many lives as they can 

strives to get hold of most of the resources around 

everyone's enemy

don't take kindly to immunes unless proven themselves (followed by previous back stabs)

literally runs like a gang

chaotic neutral  Members -

consists mostly mutants but has a handful of immunes too working along side them

most mutant members despise immunes , some are hostile Leader - commander Brighton 

shady af.

can't walk or run on his own, he wants to fight with everyone but is stopped by them for his handicap

a sarcastic goon 

insanely smart and cunning 

owns the nickname chicken leg  Uniform- None they wear what ever they want, it's very easy to tell if you're a mutant by color of your hair, However that just might be their downfall, they're too trusting of other mutants.

Another organization strives to fix the world, so this whole mutant vs humans wouldnt be a problem. they try and fix both mutants and the enviroment , i give you - Spero

Spero believes theres still hope

claims to be everyone's ally 

everyone hates them.

questionable morals - no regard to human/mutant lives if it's for science 

Lawful Neutral Workers - 

Sterile, Hygienic 

Food chain - Scientists, Data collectors, Test subjects 

Mostly immunes. if youre a mutant everyone are sus of you, and the leader mustve seen your full potential to even be here  Leader -  Fiora 

Head Scientist 

Soft spoken, patient 

Would sacrifice her own family for science ( she did )

has one sibling left - Martz, in which they both know theyre smarter than Fiora, but Martz keeps a lowkey since theyre lazy af.

Last but not least Immunes are humans that have strong genes that withstand the pollution and possibly many other things. They have the longest life span ranging from 30-50  Has jet black hair. 

Organizations vs Immunes  Corvusalus : Immunes are untouchable by the corvusalus, but are to bend down to their rules. Immune that works with mutants is to be executed  Mutiny : Immunes are hunted by monstrosities and a lot of times mutants that are just - sooo damn hungry. Immunes that seek justice fight for the Mutiny. Spero : Immunes can easily join Spero to help and "save the world". But if you're not very helpful you're to become a test subject and get exposed to horrible experiments.

FAQS 

Any more groups?  god countless, please feel free to create your own 

Do i have to belong to a group? NO! you can be in between, you can be double heck triple agent? traitors ??? were all struggling to survive  can mutants dye their hair? Rarely! their hair is silky and dye doesnt seem to stick on ? tho a scientist can come up with a special formula (going against spero) for them guess we'll see bout that

can immunes dye *their own* hair Yeah but it'll never be identical to mutant's , guess we'll depend on science huh 

can immune become mutant? A lot of failed experiments by spero has doomed a lot of immunes, many are put down but few had escaped before.

THANKS FOR READING i doubt anyone did worth the shot

#my art #oc #1 fucked up world #is the name of it #yan #corvusalus #spero #mutiny #not gonna tag every oc in there hahh #doodles #concept

[rydiin]

im sort of pressed after reading the transcript of beltrans depo. nik seemed to attack him for absolutely no reason except for the fact that he didn’t like being told what to do 🙄 what a lil brat lol. the description of how nik had his sandals is still confusing to me bc I can’t imagine how it looks. he sounds so privileged in that jail. it sounds like there’s literally no one but him in there. he doesn’t have to fight off other inmates but he decides to fight someone who is just guarding him í ½

I think there’s a lot of build-up to this that we still don’t know about. In Beltrans deposition he acts as if, “nah we were totally fine before this day..he just flipped out of nowhere” but that’s obviously not the vibes we get from the Defense, who say that NC clearly had issues with Beltran and had reported them to his team. The Defense even went so far as to bring it to the attention of the jail and request that NC be guarded by someone else. I can’t help but wonder what the beef was between the two..although I suspect that Beltran was just being more strict on him than other guards, likely due to his anger toward NC for his evil crimes. And if Beltran were being extra strict in regard to the rules, I can see NC getting upset.

It’s no secret that NC was entitled and spoiled. If you look at his childhood, he was raised to function in this manner. When you give a child everything he wants, especially when he throws a fit in order to get it, you train him to be self-entitled and as a result, even when he’s a grown adult, he will throw an absolute fit when he doesn’t get what he wants. So if he has someone holding him to a high standard that he doesn’t want to follow, it will clearly cause irritation. Your comments on him being “privileged” are 100% spot on. If he was living in Gen Pop he’d be dead by now. But instead he has the whole pod to himself. He has luxuries that the vast majorities of inmates DONT have, and yet he can’t put up with a guard being strict. Again- I obviously wasn’t there and have no idea about the tension between the two. But even if Beltran was being a hard ass, NC is still clearly spoiled and hates being told what to do.

I also just want to add, I think that Beltrans abilitity to respond to the attack maturely and refusing to use excessive force- I think that speaks even more to the perception that NC is just stubborn to obey authority. If Beltran were some corrupt and overly-harsh, abusive of power, guard, we *definitely* would have seen it in the footage. The extent to which he held back his anger when getting NC under control at the end, that was extremely impressive. Cus I no doubt would’ve tazed his dumb a$$.

ALSO- in regard to his slippers. They’re super flexible so he can bend them like this:

And then walk on them like that. Which is why Beltran seemed so concerned that NC would fall and he’d have to write a report lol (Obviously these aren’t jail slippers but I couldn’t find a google pic of anyone bending jail slides so this google pic of flip flops will have to do, lol).

#asks

[ribellaione]

@suplex51​ SAID: "I know this can't be easy for you to talk about, and I'm sorry about that. But... I gotta know. I fought a man back in Fantasia. He was lost and imbalanced — I could feel as much in his blade. Rosa knew that man back in the old city, and the shit he pulled there... Blake, despite how she might look or act, it's hard to get Rosa to hate you. Adam Taurus, she wants bled out. She's holding herself back, but... it's hurting her. And that kinda grudge, it's worrying me. She KNOWS it's a different Adam, but she doesn't care. All she can see is the Adam that convinced a city that he was its savior, before covering it all in bloodshed... turning his sword on people Rosa loved in the process. Now, I'm not about to tell her to drop it. I just - [...] Look, long story short... Was I right? Do you think Adam's changing? Do you think he's a threat? Are you guys holding him accountable?" 

    she knew that this was bound to come up eventually, it was only a matter of WHO would ask her the question and there isn't an ounce of surprise that it was travis who brought it up. blake also knew that no one else could even answer that besides her, considering everything that has happened thus far. 

she's heard bits and pieces of what travis saying, but nothing in depth. tales from the 'old' city. and although blake has not met rosa personally, the assassin has always spoken of her in high regard and as such, blake wasn't going to doubt what he said about her. but this isn't a simple question with a yes or no answer. 

     was he a threat? she knows he isn't asking in the sense of the various tests the city throws at them, the battles they're forced to go through. no, he wants to know if adam was a threat to the people here-- to him, to rosa, to the people they cared for. that was a thought on her mind for a long time. a constant worry that her team would be targeted once more or anyone else she had grown close to here. but that hasn't come to pass. blake has seen him conversing with ruby once or twice, was told of how he had assissted her on occassion. even so, there's still a chance he could pose a threat. it was always a possibility. 

                   but a time she also hopes never comes.

    "...he can be. If people like us ever become targeted here, there's a chance. If he feels his life is in danger, he won't hesitate to strike back or first. He hardly attacks without reason, though.  Even if those reasons are almost impossible to understand or twisted . " 

       her hand gravitates to the scar marring the flesh of her lower left abdomen, eyebrows pulling together for a moment before her hand falls limp once more by her side as she sees the questioning look briefly enter travis's eyes.

      that one question earns a sharp glare from her, shoulders tense as her ears lay flat against her hair.   " Of course we're holding him accountable. Do you think we can so easily overlook what he did, the part he played at Beacon? Haven? Or the amount of lives he took-- both human and faunus? None of that is being swept under the rug or forgotten and he knows that. But us holding him accountable means little if he can't -- or refuses-- to do so to himself. "

           but now it's the big question: is adam changing? a question that lingers at the edge of her mind whenever he is brought or she runs across him. a lot has happened, there's no mistaking or denying that. and while blake wonders why she is the one to be the judge on that, she knows the answer. she knew him best when it came down to it. but at the same time, there was a lot she didn't know. was the adam she knew since they were kids the same one on the island right now? or was that just a shade, an illusion of who he really was-- the one who met his end with her blade? did she ever really know him at all?

        a terse sigh falls from her lips, arms folding tightly across her chest. " I can't give you the answer you want to hear. I can't tell you if you were right or not because I don't know myself. People can change, I know that-- and he's been acting different since Remnant. But people also lie and pretend to be someone they're not...or someone completely different than you originally thought. I...don't think he'll do what the other one did and I'm not saying that lightly. Had you asked me months ago, I would have said yes. But it's not that simple anymore. There is nothing here for him to fight for or against like back home and I don't know if it's because of that or because of something else, but something has changed. And I don't know if it's for better or not. "

   she can't tell the assassin exactly what it was. he'd be better off asking the one in question himself instead of her. there's so many uncertainties and it's giving her a headache, but she won't blame travis for that. he has his reasons for asking and she doesn't want to give him anything less but the truth. but that was difficult.

        " I....I dont know, Travis. Is Adam changing? Yes, but I dont know if that change will stick or not. As for the grudge Rosa has....her feelings aren't without reason and I don't want to make it seem like such and I'm not defending Adam-- not by a longshot. But holding someone else's actions on another person, blaming them when they didn't cause them...that won't end well. Trust me-- I know that firsthand. "

#suplex51 #so this uh....got long AKDHFKXKA

[japanessie]

Hi Shelly! I'm sorry you're feeling blue! I was going to ask that about Taka and Hiro, too, but was worried I'd get too upset but since someone else asked anyway...It just kind of made me wince with hurt for Hiro when a few years ago Taka ranted on instagram about privacy (for his own life, not about his family). Like, where was your voice when your own fans were BULLYING your baby brother or when they posted on a forum after the ONE time Tomohiro finally showed his face, they asked if he was...

[2/3] Adopted! He already had issues being on camera (hasnt been on since, cant blame him). So, Hiroki looks too much like Taka but Tomo doesn’t look enough? They’re his little brothers, I think bullying BOTH Little brothers is when the time to speak up is. I’m not saying the bros cant handle themselves but I just feel Hiro, aside from mfs, has been on his own. It would be nice if his eldest brother took responsibility for his so called “fans” who attack his family and stood up… 

[3/3] Sorry it just hits close to home. I know what it’s like 2 not have your older bro there when u need him most. When he leaves u in a house burning with hatred (i got to hear my parents accuse each other of cheating while my bro was out smoking & drinking. It makes me wonder what Hiroki heard when no one thought he was listening). I dont mean to take it personally or anything, I just feel like Hiroki & I are very similar. It’s why I like mfs. I’m sorry, I just have no one else to talk about it to.

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Hi 😊. I combined your messages together into one for easier reading

First of all I’m sorry for the pain that you personally had to go through. I hope you’re doing okay 🤗. At the same time though, I see uniqueness besides similarities in everybody’s situation. 

1. Someone who is broken can’t be a crutch for someone else

In a traditional family setup in many cultures, even more prominent in Asian cultures, the eldest child is always the one assumed to carry responsibilities of looking after the younger ones. In a family crisis situation, while the younger ones theoretically have the one they can turn to, the eldest child has nobody and is usually left to fend for himself and everybody else. 

Some elder kids have the inner strength and maturity to carry it at young age but some really struggle with it and only develop at a later age. Your brother and Taka seem to be in the latter category. Like Taka, your brother walked out because he was hurting and that was the shortcut way he knew how to surpress it and to stay away from what was troubling him at home. He couldn’t be your pillar when he was broken himself. Just like Taka who took the quick way out and his story had been well documented. 

Also, a lot of times, someone who feels worthless doesn’t understand why anyone would feel hurt to see him walk away. I’m sure Taka himself only fully began to understand NOW, as an adult, the hurt he caused Hiro when he walked away back then. In his mind, he was a loser. Not doing well in school, stressed out over the parents’ marriage breaking up, not getting along with their father, very unhappy and not knowing where his future was heading. Certainly not someone for little Hiro to look up to. How would he look after Hiro when he could barely take care of himself?

* The Moriuchi brothers in those days when they used to be around each other a lot, before OOR moved out of Japan 😊

2. Some people need to pull themselves together first before they can love others

That dark period in Taka’s life was not something he’s proud of. He acknowledges it in interviews and his lyrics. Even OOR members admitted that Taka wasn’t exactly a pleasant person to deal with when they first found him. But once he got his life on track, things fell into places. He made amend with his father and got back the Moriuchi name. While Taka couldn’t give back the years with him that Hiro lost, he let Hiro hang around his friends and be a part of his life back in that way. 

Even Hiro never denied the perks of being Taka’s brother. The most significant was when one of Taka’s close friends K from Pay Money To My Pain befriended Hiro and how that friendship led to the formation of MY FIRST STORY. 

Think again, would Kei Goto a.k.a the late K simply befriend a random underaged high school kid just like that? I highly doubt it 🤔. Hiroki Moriuchi was NOT some random high school kid. K and Taka were buddies and Hiro the high school kid was Taka’s little brother. I doubt Taka would let his little brother hang around someone he didn’t trust. He knew Hiro was in good hands. All these happened only after Taka got his life back on track and was able to be the big brother figure he was meant to be for Hiro.

3. Taka publicly standing up for Hiro would be bad for Hiro’s image

Yes, it would be counter-productive for Taka to do so. You see, the ROOT of the hate and cyber-bullying towards Hiro stemmed from how easy things happened for him because of his family connection. If Taka had spoken out, it would make Hiro appear weak and ultra-dependant on his big brother. 

“Duh! Not only he got a band because he’s Taka brother. Now, he needs to be protected like a baby!” 

Hmm … does that sound good to you? We also need to see things from the haters’ perspective too, you know. Oh, with Papa being a multi-millionaire? Trust me. Hiro would get even less respect if any of his family members had spoken out for him. The bullying might get even worse. 

As for Tomo, anything his family members say would bring unnecessary attention to him. He appeared on TV that one time because of his job at the station. Otherwise, he’s very private. It’s unfair on him if his famous family gives more reasons for the public to scrutinize his life when that’s the last thing he wants. 

4. Being seen publicly as a brave independent fighter would be far more beneficial for Hiro

It worked well for Taka. He only started displaying his bonds with his parents AFTER he had firmly made a name for himself even though they had been on good terms since the early days of OOR. Likewise, Hiro would be less relatable to many fans if he is constantly being taken care of by his more famous and successful family members. Isn’t that the public perception Hiro is still trying hard to break away from? 

Not just the Moriuchi, I have never seen being publicly defended by family members work well for ANY celebrity in the world. It may work for ordinary folks but things work differently for famous people. 

I do support Hiro but I think even his most ardent supporters would agree that he somewhat gives off these “baby” vibes. MFS members themselves seem protective towards him. They let him be mischievious, loud and boisterous with them but they’re always there to hug him when he cries. Therefore, independence from his family would balance that out nicely.

5. Taka made a conscious choice to speak only for himself because he knew any reaction to it would be directed to him and ONLY him

As opposed to Taka speaking out for any of his family members, whom the public might hurl the hate and negative reaction to instead. 

Things just work differently for celebrities. In a way, to minimize the bullying towards their loved ones, staying out of their public battle a lot of times is the better way to go. By not bringing more attention to it. 

Likewise, none of Taka’s family members said anything when Taka had to face a barrage of criticism and angry reactions at the time. The ones who publicly defended him were his friends and peers. Guys like Mah (SiM) and Masato (Coldrain) among some. For celebrities, somehow testimonies from people they have worked with or even strangers they have encountered hold much higher values than family members. 

With their chosen careers, backlash and criticism come with the territory. That’s what their parents want to instill in the two brothers. “You have chosen this path. Learn to deal with it.“

6. Rude fans are rude fans nonetheless

Rude people don’t suddenly become angels just because their idols ask them to. Just look at the backlash against Taka. It was quite brutal. Just like how Hiro got pictures of a woman pooping by his haters, I saw a photo of a “hairy ding dong” for Taka among some, along with truckloads of really scathing words. By his own fans (or should I say “ex-fans"?). If this kind of fans are willing to treat Taka like that just from ONE social media post, then nothing good can come out of it if Taka had said or done anything about Hiro’s haters. The ones who would cheer him would still be the same ones who already support MFS anyway. 

Remember when fans were speculating that OOR’s song Right By Your Side as being dedicated to Hiro? Those who like MFS thought it was a sweet gesture but those who don’t like MFS used it as an excuse to say, “Look! Taka wrote a song for Hiro. Yet he still wants to call Taka his rival. What a low life!”. Yes, I’ve personally seen comments like that. So, see? Whatever Taka does regarding Hiro, mean-spirited people will still find a way to set fire to it.

7. There must be more than meets the eye

Fans went nuts when the brothers wore this pair of pants. I doubt it’s a coincidence that Hiro suddenly is comfortable wearing Taka’s look when he used to be sensitive about being called Taka’s copy before.

But that’s not even something new. in January 2018, Taka posted a photo of himself wearing this Monster’s Inc hoodie at Disneyland. That same month, Hiro was wearing that same Disney hoodie at his 24th birthday party.

Heaven knows what Taka had said to Hiro in private especially after MFS Budokan show 🤔. At the end of the day, they are family and though I also know many families who cut ties from each other, Taka and Hiro clearly are the ones who keep theirs 😉.

2 more cents

I feel that Taka is doing the right thing by staying away from Hiro publicly. Not responding to the negativity surrounding Hiro but still letting fans know that his little brother has his full support.

#reply #my first story #maifasu #マイファス #hiroki moriuchi #takahiro moriuchi #one ok rock

[themalhambird]

King Richard read through the papers in stony silence. 

York licked his lips and clasped his hands together as he watched his nephew’s jaw grow tighter with every page he turned. By the time Richard came to the single, smaller sheet of parchment that they had written the letter on, he was shifting from foot to foot as though fighting the urge to storm out, or at the very least pace. “What is this?” he demanded, as he quickly scanned the page and looked up. “This,” he added, snatching the letter up from the rest of the pile and brandishing it. “The rest of it, we understand- it is treason dressed up as reasonable argument and nothing we have not quashed under foot before-  but this-?”

“It is a letter, your majesty.” Blood rushed in to Richard’s cheeks and took a breath to retort in much the same manner as seething clouds rolled across the heavens at the onset of a storm. Sensing that an outburst of temper that would help nobody was about to crash down, York continued hastily: “It is written to the Duke of Lancaster- to Henry Bolingbroke- as your majesty can no doubt see for himself. It has been backdated to just a little while after- after John died-”

“ ‘To our beloved cousin Bolingbroke, it is with great regret that we must inform you, la di dah, we fear that a sickness grows in our mind, and do not know the physic ? We have quickly come to deeply regret our actions regarding your inher-’ we do no such thing, we were will within our rights and you know it! Otherwise you wouldn’t be looking so guilty--”

 York resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“--’blah blah blah, ‘we therefore beg of you to return to us in England and help shoulder the burden of government, the weight of which we fear is crushing us-this has been written in our name.” Richard looked up, blazing with incredulous fury. “You expect me to sign this.” he said. “You expect us to sign it, uncle? To have it suggested that I invited Bolingbroke here to depose me- to legitimise his treason?”

“When  it is become treason to claim one’s rights then there is something rotten with the kingdom,” York said sharply. 

“Henry Bolingbroke has no right to dictate the actions of his King”

“When the King is little better than a spoiled child who cannot share his toys clearly someone needs to.” York retorted. “That letter offers you a chance to save face, to claim you saw the error of your ways and begged for help righting yourself!”

Richard stopped pacing and glared at him. York gripped his own fingers more tightly but refused to look away or back down. That, much to his surprise, actually seemed to calm the King: Richard closed his eyes and exhaled softly, pressing a palm to his forehead before glancing at the papers in his hand again. “We need some time to think.”

“You have none,” York said, “The Earl of Northumberland is less than subtlety hinting that Henry ought to take your head, and he is far from the only person who wouldn’t care if Henry usurped and killed you. I’m not convinced that Henry knows what it is he’s after, so if you start making things difficult then there is every chance-”

“Henry wants to be King. He always has.” Richard’s gaze dropped bitterly to his hand as he splayed out his fingers and looked at his coronation ring. “Perhaps we should let him. Resign the crown to him, and ourself to the grave-”

“There’s no need for melodrama. You’re faced with a crisis, yes, but hardly your own crucifixion.”

His uncle’s tart tone almost made Richard snort with laughter. It wasn’t that it was amusing, as such. It was that he suddenly thought of Aumerle. Of how a little less than an hour ago he had performed similar melodramatics for York’s son and won soft kisses, rather than harsh words, for his efforts. He found himself thinking of Aumerle’s hands on his arm, on his face, how nice it had been- how nice it had been to hold his sobbing kinsman in his arms and know that someone needed Richard, wanted Richard. And that thought was interrupted by the notion that if York knew what he was thinking- if York knew that if Northumberland hadn’t come to play Henry’s errand boy and announce the Duke of York’s coming when he had, then right now Richard would be with York’s son in the first moderately comfortable bedchamber they could have found in this woefully ill equipped, empty castle. He would have fucked Aumerle until they had both forgotten about everything except each other- and if York knew that Richard was thinking all of these things, his uncle probably would crucify him, or at least join Northumberland in less than subtly hinting to Henry that he ought to have his head hacked off. 

What York would never be able to understand was that for Richard, in many ways losing his head would be preferable to losing even a fraction of his power. He was the King. The King existed to rule. If he signed away ‘the burden of government’ to other people then he might as well stop existing. The papers he had been had outlined a proposal that Henry be created Lord Protector, that he govern Richard because Richard was incapable of governing by himself...

Essentially, it was the Appellants all over again.

It wasn’t fair. Why could they not just let him be? He was ruling exactly as he was meant to- he had to be. They had anointed him, God’s chosen representative on Earth, he had been born to-

This. 

It had all led him to this. His uncle looking at him with that wet, anxious look of his that meant Richard had to wrestle down an overwhelming urge to punch him, because if he had done his job and arrested Bolingbroke for setting foot on English soil contrary to the King’s very clear and specific prohibition on him doing exactly that then none of this would be happening. “If I refuse to cooperate?” he said, “Will Henry kill me and claim the crown through right of conquest?” He was completely at his cousin’s mercy, he knew that. He had known it from the moment that he had learned Henry was coming for him with an army whilst his own had fled, but there was still some part of him that held out hope that his uncle would cry : of course not! This is all just a suggestion, and if you want to tell Harry to go jump in the Thames and drown, he will of course do so straight away...

York remained silent. Richard’s stomach twisted. 

I don’t want to die, he thought, and felt sick. He wanted to want to. He wanted to want to go out with his head held high, spitting defiance at the traitors who would burn in hell for all eternity after matyring their own king and kinsman. But at the end, it seemed, the Earl of Arundel had been right all along. 

Richard was a coward. 

He closed his eyes. It would only be for a short while, he told himself. He only had to play along until he could raise the support to crush Harry underfoot and confiscate every inch of property belonging to Lancaster, to Northumberland- to anyone else who preferred his cousin to him- fine! Let them enjoy it while it lasted; he would leave them with nothing but ash! “Well then, Uncle,” he said, as he opened his eyes and forced back the tears that prickled across their surface. “It would appear that we need to borrow a pen.”

#Richard ii #long post #fanfiction #puppet king au #chapter one #the Duke of York #sex mention tw #suicide ideation tw #to be safe? #Richard is a mess and we've barely gotten started yet #happy new year!

[harlockauxillia30k-blog]

The Fall of the Centauri System

It was a miracle they arrived in time.

The imperial fists could not stay, but they left a sizable group of army troops and armor to reinforce the Centauri worlds. Our standing orders were to hold the worlds for as long as possible to delay traitor legions advancing on Terra. Likely, there were some traitor elements in Terra’s system right now, but as recon units, kill teams, strike forces. The main group was still en-route.

Harlock walked down the transport ramp to behold his old home. Almost 800 years of combat service created a lot of space for things to change. House Galm’s central spire spawned multiple smaller support spires, each as grand as House Gloriana’s, as the central one clamoured up to the heavens like the tower of Babel.

Harlock gestured to his men. “The colonel wants you moving out on the double! Our lords watch us now, do not ashame them! Move!”

Captain Spektor approached Harlock and saluted. “Greetings Major. my company is ready to redeploy. What news of our position?”

Harlock sighed. “House Galm is taking all the experienced troops to defend its spire-base. We have section 37. I don’t know how we intend to oppose enemy landings but right now it looks like our role will be purely defensive in nature.

Spektor tabbed a holo map and examined section 37. “Then lets hope we don’t fight against the iron warriors.”

“Or the world eaters” Harlock offered.

“Or the Sons of Horus.” Spektor continued. They both stopped at that, chuckling.

“We haven’t won a significant engagement since we’ve been deployed. Our imperial army units die like dogs en-masse, and only occasionally do we wound a traitor legion enough to be considered tactically relevant. The elite Solar Auxillia perhaps have a chance, sir, but we don’t rate like that. Most of my young men are more terrified of these warriors of chaos than they were when the war broke out.” Spektor said, matter-of-factly.

“Are you saying your giving up, Captain?”

“No. I’m saying we’re going to lose here, and we’ll all likely die.”

Harlock considered that for a moment.

“Then, considering the alternatives, this will be a good death. Surrounded by our comrades on soil that is our own, fighting to defend our people.”

Spektor cut him off. “Don’t remind me of our people. What if the Emperor Children are involved here?”

Harlock frowned. “Captain, you’ve gained enough ranks in this army to know when we are given an order, we do not question, we just obey to the best of our ability.”

Spektor begrudgingly agreed. “Yes, sir. We’ll show you what hard fighting noble Centauri riflemen are made of.”

With resignation to their grim task, the 2nd Centauri marched through its home. Instead of being met like a conquering parade, the common folk seemed terrified, malnourished, and poor. Few if any showed up to watch them.

In time, the column stopped before the thresh-hold of the Galm spire.Upon the steps, a man in a regal purple and gold robe awaited them.

“I am the speaker of House Galm! Welcome, defenders! Officers must follow me to meet with our lordship in the high courts. Soldiers, are to go their assigned positions. Glory to Centauri!”

Harlock, Colonel Galente, and three captains of the 2nd Centauri stepped forward.

“Your ‘captains’ are insignificant. Let them organize the rabble!” the speaker declared.

Spektor snorted at this- a mechanical sound, and in a voice that was not his own shouted “Sod off you limey bastard!”

Much of the common soldier got a chuckle out of this as Harlock and the Colonel crossed the threshold into the palatial spire.

“Never actually been inside the Galm spire.” Harlock said, looking around.

“Harlock, this is sensitive ground. Don’t do anything inflammatory.”

The major looked at the colonel. “Of course sir. I doubt we’d have time to seduce any more of their princesses.”

Galente massaged his temple. “Ah... at any rate, lets keep moving.”

As the pair advanced up the spire, they noticed increasingly complex metal statuetes, twisting beams of various minerals, and brighter and brighter colours towards the top of the ballroom. Behind Harlock, there were perhaps three other sets of colonels and majors from other, newer Centauri regiments that Harlock did not recognize.

At last, they reached the top, and stepped into the court chambers, aided by a series of lifts.

Sitting atop a throne of gold and silver, an immense man of absolute corpulence shifted in his seat to regard the newcomers, adorned in regal colours and fine tailoring. All around, the socialites of House Galm  stood arranged in various positions, grinning at the new arrivals. Harlock did not bother to look for his long lost beloved; she was dead. Everyone he knew on this planet was dead. It had been 800 years, and this felt as alien as any strange new human culture on the periphery.

“Soldiers of Centauri, you have bled across the stars in my name. I am your overlord, Master Vellam Galm. Welcome to my eternity tower. In here, you will see everything you strive to be. Perhaps, through total devotion to me, you may attain some measure of what you see before you.”

The overlord of Centauri prime extended a hand, pinkish from its pampering, and a filled goblet of wine was promptly deposited therein.

Behind the lot of Imperial forces, one man walked forward, frowning.

“Sir, I’m General Storm, here to supervise your planets defense. Let’s skip formalities and get to the point. We need to redeploy troops- they’ll do no good sitting on castle walls while your cities fall. I propose two task forces-”

“No. You command nothing. I rule here.”

Harlock looked between the two. General Storm was not your run of the mill do-nothing general. A part of his face was deeply scarred- so much you could see the outline of bone, while his left leg and arm had been replaced by cybernetics which the general did not bother to hide,

“I have a bloody mandate, from the high LORDS, and from Rogal Bloody DORN, that this world is to be fortified as I see fit. I’m not asking, I’m telling you- I dont give a singular damn about your god damn dynasty, or right to rule, or any of that garbage. You’re sitting next to bloody Terra! The throne! Your her last line of defense- and I’ll be thrice dead before I see Terra fall because I failed in my duty. Surrender your household and defense troops to me at once. I’ll be sure to post guards to keep you safe.”

Lord Galm grimaced, his face contorting as he did so, and lightly discarded is goblet of wine upon the ground, pushing himself up from his throne with surprising ease.

“I have a primarch I answer to as well.”

Storm stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “And who the hell is that? Crusade command didn't tell me about anything like that?”

Galm’s voice seemed to change ever so slightly. “Lord Fulgrim, of course.” the overlord said, before stabbing into the general with alarming speed for a man of his girth.

Storm fell to the ground, and the remaining Imperial loyalists brandished their blades and weapons.

“Join me, warriors, or suffer for my pleasure.”

Harlock looked again at many of the lords and ladies. They grinned with unnaturally long smiles. A few of the women at a second glance seemed wholly unnatural, sporting strange horns atop their heads, bizarre disfigured hand-claws, and small devilish tails.

“My eternal master, Fulgrim offers you to join in his crusade against Terra. Long have the high lords and their emperor ruled above us, and long have we yearned to be free. Now, we are, and it is glorious. Submit yourselves, and become more powerful than ever before.”

Harlock, with weapons in hand. trembled.

To his credit, another, old colonel of the guard, pointed his bolt pistol at the morbid figure of the master of house Galm, and fired three shots into its head- perfectly aimed- only for them to bounce off a glowing pink energy field.

“I see. Regrettable. But we can still have our fun.”

In a hair of a second, daemonettes of the court, adorned in their pleasant dresses and frills, threw themselves at the imperials, cackling and screaming with delight.

“FUCK!” Harlock shouted, as they fell upon him. His best parrying and dodges seemed slow by comparison, and he was cut and nicked at by the creatures, who chittered and hummed in an alluring, alien way.

“Ah, Is that Jan Harlock? Excellent, Ladies, spare him for last. I will see him thoroughly defiled before he dies. Feel free to take his hands though, if you must.”

To his left, Colonel Galente fired wildly with his hotshot laspistol, swinging like mad as a daemonette in a lovely white dress ducked and weaved, until his arm was grasped with a claw, snapping the bone and forcing him to drop the gun. Her other hand precisely dislocated his shoulder, while it pinned it to his back. Galente screamed in agony as his arms were twisted around, as the daemonette took him from the fray, and began waltzing about the ballroom, screaming with laughter and pleasure, as the cult of Galm gave appreciative applause.

“Oh ho! Quick, play some music, this is an invigorating display!”

Shortly, some did, as the Imperial party fell one by one. some killed by their dancing partners before taking to the waltz, others screaming in agony as they died slow deaths in the arms of their daemonette partners.

Harlock was doing his best to duel with the daemonette before him, but even compared to inhuman strength and dexterity of an astartes warrior, this thing was like nothing he could imagine. It did not speak, but he could hear feminine voices in the back of his mind. Subtle whispers to submit, to caress, to lust and to hunger.

Harlock aimed his plasma pistol at his colonel, and fired a shot into the mans back, at last killing him, then flung himself towards the door, being struck in the leg for his efforts, but at last at the door to the ballroom. Daemonettes were hot on heels every step of the way, and he dueled and parried with a pair of them as he descended the steps, never landing a hit, always receiving some little cut, or wound for his trouble.

Over a spire mounted laudhailer, he heard: “Where are you running, Master Harlock? Do not leave your dance partners waiting. I thought you fancied Galm girls. Don’t you find these to your liking?”

As Harlock progressed down, he began to notice odd behavior from the daemons. They flickered, and seemed irritated or in pain. Eventually, they could follow him no further, and instead beckoned upon their step, exposing their lithe bodies and emitting gentle moans.

The whispers in Harlock’s head screamed to grasp them, but he knew better. Whatever these... things were, they were not human, and they were... bound, somehow, to the upper floors.

Harlock keyed his vox-com, and despite some jamming, got through to imperial lines. It was complete madness; entire regiments had begun suddenly attacking one another. The house guard used its position to fire upon imperial army units on lower sections, and a few emperors children marines had already been spotted. Centauri Prime had fallen long, long ago.

“All units of the 2nd Centauri Rifles, try to get to the promenade! Meet me at the Gloriana-Galm crossing!”

As Harlock shouted this, several Galm house troops arrived with ornate armor, guns, and a strange symbol upon their cuirasses. Harlock stabbed, shot, and weaved his way through the small fire team with ease; for all their equipment, the house troops were inexperienced policemen compared to his years of hard combat.

When he at last arrived at the crossing, a large stone bridge connecting Spire Galm and Spire Gloriana, he saw that he had already lost perhaps a company to the betrayal.

“This is the plan lads. There’s a private shuttle on Spire Gloriana big enough for the lot of us. We go there, get that shuttle, then call for a planet killer from fleet.”

The assembled soldiers looked ready to mutiny. “We cannot descecrate our home!” one shouted. “Call for reinforcement!” sounded another.

Harlock frowned. “Fine, but we’re getting out of here. We must cross this bridge, then go to the hangar. I know the way!”

The major and his men followed. Dienes and Spektor behind him, as he sprinted across the crossing. On the other side, an old woman flanked by noise marines awaited.

“Harlock, it is good that you’ve come home. Surrender now and we will accept you back into our house. That, and you’ll need to have a short ritual for our patron god Slaanesh.”

Harlock was nearly in tears. Her robe suggested she was the matriarch of Gloriana.

“Madam I cannot, and if you do not move I must strike you down.”

“Hm. I doubt that. Guards!”

The two noise marines stepped forward. Cheerfully, one spoke up. “Greetings, Star Rifles. Things shall get loud now.”

It keyed its weapon, and the world screamed out in agony as every vibration of sound ripped at the eardrums. Every fibre of Harlock’s being lurched in pain. He knew he would soon collapse.

“Thats... enough of that you noisy fucking git!” Dienes shouted, managing despite it all to raise his meltagun, and advance.

“Tech-sergeant-” Harlock managed to croak, before dropping to his knees from the sound. Other star riflemen, unable to take the abuse, flung them from the crossing to their deaths hundreds of meters below.

“You DARE interrupt?!” the emperors children astarte declared, upset beyond all measure.

“Yes sir I do.” Dienes replied, as his own ears burst violently with red gore, he hefted his meltagun and fired it, pointblank, into the noise marines helmet, killing it instantly.

“That, I’m afraid, is frankly unacceptable sergeant.” The matriarch of Gloriana said, and with her own laspistol, fired four rounds into Dienes’ chest, killing him.

“DIENES!” Harlock shouted, pushing himself up.

“Men of Centauri! Charge!”

Throwing himself forward despite the other marines best efforts, Harlock and his comrades fired upon the marine and the matriarch. A combination of plasma rounds, las bolts, and a lucky blade hit, brought the marine down laughing, leaving only the shielded matriarch.

“Leave her to me men, get on that shuttle!” Harlock shouted, exchanging blows with her force-baton.

“Afraid not, sir.” Spektor said, stepping up.

“With respect, I was born to kill noble poofs like this. Get the men to the hangar, only you know the way.”

Spektor gave the matriarch a slight bow. “Madam, I’ll be killing you today.”

The Matriarch laughed. “The galaxy will burn in the fires of passion. Come machine-man. Let us dance.”

Harlock and his men fought through the spire of his home. They struck down servitors, turrets, and house guards, but at last, they reached the hangar. Some had died on the way, but the better part of two companies remained, choking the stairs with their massed bodies.

“Follow me men!” Harlock shouted, rushing into the opening hangar doors, the regimental standard following in behind.

Inside the hangar, a full company of Galm house guards stood arrayed, with their guns aimed at Harlock’s forces. Leading them, the same corpulent master of House galm, now in a parody of a military uniform.

“Good day, Harlock! You did not think we monitored your vox call? Thank you for ridding me of Lady Gloriana. Now this spire is mine as well. We cannot, I’m afraid, let you leave though. You were so rude to my ladies.”

“What the HELL were those?!” Harlock shouted, his off hand gesturing for his men to take cover behind the door behind his back.

“The ignorant speak of them as daemons, but they are the angels of my house. Bound to the holy doorway we built for them. It is through one such door my old Fulgrim will come soon, and reward me for gifting him this star system. Our orgies and celebrations will be legendary. One last chance, you could make for a fine daemonhost.”

Harlock grimaced. “I’m going murder your lousy house guard by the bushell. I’m going to get fleet on the horn, and watch your spires burned to ash. I’m going to give a prayer to my lord the emperor for the souls you’ve consumed, but before all of that, I’m going to rip that fat, disgusting, disfigured insult to the human race you call a body, for all your demonspawn scions to see. You sick, depraved bastard.”

The lord of house Galm frowned. “Ki-” it said, before Harlock jumped aside to some crates, screaming “CENTAURI, FIRE!” as he did so.

A dazzling series of shots shot out across the hangar exploded in violence. Harlock crept about, knowing that his target would be happy enough to sit and watch the battle. Carefully, he leaned and aimed his plasma pistol.

“There! Pistol! Protect your lord!” A galm guardsman shouted, and shortly after lances of hot lasfire ripped into Harlock’s crate.

“Feth!”

From behind, Harlock heard Captain Markus shouted, rallying the men. “The Major is pinned! Centauri, we have the numbers. Follow me to undying glory, for Emperor, and Imperium! Charge!”

A stream of black and red uniforms stormed into the hangar. Proud men of the 2nd Centauri advanced, bayonets affixed, into the line of the enemy, firing fully-auto as they advanced. Lasbolts streamed like crimson lightning between the two forces, and a terrible melee was beheld. In the midst of it, the lord of house Galm laughed, quivering about in his uniform. Tendrils emerged from his sack of flesh, and launched out on all sides, strangling Harlocks riflemen. A half dozen men fired point blank at his shield, with no effect, shots and bayonets deflected easily.

“SLAANESH MY MASTER, WILL NOT BE DENIED!” it bellowed in an animalistic roar, continuing its onslaught against Harlock’s men. Soldiers died on all sides in the dozens.

Harlock got up, readied his sword, and stepped into the fray, dispatching every Galm soldier he came across with his vengeful sword.

“GALM! YOU SON OF A BITCH! FACE ME!” Harlock bellowed, standing atop the corpses of a throng of Centauri Star Riflemen.

Lord Galm glanced upon the officer, so small compared to his enormity, and ripped a man it held by its tendrils into pieces.

“There is no escape Harlock. Your drop zone is overrun. There are no reinforcements to be had. Your star rifles will die in this hangar. Your tech adepts were ripped asunder and violated by my Chosen. All is nothing before Slaanesh, my GOD!”

Harlock blinked. Oh no. The landing zone depot. Melissa...

Galm laughed and threw Captain Markus’ disembodied head at the major. “I think you’re running out of command staff, Major!” Galm roared.

Harlock said nothing, dashing amidst the tendrils and slashing and shooting madly.

The tendrils were fast and razor sharp, slicing through the air with unknowable violence. Soldiers that followed Harlock in who did not dodge as he did were knocked back or bifurcated in twain, their organs spilling onto the floor.

Somewhere, a shout. “For the regiment! Shoot that thing! Open fire!”

Las fire started arching out and into the shield from all directions. Harlock ducked and rolled, smashing his blade against its energy field as around him, the last of the Galm guardsmen died, and squads of Riflemen stormed in to stab at the abomination.

One man, Sergeant Hendricks, was disemboweled by a freakish appendage. Another, Private Miles, stabbed his lasgun with such force it passed through the shield and jabbed into Galm’s side, causing a pink-purple sludge to trickle out like bloody ichor, before his shield reactivated and cut off Private Miles’ arms.

A medic, Janthor Mannus, cut at the creatures tendrils with a buzz-saw tool attached to his gauntlet. He sawed three of the tendrils off, before one at last ripped his very face from its skull.

Three marksmen, perched atop the box Harlock had hid behind by the door, now fired incessantly at Galm’s head, with one of their shots even passing through the shield to burn its eye.

Harlock, at last, landed a hit himself; running his blade along the power field at last he felt it give way and depress in. Harlock capitalized and jabbed deep, inflicting a massive flesh wound.

“Emperor guide my blade!” Harlock shouted, stabbing further, aiming for the heart, before he felt the shield begin to return, and pull back.

Lord Galm bled profusely from his wounds, and began speaking in tongues as his body’s ornate dress uniform became soaked in filth and ichor.

“Slaanesh will p-punish you, harlock!”

“Open fire, open fire men!”

Harlocks remaining soldiers opened up a fusillade, emptying magazines of lasgun charge packs, picking up fallen brothers weapons to also empty into lord Galm. At last, eventually, the noble lord let out one final inhuman scream, and collapsed.

Harlock leaned on his sword, nearly exhausted. The vast majority of his forces lay dead fighting the abomination. From the hangar bay door, a stream of Gloriana and Galm house troops arrived, firing madly, killing the three sharpshooters first, due to their proximity to the door.

“Everyone, get to the shuttle!”

Harlock ran as fast as he could, firing his plasma pistol behind him, toward the hangar’s main feature; a large, well built Centauri Drop Ship, finely furnished for a Gloriana getaway, now the loyalists only hope of survival.

By the time he reached the shuttle there were a total of 7 men left alive in his regiment. Two were gunned down steps away from the shuttle ramp, leaving Harlock 5.

“Get in, Come on!”

He saw that none of them knew how to fly the machine, and gritted his teeth. “Cover the ramp, I’ll get us out of here!”

The major fired until his Plasma pistol shut itself down overheating, and left his men to exchange fire.

Running to the controls, they were blissfully simple in the ancient Centauri style. Combined with what he knew from Klicke, he was able to quickly get the engines online and familiarize himself with the dated controls, as well as raise the shuttle ramp.

Wasting no time, Harlock gently guided the ship out of the hangar, ignoring spire-mounted turrets that fired at the ships shields. Harlock sped away, toward the Imperial landing zone in the star port. He had to know if anyone else was still alive.

Hovering over the landing zone, Harlock saw that indeed there was some resistance; a barricaded warehouse was fighting off groups of house guards and even a pair of traitor astartes. Whirring up the shuttle cannons, Harlock fired at the group- inaccurately, to be sure, but close enough to destroy a marine and several of their lesser infantry elements. Between the warehouse and Harlock’s makeshift gunship, the forces of chaos were broken, and fell back.

Desperately, Harlock landed the ship roughly next to the warehouse, and moved to the back. There, he saw a pair of his survivors being tended to, in critical condition. “We’ll be safe soon, lads. You three, follow me.” Harlock said, too busy to mourn the losses of so many of his fellow men.

With the soldiers in tow, Harlock advanced on the warehouse. “Come on, get inside, we’re getting out of here!” Harlock called, and at this, the doors opened, revealing two dozen tech adepts with a few cyborg-skitarii bodyguards and several more servitors, all armed to the teeth with advanced weaponry. Among them, wounded but alive, stood Melissa.

“They slaughtered everyone- I- there were so many...” she began, but Harlock simply pushed her towards the ship. “We’re evacuating! Come on lets move!”

As soon as all were aboard, the shuttle lifted off, capable of breaking the atmosphere of the planet, it careened off into the void, toward a very confused cruiser, the ‘Angelus’

It did not take long to convince the Angelus to begin firing on the Galm spires, as proof of the treachery was everywhere; small warp signatures were forming across the capitol, fires from battles lit up the surface, and Harlock’s unit was not the first to flee the surface. With Storm dead, command fell to Captain Harper, of the Angelus, who opened fire upon the capitol, reducing it to a charnel ruin.

The remainder of imperial forces not yet engaged on the planets, dourly began to evacuate, as elements of the traitor 3rd Legion jumped into high orbit. Klaxons blared, and Imperial ships departed. All that remained of the 2nd Centauri Star Rifles was a handful of men- not enough to form a squad, and Major Harlock.

By the time the Angelus returned to the Sol system, the Siege of Terra would be well underway.

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