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skyahri · 20 days

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Soul |Ryomen Sukuna X Reader| HC

Summary: Sukuna meets the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved.

Warnings: Implications of sex? Female pronouns. Reincarnation. Fear and anxiety.

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"Rin..."

It came out like word vomit before Yuuji could even process what he was saying.

You looked at him, confused. Your name wasn't Rin and you'd never met this man before. Who did he think you were?

He slapped a hand over his mouth. Sukuna had forced his way to the surface just to ramble out a name? In all these years as his vessel, he'd never done something so trivial.

Sensing the flicker of cursed energy, Gojo, Megumi, and Nobara prepared themselves. It'd been a while since Sukuna had tried anything. Some sort of pact he'd formed with Yuuji kept him mostly content, although they weren't sure what it entailed.

It happened in the blink of an eye; Sukuna had taken over and stood directly in front of you, one hand flat on your chest and the other on your face.

"Rin... I could never forget the feel of your soul."

Your heartbeat fastened. An overwhelming feeling of fear fell onto you, rendering you unable to move.

What would you be able to do anyway? He's a God, and you had no abilities outside of actually seeing the damn things.

You had no idea what he was talking about. Your name isn't Rin and you'd never had any kind of encounter with either men until just now.

Megumi tried to move forward, but Gojo stuck an arm out in front of him. Something was off about the way Sukuna was acting, and he didn't think it was threatening.

It would be best to see how this played out instead of possibly starting a war that was never meant to begin in the first place.

"What are you doing? We can't let her-"

"Hold on."

They watched as Sukuna looked you up and down, inspecting your robes, hair, and face with a certain softness. His face was still hard and his movements still confident, but there was just that feeling.

"You look so different, but thats to be expected. Are you fairing well?"

You swallowed hard. His delicate touch did nothing to soothe your nerves. If anything, it only confused you more. He was tucking your hair behind your ear, giving you some sort of smile, and yet you feared he was going to rip your heart right out of your body.

"Um..."

Really, how were you supposed to respond? What sort of answer was he expecting? What were the consequences if you were to answer incorrectly?

Were you meant to comment on how you supposedly looked different? Was it your features? Your clothes? Your haircut?

"I'm scared."

Sukuna paused. You were horrified to have answered wrong, and now you could only hope he wouldn't kill you.

But he did something unexpected; he laughed. A thick, hardy chuckle that made your blood run cold.

Was this the end? How pitiful. Slain on a random Tuesday afternoon all because you wanted to meet up with an old friend. That's not a proper death.

"A thousand years and countless reincarnations, yet you still know how to make me laugh."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You only had a moment to panic before a lifetime of memories filled your mind.

You remember the time before modern civilization when you relied on hunting in the woods and crops from the neighbor's farm.

You remembered your parents, siblings, friends, and other villagers. You remember your home on the outskirts of town just against the forest line.

But most importantly, you remember Sukuna.

You remember meeting him as a human, and then several years later as a curse. You faced off against him, and although you couldn't beat him in the end, you'd come close enough to earn his respect.

He stood above you, two arms crossed, one on his hip, and the other outstretched to offer you a hand up.

Who were you to refuse such a gesture from the king of curses?

He allowed you to join his temple alongside other followers of his with the condition you devoted yourself to him entirely. The offer was presented as a choice, but the alternative was death, so any reservations you had were null.

You wanted to go with him anyway, but that's beside the point.

From the very beginning of your journey with him, it was made clear to everyone that you were 'special' and not to be bothered.

This fact didn't hold up too well with some of the others, but what were they to do about it? Argue with Sukuna? Tell him they were more deserving of his attention? How pathetic.

He allowed you privileges that would only ever be known to you, like dining with him or joining him on trips. These small pleasantries became grand ones, like sharing his bed and allowing him to claim you.

Your relationship was equal from then on. You were not just a follower of his anymore. He was just as devoted to you as you are to him, and he ensured you knew it.

He'd always make sure to tell you how special you were, that he was taking his time with you and granting you pleasure. How you were his favorite, and no one else could even compare. How others had not been so lucky in the past.

He'd escort you to and from the hot springs, have humans bring you flowers and jewelry, and allow you to see the most vulnerable aspects of him.

He promised his love for you would never die, and here he is a millennia later proving true to his words.

Once the unrelenting onslaught of memories subsided, your hands met his- one still on your chest feeling your heartbeat, and the other slid partway into your hair- and all you could do was appreciate his presence.

You stared up at him. His face was different, but that intense look in his eyes was all the proof you needed that he was still the same man from all those years ago.

Tears beaded up in your eyes and quickly dripped down your cheeks. Crying had never been your thing in the past, but you didn't care to stuff the feelings down. Such a reunion was an occasion enough.

"My love," you whispered.

He leaned his forehead down to meet yours.

"My Queen."

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answer2jeff · 3 months

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fixer-upper. // lip gallagher

lip x biker-girl!OC

warnings : public sex, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, light to rough hair-pulling, unestablished relationship, intense and obvious flirting, porn with plot and detail, mentions of smoking (tobacco), cursing, OC is just as full of herself as Lip, knows she's a bitch, kinda has a weird sense of possessiveness over him?? clunky and overly detailed writing with a journaling/diary style.

authors note : trying something a little different! using the first person POV with an original character. first time writing this way—still getting the hang of it <3 this is REALLY long...sorry.

song : beauty school.

disclaimer : you can picture the OC however you like! her name is really just used for aesthetic purposes. there isn't much description on her appearance other than the fact that her hair is long enough to put it in a ponytail. enjoy!

Great. Fucking great.

One of my tires is punctured. The visor in my helmet is cracked. My elbows are etched with surface level scratches and dried blood. And the engine cover of my bike has finally snapped off. I had it coming. It was an old piece of rusty junk from my cousins garage sale from 2012, anyway. But it had charm. I knew I was gonna miss that bike for the good couple of hours, possibly days, I would reluctantly end up leaving it in a repair shop down the street from my apartment.

I can hear the squelch of skin, the seal between my hot breath and sweaty skin breaking as lift my helmet from my head. I hope to feel a rush of cool air, but the humidity tells me to go fuck myself. I'm pulled over onto the curb. I can't totally remember how I got there; being in the middle of the street on a scorching summer day wearing denim shorts that chafe up my inner thighs and rub my skin until it is raw and red and unbearably itchy, was not my vision for today. My handlebars are loose. That would explain it.

If I just take it to Born Free Cycles, leave it overnight, and come back in the morning, I can act like this whole thing never happened, and I'm not horribly irresponsible.

40th West View Ave.

Oh. I'm close actually. Barely a block away. I should go there now. I can call Mikey and have him drop me and the bike off at the garage. I'll see that kid with the grown out buzz-cut and black motor grease on his knuckles that somehow always transfers and blots on his face. Specifically on his strong jaw and right before the peak of his hairline. I wonder if he notices. Maybe he doesn't clean it off because it gives him edge that he doesn't need. Like the nickname on his name tag on a black uniform hadn't given his thirst for trouble away already. And the circles under his eyes are almost the same shade of smudged charcoal grey.

I wonder if he notices.

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"So the engine cover popped? Just—" he shrugs, looking up at me as if I can't understand him "clean off?"

The sunlight bleeds in through the open garage door. It shines behind Lip, casting a shadow that makes his face hard to see perfectly. But I know the look he's conveying. His eyebrows are raised but drawn slightly closer together, his teeth are gnawing at the inside of his cheek so he can stifle a smile and the laugh that will follow soon after, and his blinks remain slow. I try not to smile too. But I fail.

I've only been here about 3 times, really. The first time was to get handlebar grips from Eddie. That was when I saw Lip. I chose not to make any kind of move, but it ate at my insides until the second time. That time was with Mikey. I was preoccupied with the blue-eyed kid, propped up on a workbench and throwing mindless flirty implications at him while he took long drags from a cigarette, to remember why Mikey was even doing there and why he dragged me along with him. His laugh, the playful eye-roll after I complimented his sweat-laden blonde curls weighed down by heat humidity, told me he was on board.

But I wasn't done.

I knew this time I'd pounce for what was mine.

"Yeah," I breathe out, crossing my arms and peering down at him, "And I mighta' been redlining the RPM a little too much. Probably fried the fucking thing."

Lip nods, the corner of his mouth curling up just a bit. He beckons his hand toward himself, telling me to kneel down beside him to inspect the bike. "This things kinda old, huh?" He teases, turning his head to me and finally letting a real smile break. It warms something in me. I shrug. He glances at my white tank-top, covered in black stains of dirt and oil.

"It's not great, no. It's a piece of shit. But it's cute!" I play along with him, taking the hairband on my wrist and twisting my hair into a high ponytail. Lip huffs though his nose, shaking his head and laughing again.

The next couple of minutes are filled with him telling me things I already know. Things I was too exhausted to manage on my own, defeating the whole purpose of why I was here. Fuck the bike. I know what's wrong with the bike. I know it's an old piece of junk and it's barely salvageable. You should know why I'm here. And maybe you do. But you should do something about it.

Lip has this way of speaking to me that feels ridiculously sweet and overly 'cool.' I know it's just his cadence and his cockiness, but I like it. I like that he thinks it makes me swoon. Partially because he's right, but mostly because I've mastered hiding it. He doesn't see my heart pound or the rising heat in my abdomen when he cracks his knuckles or puts a hand on my shoulder and let's it travel down to the small of my back when I crouch down beside him to look at another motorcycle he's trying to save. I'm almost certain he convinces himself that my gestures are nothing more than a meaningless flirt. I simply find him attractive, as does everyone. Nothing more.

But he's got it all wrong.

He knows my intentions somewhat well enough to the point where he can't not flirt back, though. He knows I haven't stopped him from letting his eyes travel from mine to my lips whenever I speak. He likes that I let him light my cigarettes for me. But he doesn't know this isn't just for fun. I'm so hyper-aware that it isn't out of the kindness of his heart. And neither are his compliments and lame jokes he makes to impress me. He treats my attraction to him as fact, but my genuine interest as a possibility.

Again, he's wrong.

I can't wrap my head around how he could reciprocate my efforts without ever pushing the envelope and asking to exchange numbers, or if I had a boyfriend, or maybe he had one of his own. No, no. He'd tell me if he had a girlfriend. He is, above all else, loyal.

Lip's what I want. I meant when I said his hair looked nice. I meant when I gave him a 20-dollar gratuity and a peck on his cheek just for giving me a repair cost estimate on my shattered headlight. I smile any time he says my name: Maeve.

Hey Maeve, back so soon, huh?

Hand me that box, Maeve.

Y'alright, Maeve?

Yo, Maeve, wanna bum one?

Maeve, Maeve, Maeve.

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"Think you'll be back tomorrow to pick it up? No rush, though. I can keep it 'till you're ready," Lip asks me, leaning against the wooden workbench littered with microfiber towels and tools. His swell arms are crossed to his chest. I nod, coating my fingertips with a thin film of spin while I fish out some cash from my beat up faux leather wallet.

"A-huh. Thanks," I hand him 6 twenties before glancing at the opening of his button-down uniform.

The corner of my mouth lifts itself into a knowing smirk, my hand on my hip as I shift my weight to it, making my chest stick out and my spine bend correspondingly. My lips hang open a measly centimeter apart before I draw the bottom one between my teeth. I watch him sort through the cash, biting down harder on the flesh of my lip when he freezes.

"Looks like you're a good 15 short," he barely mumbles, looking up at me through his eyelashes. His brows narrow down to me again. I click my tongue coyly. I step closer to him, my hand, with fingernails painted black, pushing the cash in his palms down and his arms down with it.

"About that..." I pause, tilting my head with a look of naivety and not bothering to push away the strand of hair that has fallen from my ponytail and over my eye. Instead, I wait and let Lip set the pile of cash down and draw the curtain of my hair open to reveal my face. My stomach twists on itself, and I can practically feel his chest rising and falling with every anxious breath in my own lungs.

I beg to whatever higher power lies above us in this garage that a kiss will work. Not that it usually doesn't, but my form isn't as confident as it typically would be. The guys I wrap around my finger aren't as driven as Lip is. And God, none of them are part of my tantalizing daydreams nearly as often as he is. I picture his rough hands exploring me, squeezing and rubbing over the valleys of my skin. I imagine his breath is hot with the taste of mint and cigarettes. Every part of me wants to know if my predictions are accurate. If he's the type to sink his teeth into my neck and shoulder blades just to apologize to the reddening skin with open-mouthed kisses. The anticipation kills me. It's enough to swallow me whole.

"...Maybe I can pay you back a different way?"

I barely whisper and Lip scoffs, glancing away from my gaze, scanning the area just for it to be completely empty. He comes back to me. His eyes go a little wider than before. Almost to say, 'oh shit, you're serious?' I stick my tongue between my teeth and tug on his uniform, feeling the fabric rub between my sweaty fingertips. My eyes watch Lip's adam's apple bob as he swallows a breath.

"Yeah?" He thumbs my bottom lip and pulls it down, his free hand traveling down to my hip and pulling me closer to him, "what were y'thinking, Maeve?"

"Mmmm," I hum while pressing my hand against his chest while the other cups his cheek, and I let the pad of my thumb graze over the grove of his defined cheekbones. "Dunno yet."

My teasing is much to Lip's dismay, but he handles it quite well. It's sobering to see a guy as seemingly self-involved and easily impressed play into my mind games. It only pushes me further, and he knows it. I crash my lips into his, my hands anchoring themselves on his shoulders for support. He sighs into me, a hand reaching down to hook a finger through the belt loop of my shorts and drag me closer to him. His hand cups my cheek and pulls me into his mouth to let his tongue slip past my own. And he tastes just as I expected. Minty, smoky, and mine. I practically grind my self onto him in complete desperation, feeling him harden under me. Every roll of his hips threatens to send me over the edge. And fuck, his muffled groans of pleasure against my mouth that ring in my ears are hypnotic. But even with his sturdy, growing buldge forcing the fabric of my shorts to press roughly on my clit, I need this to last.

Blissfully and ever so slowly.

I finally pull away to catch my breath, the buck of our waists slowing down. My head feels fuzzy and heat rises in my cheeks when I open my eyes to see how flushed Lip's face is. Even the tips of his ears have turned a little red. I smile, giggling like a teenager who just kissed her crush in a closet at a house party as a dare. He laughs back in a way that asks 'what are we even doing?'

"Thought you had a boyfriend."

I pause, my eyebrows knitted. I try to think of who he could possibly be referring to.

Ah.

"Who? Mikey?" I try not to laugh, looking around to the imaginary audience to check if they're really hearing this nonsense too, "ew, no. He's like my brother."

Lip lets out a breath of relief he almost didn't realize he'd been holding. It surprises me. Probably a lot more than it should. But hey, for the other 3 times I've been here, I kept asking myself why his flirting was just as intense as mine, but he never asked for my number or made a true move on me. To think that my friend had been unintentionally cockblocking me with his ridiculous height and horrid American traditional tattoos all over his arms, and it wasn't because the guy had a girlfriend...it's almost funny.

"Oh," he replies, his eyebrows raising. Now both of his hands rest at my hips.

"What? Is that why you left me hangin' when I did this?" I press a kiss against his cheek, my palm rubbing over his shoulder to pull a chuckle out of him.

"I guess so, yeah. Just didn't want him to kill me for getting to close t'you," he kisses my cheek, smiling again.

"Geez. Mikey wouldn't hurt a fucking fly. He just...looks scary. Plus, nobody tells me what to do."

"Noted. Glad to hear that, actually."

"Mikey is—" I pause, biting the inside of my cheek "a sweet guy."

"Uh-huh."

"Too sweet. And I hate the aftershave he uses. He's—he's entirely too much."

"Mm."

"Whatever. Shut up."

"Didn't say anything," he shrugs, trying and failing to act clueless.

Fuck. He's fucking glad. He's glad I don't have a stupid-waste-of-my-time-cockblocking-boyfriend on my hip who's constantly watching my every move and stopping me from giving all of myself to Lip. Hell, I'm glad too. Very glad. With one swift movement, I take matters into my own hands again. I undo every last plastic button on his uniform, snaking down his chest and abdomen. I latch onto his neck, biting the skin and sucking a bruising hickey. He shivers beneath me and wraps his hand around my ponytail, huffing breathless chuckles and slowly getting more and more frustrated with my agonizingly slow, torturing pace for foreplay.

I bend my knees to begin my descend to the ground, kissing down his torso. My hands travel down his sides. Lip gently lets go of my hair to lean back into the workbench, never letting his head reel back so he can carefully watch me tenderly adhere to his needs while anchoring his hands behind him for support. I giggle to myself, relishing in the affect I have on him.

Shit. This is risky. Screw it. Pretty girl without a boyfriend who tips in 20 dollar bills and blowjobs? How could I say no? No part of me wants to back out, Lip's mind races, his grip tightening on the wooden slab as he clenches his jaw.

I wonder if he's nervous. Or maybe he's done this time and time again: fucking a girl right in this garage. Possibly bent over this very work bench. Those girls must've been so easy. I can bet on my life that they were never as fun, never as wet, never as needy as me. This would be different. I wouldn't give him everything he wanted and more that quickly. A girl deserves to have her fun. She deserves to watch the overly confident guy she's fancied for weeks, who continues to play hard to get, squirm and writhe with every slight of hand she gives him.

And that's exactly what I'm doing.

"Y'having fun down there?" Lip chastises me, chuckling lightly to himself as he tilts his head down to get a better look at my face.

My kisses stop right above the waistband of his jogger pants. I look up at him pleadingly through my lashes, my eyes big with lust and cunning seduction. I pull the middle of the waistband down just so I can drag my tongue across the exposed skin just centimeters away from his cock. The curls of his happy trail tickle my chin, but the full body shiver and the shaky exhale of "fuck," as he tries to keep his composure, makes it so worth it. He finally shuts his eyes, head reeling back. I lick my lips and smile, cupping his groin before he can even think about looking back down and feeling the blood rush to his cock again. His twitching dick underneath my palm sends me sitting on my heel, ready to slowly rock my hips down into it to fill my desperate need for friction. My cotton panties are definitely soaked.

I can't waste any more time.

I remove my hand from his crotch and quickly pull his pants and his boxers down with them. They pool at his ankles, and his cock strains hard and leaking sticky, crystal clear pre-cum from the thick and aching tip. My mouth nearly drops. I admire every vein, letting my hand wrap around the base of his cock once I've spit into it as makeshift lubricant. I'm so lost that I don't even register Lip peering down at me, swallowing impatiently.

"My, you're so worked up, Lip. And I haven't even started." I don't bother to look up at him as I rub my hand up and down his shaft, worried his pretty face will distract me. But I can picture him perfectly.

"Fuck you," he huffs through a struggled laugh, covering his mouth as he groans in pleasure at the feeling of my hand squeezing his cock every once and a while as I slowly pump him up and down.

"Later," I retort. I bite down on my bottom lip, looking up at him again for permission. He nods, almost as if he's able to read my mind. My eyes shut and my stomach flutters. Soft lips cover the head, swirling my tongue over the slit. His tip leaves my mouth with a loud pop, and I lick a bold stripe along the thickets vein I can find.

"Jesus, fuck, Maeve!" He writhes, his breath hitched in his throat by me hollowing out my cheeks and taking nearly 3/4 of his total length into my mouth. Moans of pure bliss at the feeling of his cock enveloped by the wet warmth of my mouth echo through the garage. I fear he's too loud, but I decide not to care. Not now.

My hand pumps the rest of his cock that I don't fit into my mouth at the moment, while my free hand reaches for his. My eyes remain closed and my sucking maintains a steady pace as I bob my head up and down his cock. I grab his hand and set it on the top of my head, but he hesitates.

"W—you sure, Maeve? I don't wanna hurt you," he swallows, accidentally bucking his hips into my mouth and running his unoccupied hand through his sweaty curls. I detach myself from him, wiping the mixture of pre and spit from the corner of my mouth and finally looking up at him.

"You won't," I take a deep breath, "I won't let you. I'll tell you if 's too much, kay?"

"Okay. Maybe just—" he clears his throat "tap my leg 3 times? And I'll...uh—I'll let go? Yeah?" He looks beautiful. Flushed, bare, and oh so needy for my touch. I wish I could keep him like this forever. He's so compliant, so understanding. But part of me knows that once I let him do this, it'll show me the side of him I've really been praying to see.

I nod, smiling contently and feeling myself blush when he twirls his fingers around my ponytail again. He bends over just the smallest bit to cup my chin and smile back. The pad of his thumb grazes over my skin before he lets go. I take it as my sign to go back, pressing my hands against either of his thighs and feeling clit jump with excitement when Lip tugs at my hair the moment I take his cock into my mouth again. I bob my head up and down, my eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of my throat. Tears prick at my waterline as I struggle not to cough.

I grow even more desperate. My hand dives into my shorts and I slide two of my fingers inside of me, unfortunately never living up to the potential size and feeling of Lip's. The continuous ram into my gummy and tender spot causes me to fall apart, whining with his dick occupying the space in my mouth.

"Oh my God," Lip nearly whines, his grip tightening as he guides my head up and down his dick, but it's so gentle it never startles me, "so fuckin' good, baby. Jesus, fu—ah..keep doin' that. Yes, fuck.."

My tongue swishes over and under his cock in mind-numbing patterns, and I can't help but let little muffled moans escape my throat and vibrate against him. He almost can't contain himself: bucking his hips and practically fucking my throat. I do my best to cancel out the occasional gag so quickly he won't feel guilty and possibly stop.

Use me, I think.

Usually, I'd take the lead, never letting a head pusher take the role. But not this time. Lip's so pent up, so stressed with the complexities of his life. This is a kind gesture. One that involves tears of struggle spilling out of my eyes and streaming down ky cheeks. But fuck, I love it. It's filthy. It's nasty the way I nearly suck him dry. I can't remember the last time a blowjob was this fun.

"Such a good girl. Y'know that?" He looks down at me, biting his lip as his eyebrows knit in pleasure and desperate need to cum down my pretty little throat, "how'd you get so fuckin...so fuckin' good at this, baby? Shit—feels so good."

He babbles over and over again, and I'm taking strategic breaths through my nose and speeding the pace of my fingers as they thrust in and out of me so I don't stop him from releasing the way he absolutely deserves. Finally, he pulls my ponytail tighter than he ever has, warning me that he's about to cum, but by the time he tells me, it sends down my throat. He groans out, releasing my hair and going limp. I swallow the salty substance, blinking out the last few tears in my eyes and sliding my fingers out of me.

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Lip: 1 message.

Hey. 11:47pm

Hey. Miss me already? 11:52pm

Something like that, yeah. 11:56pm

What's up 11:58pm

I get off early tomorrow. Just wondering if you wanted to come by the shop and hang out for a bit? 11:59pm

Sure. See you then. xoxo 12:03am.

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yooils · 10 months

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2:57 . kurona ranze x gn! reader. fluff drabble. slight character study

"you never call me by my name."

KURONA looks up from his place on your floor and catches your gaze, eyebrows raised as if he can't believe the implications behind your words. (you’re unbelievably pretty, he thinks; even with your hands tangled in his vermillion hair and exhausted eyes from watching five movies in a row.

sure, he thinks of you as much more than a best friend, but isn’t that relatively normal for a friendship that’s lasted through hell and back..?

really, kurona knows he can dodge the question with ease, especially when you’re both half delirious on energy drinks and cup noodles– an unfitting diet for an athlete such as himself– but for once in his life, he feels compelled to speak.

your fingers are still running through his hair as the ticking of time seems to slow before him.

for vaguely a third of his life, you’ve been a parasite by his side– one that's clung to him (or maybe it was the other way round) ever since he was six, face painted with an obvious dislike for interacting with people. it's never occurred to him that there would be a day where he would lose you– you were always naturally in the picture, in both his past and his future.

but now, he’s slowly losing you to the flow of time– or rather– of life.

(he knows that you can tell he’s nervous; fingers occasionally drumming against his thighs, swallowing the lump in his throat, and flickering eyes that never seem to land anywhere. heavens, even he’s able to discern the feeling he’s been experiencing as nervousness, and self-awareness is never a good sign.)

“…when i say their names, i always imagine what they think of me.”

and it sucks, because i’m head over heels for you.

”–and i don’t wanna think about how you see me, because you’re the only person i… like.”

–i’m half in love with you, but in the way that i want to marry you and live out our little fairy tale forever in a small town cottage even though i’m quite literally about to go to a football camp. so maybe it’s not half, maybe you’ve taken my entire heart and engraved your name all over it.

on the off chance that you actually recognise kurona's poorly-communicated feelings, he thinks, he’ll take anything.

even a rejection.

the cheshire smile on your face makes his heart skip a beat. he has no idea how his heart is still beating to this day. (that’s the grin he knows as the scary smile, he discerns; the grin you do when you know something people don’t.)

“say, 'rona, do you have a crush on me?”

your bluntness doesn’t come as a surprise to him. it’s one of your endearing traits, really.

the feeble ‘mm’ sound he makes is deliberately noncommittal as he averts his eyes away from you– although the rapid rush colour blossoming on his ears speak volumes more to you than he ever could.

if only you could also hear how fast his heart was beating.

you cup his cheeks delicately, unable to contain the smile that sprung into your lips when you finally realised what this actually meant. (that your childhood best friend– that you've been in love with since that one time he patched your wound up, mumbling worried words under his breath when you were twelve– actually likes you back. you're a bit skeptical, yes, but it's kurona ranze, and he would never hurt other people you intentionally.)

kurona scrunches his eyes close to avoid eye contact with you. you're giggling at how comical he looks, before all noise dies down again and you muster up the courage to bring yourself to speak again. "so if you knew how i felt about you too, would you be comfortable with saying my name..?"

"s'ppose, i suppose."

your eyes hurt from how much your smile has been crinkling them. or maybe seeing kurona lying on your lap is too much. he's a sight for sore eyes, really, but whenever he makes eye contact with you, you feel as if your heart's been pierced by cupid's arrow again and again; forcing you to accept your feelings rather than swallow them forever.

"kurona, i like you more than anyone in this world. even when you have a bad haircut. or leave me behind to go to a training camp to become a pro footballer. or when you try to–"

"stop, 's more than enough, enough." he intervenes, his hands covering his flushed face and burrowing either further into his blankets.

you look expectantly at him. he caves in.

"(name)..?" he squeaks out, voice cracking as he feels the unfamiliar texture of your pretty name in his mouth. (which is strange, because he's pretty sure he always wakes up with your name on his mouth.)

he's less self conscious than he had expected himself to be.

"ranze. 'rona. kurona ranze."

the way his name slips of your tongue is still his favourite, he thinks, blushing profusely at the sudden mantra of the names you've called him over the years.

ranze was a new one. he likes the sound of his first name on your tongue.

(if only he knew that years later, you would be the one to take his last name too.)

the next morning, he wakes up with you curled up next to him on the couch– abnormally peaceful. he prefers you when you're talking. and when he mouths your name under his breath, all he feels is a weird tingly sensation in his chest, akin to the feeling he gets when his favourite band's new song is out, or when something is unexpectedly pleasant to him.

because kurona, at 15, realises that his favourite word is your name.

7.18.23

#angst vers..?#you break up #but he still wakes up to your name at the tip of his tongue #log– works #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gn! reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #kurona #kurona ranze #kurona fluff #ranze fluff #blue lock kurona #bllk angst #blue lock angst #kurona ranze x reader #kurona x reader #gn! reader

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itsclydebitches · 10 months

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On the topic of the Curious Cat: As an enby, I don't know how to feel about the fact that the first major characters in RWBY who were canonically enby were a) animals from a whole different world b) killed off in the same volume that introduced them.

Actually, no, I do know how I feel about that.

Little: A mouse who has, by their own admission, no purpose in life and thus swears to help the group on their quest... except they don't. No time is spent developing Little or demonstrating how they're beneficial as an ally. They're squashed to death by the villain during a pseudo-suicide scene and then magically reappear as a totally different person, which is presented as a good thing. They're left behind by the story, presumably never to be seen again.

Curious: A cat who is first presented as an annoyance that the group doesn't want to deal with, then as an outright villain who has been manipulating them this whole time. The story refuses to engage with the ways in which their situation is both relatable and sympathetic, instead having them suddenly gain the power of possession/physical transformation for a lackluster fight scene. They're torn apart by the illusion of another villain that only existed for one episode and, for obvious reasons, will likely never be seen again.

Yeah. I wonder why fans, particularly enby fans, would be unhappy with this representation...

You know, I've brought this up before but I think it's really important to keep in mind that RWBY is an ongoing series. Any representation that's introduced to the canon is, for a significant length of time, the only representation we have and that severely colors our feelings towards the show as a whole. Lately there have been some angry posts about people calling Blake/Yang queerbaiting and they're right, by definition it can't possibly be queerbaiting because they were made canon... but we thought it might be for several years. That's the criticism. The later you're introduced to RWBY and the more you have to binge watch, the less likely you are to understand the issue with these portrayals—especially with a fandom that will talk up what you have to look forward to if you just keep watching to X Volume. Why would I be upset with a stalker, villain lesbian when Saphron and Terra are so cute and just around the corner? Why would I think trans rep is an issue when Mae is arriving in Volume 7? How can anyone possibly claim that the queer rep is bad when the flagship, main character couple kissed on screen and I've already seen the beautiful, romantic GIFs of the moment? Putting aside other issues here (how long queer characters last, the lack of rep for men, etc.) fans ignore the staggeringly long time we were not only waiting for rep, but then waiting for what many would consider positive rep. For years all we had was a lesbian who wanted to kill the parents of the woman who didn't return her affections (notably with the implication that Blake was might be straight...) and a super duper minor character who isn't actually gay because they wanted to kill him off. For years all we had was Coco leering at women behind her sunglasses in the novels, or the hint of gay side-characters in other teams, while Blake and Yang continued a multi-Volume will-they-won't-they dance. For years we've had queer character appear for a few episodes only—the cute couple, the trans activist—before disappearing from the story because they're not important enough to make a core part of the tale. The fact that we have Blake/Yang now doesn't erase those feelings leading up to their canonization.

Now here we are again. "How can you be unhappy with the nonbinary rep?" someone might ask in a few years time, if RWBY continues and we've gotten another cute, minor, short-lived character who uses they/them pronouns. Well, it's because in 2023 everyone was waiting to see if the show would even return and in that uncertainty all we had for rep were two literal animals who were horrifically killed by the story and then left behind, one a full-fledged villain whose death we're meant to celebrate. I'm all for a diversity of representation—I'm by no means saying all your queer characters have to be heroes, or even decent people. I love me a queer villain—but when that's all you've currently got in a show that's struggled both with its rep on screen and its treatment of queer employees... it doesn't feel great.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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love-beyond-space-war · 7 months

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If your requests are still open could it be damon vaird x read where there's jealousy involved it could be either damn or reader being jealous which eventually ends up with one of them confessing (blurting out) their feelings

I'm always one for jealous characters, especially Baird! Hope you like this short story of Baird being jealous about Cole :) Takes place in no specific Gear game. Sorry that I missed the blurting out feelings part, it didn't fit Baird in the fic :(

On My Nerves

Jealous! Damon Baird x Reader

Synopsis: Baird is tired of hearing you talk about Cole for about the thousandth time. Sometimes he wishes you'd show him that same adoration.

Content Warnings: Romantic Pairing, Gender-Neutral Reader/Male Character, Jealousy, Implications of Reader/Cole in a more platonic sense, Kissing.

"Man, I used to watch Cole Train play all the time. I'm surprised I even got to meet him, in the military no less!"

Baird grit his teeth but said nothing. He never really wanted to admit it but hearing you talk about Cole in such a way made his blood boil. Sure, Cole is cool and all, almost everyone knows him for his Thrashball career.

Baird just wishes you'd praise him in the same way since you're so close.

Baird gets it, Cole is a friendly and lovable person that draws others in. While Baird is the opposite and drives people away. It's expected that you'd take to Cole more than him.

Maybe he's just being insecure.

"Yeah, cool... I've been friends with him for years." Baird answers in a dismissive tone. You then continue on to talk about how big of a fan you are and how you've been hanging around him more often. Baird feels a weight in his gut as he listens in.

Did you like Cole more than a fan and friend? The thought that you may like Cole in a more romantic sense makes Baird ill. Yet... the signs are there.

"So what? Are you asking me to set you up on a little date? Is that it?" Baird finds himself snapping. The sudden bark in his voice shuts down your rant. He only feels more frustrated when your face flushes.

"I-... No, Baird. Me and Cole are just friends. I don't think I like him like that." You defend yourself. Baird turns to you with an unimpressed gaze.

"Really now? If you don't like him in such a way why do you speak about him with such adoration." Baird frowns. "You speak of him like he's so cool and hot or something. Always talking about him like he's the only thing that occupies your mind!"

You stare at your friend confused by his sudden outburst. He looks so angry. Did you... say something to upset him? Did Cole upset him somehow?

"Did something happen between you two?" You ask and Baird just about loses it with a sigh.

"No, not between him. I just can't stand to listen to you talk about him like some messiah anymore! He's not that great... he gets all of the attention by just being him." Baird vents, trying to calm his nerves. It's then you notice the last thing he said and feel your heart beat.

Truth is, you never had a crush on Cole. Cole and you were just friends and you happened to be a fan of him. You thought sharing your respect for Cole would connect you with Baird, the one you actually have feelings for.

Turns out you only made him jealous...

Which isn't that bad since it confirms your thoughts."

"Baird." You get his attention, the blonde's gaze glaring into you. "I see what's wrong now."

"Do you now?" Baird sighs, rolling his eyes.

"You're jealous I'm not praising you." You grin playfully.

There's silence between you as Baird feels his heart quicken.

"What makes you say that...?" Baird asks, scoffing.

"You're mad because I'm bringing up Cole. That's why you suggested the date, right?" You continue, walking closer to him. "If anything there's only one person I'd want to date and it isn't Cole."

"Is there someone else on your mind now?" Baird sighs.

"Yes." You say curtly, standing right in front of him. "You!"

There's another long pause of silence with Baird staring at you. It's then you take the time to slide a hand under his chin and pull him down to kiss you. Quickly Baird gives in, not fighting the sudden affection.

"So you finally caught on?" Baird murmurs when you pull away. Before you can fully pull apart from him he keeps his hands on your waist, pulling closer.

"Truth is, I liked you for awhile. I just couldn't figure out how to say it." You confess, laying your head on his chest.

"Is it because I'm difficult to talk to?" Baird asks.

"Partially." You snicker.

"Guess I can't blame you for that...." Baird sighs.

"As much as I like Cole..." you hum. "You are really intelligent and skilled when it comes to tech and explosives. You've helped the team more than once. Truthfully... Delta wouldn't be what it is without you."

"Hey! Where was that praise before, huh?" Baird frowns and you giggle.

"I was too shy to say."

"Bull." Baird grumbles before you kiss him again.

"Well... now that the cat's out of the bag..." You coo when you pull away, nuzzling into his neck. "Should we make things official?"

"I want to wait a bit..." Baird whispers, squeezing you closer as he leans towards your ear. "I want to just feel you in my arms right now... just to know you're mine."

"Of course, Baird." You laugh again softly. "I'll always be yours...."

With that you sit with Baird in silence, an emotional weight being lifted off both of you

#gears of war baird x reader #gears of war x reader #gears x reader #damon baird x reader #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gears cole x reader #augustus cole x reader implied

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katyspersonal · 4 months

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Send us your Edgar headcanons!!!

@ anon, I am so sorry. When you've sent this ask one eternity ago I started to reply and then got interrupted by mom and then forgot ;-; I can't be trusted with this stuff sometimes I swear.

🔎 I like the idea about him infiltrating Yahar'gul for spyoning, however my "official" timeline and headcanons are different! (is "official headcanon" even a thing? xD) I have him go into Byrgenwerth with Yurie/Julie and Fauxsefka and make his way into Nightmare of Mensis under pretense of being a wayward Byrgenwerth scholar! I've had posts covering this thing in more details as it draws upon some cut content and obscure implications from Mico's dialogoe in Japanese original, but in summary, I think that Lecture Hall used to be accessible from the part of Byrgenwerth in "real" world and it only got locked when Micolash had Rom block the Arcane Lake! Why he blocked the way in the end? Well.... because slowly, Edgar started to warm up to Micolash and find a kindred spirit in him, realizing that Choir was never a right place for him and fellow choirlings never "really" understood him. So he ended up confessing having been spying on him and playing part in figuring out how to ruin his Nightmare.

(Here are the posts about what's the deal with the Arcane Lake if you need them: ( x ) ( x ) !)

🔎 I think he avoided wearing Blindfold Cap back in Choir, and now that he "joined" School of Mensis he doesn't wear a cage intentionally as well! Choir's Blindfold symbolises entrusting your way and what you are allowed to see to the 'Stars', whereas Mensis Cage missing only one bar at the eyes level symbolizes being allowed to see the cosmic horrors how they are but also repressing free will and personality to not (literally) die from horror at these visions. Neither really appealed to Edgar as he is an individualists and prefers to preserve both the autonomy of his research and autonomy of how he will "take" his discoveries. It is a risky strategy but he is a strong-willed and strong-minded man, besides he got a lot of Sedatives! This attitude made him similar to Laurence which is something I've realized only late in writing him, but now I am using it as an excuse for what attracted Micolash to him.

🔎 Edgar infiltrated at 'warm' season:

🔎 He originally was a teacher in one of the schools under Healing Church's influence! I assume Healing Church hired the foreigners abundantly that's hinted by how Brador's clothes (stated to be foreign) copy male Black Church clothes and foreign set of Paleblood Hunter copies male White Church clothes. But Edgar started to notice that whenever after the nights of the hunt any of his pupils became orphans, soon nice people in white robes from higher echelons would take them and these orphans would never be seen again :/ He was nosy enough to try and figure what was going on, but thanks to his intelligence and actor skills he managed to convince the Choir to let him work for them rather than getting thrown into a jail for people that learned too much. It was painful to manage being around people experimenting on children... at first. He was able to stomach the idea that after how much cosmic horrors were unleashed the world was as good as ending and orphaned children objectively had much higher chance to call upon Great Ones of higher rank than Choir's half-human ally Ebrietas and receive their wisdom and blessing.

🔎 He is really physically fit, actually! The guy can throw a very good punch. Not just because he uses Ludwig's Holy Blade, but there are also stats indicating he is stronger than frikin ALFRED and I can't forget this detail for even one day:

🔎 For as long as Edgar remembered he was unintentionally rude, very rarely emoting and when he did it was very strong and explosive, appearing as though he was not interested in feelings and lives of others, not running his mouth in vain (save for his special interests) and of course he would not do things that made no sense for him. His first attempt at dating ended up pretty toxic as his girlfriend not only could not quite accept him and expected him to magically "warm up" in relationship, but also kept emotionally manipulating him into abiding by her demands. Like I said, he would not do shit for others, no matter how simple, if it made no logical sense in his eyes, so seeing how she never could have her way with him without going through proving her point to him rationally, she resorted to the worst kind of behavior - guilt-tripping and threatening. He was only a teenager back then and that unfortunate relationship made him falsely conclude that maybe women were just like that, so he searched a guy to date later. The very first guy that shown interest in him, who was also..... well, older let's call it that. But that guy walked his own dark path, did crimes and tried to pull Edgar into all that using Edgar's extraordinary intelligence and sense of alienation from society, and eventually absconded.

🔎 He also had a best friend that his parents tended to treat more like their son than Edgar himself. A friend who also claimed credit over blueprints of Edgar's inventions that he left behind when he departed to seek Yharnam unable to help his curiousity over what THE heck that town was doing (the world travelled). Some people were sad that Edgar left, like teachers, library workers, various people he's been helping with voluntary work. He also once protected a couple from getting robbed - like I said, the guy is STRONG. But yeah, he was a good man, and for many people, he just had a bad luck of choosing the wrong kind as close ones.

🔎 Pearl Slug item suggests that the Augurs might be all different colors! At Choir, Edgar enjoyed sorting the unhatched eggs of the slugs by the color when he had a free minute x) Another funny habit is to pretentiously fumble with an abacus when he is sharing some numbers. He would also get very antsy if someone took HIS Choir Bell, even if they were all the same and not branded and interchangeable. He actually always gets extremely protective over 'his' things in terms where they are all interchangeable and there is no ownership per say.. Once he uses something, it is now HIS and he feels nearly spiritual attachement to it. When he abandoned his Choir tools to display to Micolash that he DID stick by his side from now own, he was especially reluctant to give away his Call Beyond simply because Micolash would keep it instead of just letting it flee. To this day Edgar is slightly uneasy with it, as if Micolash owns a part of his 'soul' by it.. and at the same time, he finds strangely erotic enjoyment in the fact.

🔎 It is really hard to make him laugh, but he does have sense of humor! He just 'laughs internally' most of the time.

🔎 Remember how I said he was brave and disobedient to authority to a fault, and it was his intelligence that had Choir decide he was worth this stress and too precious to just get rid of? This guaranteed he heard all about Laurence from his new friends. People that knew Laurence well joked that they could've been "twins" and would get along. It was not the first in his life when he felt like he knew people he never met better than people in his own life.

🔎 He can get overly affectionate at someone saying a lot of smart things (that they genuinely comprehend, of course) or passionately sharing something they know a lot about. If he is close with someone and they are doing this, he will reach the point of shiny eyes and willing to suffocate them in a hug :') When Micolash is being very nerdy, Edgar might start smooching him uncontrollably. Like... yeah, normal flirting will make Edgar a bit shy at most, you charm him by opening your soul to him by infodumping!

🔎 Edgar strongly prefers to 'stay in shape'. That's why he'd go fight some beasts willingly even when they were not a direct treat to him and it was predominantly "dirty job" for Black Church hunters escort, that's why he carries people in his arms when there is a reason (so yes, do not confuse it with him being overly gentlemen-ish x) ). In the Nightmare, he might as much as pick a friendly fight with the residents, like fencing with one of the Shadows for example xD He sometimes also likes testing himself by being around Winter Lanterns.. That usually doesn't end well and Micolash has to save him. Yes, MICOLASH has to save someone from going insane. I swear all kind of wild shit happens with these two fjhfdhfsd

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Thank you for an ask!! Again, sorry I forgot about it.. You've sent it when I had a bad day and seeing it in my inbox did cheer me up, though! I always like to talk about Edgar, he is genuinely one of my favs! (With headcanons posts though I tend to default to 'story and loredigging' aspects so narrowing headcanons asks to concrete topics like relationships, habits, etc is always acceptable and even welcomed! Helps me to focus and cover more things rather than my default settings)

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #edgar choir intelligencer #ask replies

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erinptah · 8 months

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thoughts on Moon Knight 35?

It's the X-men crossover where Steven (and the others but mostly Steven) deal with being wheelchair bound and the reason he is in episode 5: Asylum. As someone who was temporarily chair bound in the psych ward both scenes mean a lot to me.

Also Storm flirts with frenchie, Nightcrawler saves Moon Knight's life and Bora is such a classic tragic villain and Xavier can read Marc's mind which we know is not true of most telepaths in Mckay run.

Ooh, hey, I remember that one. Time for a reread...

In the comic the guys are using a chair because of a spinal injury (a Comics Injury which comes and goes as the plot demands), and the implication I got from the show was that the asylum put them on meds so strong they couldn't walk. So I don't think they're that directly connected. But it's nice to have the visual callback.

Marlene being so present and supportive during the hospitalization and physical therapy is extra-depressing compared to how Marc will treat her hospital-grade injury in later runs =(

I don't think it's actually Steven fronting for the first chunk. Marlene usually calls them Steven, but that's just like how Frenchie always calls them Marc, and the diner crew always calls them Jake -- even if someone with a different name is fronting, he almost never corrects them.

(More than that, Marc specifically encourages Marlene to call him Steven! Skipping to a later scene, this is one of the issues where he spells out how much he wants to be Steven for her.)

Backing up: The whole "detaching from his personal trauma by obsessing over how to catch the bad guy" thing is classic Marc.

And when he starts getting snippy, then goes "Sorry, lady, that's the pain talking," that sure sounds like Jake, elbowing Marc away from the front to smooth things over.

(No wonder Marc's relationships really start imploding in the runs where Steven and Jake are MIA.)

The diner crew visits and calls him Jake, and I think it's Jake fronting for most of that, too. Especially when Crawley asks when they'll need his help again, and Marlene offers to just put him on a regular retainer salary. Steven would've offered that himself!

...Not that Jake doesn't care (he absolutely does). Just that he doesn't think of himself as having that kind of money.

It's totally Steven fronting when they do anything at the ballet studio, though. Marc wouldn't have the patience for it, and that kind of High Culture setting would make Jake awkward and out-of-place.

Extremely funny: the leaps the narrative goes through to justify "we're going to have cameos from like 20 other S-class Marvel heavyweights with actual superpowers..."

"...but all of them agree that Moon Knight -- a guy with gadgets and a cape who couldn't walk two days ago! -- should face the also-superpowered villain one-on-one."

She's such a typical Moon Knight villain (in a good way!) with the twist of mutant powers, most of this works. It's just. The avalanche of cameos, vs. how little they affect the plot, is a lot.

Looking over the Professor X scenes, and what he says he reads in Marc's thoughts...fear, doubt, agony...I think that's totally consistent with what we get in the MacKay run.

Marc's mind has always been a dangerous place. It's just that (a) by the current run he's learned to weaponize it against telepathic villains, which he's not even trying to do here; and (b) Xavier, for his part, isn't trying to stick his metaphorical hands in the psychic box of bear traps, just observe it from a safe distance.

And the ending, oof =(

Paired with the earlier Marc-Marlene conversation, it totally sums up one of the recurring themes of the MK comics.

When Marc can't be honest with himself and his loved ones ("I am definitely a mentally-stable singlet, who would be happy to be just Steven forever, and can totally quit being Moon Knight any time I want"), his relationships are tense and distant.

When he is honest ("so maybe I have a lot of issues, also this Moon Knight thing gives me purpose and I'm going to be doing it forever"), the people in his life are actually okay with it! Even if he's a weird mess, people can accept that and love him anyway! He just has to own it!

...We get a surprisingly close parallel to that in the modern run, where Marc obsesses over tracking a different bad guy, and ends up lying to Tigra, putting her through a bunch of extra work, and making her feel seriously betrayed. But when he gives her a sincere apology and owns up to some of his issues, that's when they get a happy makeout scene.

So! Has Marc gone through enough personal growth (and enough "accepting that he needs Jake and Steven around for support") to actually stay on the emotionally-honest path this time? Guess we'll find out.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Ptah's inbox #so uh #was that enough Thoughts or what

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ooh ok for specific wolfboy thoughts- what do you think karu's relationship with the members + garu/aster/morvay are? and interestingly, how come karu doesn't try to "conquer" dante & edmond, who are both humans, the same way as eiden? and how do you think he'll react to rin & vice versa?

also, what was your reaction to garu & karu getting separated (and reuniting) in frozen echoes? (and the implications)

bonus: would you try more garu x karu smut fics, whether AU or canon?

sorry if this is a lot! i enjoy hearing brainworms!

I can be so easily lured into "what is each character's [...]" prompts... listing out my Karu/other thoughts below. I'm going to mix stuff that has a lot of basis in canon with my personal interpretations, because I'm doing this to procrastinate my academic writing and can't be bothered to add proper references.

🐺🦇 Behind some layers of tsun, Karu is grateful for the luxury that Aster provides for them, but he's content to let Garu express that directly for both of them. He likes trying to prove himself as useful by hunting fresh game for the kitchens, helping take care of the pets, and 'patrolling' the areas around the mansion like an unnecessary guard dog. I imagine he causes a few problems by being a dumbass while going about those things, but Aster only cares about that when he's in a punishing mood. It's no secret that in my dark depraved mind Aster has inflicted all sorts of punishments on Karu for bad dog behavior, especially early on; currently, Karu will be less prone to fucking up like that because he's developed a healthy (and mostly comic relief) fear of Aster. He's still generally disrespectful and 'resentful' of past punishments, but he changes his tune very fast if Aster shifts into the shadowed anime glare.

🐺😈 Karu toxically 'looks down' on Morvay for so outwardly enjoying submission and degradation. But Karu is the one person that Morvay won't allow to truly subjugate and degrade him (standards are low but exist). My ideal morvaru scenarios are ones in which Karu starts out all cocky that he's getting serviced or whatever and ends up looking like a hurricane victim and begging for his cock to never be touched again. I like to think that Aster inflicts Morvay on Karu if he wants to punish Karu and reward Morvay. But also, I think Morvay would cut Karu some slack and avoid ratting him out when he witnesses forbidden behavior... for a price of course. I'm sure they've been #PunishmentBuddies a few times too as a result of this. Bonding!

🐺🐍 Karu enjoys how Yakumo's great power and stature (including literal stature) don't influence his submissive and agreeable personality, and that Yakumo doesn't complain about being treated with basic condescension due to low self-esteem. He delusionally considers Yakumo his yokai 'apprentice', and Yakumo is willing to indulge him. 'Willing to indulge him' is the key to Karu 'friendship' IMO. Also, he truly appreciates Yakumo's cooking skills, which makes Yakumo happy, even though Karu probably approaches that aspect of their relationship in a very 'the master and his cook' way. I think that sometimes Yakumo might express that something Karu said about Eiden was a bit hurtful, and that Karu would get all flustered trying to walk it back but not walk it back at the same time.

🐺🥞 Behind some layers of tsun, Karu respects Edmond's great skill at swordplay and his normal 'cool' demeanor, and he's jealous of how much respect and authority Edmond seems to command as one of the most important knights. He wants to be like that as well. I think this is why Karu was so into Blade and Edmond's stage performances, actually, he admires and craves 'celebrity' as a form of power (which makes sense with the model thing they're doing as of Binary Starlight too!). Karu doesn't like it when Edmond goes all Lawful Good on his ass, though. And they probably have some mild spats over desserts. I think their tsuns clash too much for Karu to be interested in 'conquering' Edmond, he goes for easier prey.

🐺⛪ Olivine treats Garu and Karu with a lot of loving, nurturing care and concern; unlike Garu, Karu can easily feel condescended to in that dynamic, especially with Olivine being a human. But with Olivine being Willing To Indulge Him, Karu probably grew to understand and accept the genuine affection. He most definitely sees it as Olivine being submissive and slavelike, though, but I do think Olivine could tut-tut his way out of being called slave. I also think Olivine would bottom for him, to provide positive reinforcement, even if the sex is a bit mediocre, because I don't see Olivine being willing to 'teach' him in that regard, just 'take it' and consider that what matters is that Karu is happy. Anyway, Karu should chew on his tits because he's puppy.

🐺🪵 Quincy confuses Karu because he is a human but also kind of not. If Quincy was just a yokai, Karu would probably idolize him and try to get his attention like the tanuki with Kuya. But since he isn't, Karu feels a bit threatened by Quincy's strength; sometimes Quincy will do something innocuous and Karu will seethe as if it was a flex and try to respond (Quincy: "..."). He's also salty that Eiden is Like That with Quincy and not him. He wants to learn Quincy's secrets, and will demand that Quincy share them. Also, he's very vulnerable to Kuya making shit up/narrativizing about Quincy.

🐺🦊 Do I really need to talk about kuyaru here... Karu wishes he was a Great Yokai like Kuya, but he isn't yet, and it's only natural for a yokai like him to show deference to a Great Yokai like Kuya. It's much less embarrassing than being submissive to a human. He'll do anything to maintain Kuya's interest in having him around, and he drinks up anything that Kuya 'teaches' him while they're at it, since that will help him become what he thinks he wants one day. Kuya hasn't gotten bored of Karu because Karu isn't completely submissive/masochistic: he does what Kuya wants, but he's still embarrassed, ashamed, fearful etc. even as he craves Kuya's attention. Kuya doesn't like attention whores who have no shame (see tanuki).

🐺🤖 Karu likes that Blade will often do what he asks, and toxically 'looks down' on him for that (similarly to Morvay and Blade). I think Karu doesn't admire Blade's skills in the same way he does Edmond's, because of Blade's demeanor (and that changes when he's in idol mode or assassin mode or what have you). This relationship is fun because I enjoy Blade ignoring boundaries and common sense; sometimes, he'll trample all over Karu's delusional narrative with the bare truth of a situation and leave Karu reeling. I like to think that Eiden has explained to Blade a little bit about what a tsundere is, and that Blade applies that knowledge comically at times. I also enjoy thinking that Blade finds GaruKaru super cute and that Karu is a squished cat about it. But he'll contrive situations to get Blade to serve him the vibrating hand pats.

🐺☀️ These two can be a mirror match, tsun on tsun violence, they'll start arguing about some petty bullshit and need a chill character's intervention to stop them from taking it outside. Karu would ultimately not want to 'conquer' Dante because his personality is so disagreeable and non-indulgent towards him, but he'd want to show Dante that he's not to be underestimated. Even though Dante is probably superior to him in most of the things they'd argue about. But Dante is different from Karu in that he doesn't live in a world of fantasy inside his head; he'll argue over stuff he feels righty (or somewhat rightly) confident in, but he'll grudgingly accept Karu's practical expertise in gutting fish or what have you. These occasions make Karu happy. Anyway I want Dante to nonconsensually spank the brat out of him

🐺🦉 Waiting on canon for this one. I used to think that Rei would be very interested in poking and analyzing the wolves' gem situation, in a way that made them uncomfortable perhaps, and that Karu would be the one to bark at him. I didn't expect the curveball of Rei being already related to them. I dig the protective niisan thing they're going for, but I wanna know the specifics of how Rei kept in touch with Karu over the years. And I wanna gauge the feasibility of Rei letting Karu fuck him. It could be an interesting dynamic since Rei usually doesn't care about his partner but he'd care in this case.

🐺☠️ Really no clue about Karu and Rin, since we don't know anything about Rin. It's very difficult for my canon-compliant mind to truly think about him. Obviously I'm super into him doing terrible things to the pups but I'd need reasons, motivations, anything. I don't even know wtf Rin would think about their broken gem. Is it good that it's broken because clan members should suffer? Is it bad that it's broken because it's a disrespect to the Grand Sorcerer? What does Rin think about yokai? What is Rin? Idk and I'm not much of a theorist. Wake me up when we know more about him.

Re: your Frozen Echoes question, I haven't watched part 3 of the story yet lol I have a weird procrastination dynamic with content... but I doubt it will be anything particularly 'waow' since I haven't seen much discussion of it, and I'm not as interested in the metaphysics/psychology of GaruKaru's Situation as you are.

Re: Garu/Karu smut, yes I'm going to write more of it. There's even one close to the top of the queue right now! It's canon compliant, but they'll interact face to face in some kind of dream sequence or something, and Karu is going to bottom because that's my truth. Also, I requested that RiyeRose write a sequel to Twice the Pleasure, that yummy twincest modern AU, so you can look forward to that too... Sungel XD

#nu carnival #nu carnival fanfic #nu carnival karu

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rubydoowhereru · 2 months

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Idk why the Nerissa x Grandmamah (whatever the heck her proper name is XD) brainworm won't leave, but I thought of this when reading some of your character analysis of Nerissa, namely how she's kind of a disaster and her search for power is her own worst enemy;

At some point between proposing and having second thoughts about her plans, she loses the trident. And she's trying not to crack, but she's had a taste of that power and can't let it go. On top of that, now she's constantly around the giant krakens who have been the picture of envy in her mind for years and all its doing is making her more unhinged.

Cue Grandmamah seeing Nerissa falling apart, and after finally coaxing an answer out of her that she feels so insignificant compared to the other queen, Grandmamah does something she's NEVER desired to do unless it was life or death, and even then,

Shrinks down to human size so she's less intimidating and can actually comfort her wife on a more personal level. Lordess of the Seven Seas, becoming her most vulnerable form, just to make her happy. Now Nerissa has to deal with THAT implication.

(Sidenote, Grandmamah is clearly still super uncomfortable with this arrangement but dang it she's not gonna try)

Oops. Guess we started something new here lololol.

Oooooh, I love that! It could absolutely serve as the turning point for Nerissa where she fully throws her plan away. She was already kind of starting to have second thoughts as she learns and understands Grandmamah, eventually regarding her as an equal in both status and power, but seeing the giant kraken willing attempt to make her feel better about this AND getting small in the process? That fully pushes Nerissa over into abandoning her plan in favor of genuine rulership together.

I feel like if/when Grandmamah finds out about Nerissa's original plan there's hardly any crying or being sad because Grandmamah figured she would attempt this at some point. What really shocked her was the fact that Nerissa did fall in love.....and Grandmamah is willing to reciprocate it. That's the truly shocking bit for both of them. Heh heh.

#roguecommand #ruby gillman teenage kraken #Nermamah AU #That's what I'm gonna call it

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fuckyeahbiggsdarklighter · 7 months

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So I've never had the slightest interest in how you would do more firefly and to a certain extent it's because I never thought the show was any good and even though it has its fans I didn't see or couldn't imagine a way forward with that cast of characters without addressing the way the show cloaks itself in superficial Chinese influence without actually having Chinese culture or characters.

But, I've been thinking about it and I have a solution. first of all I think it's good that Shepherd Book and a few other characters have essentially been written out. Joss Whedon has discussed the "wagon train in the stars" format, and you just can't have that many main characters and maintain any narrative coherency. I also think the show needs a mix of heist of the week and longer form serialized and narrative structure. the best moments in that show involved Nathan Fillion ruminating on how he got where he is, why he got where he is, and what he plans to do next.

so I think for more firefly to work you need two things:

1) you have to bring wash back, because he is the best character to be everyone else's entry point to this universe. wash's best lines of dialogue were always saying what the audience is thinking anyway. but you can't actually bring Wash back without cheapening or erasing the narrative structure of the film, which i actually thought was one of the high points of Joss Whedon's career. So you have to do it in a roundabout way. first you introduce Hoban Washburn's brother. this character is exactly like flashback wash: terrible mustache, irritating, and most importantly Zoe hates him. you get to have a lot of great scenes of them arguing about past family drama, add you get a strong implication of history between these characters, which is the best part of the Zoe/Malcolm relationship. it also allows you to explore some negative aspects of the original wash character without making the audience see them in person. this culminates at the end of the second season with the death of the brother.

then in season 3 the real wash shows up. this wash appears to be the same character from the original season. Picture John Locke from season 5 the lost, who was the most John Locke that John Locke had ever been. obviously the doctor is fascinated and eventually we learn that he's a clone. there's a dramatic sequence where we return to the setting of the film and find Hoban Washburn's grave has been dug up, and then some clues are followed over the season(s) where the crew tries to figure out who is making these clones and where.

in later seasons we can keep the clone character or kill it, and then we can introduce additional iterations: clones of the clone, clones of the brother, more brothers, etc. Ideally there are moments with multiple Washes, none of whom have quite the same identity or memories. Eventually this leads to the second item that the show really needs in order to work:

2) Mythology. Much like the X-Files, you need to delve into how this universe actually works. The gov't is vaguely alluded to without much detail of their operations, and I think that's interesting and necessary for a show that revolves around outlaws who skirt under the radar of the local authorities. You need some high-stakes heists where they break into one of those city-on-a-platform Alliance ships instead of just showing one. You also need more exploration of the broader criminal underworld.

Some of this comes as background to the heist-of-the-week episodes, but you also need a slow-burn narrative thread that pushes the crew forward and ratchets up the stakes each season. The multiple Wash characters give you that structure and makes it personal. As they dig deeper into this mystery they start realizing much of their actions for years have been orchestrated; the person behind the clones is also the person behind many of their jobs, and is also somehow connected to the Alliance government, the Browncoats, the Tam's struggles, even Jayne's old crew (BTW we kill Jayne in the new premiere, obvs).

#firefly #serenity #hoban washburne #malcolm reynolds #zoe washburne #river tam #simon tam #the hero of canton #kaylee frye #Firefly reboot #notepad #i wrote this like three years ago but it's the right approach

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waterfall-ambience · 11 months

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(rotating the perpetua characters in my brain) actually no its kinda interesting how i can feel them shift away from hermitcraft as i write out the story, and how little changes to their situations and personalities can drastically affect the plot.

more (potentially redundant) brain thoughts below

damien, at least in the first 7 chapters of the script so far, has a very different personality to evil x. i upped his braincells and introspection for narrative interest (putting him at odds with wk), but that ended up growing into a tendency to ramble and be overly concerned with the moral implications of his actions. this (and helen being a positive influence on his emotional intelligence) actively hinders his villainy, just in a different way from evil x.

as a result, a large part of damien's character is how he rationalises and tries to resolve this dissonance of him recognising that he's doing bad things for bad reasons. thematically there's potential for social commentary here but i'm deliberately not going into that.

'why people do bad things for bad reasons', in my mind, mostly boils down to coming up for justifications for it or projecting onto the 'enemy' (scapegoating, essentially), which is mostly a wither king plot beat. hardly anyone ever believes that they're the villain of the story, just the heroes of their own.

meanwhile, damien is hyper-aware of the harm he's causing. he sees himself as his own 'villain', feels bad about it, but continues on the grand quest to destroy perpetua because it's something he agreed to do, and believes that on some level, he deserves the pain that comes from this. he and captain luna both share this quality and it will inevitably come to tear them apart.

its worth mentioning that captain luna is also very different from xisuma. xisuma in the hermitclone storyline was not portrayed in a very positive light (since evil x was the protagonist) and even if i was aiming for neutrality bc 'Hey, that's a Real Person's Likeness', he was always vaguely in the realm of 'well-meaning but horribly ignorant of evil x's struggle for identity and personhood'. because luna and damien dont have an author-character relationship i have no reason to portray them like how i would x and ex. luna is very quick to accept damien as being his own person separate from himself, and being the big damn hero that he is, shows more compassion and sympathy. the bigger issue in their relationship is luna's trauma surrounding augustin.

part of the fun of perpetua is coming up with character dynamics for relationships that dont exist within the hermitclone concept. worm man basically never interacts with xisuma (and even grows to resent him a bit after what happens to evil x), but luna and avery consider each other to be family.

avery and worm man's loneliness come from very different things. worm man doesnt have people in general- he's the outsider to a group of friends and can't join them for reasons beyind his control. avery, on the other hand, feels a disconnect from being the only one who was 'born into' perpetua and hasn't joined the crew 'on his own merits'. part of the difference here is in that perpetua as a story doesnt have to justify joke weirdness and that avery is a child surrounded by acomplished and talented adults

helen is actually the mvp because her presence as a grounded, well-adjusted adult changes drastically changes damien's life on marcianus. if she hadn't chosen to work against wk, damien would've been a more archetypical 'bad but sad boy' along the lines of zuko atla or hunter toh. not like he isn't already, but it would've been a lot worse. eidolon's characterisation later down the line is informed in part by helen's absence.

genuinely i didnt expect riza to be friends with avery since badtimes and worm man didn't really interact much. but i do welcome it because she's fun to write. she's quite a simple character right now, and i dont know if i should keep it like that or not because she works well as a supporting character.

#globeland perpetua

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scarletwitching · 2 years

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I’m sure you’re probably pretty six of parentage/retcon questions at this point but here’s another (sorry):

What do you think, if any particular reason, is keeping them from undoing the retcon? I don’t think it would be that difficult if they wanted to.

Maybe they’ll do it now, since (spoiler alert for DS MoM if you care: mutants are kind of in the mcu now and mcu scarlet witch is implied to be dead) but it seems like they’re doubling down on the “magneto is their dad but not biologically” thing (which I don’t love since he’s not a good dad and they already had Django).

Assuming they’re sticking with Natalya (because getting rid of her is really the only way to get rid of the unfortunate implication of a magical Roma family) but they could just say since the scarlet witch is a magical title, Wanda could inherit it as Django’s daughter, biological maximoff or not. Might even be able to connect to Billy and Tommy. They could even include a little bit about Wanda and Pietro being in Natalya’s care at some point between their time with the high evolutionary and Django and Marya when she considered them her own, perhaps prior to being… killed by a vengeful magneto? I’m unsure.

I just think this is all very odd. The Whizzer backstory lasted like 5 years, they’ve been “non mutants” for 8 now so I’m worried it’s going to stick

I mean, the real answer here is "Disney." Certainly, nobody at Marvel seems to want this. As for why Disney cares about this particular issue, I could not even begin to guess. I truly do not know why they're meddling in this. And if people don't believe me that Disney meddles in this stuff, here is someone who worked at Marvel in the 2010's saying as much, albeit about other issues:

My instinct is that the people making these decisions have no understanding of comics or the comics audience and believe that someone who wants to get into comics from the movies is going to be confused. Or something??? I don't know. That makes no sense to because 1) they will not be confused and 2) who the f is getting into comics from the MCU?

I recognize that everybody's got anecdata about them or their friend starting to read comics in 2012 because of the first Avengers movie, but statistically, "person getting into Marvel Comics because of the MCU in the year 2022" is a made up character who doesn't exist.

People love to say, "Oh, any comic with Wanda is selling so many copies now." It's fake news! These comics don't sell that many copies. To wit:

Marvel is literally synonymous with the very idea of “comics” for a meaningful percentage of the American population, they utterly dominated pop culture for multiple years here, and the source material of comics is actually usually better realized than the various bits stolen by the adaptations. Plus, on top of that, they have “Star Wars” (and also all of the 20th Century Fox library now) – it is absolutely incomprehensible to this observer that they are not entirely dominating the sales of western comics to adults. And yet, they can only sell a single book into the bookmarket at over 10k copies.

And that book is Infinity Gauntlet. These numbers do not account for the direct market, but those numbers aren't any better. These comics aren't Where the Crawdads Sing, no matter what their position is on an Amazon list. I feel weirdly passionate about this because I know many voracious readers who have tried to get into Marvel comics since the MCU has started, and it never sticks. They buy 1 TPB, complain that they either don't like the way the characters are written or they don't understand what's going on, and they go back to reading Saga.

So, I have no idea why Disney thinks this is necessary. I don't know why they thought killing off Doctor Strange was necessary. Their decisions seem like nonsense to me. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when they start properly meddling in X-Men comics. There will protests in the streets.

#anonymous #answered

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Hanahaki AU

Ohh that would be hella interesting actually, especially in X timeline where tragedy after tragedy happens.

By the time Kamui and Subaru meet, Subaru has already been coughing flowers for eight years. Subaru was forced to visit hospital few times in past because of intense flower and blood coughing but all doctors could do is ease the symptoms for a little bit. Removal or roots and flowers is possible but extremely dangerous since many years have passed and disease reached lungs. Subaru doesn't care for state of his body as long it serves him; he wants to die anyway, but he'd rather he was killed by Seishirou than die in middle of operation.

Kamui figures out about Subaru's condition few weeks after they met. He saw Subaru coughing before and overall being 'sicky' but attributed that to cigarettes (Subaru is using them to mask flowery scent). Then one day during study date he notices Subaru coughing profusely; when he pulls hand away Kamui notices sakura petals. Even if he never witnessed Hanahaki in person before, Kamui is no fool - he knows what's disease about. Kamui asks who is it for but when Subaru gives him a sad smile that's all of answer Kamui needs. It hurt; also is none of his business, Kamui reminds himself. But it hurts that Subaru had to suffer like that because of someone who not only doesn't care about him, but also sees of no more worth than a flower petal. Subaru cherishes the concerns but reassures Kamui there's nothing to be worried about, he'd push those feelings aside and fight if he ran into Sakurazukamori (but Subaru doesn't mention he'd fight so he'll make his suicidal wish reality). Kamui gets miffed because that's not why he was worried in the first place. He explains it to Subaru he's concerned for his health, both physical and emotional. It comes as a surprise to Subaru but he dismisses those concerns.

Then Sunshine 60 battle happens and Subaru gets blinded. When he wakes up in hospital Subaru finds out he can breathe properly - for first time in nine years. There's no other, doctors had to have cured the disease. Still, with eye injury and Kekais falling he has much more pressing issues at hand to think about than whether he still feels something for that man; nor would that analysis be an easy feat. But just as Subaru's discharged from hospital Kamui wakes up one day and has a violent coughing episode; has to be cold he thinks. But when he pulls hand away he witnesses two sakura petals. He knows very well what it means: first, he fell in love with Subaru. And second - it's one-sided. Doesn't come as a surprise given Subaru referred to himself as love-sick, but it still hurt to know for certain his feelings aren't reciprocated.

Kamui is bending back and forth to hide beginnings of Hanahaki from everyone. Seeing as he coughs petal or two a day (unlike Subaru who had violent fits of coughing and coughed full flowers, some even bloodied or withered, nothing but thorns), Kamui sucessfully manages to hide his little secret. All until Sorata finds out one day. Kamui protests about letting everyone know, not because of illness itself, but because of implication. After few days talking Kamui lets go of stigma associated with Hanahaki and tells Arashi and Yuzuriha; he just cannot tell Subaru, he just can't.

But Subaru finds out nonetheless when Kamui's body betrays him and has a coughing fit in front of him. Kamui was injured week prior, so respiratory issues shouldn't come as a surprise; it's Kamui's alarmed expression that speaks to him. Being victim of all shapes and severities of Hanahaki for years, Subaru shares some advice with Kamui as to how handle it the best. Assuming Kamui has unrequited love for other Kamui, boy that he called Fuuma, Subaru doesn't even ask for who he caught the disease; plus being epitome of kindness and polietness, Subaru thinks it'd be uncivil to be too nosy. For first time Kamui is grateful for Subaru's unobtrusive nature. Still, even if Subaru doesn't know, other Seals are aware of Kamui's feelings for him.

Being supportive as usual, Subaru suggests Kamui he pursues his wish and one-sided love no matter what. But the Subaru gets a shock of his life when Kamui takes him up on advice one day, leans over table and kisses him. Then realization kicks in - it's not Kamui of Dragons of Earth he's pinning for, but him.

Still, even if he cares about Kamui, Subaru knows dating him would bode for disaster given, well - everything. From grim fates to tragedies, to age difference serving as reminder of Subaru's own past, to their positions and the fact Subaru saw himself as terrible choice for dating. He gently rejects Kamui, telling him even if those feelings of his are real now (given the illness), Kamui would know better in time and stop idolizing and loving him in romantic way. Plus that distance might make feelings go away as staying with someone who caught flowers because of you is never a good idea. Kamui is further heartbroken of course. He knew his feelings weren't reciprocated but hearing Subaru dismiss his feelings like regular teen crush does hurt. He pleads Subaru to not leave him which Subaru agrees on in the end. But he insists he's not a good choice and even if he shouldn't, nor has the right to tell Kamui what to do, it'd be for mutual best if those feelings (along with disease) went away.

Day after that Rainbow bridge happens. Subaru realizes why he wasn't coughing flowers since leaving hospital - but it is too late. His own wish would never be realized now. That night he leaves Seals and goes into seclusion; later on inherits role as Sakurazukamori. Even if he's not with Seals, Subaru still feels guilty for Kamui suffering because of him (from Subaru's perspective); from time to time he keeps an eye on Kamui, both to see how he's doing and observe Hanahaki's state.

In meantime Kamui feels abandoned; in a way he is abandoned. Not even Subaru's absence did cure the flowers, Kamui is convinced nothing would. He's fearful that just like Subaru, he'd be forced to survive years and years coughing flowers while not even once seeing his loved person. Little does he know Subaru's observing him from afar. Subaru is convinced nothing good would come out of seeing Kamui directly, that he'd only give Kamui false hope. But fate plays other game and they meet during final battle. Fuuma ends up returning to his past self but he has no memories whatsoever; not of Kamui, Kotori and their past, not of apocalypse. Kamui ends up being wounded during battle and since he was on brink of death, Subaru took him to his house. It took Kamui few days to regain consciousness and couple more to recover completely. They finally talk; during all that time Kamui is trying to convince Subaru he won't stop loving him; he's also trying to see why Subaru is so adamant about believing he's terrible dating choice; he's so kind and compassionate after all, always thinking about others before himself. In the end Subaru agrees on letting Kamui move in with him since he has no reason to stay on half destroyed Clamp campus.

Nonetheless Kamui is still coughing flowers. He's no fool - he knows Subaru cares about him, loves him even - but not in same manner Kamui loves him. Both of them feel guilty about whole situation. Kamui is trying to reassure Subaru that it's not his fault and he's not trying to guilty-trip him, just feels that way. Gradually Kamui's condition worsens; he starts coughing blood along with flowers in full bloom. Alarmed by that as he knew first hand how disease can hurt, Subaru suggests Kamui goes to hospital and gets lungs fixed before too much time has passed and Hanahaki roots in deeper (like it was with him). Kamui gets hurt by suggestion since Subaru makes it sound like his feelings are also a problem. Because there's a catch: if Hanhaki gets surgically removed, feelings he has for Subaru will also be permanently gone. Of course Kamui doesn't want that; one-sided nature of it does hurt, but those are his feelings, his love - part of who he is. Subaru sees the point, he understands, but also insists Kamui could potentially die because of Hanahaki. They argue a bit over that over course of few months.

All until Kamui's state worsens significantly one day. He falls into semi-coma and Subaru is forced to take him to the hospital. Upon waking up Kamui realizes he could finally breathe properly. However instead of being happy about that he feels miffed - Kamui is fearful Subaru told doctors to 'fix' the disease while he was in coma. It takes Kamui couple of weeks to realize that's not what happened at all. One evening over tea Kamui finally snaps and asks Subaru why he removed flowers against his will. Subaru gazes at him and meekly says he didn't. Kamui asks how he's not coughing anymore then. Subaru gazes down at table and says nothing. However that silence is more than enough of an answer to Kamui.

#thanks for ideas!#subkam #x1999 #subaru sumeragi #kamui shirou #hanahaki au

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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i had a thought earlier (it happens sometimes) and immediately thought of you for some reason

maybe cause it's just... somewhat angsty xD

anyway, person comes through Ambrose who is really insecure, like when Bo comes to them and is nice and flirty they're like

"uh, don't gotta be nice to me out of pity or some sense of obligation" and when Bo questions that they go on saying that they know their friends are prettier and there's no way Bo would actually wanna talk to them

do Bo feels... kinda sympathetic? but not in the "usual" protective and soft-going-into-romance way

more like "hey, kinda wanna make them feel better/pretty for at least the time they still have" but still ends up killing them

like yeah he can do nice things every once in a while but that doesn't change his being at the core

alternatively (because of course my brain had to make it even darker) he does not end up just killing them but taking them to the basement cause in his mind that is the ultimate sign that he thinks they're beautiful and special and he will make them believe it

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ahhh thank you so much for sending this 💗 !! honoured you thought of me when you had this idea 😊 (am i known for angst? love that for me). i love this idea so much, it has everything. insecurity? bo having a warped sense of what it means to be kind? a fate worse than death? impeccable. 💀

i tried my best with this, diverged slightly from your idea but i hope you enjoy !! warning for (guess what?) angst, canon-typical murder mentions, brief mention of body insecurity, some smut implications but absolutely nothing major.

hook, line and sinker (bo sinclair x reader)

"You're not much of a talker, huh?"

You turn back to the man who works at the gas station - Bo, he had so politely introduced himself - from where you'd been staring out of the window.

His brow is raised at you as he sifts through a box of fan belts, looking for the one you need. Your previous, snapped belt sits on the work bench beside him.

You'd heard this before, so you give your practised reply, a casual laugh, as you try to stifle your embarrassment, "No, not really."

"That's okay," Bo shrugs, and his voice sounds so surprisingly sincere coming from a stranger, "Neither is my brother." There's a beat before he adds, "Though, he never shuts up."

You glance away again, trying to think of a reply, but you settle on a polite smile instead.

Bo smiles back, a small sigh leaving him as he looks back down at the box of fan belts. "I don't got the one you need here, but I just got an order in so there might be some new one up at the house."

"Sure, that works for me," you agree.

"You can come on up and then I'll give you a ride back to your car?"

You didn't want to take him out of his way to fix the belt, "Oh, you - you don't have to, I could --"

"It's no problem," he insists, "Slow day anyhow. Might as well spend my time helping a pretty little thing like you out."

That surprises you, as rarely do you receive unprompted compliments. You were used to your friends getting all the attention. For a moment you don't know how to respond. You chose to ignore it, keep things strictly business, just like you're best at, "Only if you're sure."

"Sure I am," Bo's eyes gleam with something you can't quite work out. "So, what got you driving up this way anyhow, we don't get too many visitors these days."

"I'm travelling," you answer, "cross country."

"Ain't that something," Bo muses, leading the way out of the shop and locking the door behind the both of you. He turns on his heel and starts on up the road.

You follow meekly behind him. A feeling you might once have pinned at nervousness, but now feeling more like disappointment knowing that the conversation is over. What more would Bo have to say to you beyond the pleasantries he had already gifted you?

His parents had pointed out, many times, that Bo wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but they never gave him enough credit. They never looked closely enough to see the truth. Not like Bo did. Bo looked so closely he saw straight through people and out the other side.

"How many states you been through?"

You look up, a swell of hope rolls through you before you push it back down, "Only 11."

"Ol' Louisiana bein' lucky num'er 11?"

"Yeah."

"Ain't that something."

The two of you have turned off the main street, following a long gravel road that curves around the town. On your right is a huge building, it's yellowed sign reading House of Wax.

"Funny you ended up here," Bo continues, "we're barely on the map no more."

You nod half heartedly when Bo turns to look at you, still a few paces behind him.

"Since the wax museum shut down, this ain't much of a tourist trap."

"It's nice," you insist, looking around yourself some, "Quaint."

"Yeah, quaint," Bo turns around to check on you and lets out a chuckle at your comment.

You smile back, avoiding his brief gaze.

The pace of Bo's walking slows down as you reach a house, the only one along this road and the largest in town, as far as you can tell.

Bo hops up the porch steps and you hurry after him. He turns the handle and opens the front door. Unlocked. This town must be real quaint, you thought.

You're jolted from your thoughts by Bo's voice once again, "Y'know, why don't you stay a while? It's barely noon and I'm sure you got a long drive ahead, after we get your car fixed."

"Oh," you hesitated at the open door, "Oh, you don't have to do that..."

"You musn't o' been in Louisiana long," he notes, he's unbuttoning a couple more buttons of his work-shirt as he talks, and leaves his cap on the bannister, leaving his hair messy. "You don't know how bad the midday sun gets, you oughta stop for lunch, at least?"

He waves a hand for you to come in, like he's holding a palm out for an animal to sniff before it gets comfortable being petted.

"Only if you're sure, I know I'm not, you know, great company..."

He frowns at this. "You're fine company."

Stepping into the house is a relief. Bo wasn't lying about the weather, and this wasn't even going to be the worst of it.

The house is cold inside, and even with a huge bay window, the living room is draped in shadow. Light spills from the kitchen, which seems to be the only sun-trap in the house.

Bo follows the light and you follow him. The kitchen itself is cluttered, with a sink full of dishes and crumbs on the counter. "Sorry for the mess," Bo says, though he doesn't sound too guilty.

"You really don't have to do this, you know, I'm happy to just pay for that fan belt and be on my way," you try again, though you're starting to doubt you'll ever get a different response.

"Nonsense," Bo replies, pulling three clean plates from a shelf and lining them up on the counter. "Here, look at it this way, won't you give me a lil' company before you leave, and I don't have another living soul to serve for another week or two?"

Weeks? "This place is really that dead?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Well," you ponder, while Bo starts on making three sandwiches for the three plates. "It'd be rude not to stay, just for a little bit, I guess. But, you don't have to be so nice, if you don't want, I get it..."

"Get what?"

Bo thinks he knows what. Knows exactly what. He's seen people like you before, ones who didn't realise what they had because no one had bothered to tell them. Ones who thought they were an extra in a movie instead of the being in the starring role. People like you reminded him of Vincent. People like you reminded him of himself.

"I don't know, I'm just not, y'know... the kind of person that people invite to lunch," you laugh off your comment to cover up how pathetic you feel just saying it.

"I'd invite you to lunch, any day o' the week," Bo remarks, turning back to you with a plate in each hand. He gestures for you to sit and places a sandwich, cut into triangles, in front of you.

The gesture makes you smile. "Thanks, Bo."

"No problem, darlin'."

You supress another smile.

After lunch, and with a new fan belt in tow, Bo drives you back down to the station.

"You wanna come in for a second, just to sign on this receipt. You know how it is," Bo holds the passenger door open for you and you follow him, once more, into the gas station.

As you lean over the counter to sign your name where he indicated, you feel him behind you, peering over your shoulder. The warmth of his breath ghosts your hair. He isn't even touching you and you're having to put extra thought into keeping your hand from trembling else you won't be able to write.

When you finish, you turn around, but Bo doesn't move back.

"Is that - Is that all I need to do," you ask, holding the pen out to him.

"Sure is," Bo smiles, leaning one hand against the counter. He's even closer to you now.

Both you and Bo had had some revelations over lunch.

On one hand, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you had a thing for this small town mechanic. He was easy to talk to. He didn't mind leading the conversation. He was funny. He was polite. He was hot. You might just miss him when you get your fan belt fixed and leave him behind in your rear-view mirror.

On the other, far more blood-stained hand, Bo had a realisation of his own. You were lonely. Your face lit up every time he asked you a question. The way you held back when you spoke, even after he asked to hear more. The way you moved like you were in the way and all he wanted to do was shake you, tell you that you deserved everything you wanted.

But, you don't always get what you want. Though that doesn't mean Bo can't do a good deed, now and then.

He moves too quickly for you to react, lips pressing against yours in a soft but knowing kiss.

When he pulls away, you try to stammer, "You - You don't have to, just because you feel sorry for me --"

"Oh," Bo chuckles, his hand coming up to hold your jaw, thumb brushing your skin, "I feel sorry for you, sure, but ain't nothin' to do with how you look."

You don't understand his meaning, and you don't have time to figure it out either, because his lips are back on yours, a deeper kiss this time, and his hand drops to your waist.

He's good at this.

"Please," you mutter, when he finally pulls away again.

"Please?" he teases back, and his hand dips under the waistband of your jeans.

"Please!"

"Oh, darlin', look at you," he coos, stroking your cheek and you lean forward to kiss him again.

Slowly, you can feel him moving you, walking you away from the counter, but you'd be damned to let this end here. No, you wanted it all, even if he did just feel sorry for you.

All of a sudden, the heat of his lips is gone and he's hefting you over his shoulder. You laugh in surprise, until you notice where you're going. He carries you through a doorway and down a flight of stairs. Things are looking decidedly less like "a quickie in a gas station" and more like "you're being taken to some strangers basement".

"Wait, Bo. Bo, where are --" You're cut off when he kicks another door open and you're flung down into a chair.

It feels so medical, the cold metal of the chair and, when you look around, the rows of... tools that line the workbench in the corner. Oh fuck.

"Wait, Bo, Please," you try to struggle, but he's as strong as he looks. He's holding you down as he fastens heavy leather straps around your wrists. "Please, I I'm sorry! What are you - you going to do with me?"

You can feel the wetness of tears as they begin to stream down your face, into your open mouth as you plead.

"C'mon darlin', stop making this hard on yourself. Aren't you happy?"

"What?"

"This is where the pretty ones end up," Bo smiles, his eyes too playful to ever match up with his actions.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #gets a mention heehee #ahh i love this so much #im bad at plots but your idea was excellent #gave me a lot to work with !!#i hope you enjoy !!#as soon as i read the end of your ask i knew it had to end up in the chair #slasher x reader #implied death tw #tw bo not knowing how to be normal #also !! i am working on the lester thoughts you sent !! cannot say that fic will be around soon butttt i will be around i promise !!

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