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Joker Out in Metropolitan magazine: "Another step forward"

An interview with Bojan Cvjetićanin and Kris Guštin in the autumn/winter 2023 issue of Metropolitan magazine (published 27.10.2023). They talk about their plans for next year (recording in London, touring, and the new album), the way they approach making music, and how they've changed after Eurovision.

Another step forward

The highly successful group Joker Out, consisting of Bojan Cvjetićanin, Kris Guštin, Nace Jordan, Jan Peteh and Jure Maček, is already well-known and warmly received here. The biggest night of their career - sold-out Stožice - is behind them. 12 thousand listeners (including me) gathered in Ljubljana's arena, where we enjoyed hit after hit for two whole hours. Even though they're still young and at a relatively early stage of their journey, Joker Out are already an accepted constant on the Slovenian, and now also international, music scene. They're so omnipresent and so high-profile that it feels like they've been active for decades already, even though we've only really started listening to them. So we are definitely interested to see what else they will get up to in the future.

M: At the end of September, you released your first song in English. Was that foreshadowing for the album?

Bojan: One song on the album is ticked off, and you can expect the whole album next year, around this time.

Kris: After the New Year, we'll start recording it abroad.

Bojan: We've decided to take our time and work through the things that have happened to us so that our feelings can settle down and we can allow ourselves both a creative break and a break from performing. We will start afresh in the new year and go abroad for the first time. We won't approach the new album the same way we did Demoni, where we set ourselves a four-month timeframe to make it; rather, the creative process will last from January until somewhere around mid-summer. We will also probably be in different locations.

M: You said that you were going abroad. Did you mean that in terms of recording, or that you are heading onto their scene? In recent months, you've already stepped onto international stages, where everyone received you with open arms.

Bojan: Yes, in a sense we're already present on the foreign scene, but while recording the album, we will move to London for a few months to create there as well. We have a European tour coming up in March and the first week of April, then we will return to London, and over the summer we'll perform at festivals and return home to our base. After releasing the album at the end of September or in October, we will do another tour or two.

M: You mention London a lot. Have you grown really attached to it?

Bojan: London filled us with inspiration and captivated us the most. It's true that the new song is called Sunny Side of London, but it doesn't actually have any connection to London other than me having to pick a location. The idea was born when we were driving around England in a bus that you sleep in overnight while it's driving from one location to another. When we were driving from Glasgow to London, I woke up in the morning, just happened to open the window, and we were just driving past the Palace of Westminster, which was bathed in sunshine. And that is how the song title came to be! (laughter) But the song is about our fans, our concerts, our connection with the fans - it actually describes the experiences from past concerts.

M: Given that you've spent quite some time in London, do you each have your own favourite corner of it?

Kris: I liked Camden a lot.

Bojan and Kris (in an English accent): Camden town!

Bojan: A part of London that I love a lot is Richmond. It seemed like a fairy tale to me.

M: What kind of response did you get when you released your first song in English?

Kris: To be honest, the response was a lot better than I expected. We weren't afraid, but we did expect some negativity from the Slovenian public who is used to the Slovenian language, but I think that we got good support from the Slovenian and Balkan audiences. It seems that we all understand that this is something that's necessary for wider commercial success abroad, to allow us to build a career there. On the other hand, I also want to say that we didn't force ourselves to make a song in English, it happened completely naturally. As we were working on it, Bojan started singing the lyrics to Sunny Side of London over the music.

Bojan: In the studio, we followed Žare's [Pak, their producer] rule that the language you're drawn to at the start should be the one you finish in. We made a few demos while we were in the studio, Sunny Side of London was the one we liked the most, and I started writing it in English and it stayed that way. We've learned that that's the only way to go, because at some point we had planned to translate our songs from Slovenian to English, but then we saw that there was no point in doing that. When a song is made in one language, it should stay that way. A translation is really just an adaptation of sorts. I think that our listeners could feel that it [SSOL] was an original work.

M: You two are the ones who usually write the lyrics you perform. How about for Sunny Side of London?

Bojan: I wrote the lyrics.

Kris: Bojan wrote the lyrics and we padded it with chords. (laughter)

M: Has your dynamic changed recently, in terms of making music?

Kris: We are changing more and more. Sunny Side of London is actually a good example of how our music-making has evolved. It's true that in the past, Bojči would bring a song to rehearsals, every now and then I would bring one as well, and then we made something from that idea. Now we approach things differently. First we do something with the instruments, you could say that we're 'jamming', then we find some sort of a draft or a moment we all liked, and then we develop our idea based on that, and Bojan has the opportunity to write lyrics for it. Sometimes we have ideas that we can realise later on. For example, Bojan had been thinking about us screaming in a song for a while, but he didn't know how to incorporate that. Well, we found an opportunity to use that. We've got to the point where we feel that it's a natural creative process, and we don't come to rehearsals with a ready-made idea anymore.

M: Would you say that you prefer this way of creating?

Bojan: Actually this natural way is much more freeing, because we are completely carefree in making our musical ideas happen. I am generally a big proponent of the idea that if I can manage to make a song the way I imagined it, I absolutely like that. It results in some slightly different songs as well, but I think that 'jamming' is really healthy for the band.

Kris: It's also true that Bojan has less and less time to write songs at home. It's better to come to rehearsals when we have two days off between tours, because that's where we shatter ourselves with music. That's how we express the feelings that have built up in us during a tour.

Bojan: We can truly refresh our minds and express what we feel. In the week we spent in the studio, we got a lot of top quality material. Completely spontaneously and naturally. I'm not worried about the new album, because we already know that we have some top quality drafts that we keep thinking of and we can't wait to get to them. On the other hand, we still have four months of living in a new environment coming up, which will definitely give us new wings in that regard.

M: So it suits you that you'll be going out of your comfort zone?

Bojan: Absolutely.

Kris: Like you said before - we are present on the international scene, but to truly be present means to be in a cultural centre like London, where alongside music, you can also create a team as well as a strategy going forwards, for how you're going to efficiently break into that market.

M: Given that you already have ideas for the album, I'd like to know if there's a message that you want to include in it?

Bojan: Honestly, no. I believe that we will approach our creative work the same way we've approached it before. If we like it, then it's good. We truly haven't adapted any songs in a way that we thought would work if it didn't work for us. We're lucky to have Žare, who is an excellent "filter". He will also come with us abroad, wherever the road takes us. We remain faithful to our base.

Kris: With the new song, we also started working with Sebastian Krys, a nearly 20-time Grammy winner, in the post-production phase. He also put a lot of himself into this song and I believe that he will give a lot to the new album as well. We have another "filter" who is well-established on the international scene.

M: How do you maintain your unique sound on the music scene?

Bojan: Between playing concerts, creating, and growing up, each member of the band has developed a persona behind his instrument. It's fascinating to see how important the person behind the instrument is. Kris, Jan, Nace and Jure have developed a style of playing that really belongs to them and is a kind of indescribable mark that you can recognise, and it is becoming more and more obvious. My character has also been built, as a singer and a musician standing on stage. When we combine all five of us, we get the Joker Out sound. Just yesterday I was having coffee with Žare and he asked me why people respond so strongly to what we're doing. With many musicians, when you're at their concerts, you feel that they are on the stage and you are under the stage. There's no personal connection. People like that seem very inaccessible. We feel that we have managed to keep a playfulness on stage and a relationship with the audience where each individual feels like they're at their own concert, and everyone else just came along. If we look at the ultra-successful stars, they also make you feel like they're singing only to you at their concerts. If we don't lose that, we're good. If we do lose it, then we're f*****! (laughter)

M: How did your life change after Eurovision?

Bojan: We're suddenly able to have concerts all around Europe, which is truly unbelievable. Next year we might be able to go even further, because we really travel a lot. Suddenly there are a lot of things on the line that we haven't had to deal with until now. We faced two big challenges as a band in a short time. After all, this is a group of people who were used to working in their home environment, and then it suddenly changed. If the dynamic changes in a negative way, there can quickly be friction. I'm glad that we had a few "baptisms by fire" where we had to act as one and build stronger bonds to be able to handle all that. I think that we've grown as a band and as individuals.

Kris: Just the fact that we went on holiday together immediately after Stožice says a lot.

Bojan: Yes, the only holiday we have.

M: You're good!

Bojan: Or stupid. (laughter)

Kris: We did have a week when we were each on our own.

Bojan: But we were sick in that time, so we were forced to be apart. That was when we realised how much we missed each other. We're not a group of coworkers anymore, we spend more time together than with any relative or best friend. I feel like I don't know how to live without these four dudes. (laughter)

M: Do you see music differently after Eurovision?

Bojan: Yes! We never want to play with playback again. At Eurovision, only the vocals are live, which is hard for musicians.

Kris: It was an interesting experience, but I really wouldn't do it again.

Bojan: Can you imagine someone telling you once again that you have to spend half a year just emptily plucking your strings?

Kris: And only one song over and over…

M: Is there a song that you're always excited to perform on stage?

Kris: Most of them, but a good example would be Ona.

Bojan: That's true. Ona is a good example, collectively. Or Tokio?

Kris: Nace is the biggest fan of Tokio, but I think we all vibe to it. (laughter) For me it's Plastika.

Bojan: Oooh, yes! And Ne bi smel.

Kris: Oooh, yes! All the songs from the second album. (laughter) Carpe Diem is nice too. Everyone is waiting for that song!

Bojan: I think Novi val is also a very special, really powerful song. Especially now that we've performed it abroad. You realise how many obstacles we have in our heads that can actually be bridged with one click. And when you see an entire hall of people, who had never even thought of getting to know your language before, holding up a light and singing as if they understand what's happening in the song. It's really fascinating.

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We watched Joker Out at the biggest performance of their lives and caught their feelings backstage immediately after the show.

Bojan Cvjetićanin: "I imagined that I'd be feeling a lot in the time after the concert, but honestly, I don’t have a single feeling right now. (laughter) I honestly don't know what's going on." (smile)

Jan Peteh: "I feel as if I've been climbing a hill for a year and now I've come down."

Jure Maček: "I feel like we're going on a tour of these kinds of venues."

Nace Jordan: "No feelings, my head's empty." (laughter)

Kris Guštin: "I've got a feeling we're going to enjoy these next three weeks, as we're going on holiday."

(This blurb is from their post-Stožice press conference; you can watch a part of it with English subs on our channel here: Joker Out First Impressions After Stožice Concert)

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin

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follivora · 4 months

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what I don't understand is that why people are calling whatever jan & nace are doing "performative" and "queerbaiting" (ffs) , while being seemingly okay with jere, who's out there fully gaying it up with every single man that comes within five feet of him, while being in a steady relationship with a woman (and probably straight?). this must sound like I'm bashing jere, and I'm absolutely not, I love him, and I commend him for pushing the boundaries. but it's just interesting and weird to me that is he allowed to play with his identity like that, but if jan and nace do it, even just a little bit, it's performative queerbaiting. that smells like hypocrisy.

this is exactly what i cant wrap my head around either. i do love jere to death and i do love him just doing whatever he likes and whoever he likes for that matter, but exactly as you said, out of all of the guys, he's the only one in a confirmed relationship at the moment but we all love him and his boyfriends right. JO are probably all single rn because of their insane schedule, but even if they weren't, nace and jan never pretended to be dating? i dont know what they have but its fucking beautiful, they very apparently adore each other and they love to be close to each other, it can be fucking platonic and thats okay but its real? why would they fake it? what would a guitarist and a bass player with 30k followers each would get from it?

how dare you like say that jan, who's always been super comfortable with being close to men, said his crushes are male, had a fucking hot line call to be a male, dresses however he wishes and is fucking very open and free minded is queerbaiting? how dare you say that nace, who's had a fucking pride flag profile pic long before becoming famous, has been super comfy with being touchy with every man around him since we've known him, someone with a little fun dingily earring and extremely kind heart would just queerbait and trick fans into thinking something?

the insane attempt at proving that nace and jan are straight first on twitter and now fucking here actually screams of homophobia, i dont see anyone trying to prove that kris is straight 24/7 even tho he mentioned dating someone in the same interviews like nace did, why do you care so much about if nace likes dick or not jesus fuck let him be himself without dragging him down and comparing him to stereotypes

i am not saying they are queer. i am not saying they are not queer. i am just a very strong believer in letting people living their lives, loving people around them and i dont have any reason to think people would fake their existence for getting 128 hundred more likes lmao

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crplpunkklavier · 1 year

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thoughts on vongole, and kristoph as a dog owner

DISCLAIMER: i am not a professional in dog care nor training. i have had and trained a dog for many years now, but he is not a retriever. i've studied up on other breeds out of curiosity (and due diligence tbh). if anything i say here is factually wrong and you know more, feel free to reach out!

Kristoph: Ah, yes, she's surprisingly delicate, you know. Requires careful tending. But, she is my "best friend", as they say. Phoenix: "Best"...? Come on, now I'm starting to feel bad for you. Kristoph: Oh? Of course, she's known to bite if handled roughly. Phoenix: Y-Your rose bites? Kristoph: ...... I was speaking of the photo next to the rose. My retriever, Vongole. Cute, but feisty.

this is all we ever learn about vongole. am i going crazy about it? maybe. (also, after this line, phoenix thinks to himself, "every dog has its thorn..." as if that means literally anything. i love him so)

vongole is one of my favorite mysteries about kristoph. she is not at all relevant in aa4, and if she was only ever going to be in this tiny bit of flavor text (so easily missable too!) why put her in at all? was she going to play a bigger role in a later game that shu takumi never got to bless us with? i guess it's possible. that would lift vongole on the same level as those pesky black psyche locks. but either way, we have her here, and that means i get to overanalyze her :)

or more accurately, i get to overanalyze kristoph gavin on the basis that he has a dog who

is a retriever

is "surprisingly delicate"

requires careful tending

is his best friend, as they say

bites if handled roughly

hey. what the fuck does any of that mean, kris?

lets start with the breed. i've mentioned in a post before that many of us seem to have collectively decided that vongole is a golden retriever, which seems fitting, since those are famous blondes, just like the other gavins. however, "retriever" doesn't automatically mean golden retriever! there are a few other retriever breeds. you're probably familiar with labrador retrievers, for instance. i have a curly-coated retriever in my neighborhood who, you guessed it, has a charming curly coat, pitch black, and is a trained service dog!

we often see retrievers as service dogs, because they're pretty fit for the job. the name retriever comes from hunting though. while my own dog is more engaged in actually running ahead and killing prey himself (no i don't let him do that.), retrievers have been bred to go and, well, retrieve prey for the hunters. this of course means that you can also teach them to retrieve other stuff for you fairly easily. like meds, socks, blankets -- stuff a service dog would be helpful for.

apart from that, retrievers are also known to be good family dogs, because they're friendly, affectionate, loyal, and quick to trust. they're also very active, and pretty smart! there are minor differences between the various retriever breeds, but this much goes for all of them to some extent.

why in the world does kristoph have a dog?

i... just..... does he seem like a dog person to you?? i just.... i mean, he doesn't seem like a cat person to me either. or a plant person. maybe he doesn't seem like a person to me. i just really stumble over this sometimes, because it seems wild to me to think that kristoph gavin got himself a retriever just because he.... wanted a retriever?

the guy works what's pretty much an office job. his salary shouldn't be very high, as a defense attorney? but, well, he's implied to like high-profile cases, and he had the money to employ an assistant, so i don't think he's poor. he needs time and space for a retriever, though. vongole isn't a little shih tzu who's happy to just hang out on your lap all day. again, REALLY active. this is a dog who wants AT LEAST an hour of outside time a day. kristoph gavin doesn't even look like he's ever seen the sun. but ok.

one frankly hilarious route i've considered is that he wanted a dog for protection. klavier says he's been "living in fear" ever since zak gramarye disappeared on him, and then he panicked enough to straight up beat him to death the minute he saw him again seven years later. he's paranoid, he's spying on everyone involved. i think kristoph really was very scared. so maybe at some point he figured he'd get himself a dog that would protect him from assailants.

i say this is hilarious because..... a retriever is not the dog you want, man. like, yeah, she'll be loyal to you if she likes you. the problem is she is also really quick to like you, or the intruder in your house, or the guy coming to your office to kill you. if kris got a retriever because he wanted a guard dog, that was a fantastic bit of stupidity, and i personally love it for him.

another angle i like, one that makes him a little less stupid and a little more horrifying, is appearances.

But, she is my "best friend", as they say.

this line really does something to my brain. kristoph gavin talks like a law text book at the best of times, so the somewhat awkward wording of it isn't really what's bothering me. it's the fact that he said it at all. it's that very last part. the "as they say." because, yeah, sure, people say that. yeah yeah, man's best friend, we've all seen it.

and it just... seems so very kristoph to latch onto a truism about human beings, to make himself look like one. look at him! he's got a suit, he's got a job. he's totally on speaking terms with his brother. when the bar association voted to disbar phoenix, he was the only one who voted against that (one more thing i'd love to make a big post about one day lol), he has regular dinner with his good friend phoenix wright, he has an assitant, he has a law office. he probably has a car, because it's LA. he has a savings account. that's not, like, canon, but he does. of course he also has a dog. he's just a regular human guy! he likes poetry and the arts. his best friend is a dog, and more than that, a breed which is known for its gentleness, and for how great they are with..... children :)

let's all sit back and let that chill go down our spine for a sec.

kristoph got a retriever to prove something. kristoph got a retriever for the same reason that he made friends with vera misham before he tried to kill her.

remember what his prison cell looks like? with the books, the arm chair, the violin? he keeps up appearances, even after his arrest. of course he'd put up a framed picture of his beloved dog. like any normal human person would.

but did he treat her well?

well...... well.

here's the thing.

i don't think kristoph gavin is an animal abuser. i don't think he treated her badly. but that's a sliding scale, with dogs, and with most pets, isn't it? if i'm never outright mean or violent to my dog, that's great, but if i never give him enrichment, if i never learn to read his body language, if i never give him what he fundamentally needs as a certain animal of a certain breed, i'm still not treating him well. i'm not treating him right, i'm just not overtly torturing him.

back to kristoph. in this vein, i often think about what we hear of his interactions with young vera. one thing that particularly sticks out to me is how drew misham says that kristoph was one of the very few people who ever made her smile.

kristoph clearly has a way with children, to an extent. he knows to get her that stamp -- he actually understands her childish fascination with magic a little too well and gets her a present that she likes so much it thwarts his whole plan. keep in mind that vera was 12 -- when kristoph's younger brother was 12, kristoph was 19 already, old enough to consciously learn things about the 12-year-old in his household. he knows kids, and he gets through to them.

but never fully, does he? klavier figured out something was off about the way his brother came to his office. and even vera, despite smiling at kristoph so earnestly, despite really loving that stamp, despite being only 12, even vera was so horrified by that little twitch of the devil's hand. there was always something uncanny about kristoph.

why am i bringing that up? i'm not saying everyone who's good with children will be good with dogs, or the other way around. but there is common ground. you're dealing with a living thing that's smaller than you, dependent on you, and you're building a relationship that'll take a lot of calmness, understanding, and reassurance. kids often can't express themselves in ways adults would immediately understand, and neither can dogs.

and i think kristoph got about as far with vongole as he did with vera. i think vongole liked him fine. again, retrievers are quick to like people. he was there, he fed her, he probably gave up trying not to let her up on the couch. sure she liked him. but did she listen to him?

before i ever had a dog, my mom used to tell me that she thought the concept of dog training (the german word is Hundeschule, so literally "dog school") was stupid, that she'd had a dog as a kid, and that dog didn't have to know any tricks, it wasn't a circus animal! well, my mom was also bad with every pet we've ever had, and with all three of her kids. so.

look, it's important that your dog listens to you. i'm just saying. no, it doesn't have to know "circus tricks," although depending on the breed, it might have fun learning them! and it definitely just. it needs the basics. your dog needs to understand what "no" means, and your dog should come when called -- i know we're all tired of alpha terminology and it's constantly used wrong, but, genuinely, your dog needs to know that you're the leader of the pack. your dog needs that, it's good for the dog. turns out i was also using it wrong! this reblog explains what i meant to say better than i could. my point was that you have got to give your dog something, some form of structure. for the dog's own cognitive development, for you to work as a union, and last but not least to make sure you don't bring harm to the outside world!

and, yeah, this is absolutely the part where i think kristoph failed. because no, i don't think he was ever violent with her or anything, but i also don't think he would ever have the patience it takes for solid dog training.

why else does he, unprompted, bring up that she is "surprisingly" delicate, and requires "careful" tending? kris, did you not know? why are you surprised by how delicate a literal living thing is? did you accidentally step on her paw and she acted like it's the end of the world? yeah, they do that. did you come home late from the office one night and there was a pile of poop on your overturned laundry basket? hmm. if only something could be done about that.

the "bite if handled roughly" part is the last one i wanna talk about, because that also gave me a lot of trouble.

i mean... dogs bite. they do! mine bites. especially puppies are happy to play-bite, often into hands, and it's important to get that under control while they're young. this also loops us all the way back around to vongole being a retriever. remember, they're bred to carry stuff in their mouths. it is in this dog's dna to use her mouth for stuff.

this means she might be bite-happy in a very specific way. i've actually read multiple times that retriever bites are "soft", because again, they're just supposed to retrieve game when hunting, not kill it themselves. it's already dead, and a dog actually biting into it would make it yucky for humans to eat. retrievers are good at moderating bite strength for that.

but.... it doesn't sound like that's what kristoph is talking about, is it? she's known to bite if handled roughly. that sounds like she really bites. and of course she does. if handled roughly. hey, what the fuck does that mean, handled roughly? who's handling her roughly?

again, this doesn't necessarily scream animal abuse. as @mlmschemes, out of professional experience, has brought up, there are certain things that need to be done during a vet visit that dogs don't always love, especially if they aren't used to it, like nail trims, to state the easiest one. you might have to hold a dog down for that. and if that dog is trained and socialized like ass, yeah, she'll bite if handled roughly.

but, hey, don't worry. she's just feisty. :) cute but feisty, he says.

just like every fucking dog owner i've ever met in the neighborhood who has a half-rabid untrained menace that would probably tear my face from my skull if not for its stupid retractable leash.

anyway.

kristoph wants to be a dog owner because it's a fun normal human thing to do and makes him look non-threatening, well-adjusted, and generally likeable. but he sucks at dog training. nobody has ever fully believed the guy--fucking, even apollo IMMEDIATELY deserts him in court. kristoph lives a superficial life and vongole probably has zero trouble becoming the best friend of whoever gets her next.

just to bring this already embarrassingly long post to a point and an end, here's some quick tips from me for portraying vongole, and by extension kristoph dealing with her:

retrievers are affectionate, so vongole is probably a cuddler

kristoph probably has fur fucking everywhere. he comes into the office with a briefcase thats just filled with lint rollers

vongole knows exactly zero commands. if you have food in your hand, she will sit down, because sometimes that gets her things, and she will try to use it at every possible opportunity

if sitting down doesn't work, she will become more and more annoying. if my dog felt like i wasn't giving him enough attention, he used to walk up to my desk and nudge my forearm with his nose so strongly that my grip on my computer mouse would slip and i would fuck up whatever i was working on.

kristoph loses patience with her. it'd be interesting to write, because he'd want to save face if it happens in public, too. he can't yell at his dog there, that'd look bad. i imagine a lot of insistent leash tugging, a lot of ill-advised grabbing/holding her (here's where he probably gets bitten too), and a lot of smiling and laughing and being like "ohh, haha, she's just so feisty today, what's going on ooo she's so nice normally haha"

i doubt he played much with her? she probably had toys, but for kristoph to interact with them a lot.... you can play fetch with retrievers pretty well, because, once again, they're retrievers. and that's a pretty classic "look at me i'm a normal dog owner" thing to do, so he probably has some like, tennis balls and stuff that he'd throw for her. but that's probably it.

if you write vongole changing owners to klavier and/or apollo, please please please let her do a full 180. if you're going by what i've theorized here vis à vis kristoph, that dog is DESPERATE to learn. dogs want jobs and she would be SOOO happy to be trained.

forget that thing about old dogs and new tricks. my dog is 8 years old and i'm currently teaching him a new command, for funsies. it's working and he loves it. you can write vongole becoming a model citizen at any age. i implore you to.

#😳#imco #im not copying this into openoffice to check the word count. its so much #i got carried away lol #ace attorney #kristoph gavin #vongole #ash i hope it was ok to @ you!! lmk if not then ill remove the url

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kurtie4life96 · 2 years

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Criminals / Kurt Kunkle × Fem Reader

Summary: What happens when Kurt's childhood friend comes into play, changing the outcome of Spree?

Content Warnings: MINORS DNI- pnv sex, knife play, blood play, murder, (mostly)Dom Kurt, (mostly)Sub fem reader, no use of y/n, slowburn, angst, fluff, friends? to lovers, slap if you squint, porn with a plot, literally the movie Spree like you know there will be blood

My first smut. Hope you enjoy. Xoxo

♡ you go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a cross

not just another Bloody Mary,

Mary on a cross

your beauty never ever scared me,

Mary on a cross

if you choose to run away with me,

I will tickle you internally,

and I see nothing wrong with that ♡

Mary on a Cross - Ghost

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Sitting back against the pillows on your bed, you rolled your eyes as you watched Kurt's overly (and annoyingly) excited face on your phone screen.

Though it's been years since the two of you have seen each other, you have been secretly watching all the videos he posted, all his livestreams, never giving away who you actually were, with a username he couldn't possibly trace back to you. Ironically enough, it was:

kurtie96

No profile picture, no information about you, nothing.

This was ironic for various reasons.

You became pretty close friends at the age of 13, the age he started to become obsessed with the idea of going "viral". And you were his biggest supporter, despite all of his cringyness and stupid ass peace signs. You loved spending your free time with each other. You were even in some of his earlier videos, laughing, pushing each other around, doing risky shit, just being stupid.

When his parents got divorced, you noticed a bit of a personality change in him (to say the least). You watched his soft brown locks begin to slowly plaster to the front of his face with grease over the years. You watched Kurt spend his time becoming more and more desperate to get internet famous, and not spending enough time taking care of himself. Where there was once a charismatic, charming (at least in your eyes) boy, a self absorbed, pathetic, pitiful man took its place.

He's very lucky to still have a pretty face and smile.

You blamed his parents for who he'd become. His dad Kris was self absorbed and narcissistic himself, despite his claims of being Buddhist, and desperately craved attention. Impressionable Kurt looked up to that, and his mom was too busy into her own hippie crystal bullshit, not even caring to notice who her son was turning into.

You also blamed Bobby, the little shit Kurt used to babysit. He became internet famous simply for being a despicable, annoying little asshole. He treated Kurt like shit.

And you used to love him. And there was a part of you that still did.

"What's up guys, it's Kurt here-"

You immediately turned the volume all the way down on your phone. You quickly sent him an encouraging, supportive chat, along with a $100 donation.

You watched his face light up with the biggest grin, reading his lips as he said "Wow! Thank you so much for your donation, kurtie96! Thanks for being my number one suppor-"

You abruptly left his livestream.

Even though you thought his obsession for getting internet famous was gross to watch, you still supported him... out of pity.

Even though you had a falling out 2 years ago.

You had deleted all of your social media, every platform. When Kurt confronted you about it, you told him you needed a break from all of it. He took it to heart, took it personally, and as you watched tears begin to well in his sad, doe eyes, he spat words at you that you'll never forget.

"If you're not documenting yourself, you simply don't exist. Especially to me."

As much as those words felt like a knife twisting in your chest, your stomach feeling like it fell out of your ass, you didn't stop him from walking away. You couldn't tell him the real reason you deleted all your socials. You were required to keep it a secret, your life depended on it.

He broke your heart, but you broke his too. Losing that friendship felt like losing a large fragment of your soul, leaving you forever feeling empty since that day.

A year later, you couldn't help yourself but to make an untracable social media account. Just to see how he was doing. And that quickly turned into watching him every time he went live and every time he posted. And that quickly turned into you becoming his number one supporter. He just didn't know it was you.

Shit, I do still love him, don't I? What kind of love is it? Wait, is it even love, or do I just feel sorry for him? Whatever, doesn't matter.

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Later that evening, you hear your phone ding. A notification from kurtsworld96.

You sat up to see a new video he posted.

Kurt was still on his #TheLesson bullshit.

You rolled your eyes, and yet tapped on the video.

He had in front of him, a water bottle and a syringe. He began to explain how to inject poison into the water bottle, and how no one would ever notice it had been tampered with as long as it was sealed with a glue gun.

Haha, very fucking funny Kurt. You'll do anything for clout.

You looked at the time.

Well, I guess I'd better get going.

You hastily commented a few words of support on the video, grabbed your belongings, got in your car, and drove away into the night.

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Later that week, you woke up on a Friday morning. A sigh of relief came from you.

I don't have work to do today, thank God.

As you got up from your bed, you walked over to your kitchenette in your small studio apartment, and made yourself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.

A notification from your phone interrupted your breakfast.

You muttered frustrated nonsense to yourself, and looked at the screen.

kurtsworld96 is live

You downed your coffee and sat back into your bed, wondering what clout chasing nonsense he was doing this time.

You tapped on his live.

You watched as Kurt was yet again livestreaming his Spree riding. Only this time, there was a man in the backseat spewing some nonsense about being proud to be white. Kurt looked visibly uncomfortable.

kurtie96: kick his ass out of the car!

Another chat from Bobby came up. Just him talking some shit, nothing new.

"Don't worry kurtie96 and Bobby."

After Kurt gave a speech about how all races are the same and how racism is toxic, he sped right through a stop sign.

Holy shit Kurt, what the hell are you doing?

Interesingly enough, the man in the backseat seemed excited. He then went to take a drink of a water bottle. Almost instantly, the man began to cough, and his coughs increasingly grew violent as Kurt reassured him that it was just pure water.

The man then slumped over in the backseat. He didn't appear to be breathing. Kurt looked into the camera, put his sunglasses on, and awkwardly threw up another peace sign.

Oh my God.

I wonder what convincing Kurt had to do in order for Bobby to get a man to play a racist, and "die" on his livestream.

You scoffed. This is really hitting a new low. You left the livestream for about an hour before you opened it again. You watched the same thing happen to a total Karen directly afterwards. This was so fake, it was painful to watch, but you sent a quick blurt of support.

kurtie96: $100 donation SHE GOT GOT LOL

You physically recoiled at what you had just typed.

"Holy shit, thank you for the support again kurtie96! A hundred dollars? Where are you getting all this money?!"

If only he knew.

Why the hell do I keep doing this again?

You saw Kurt beam his gorgeous, wide smile into the camera, almost as if he was looking directly at you, and only you.

Oh yeah, that's why...

You felt a bit of butterflies in your stomach. This was a sensation you hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, this was one of the strongest kind of emotions you'd felt in a long time.

You hated it.

You usually were completely emotionless, void of empathy- except for Kurt. And now you're giddy over his smile all over again, like when you were kids. Ugh.

You continued to watch his livestream, as you had nothing else to do. You kept chatting words of encouragement, while Kurt very much appreciated your kindness. You began to feel hot. Physically hot, sweating.

Yuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

You changed into a white tee and some comfy shorts. Much better.

You opened his livestream again to see a man who introduced himself as Mario in the backseat, seemingly harassing another woman named Jessie while Kurt told him to stop.

kurtie96: he's a misogynist. Tell him to gtfo!!

Kurt glanced at your chat, then slammed on his brakes and told him to get out. Jessie then happily obliged to get out instead, throwing water on Mario's face after calling her a bitch. You laughed, then stopped when Mario called him a homophobic slur and to just drive. You felt disappointed in Kurt when he complied.

Mario, shortly after Kurt began to drive again, said he felt sick to his stomach because of how embarrassed he was. Kurt pulled over and told him to get out if he was gonna puke. Mario began to argue back, but Kurt snapped back at him with a crack in his voice, "I need to keep my CAR CLEAN!"

Mario then said he needed to take a piss anyways, and got out of the car, walking behind it and stopped to do his business.

Then that dreaded Gummy Bear song came on. You were about to die from secondhand embarrassment, but then Kurt gave the camera a little smirk and began to reverse quickly. He reversed into Mario, his bloodied body falling over to the front of the car. "Are you guys seeing this?" Kurt said into the camera, ever so nonchalantly. He then apparently ran over Mario again as he drove away. "Fun." he said.

I can't believe the lengths this man will go to for views. It had to have cost him so much money to pay Bobby to get these shitty actors.

But as Kurt drove to a gas station to fill up his tank, you noticed Bobby still talking shit in the live, saying it was fake news. And you couldn't help but notice the blood on the ground and the front of Kurt's car, and how Kurt began to talk quietly when he realized there was a cop filling up his tank right next to him.

Something was definitely not right.

Your stomach sank a little. Bobby definitely has the money to do all this fake shit, yes, but why would he help out Kurt? There's nothing in it for him, he hates him. Something wasn't adding up, but you tried to shake the feeling off anyways.

You pondered for awhile wondering what you should do, if you should do anything at all. You and Kurt hadn't talked in 2 years. Well, technically, that wasn't true, he just didn't know you had been practically stalking his lives and being his number one fan. Whatever. He loves it.

You made a decision and walked quickly to your dresser to put on a jacket, and some sweatpants, throwing your sneakers on before heading out the door with your bag.

Once you got in your car, you opened your phone to see yet again what Kurt was up to.

There was blood all over his windshield. The inside of his car. And a bit on him. He was driving into the car wash. He called Bobby and explained to him what just happened, with much excitement. Asked him if he saw that triple K.O. That his count was up to 7 people. Bobby continued to keep talking shit, telling Kurt that he didn't even get double digit views. He began to honk his horn violently in defeat and frustration.

Your heart sank. This was real. None of it was fake. He really did brutally murder those people. It was all real. And he did it on a LIVESTREAM.

You knew you had to get to him. And seeing him murmuring to himself about how he'll show Bobby... you knew where he was going.

You couldn't let Kurt do this to himself.

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You pulled up to Bobby's house. In the driveway, was Kurt's car. You quickly pulled out your phone and opened the livestream. Kurt was taking a shower, blood all over him that was obviously Bobby's. He was ecstatic, over the moon, as his stream began to finally go viral. "Do you guys, do you guys wanna see my, boner?"

Really dude?

You clicked off your phone and got out of the car, making sure to close the door quietly. You made your way up to Bobby's front door. Ever so gently, you turned the knob. It was unlocked.

Dumbass couldn't even bother to lock the front door.

You tiptoed inside slowly. You instantly heard Kurt talking to his new followers in Bobby's bedroom. You looked down to see a brutalized body on the living room floor. Bobby. It was Bobby's body.

You snapped your head up at the sound of your own username.

"You know, I wonder where kurtie96 is? They were my number one fan from the start, but I haven't seen them in the chat in a long time. They were there from the very beginning. Anyways, even if you're not watching, shout out to kurtie96-"

"I'm right here."

Kurt snapped his head up, and his eyes widened. His face and body went white, completely obvious to tell since he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Wh- what- hang on- what the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Turn off the live, Kurt."

He gawked at you. Was he seeing things?

"Did you not hear me? TURN. IT. OFF."

He continued to stare at you in shock, before narrowing his eyes and looked back at the livestream. "Hey guys, I'll be back in just a few minutes-"

You quickly smashed the screen on the floor, feeling the adrenaline and rage turn you into a complete monster.

"What the FUCK-"

"You are one stupid little shit, you know that?" you snapped at him, almost growling.

Kurt went silent for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. You were standing right in front of him. How? You had been gone for 2 years. How did you know what he was doing, where he was at? You didn't even have any social media...

"Wait, wait... are you kurtie96?"

"Do I really need to answer that question?" you let out an annoyed, breathy laugh, "How stupid can you possibly be, to kill all these people for views and followers-"

"NO!" Kurt slammed his hands down on the table, knocking various things off of it.

You went red in the face. He had never raised his voice at you before.

He continued, with a shaky, low voice, "You don't just get to walk back into my life, at a time like this, you walked out on me-"

"NO, Kurt! YOU walked out on ME!" you raised your voice back, holding back tears.

"No, no, NO!" his voice cracked, "you deleted everything, and told me it was because you couldn't stand me!"

"No Kurt, I never told you that. But..." your tears were threatening to spill down your face, "I let you believe that. I did delete everything, but it wasn't because of you. I HAD to. For my own safety. And now look at this big mess you've made."

He scoffed at you. "So why did you do it then? What are you a- a cop?"

You began to shake and went silent.

Kurt snapped his fingers in your face, "Hello, earth to BACKSTABBER?! I asked you a question!"

You pushed him back forcefully, "I'm not the backstabber here, Kurt! I'm not the one who ended a friendship because of social fucking media. How can you be so blind and ignorant to your surroundings? To my feelings?!"

You caught your breath, while he fell silent for a few moments.

"I just wanted to keep doing what we were doing. We were having fun... and now - wait, you still haven't answered my question. Is... is there like a, SWAT team outside or something?"

You looked up to meet his eyes. Those pretty teddy bear, scared eyes. You cursed yourself for how they made you melt a little.

"No. I'm not a cop, but there will be some outside soon if we don't clean up this mess right away. Find some bleach and an old rug-"

"Why did you delete everything then?"

Your face suddenly went cold, as did your heart. You were going to have to tell him now. You didn't have a choice at this point.

"I kill people too."

He laughed. He LAUGHED at you.

He laughed for a solid 10 seconds.

"If you're going to arrest me, you should have done it already, you- you bitch." He picked up his knife. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you're going to have to die now, too."

You held still, didn't move a muscle, waiting for him to make his move.

He twirled the knife in his hands for a moment, eyeing the details on it, with a melancholy look on his face. He didn't want to kill you, you used to be his best friend. And all this time, you've secretly been his number one fan. There were many times he wanted to give up, but you were there behind a screen, encouraging him every step of the way. Why though?

Before he could finish his thoughts, you had charged at him, swiftly grabbing the knife from his hand. You harshly pushed him into the wall, pinning his arms above him with one arm, one leg between his own legs, and your other arm holding up the knife to his throat. He was surprised by your strength.

You lightly pressed the tip of the knife into the middle of his throat, just enough to nick him and draw the smallest amount of blood. He winced, but then didn't dare move an inch.

"I told you you were a stupid little shit." You said with a menacing voice.

He kept his eyes on you, taking in shaky breaths.

"Are you gonna let me talk now, Kurt?"

"Mhm." He didn't dare say a word, in fear of the knife piercing his throat more.

You eased the knife a few inches away from his neck, and softened your grip on him.

"I kill people too. I'm just not as sloppy as you are."

He continued to meet your gaze. You fell silent. He gained enough courage to ask you a question in a wimpy voice, "Why are you killing people? I mean... my... my reason is obvious, but you don't even have social media. Why are you doing it?"

"Well.. there's a couple reasons. One, I get paid to do it. Two, I do it... because I only kill bad people."

"Bad people? Like what?"

"Like... the 1%ers mostly. The sexists, the racists, the homophobes, all the evil that lives in Los Angeles. I go on dates with them, make them feel comfortable, and then I poison them, sometimes strangle them, if I have to. And after I kill them... I take their money." You had a small smirk on your face as you said it, but quickly shook it off.

You let Kurt have a moment to take in what you just confessed.

"Is that why you were always able to send me those big donations?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Okay..." He dragged out the word. "But why support me so much?"

"Because I still care about you. I mean, I hate you for ditching me because I deleted my socials, I had to do it so I couldn't be traced. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. That's why I didn't say anything. But.. yeah. I still cared about you. I couldn't just automatically turn my feelings off like a light switch."

Kurt went a little red in the face. He looked like he was going to.. cry? Laugh? You couldn't tell.

"Feelings?" he said, a little too much excitement in his voice.

"Not those kind, fucking idiot." You quickly snapped back.

You looked down. Kurt's towel was threatening to fall down his waist. And he had a boner. He ACTUALLY had a boner.

You finally released him from his grip. "Put some fucking clothes on, you sick fuck. I'm going to help you. And you should feel lucky that I am."

He nodded his head in agreement, but opened his mouth again, "But what about my followers-"

"Fuck your followers. You can either get arrested and sent to trial for murder, or you can stop this now and be a free, stupid man. And hurry up, we have some cleaning up to do."

He groaned like a toddler who hadn't got his way, but began to walk over to Bobby's closet to find some clothes. You turned to go walk back to Bobby's body, and made another comment.

"By the way, why the fuck is your hair still greasy after taking a shower? Do you even wash it?"

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After you both changed your clothes (Bobby's clothes, yuck) and cleaned up Kurt's sloppy work, you two had made a plan. You followed his car to his grandpa's junkyard closely, with the body in his trunk. You couldn't let his license plate be seen. Once you got there, you burned each others old clothes and let the dogs have at Bobby's body. You took Kurt's license plate off his car and discarded it, and also commanded him to throw his phone into the fire as well. He protested relentlessly until you promised him you'd buy him a brand new one.

"Okay Kurt, get in my car, time to go home."

"What? So now everything is magically all better and I just go home?"

"No, Kurt. Not your home. My home...my home."

He hesitantly got into the passenger side of your car, and off you went.

The first few minutes of the drive, there was some uncomfortable silence. Kurt was the first to break it.

"So, where do you live anyways?"

"Skid Row. It's a studio apartment."

Kurt looked at you with a funny, confused look on his face, while you kept your eyes on the road. "How do you have so much money, but then live in a shitty part of town?"

"I have to keep up a certain look for the kind of life I live. Stupid." you spat. You instantly felt a little bad, but didn't change your serious expression.

Kurt then went silent again for a few moments. You glanced over at him to see him staring at you, with woeful eyes. Now you really felt bed.

"I'm really sorry." His voice was almost a whisper.

"It's okay Kurt... just don't ask stupid questions-"

"No, not that. I meant, I'm sorry. Like, sorry sorry. For everything."

Your hands gripped the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry too, Kurt."

You glanced at him again.

God, he looks so defeated. How can I be so mean to him, especially when everyone was so mean to us when we were in school? All we had was each other.

You couldn't help but realize that the only person you had ever felt sorry for, was Kurt... what the fuck?

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Once the both of you were settled into your apartment, you went into your closet and pulled out a burner phone from a box as Kurt watched you from your bed. You dialed a phone number and put the phone to your ear.

Kurt, jealous and antsy, seeing as how you made him throw his phone into the fire earlier so he couldn't be traced, asked loudly, "Who are you calling?"

"Shush!" You put your finger to your lips and glared at him. You slowly looked away and someone answered the call. "Hey... yeah it's B. I need one... for a Kurt Kunkle... yeah, you'll be able to find him easily... thank you." You hung up the phone and sighed, feeling... sad?

"Your name isn't B."

You shook your head, annoyed that he could be this oblivious as to why you would never say your real name out loud, and ignored him.

"Why did you say my name? Did you just like, tell on me, or something?" He said, getting a little nervous, shifting on the bed.

"No Kurt. I wouldn't clean up after your mess just to come home and 'tell on you'. What are you, 12? I had to make a call to get you fake papers."

"Fake papers? Like, a fake ID?"

"Yeah. And birth certificate. And social security. And passport... a new name."

Kurt got quiet, then whispered, "Why a passport?"

You could feel his fear radiating off of him. "Because Kurt, you killed all those people, live, on your phone, for so many people to see. You'll be recognized any time now. You can't hide in my apartment forever. You'll have to leave the country. Don't worry, when you get to where you're going, I'll have everything all set up for you, a place to live, a job-"

You stopped talking when you noticed him beginning to quietly sob to himself.

God, you felt so bad for him. He thought he was on top of the world, until he realized he wasn't.

"But... I don't wanna leave the country. I wanna stay here."

You walked over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. "I know you don't. And I know it's scary. But I'm trying to help you here... this is your only chance at getting away with this."

He stopped crying, but leaned into your chest, sniffling a little. You were surprised at the notion, but after a few moments, put your arms up, and held him.

How is he gonna cry right now, after mercilessly killing eight people?

"You know Kurt, I know you don't wanna talk to your dad, but if you want, you can make a quick phone call to your mom to say goodbye-"

"I killed her this morning." He quickly cut you off, his statement void of any emotion.

Oh. Nine people.

"Oh... um. Okay. That's okay. That's.. alright then." You didn't really know how to respond.

Yeah, he's 100% insane. Well... I mean, I have no room to talk.

You held him a little while longer in silence, before he sat up again. "So... what happens now?" He looked at you with his glossy eyes. Damn, those eyes.

"Well, now we wait. For your new papers."

"How long is that gonna take?"

You shrugged. "Probably early in the morning. And then you'll go straight to the airport."

He didn't like the thought of having to leave the country... or leave you.

"Okay," his voice getting a little louder again, "what do we do while we wait?"

"I don't fucking know, Kurt, we should probably just go to bed. You're gonna need the sleep. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, no, you sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the floor. Its your place, and you are a girl- I mean, uh, a woman after all. It wouldn't be right." He stuttered awkwardly, then sheepishly smiled at you.

"Well, you're gonna need your rest, so... we can both just sleep in the bed. It's not like we haven't done that before when we were kids."

You both gave a little smile at each other, thinking back on times where everything wasn't so fucked up.

Kurt grinned at you, a bit of light back in his eyes now, "Hey... do you remember when we like... practiced with each other?"

Nevermind. Kurt and I have always been fucked up.

Your face turned hot. You looked away from him and gulped. "Yes."

When you both graduated high school after turning 18, you both got a little drunk, and, seeing as how lonely you both were and only had each other (because you guys were the nerdy, weird kids) you both decided to have... a little fun together.

"Those were the days." Kurt said with a shit eating grin, then instantly putting a serious look on his face when he saw your not so pleased reaction.

"That was one time Kurt. And we didn't even go all the way. It was stupid."

He frowned. "I didn't think it was stupid." he looked down and twiddled his fingers.

You couldn't lie to yourself. Thinking back on that experience made your inner thighs burn. But you couldn't think of things like that. Not after a night like this. Not after knowing he was going to be gone in the morning.

"Hey," Kurt's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Come with me."

"Huh?" You looked at him, thinking there was no way he was serious.

"Come with me. Please." He pleaded with you.

"Kurt, I can't do that."

"But why?" Ugh, he sounded so sad, you hated it.

"Because I don't have to. I have a life here."

"A life of what? Of- of murdering people and... living in this dump?"

"Well, I murder bad people."

He threw his hands up in the air and smacked them back down on the bed dramatically. "Well, so did I, if you think about it!"

You rolled your eyes at his childish fit. "Whatever." You sat up from the bed. "I'm going to sleep now, Kurt, on the floor. Someone will drive you to the airport in the morning." You began to walk away from him.

"We could be a power couple!" His voice cracked.

You stopped and turned to look at him. "Kurt... never say 'power couple' ever again."

"Well, I'm serious! We're perfect for each other!"

"Really?" You scoffed. "In what way?

"Well, we both kill people." He looked at your face with hope.

"Yeah, except I'm good at it, and you're terrible at it."

"Well... I mean, they're dead. So... yeah, I'm good at it."

You were silent for a moment, and then softly said, "Kurt, we're both psychopaths. Sociopaths. Narcissists, whatever people call it. Void of all feeling, no empathy for other people-"

"Except for each other," he now sat up from the bed and walked over to you, standing only a foot in front of you, "...except for each other. You wouldn't have helped me if you didn't care about me. And I wouldn't have had second thoughts about killing you if I didn't care about you."

You groaned. He was right, but it still wasn't a good idea for the two of you to be together.

"I love you." He said, his face red with embarassment from his confession.

What the fuck? Did he just say that?

You stared at him intensely, feeling like there was no possible way you heard him right.

He spoke up again, face still red from his confession, "I... I like... LOVE you love you. I'm.. yeah- yeah... I'm in love with you. I mean I still regular love you, but I'm in love with you. And I always have been." He stuttered through his words.

You couldn't do anything. You couldn't speak, or move. His words paralyzed you. So you just stood there like a statue, feeling like the temperate went up 100 degrees.

He took a deep breath, "Just, just- come here!"

He reached forward and grabbed your face, kissing you, hard. Really hard. He wasn't making out with you, but the passion was there. His lips stayed connected to yours, giving you a 10 second long, desperate kiss, before softly letting go of your face and mouth, and taking a small step backwards, waiting for your reaction. Waiting to see if that was an okay thing to do.

You continued to stare at him, right into his soul, took a step back, and slapped him across the face.

His head stayed turned in the direction where you slapped him for a few moments, before slowly turning to face you again. He put a hand up to his cheek, gazing at you with a pitiful look.

Fuck. I can't take it anymore.

You lunged for him, grabbing his face as he did with yours, kissing his mouth hard, tangling your fingers through his hair. He instantly grabbed your face and kissed you back, with the same force. His right arm snaked under your left, and began to slowly stroke down your back, his hand pausing when it got to your ass. You quietly moaned on his lips, feeling absolutely manic.

You pulled back for a moment, and gazed into his eyes, the both of you breathing heavily.

"I love you Kurt."

"W...what?" He panted.

"I love you too. I love you more than anything."

He continued to gaze into your eyes, putting his right hand back on your face, thumb rubbing the soft skin of your cheek. He pressed his forehead onto yours, the both of you still panting, breathing in each other's scent.

God, he smells so good.

You went to kiss his lips again, hungry for more, but he pulled back. Before you could open your mouth to ask what was wrong, he put a finger to your lips.

"So..." He smiled. "Considering everything, like... you know, how we're murderers and psychos and stuff... how do you want to do this?"

Your lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Anything goes."

"Really? Anything?"

"Anything you want to do, I want to do it too, Kurt."

He grinned wide, before crashing his lips back onto yours again. He was now holding you tightly. He stuck the tip of his tongue out, licking your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth. You happily obliged, your tongue beginning to dance with his. These kisses were hungry, desperate, teeth clashing with each other, noses pressed hard against each other, and yet, these kisses were so wonderfully in sync, like your mouths were made for each other. Like you were made for each other.

You could feel yourself getting wetter every second that passed, when all of the sudden, you felt Kurt bite down onto your lower lip, hard. You let out a small gasp, immediately tasting your own blood. Kurt then pulled his face back from you, leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He stared at you with a crazed, wide eyed look on his face, before spitting directly onto your white shirt, your own blood and saliva now beginning to slide down your chest. You looked at him in shock.

"Well, now that your shirt is all messy, looks like you'll be needing to get rid of it."

He began to pull his knife out of his pocket.

Wait, I still had that knife. How did he get it back from me? Maybe when I was holding him?

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt taut, and lifted the knife underneath it, traveling up to your neck, the tip of the knife now barely poking at your throat, the same way you did to him only hours before. With a devilish look in his eyes, he dragged the blade down your shirt from the neck of it to the bottom, ripping it in half. He then grabbed either sides of your shirt and snatched it down your arms.

You looked at him in awe. You never thought this was something Kurt was capable of doing, being so dominate, despite being a cold blooded killer.

The evil look in his eyes quickly went away, turning into puppy dog eyes. "Um.. so.. was that okay? I just thought it would be hot if I did something like that... sorry."

You smiled. "It was more than okay."

"Really?" He grinned with excitement.

You nodded your head eagerly. "More. I want more."

He yanked you in for another passionate kiss, this time lifting you up by your ass, and throwing you onto your bed.

He hovered over you, before digging his face into your neck, kissing hungrily, traveling his mouth across until he found your sweet spot. You moaned shamelessly, and felt him smile against your skin. He sank his teeth into that spot, gaining another loud moan from you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, feeling his hot breath, while he abused your neck, leaving dark bruises across your skin, leading his way down to your chest. He snaked his arm from your stomach to your chest, groping your tits from underneath your bra. You put your arm behind your back and arched, trying to unclasp it for him, but he had another idea. He grabbed your arm and pinned it against the bed. Knife still in his dominant hand, he slid it underneath both of the straps, blade again ripping another piece of clothing. He slid the ruined garment down your body, tossing it over his shoulder.

He then pinned down both of your arms with his left hand, the other putting down the knife for a moment so he could hastily pull your pants off of your legs, throwing them across the room along with the other discarded garments. You were now only in your underwear.

He continued to hover over you, his pupils blown, while he slowly crept his hand down your stomach, and into the front of your panties, sliding his fingers through your soaked folds. You arched into the heat of his hand, trying to stifle back an embarrassingly load moan.

"Wow, already this- this wet, huh? I guess you do... really like it like this."

You nodded your head, arms still pinned above your head.

"Remember all the things we did when we... practiced?" He said, his hand cupping your heat.

"Y-yeah. I do." You managed to respond.

"Like...this?"

He slipped two digits inside of you, instantly curling his fingers to find that sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck Kurt-"

"And this..." He reached his thumb up and began circling your clit, simultaneously fucking his curled fingers in and out of you slowly, just the way you like it. You arched into his hand again, moaning and murmuring his name as he continued, with a giant grin on his face.

You managed to speak through heavy breaths, "Kurt... how do you... remember what I like?"

He gave you a soft, gentle look, stopping his movements briefly.

"Well, because I love you... and how could I ever forget that night?"

He started pumping in and out of you again, only this time with a quicker pace. Your eyes glazed over, tears forming, as your pathetic moans grew louder and louder, feeling that yummy knot in your stomach begin to form. You leaned your face towards his, begging for his kisses, which he eagerly accepted. He began to moan in your mouth quietly, tipping you over the edge.

"Kurt... I'm gonna..."

"Do it. Now."

The knot inside of you released. He kept his pace to ride you through your high, while you became a blubbering mess of his name and expletives.

Once your orgasm came to a halt, he gave you a gentle kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.

"Did you like that?"

You nodded your head, completely dazed. "Yes."

"Good, I hope you like this part too. But it's not something we ever did before."

"Wha-"

He quickly grabbed the knife he had placed beside you, and slashed you across your abdomen.

You gasped in pain, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

"Wow, would you look at that." He smiled, admiring his work, and placed the knife back down to rub his hand over the wound, which was not deep or wide enough to severely harm you, but still stung. He began to spread your blood across your bare torso. He now had the most pure evil look you'd ever seen. Eyes wide, pupils blown so big they were black, a wicked, cruel smile plastered across his face.

You were in disbelief.

You had never seen anything so sexy, so erotic in your entire life. You had never been more turned on.

"Kurt..."

He glanced up at your face, now looking worried, "Yeah babe?"

You couldn't help but feel butterflies at the endearing nickname.

"Do you think you could let go of my arms now?"

He quickly released you from his tight grasp, "Yeah, yeah, I'm so sorry, I really wish I hadn't done that, please don't be mad at me, I'm so sorry-"

You cut him off by sitting up quickly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt with your hands instead of opting for the knife, ripping it in half hastily.

He looked down at his now ruined shirt, and looked back up at you startled, then gradually smiling that wicked, evil grin again. He hurriedly slid the shirt off of his body. You grabbed the crotch of his pants, feeling how absolutely hard he was, silently motioning for him to take those off too.

You sat back on your elbows a bit, admiring his body. He looked so sexy like this. No weird clothes, no bucket hat... just Kurt. You stared at his chest and happy trail in awe.

"It's your turn." You said in a menacingly low voice. You grabbed the knife from beside you and slashed him across his abdomen, the same way he did to you. He physically leaned back in shock, losing his breath. He looked down at his bleeding wound, and looked back at you.

"It's only fair." You said innocently. You rapidly sat back up again, putting your hand on his cut, and began rubbing his own blood all over his torso. You looked into his eyes, looking for some sign of acceptance. He smiled back at you.

You fervently began to latch onto his neck, kissing open mouth, sloppy kisses everywhere, before you began to suck all over, until he let out a wimpy moan. You smiled against his skin. You had found his sweet spot. You bit onto it forcefully, drawing a little blood. He gasped in pleasure, and you began gently sucking on it, as if to make it all better.

You made your way down to his chest, leaving marks and bruises all over him while he swung his head back, panting heavily. You continued until you got to his still bleeding wound, licking and kissing it gently. You began to kiss down to the hem of his boxers, before reaching both hands into them and slowly pulling them down, his bare, hard cock now in plain sight. Kurt lightly gasped. You were pleasantly reminded of his length and girth.

It's always the nerds, isn't it?

You went to caress it, before Kurt's hand grabbed your wrist, motioning for you to stop.

You looked up at him confused, your face covered in his blood, and he began to speak.

"You know... I was actually thinking, uh... maybe we should just, or I should just, focus on you, considering how you helped me tonight... you know, if that's okay."

Why does he have to be so adorable?

You gave him a little smile, "Aw, Kurt, it's okay. I would really like to make you feel good too. It's really not a prob-"

"Actually, you know what? Shut up."

He pushed you back onto the bed hard, nearly knocking the wind out of you. His sinful eyes and smile were back on his face. He had this devilish side to him that seemed to come out spontaneously.

He grabbed the sides of your panties and yanked them down, again throwing them across the room. He hiked your legs up over his shoulders, and without warning, his face went directly for your cunt, not easing in whatsoever, instantly eating you up like you were his last meal.

"Oh, FUCK, Kurt!" You nearly screamed. His hand came down your wounded stomach to abuse your clit once again as he began tongue fucking you.

He remembered this part of our practice too.

He continued to lap you up forcefully, you moaning his name over and over again. You felt him smile against your heat. He then latched his mouth onto your clit, his tongue dancing over it eagerly.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you arched into his mouth, feeling your next high begin to rise up. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, causing him to moan. The vibration from his lips alone tipped you over the edge.

"Kurt, it's happening- oh FUCK!" He dug his fingernails into your thigh as you hit the peak of your second orgasm of the night.

Feeling the high die down again, you looked down at Kurt, his still wicked, evil eyes looking up to meet yours. His face was now covered in your blood too. Your wound had reopened... the sight of his bloodied, smiling face was unbearably erotic.

We really are some sick fucks, aren't we?

He crawled over and kissed you with the most passion, the both of you now tasting each others blood on your tongues.

You never expected in a million years for Kurt to be this dominant, so in control. And he never imagined you being so submissive to him.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he backed away from your face. He grabbed your hips hard, and yanked them up to meet his cock, a yelp escaping from your lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you s-so, hard."

This never happened when we practiced, we never got to this point-

He lined himself up with your now swollen entrance, and rammed all the way into you with ease, bottoming out. You both moaned shamelessly loud. Kurt had to stop himself from busting right then and there as you instantly clamped down on him. This was something he only ever fantasized about.

He began to thrust into you, slow, but excruciatingly hard. It was nothing like you've ever experienced before. You were nearly going cross eyed. He continued this forceful pace before roaming his arms under your back, pulling you up onto his lap. He was now sitting on his knees, while you sat on his dick, immediately hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You both gasped at the sensation, and started grinding into each other, perfectly in sync, over and over again, whispering sweet words of praise to each other.

"Oh god Kurt, you feel.. so.. good-" you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"Fuck, so do you.. babe- you really... really like this?"

"I do, I love it so much, Kurt.. feels.. oh god... you feel amazing."

"Well... I love... you."

"God, I love you too.. more than anything." You gave him a lustful smile and put your hand up to his cheek, caressing it for a moment, before you crashed your lips on his again, groaning into each other's mouths, still grinding down onto him, keeping the same rhythm.

When you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, he was gazing into yours too. Only this time, his didn't look so sinful. They were filled with pure adoration and love for you, tears beginning to gloss over his eyes. He looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You began to tear up too.

It was an unholy, yet beautiful sight to behold, the two of you covered in each other's blood, sweat, saliva and tears, a squishing mess of wetness connected between the two of you.

The sensation of his stomach hitting your clit as you fucked sent you into over drive.

"Kurt.. I'm gonna-" He grabbed your hair by the scalp and yanked your head back.

"D-do it.. you look so pretty when you cum.. please cum for me, I'm right there too." He stumbled over his words, now picking up the speed as he used his other hand to grab your ass to pound into your walls as quickly as he could manage.

Just hearing his praise and lust-filled voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You screamed his name as you clamped down onto him, having your third, but most intense climax of the night. You felt his cock begin to get even harder as he kept thrusting through your high. You dug your nails into his shoulders and kissed him eagerly, he moaned into your mouth and you bit his bottom lip, drawing blood as he did to you before, and that was it for him.

He threw his head back and loudly moaned a mixture of your name and obscenities as he came deep inside you, absolutely losing his breath.

As you continued to sink down into him through his orgasm, he began to start to steady his breathing a little, until you finally stopped riding him when you were sure he was finished.

He slowly tilted his head forward, and looked at you half lidded, a small grin on his face. He pressed his forehead into yours, breathing in each other's scent, breathing out small, awkward chuckles of contentment.

He wrapped his arms around you, still inside you, and you did the same to him, the both of you leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses all over each others faces, not being able to get enough of each other.

You looked back at him with pure warmth in your eyes, but you face dropped when you noticed tears streaming down his face, sniffling a bit.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Are you regretting this? I'm so sorry Kurt-"

He put a finger to your lips and shushed you, a small, sad smile on his face. "Come with me."

"What?"

"Please come with me. You..you know.. leaving the country." His face a mix of pleading and hope.

You were silent for a moment, stroking his soft cheek, before smiling back at him.

"Okay."

"Really?" He looked like he was about to start sobbing with joy.

"Really.. I will go with you."

He laid you back down on the bed, finally pulling out of you. He smothered you with small pecks of kisses all over your face, laughing with glee in between. You squealed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He stopped for amount to admire your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"What will we do when we leave? I mean, I'll slow down on the 'trying to go viral thing'."

"I have a lot of money, Kurt. We can do whatever we want."

He paused for a moment, before asking, "Do you think we could still kill people? Like, together, you know?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, we can. Only bad people though. And NO livestreaming any of it... I'll teach you."

He lied down next to you, still with a cheesy grin on his face. He gently rubbed his finger along your bruised lips. "Mine. You're mine."

You ran your fingers through his hair again, giving him a goofy smile back. "All yours.. and you're mine."

You both sat in silence admiring each other's bodies for a few minutes, before Kurt sighed deeply, "Well, I guess we should go take a shower and get all this... blood off of us before we leave." You gave him a sweet "Mhm." in agreement.

Another devilish look came across his face. "Maybe we could... round two?"

"Yes... but I'm shampooing your hair first, Kurt."

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akanemnon · 11 months

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so i know some artists HATE it when people use their art without asking (i too would hate it!) but we really love your art, so we wanna ask

can we use it for profile photos?

don’t remember if you answered this already or not sorry ahahaha

like your hilarious kris faces they’re so funny 💛

Oh yeee, I answered that here. Typically I have no issues with people using my art for personal uses. As long as they don't claim it as their own I'm pretty chill with it

#ask

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despair-nagito · 5 days

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I love your works! You even inspired me to write my first krispollo fic, but I'm afraid to publish it and get cancelled over it… Why is krispollo considered problematic?

Aww, thank you for your kind words <3 It's really nice to hear that I inspired someone.

I've never heard anyone saying that Krispollo is "problematic", but it is, in fact, a complicated ship that under specific circumstances may become a dark ship.

We're playing here on power dynamics, because Kristoph is older than Apollo and is his mentor, so it's easy for Kris to overpower Apollo (probably physically, too, because Apollo is smaller). To it, Kristoph has a great reputation, what in case of him becoming abusive towards Apollo, he could ruin the younger attorney if he decided to report it (if he would notice his partner being abusive).

I think that there's something important to mention that is easy to miss because Kristoph in general is seen as an abusive jerk and cold-blooded killer only. Their bond was built on mutual trust that can be seen in 4-1, starting from "my trusted mentor" written in Kristoph's profile to their conversation when Kristoph was called to give his testimony ("et tu, Justice? Would you betray me, your teacher?" – I don't think he would say it if he didn't feel like Apollo was about to violate his trust).

About publishing – there's no need to worry, seriously! On AO3 you can post a work anonymously. In the row "Post to Collections / Challenges" you need to write and choose "Anonymous (Anonymous_Collection)", and done. Nobody, but you, will know that the fic is yours.

#anon ask #ace attorney #apollo justice #kristoph gavin #krispollo #proship #proshipper #proship safe #darkship

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maryannecrimsworth · 8 months

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Against All

Pairing: Hailey Upton x Single Father! Former FBI profiler! OC! Kristoff "Kris" Aller

Summary:

Nine corpses, nine burnt buildings, nine victims --- no connections.

The Intelligence unit of District 21st had been unable to find anything. All the clues were dead ends, all the people murdered were different - there was no pattern, no connection.

The only thing in common in all the cases: the modus operandi.

More murders were happening as the unit remained stagnant -- the cases were increasing, and they weren't getting any closer to having even one suspect.

Voight had no choice: he called the most efficient criminal profiler that he knew - who had also left the Bureau after a terrible event.

Kris Aller didn't want to go back, he didn't want to look a monster in the eye ever again, not after what had happened to his daughters.

But the sergeant needed him. This case - all the murders - were linked to the tragedy of his life. A tragedy that Hank couldn't avoid.

A tragedy that only Hailey Upton would understand --- and uncover.

Chapter One: Benjamin Cooper

— God, I hate this song — the teenager complained in a grunt. Even though she was sitting in the passenger seat, she could hear the younger girl singing from the back. — Can you tell her to shut up?

— No way. — The man driving replied quickly. — Amber's expressing herself, I can't tell her off for that.

— So tell her to express herself with another song! I swear to God if I hear — the girl on the back sang loudly: I was good she was hot — Argh! — The teen grunted. — I gave up. My ears will bleed forever.

— Blackhawks won yesterday, let her cheer. — He looked at the girl by his side, worry present in his semblance. — Is there something—

— Billy's here! — Amber shouted, making both the man and the teenager flinch. He stopped the car.— Papa, can I go? Please, I need to talk to him—

— At least she stopped singing.

— I heard that, Tess! — He stared hardly at the older girl before turning to the other. — Yes, you can, Amber, but behave in class, ok?

— Thank you! — She freed herself from the belt, kissed and hugged her father, and held the door of the car. — Bye, papa. Bye, Tessa. See ya later! — she dropped off and ran into the school. Her shirt of the Chicago Blackhawks got the attention of some girls around but she didn't mind.

They watched the little girl go as they waited inside the car in complete silence.

— Oh, no. — Tess suddenly spoke. — Mother Alert, we gotta go.

A woman appeared on the horizon: it was too late, she had reached the car and was already asking for the teen to lower the window.

— you're a terrible getaway pilot. — she mouthed to the man before rolling down the glass and allowing the woman to come even closer.

— Kris! How good to see you! — the woman screamed.

— Hello, Margaret. — only Tess could tell his smile was fake. — How are you?

— Oh, dear, I'm suffering because of you! — Tess widened and moved away from the window. Being between the two now should be her punishment for complaining. — My boys won't stop asking for your pretzels! My house is a mess.

— I'm sorry to hear that. You haven't tried the recipe yet? — Kris kept his hand on the wheels. He wanted to leave as much as Tess did.

— I have, but I don't have the magic hands you do, dear! Would you like to stop by tomorrow and teach the boys how to make it? I think it's the only way to calm them down.

— Oh, no, I wouldn't like to bother you. — One of Kris' hands fell to the gearbox. — I'll bring some more to their training, don't worry. — the car started to move. — Sorry, I gotta go. See ya!

The woman was left behind in sidewalk as both Kris and Tess started to breathe easily again.

— Was she smelling? — Tess asked.

— Don't be mean. It was just some cologne...I guess.

— It's paradoxal, you know. The mothers love a single dad but are crazy to make you no longer single.

— This is the conversation you want to have right now?

Tess' smile faded away. Kris wouldn't miss a thing, would he?

— I don't want to talk about it.

— Okay.

— It's just silly stuff from school.

— If it's bothering you, then it's not silly — he started, and Tess finished the sentence with him, her voice was filled with impatience and discomfort.

— I know, I know. — she sighed. — Still, I don't feel like talking right now.

— Sure. — Kris kept driving. — Do you want to get some ice cream?

— I have class.

— It's okay, we have time. — He turned the wheel to the right and started to look for an ice cream parlor. They arrived at a commercial street very quickly. — Here it is.

— It can't be open.

— It is! — he parked without any problem. At this time in the morning, no one was driving or passing by a street like that, but, thankfully, the parlors and cafeterias were open — still empty, but open.

— So, — he turned off the car. — ice cream?

— I hate when you do this

Kris smiled.

— you hate many things but you love ice cream, don't you?

— yes.

— So let's go.

Kris made her smile — well, she was smirking but it counted —, and they approached the parlor with joy.

The man was about to crack a joke when a man showed up by the empty street corner.

Kris' steps slowed down, recognizing him immediately. He, however, didn't allow Tess to have the chance to look at the other man.

— Tessa. — He turned her over to him. — I'll be right after you, ok? Here, get the one you want. — Tessa noted something was wrong, but she obeyed and walked over to the parlor, keeping distance from the other man.

As she reached the shop, Kris waited for the man to come closer.

— Sergeant Voight. — Kris spoke with a tense voice. He already knew what this was all about. He knew what he was going to ask. That's why he didn't take any of Voight's calls. — How can I help you?

— You know how. — Voight was holding a file. — I need a profiling, off the books.

— The feds would be happy to help you with this.

— No. — Hank stepped closer, — they can't know. We still don't know the length of this and...

— Maybe one of them can be involved. — Kris grunted under his breath. He looked away and remained in silence for many minutes.

— We've got 9 victims so far. — Hank would say whatever he needed to convince the man. — It's a clear M.O but we cannot predict too much besides that. My team and I—

— Okay. — Kris spoke suddenly. This time, when he looked back at the Sargent, his eyes shone discreetly. — I'm in. — His look jumped to the girl in the parlor, now appreciating her ice cream. — With one condition. My daughters have to be safe , no matter what.

— Nothing will happen to them. — Voight handed him the file. — I already spoke with your boss, he said he'll take care of the center until you're done helping us.

Kris laughed.

— You're a step ahead, as always. — Kris walked away from the Sargent. — See you there.

Voight nodded and left.

And Tess was watching everything when Kris finally came to the parlor.

— You're getting back, aren't you? — Tess sounded suspicious. Her hands were squeezing the bowl of ice cream with strength.

— You don't have to worry about it. — Kris said, helding one of her hands in an attempt to calm her down. Her expression slowly softened. — I made sure you and Amber we'll be safe and... — He showed a mischievous smile. — you have your own high school drama to live now, forget about me.

Tess rolled her eyes at his words.

— I'm not telling you anything.

— Yeah? I doubt it. I think you will come up with five profiles by next week.

— God, you make me sound creepy.

Kris laughed proudly and loudly.

— What can I say? It's our family thing.

Arriving at the police station would never be discreet: as soon as Kris left his car, half a dozen officers turned to him. Some smiled, some widened their eyes, but the loudest of all was Ruzek, who cheered and shouted as he came closer.

— Can't believe you're here, man — Adam hugged Kris and tapped his back. — I always thought you'd come back

— Hold on, I'm not back — "yet", Adam whispered, interrupting Kris while they walked to the unit floor — Voight asked for help and that's it. Don't get too excited.

— I'm not, but Kim will be. She's been curious about you since Myk and Amber started playing together.

— But she already knows me… — Kris was confused, he couldn't understand the reason behind Adam's excitement in time

— But she doesn't know ‘Bishop’! — Kris grunted in distress — It's good to have you back, Bishop

Adam walked away laughing as they came upstairs and met with the rest of the unit. Voight, Upton, Torres, Burgess and Atwater stared at Kris immediately.

— Team, that's Aller, former FBI profiler. — Voight introduced him — He’s going to help us with this case, so bring him up to date.

The man nodded respectfully and came closer as Torres stepped in and showed him the board.

— We have 9 corpses, 9 places and 9 crime scenes. All of these men were killed between 9 p.m to 3 a.m, with chains and inner burns.

Inner? Kris frowned at the words and stared attentively at the photos.

— They were cooked. — Kim explained with a choked voice. — Tortured during the whole night. We can’t get why, we don’t have any suspects…We don’t even have images. Only the bodies.

— And we don’t have much more of them, either…They had to be identified by their dental arch.

— It’s cruel. — Kevin said.

— It’s personal. — Kris spoke. — The victims had any enemies in common?

— No one. Nothing, to be honest. — Adam approached the board with the photos of the victims. — Different jobs, different homes, different colors and ages…But the same way of death.

Silence took over the room. Again, confusion and tension paired in the air as the new member of the unit stared at all the data, and all the other members watched him. He was totally still, eyes frozen on one name on the board.

— Benjamin Cooper. — Adam broke the silence with anxiety, pointing at the name that Kris so determinedly looked at. — No criminal record, but he testify years ago in—

— I know him. — Kris cut him off, and his eyes finally moved: his gaze landed on Voight. His expression, even though still as before, focused on the sergeant for too long. — He’s the reason why I’m here.

Voight looked away: the discomfort made him move around the room as Hailey watched them both suspiciously.

— Why do you mean? — Kim inquired.

— I…I worked on the case he testified in. — Aller explained. — Thanks to him…it all went wrong.

— I want you to talk with his family. — Voight demanded. — They know something, but didn’t tell us anything. They’ll talk to you.

Kris crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t take long to agree with the sergeant.

— Is this a pattern? — He asked before walking away from the board. — The other victims were involved in the case too?

— No. None of them had ever testified. — Torres replied.

— Cooper was a dead loss, the testimony was the only thing that could get him killed. — Kris went on. — He might be our connection.

— You heard him. Investigate the man, make a timeline of the night he was murdered, discover every single contact of his and find a connection. Every little detail can be important. — Voight gave the orders as he followed Kris.

They were about to walk downstairs when a strong voice stopped them.

— If Benjamin was a ‘dead loss’ as you said — Upton spoke up — why waste our time on him? The killer might act again tonight and we have to—

— Do we have any better leads? — Voight’s voice was sharp, his reaction was abrupt and harsh. His voice would grow louder if Kris hadn’t held him. — What? — He screamed at Aller.

— Calm down.

— I am perfectly calm for this case, Kristoff, but I cannot bear to see another dead body because of him .

Kris’ expression went dark. He bended over Voight.

— You’re not thinking straight….— Kris whispered. — Stay here. Remember what we talked about. I’m going to talk with the Coopers.

Voight walked back to the unit floor, and, before going into his office, he ordered again:

— Upton, you go with him.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Hank had already shut the door close.

Hailey picked up her coat and walked away with Kris, in complete silence.

They went downstairs and passed by Platt's balcony with a quiet goodbye. Even though the Sergeant clearly tried to talk with Kris, the man walked across the entrance and ignored all her glances.

Again, Hailey watched his behavior in silence and kept her way to the car.

— I'm sorry about Voight. — Kris said before getting closer to the passenger side. — This case is…. complicated to him.

They got into the car and Hailey asked:

— Yet, he won't tell us anything about it.

— It's a confidential case. — He argued.

— So confidential that you think everyone involved in it's a target. — She started the car.

— You need a connection. That might be it.

— Is this your profile? Or just a guess?

Kris responded with a snort.

— You're better off without knowing much about this case, believe me. — He shrugged in his seat. — Are we going to the Coopers or not?

Hailey grunted and drove away from the police station.

The house of the last members of the Cooper family was simple and humble. The garden looked abandoned, the grass was tall and the fence was almost completely broken. The car parked in the open garage was lowered, with empty tires and cracked windows.

They did not look simply poor — they looked like they had given up on life itself.

— I think it’s better if you stay here. — Kris spoke before Hailey could exit the car. Luckily or not, she froze for a second, giving him time to leave and walk over to the house.

After collecting herself, Upton got out of the car and ran after him.

— Excuse me? — She grabbed his arm and made him turn to her. — Who do you think you are?

— Look, don’t make this personal. Just — He cut her off before she could argue back — Just look around. They won’t talk to you.

— But to you they will? You're as arrogant as any shrink who's never been in the streets.

Kris watched her speak in silence: with his hands in his hips, he only waited for the woman to be done.

She stopped talking very quickly — after all, it was useless to say anything to his blank, strained expression — and the man enjoyed the silence of the street before finally replying:

— They will talk to me because they know me. — He stepped back. — Now, if you excuse me…

Ignoring his arguments, Hailey followed Aller close behind. He didn’t utter another word to her, and finally knocked on the house’s door.

— Anna? — Kris called. — It’s Kristoff. Can we talk?

Unlike the reception Upton and Voight received a few days ago, the woman answered him quickly and promptly. Her eyes were widened when she opened the door, but she frowned at Hailey. Anna’s face dropped, and she muttered to Kris a few words.

Kris signed to Hailey and they both followed the woman into the house.

— Can I see Benjamin's room?

— She already did — Anna replied before Upton could — They took all his gadgets and notebooks.

— I know. — Kris smiled gently. — I just want to check one thing up

Anna stared at him for too long — her gaze was heavy, not suspicious, but, somehow, sad. It carried so much guilt that she eventually showed him the room.

— I'm waiting in the kitchen. — she told them before opening the door of Benjamin's bedroom.

Kris stepped in as Anna walked away.

— As she told you, we already searched in here. You won't find anything useful.

— Maybe not. — Kris replied with a whisper, his whole being focused on analyzing the room. The walls were empty, and so was the bed and the dressers. — Looks like a prison cell.

— Or he was just minimalist. — Hailey argued. — Cooper's never been in jail.

— Yes. — Aller came closer to a drawer. — But he also had three records for criminal harassment. He was a stalker. — Kris wandered through the drawer and collected a few flyers. — Here it is.

— What?

— Our connection.

He didn't give Hailey time to question — Aller stormed out the room and came to Anna.

— Thank you for your help, Anna — He held out his hand to her. — We're already leaving.

The woman shook his hand and blinked slowly, as if gathering courage to say something.

— I have to tell you something. — Anna admitted.

Hailey saw Kris' expression drop — he stepped back and prepared to leave right away.

— You'd already told everything you needed. — He tried to be polite, but Hailey purposely stood in his way. He stomped on the detective and was obligated to stop.

— I did thank you. — Anna came closer, but Aller didn't look her in the eye. — But I never apologized for leaving you there. I shouldn't—

— It's okay. — He cut her off. — You don't have to. It's already gone. I don't resent you.

He smiled at her for a brief moment — only enough time to make her feel forgiven and understood.

Then he shook his head and left the house after saying a quiet goodbye.

Hailey stood there without understanding much — where was 'there'? What was Anna talking about? why would she thank him?

Upton followed him keenly — she wasn't going to stay in the dark again.

The way to the police station was silent: the tension stretched the air, making the atmosphere too heavy to even breathe. Kris shifted in his seat, his eyes were either moving to the window or to the driver's side. Hailey, on the other hand, kept her gaze on the streets.

When they parked and got out of the car, Platt was already waiting for them — for him.

The look that the Sargent gave Hailey showed her why the garage was completely empty. Trudy was furious.

— Have you gone mad? — She stomped over to Aller, and the man stepped back immediately. — What are you even—

— I guess your best ability is pissing the sargents off. — Hailey’s smile dropped as soon as Platt's gaze landed on her.

Kris spoke before Trudy could shout.

— This isn't the best place to talk about this. — He made Platt look at him again. — And you don't have to worry about it. — He held the sergeant's shoulders. — No one does. No one knows.

— Voight shouldn't have called you. You shouldn't be involved in any of this—

— Trudy, please— His eyes, shining with exasperation, turned to Upton for a brief second. — Don't—

— You can't help him! — She screamed.

And Hailey was watching and listening to everything. Maybe the whole station was.

— I can. — Kris' voice was still low, stable. Serene, the complete opposite of his face. — I will. Please, you—

— Aren't you thinking about your girls? How can you? He did—what he did was monstrous! — Platt would not stop. She could not stop. — He spanked you.

— I know. — Kris whispered as his arms involved the older woman. She was trembling under his hands.

— He raped you. — Platt sobbed, her tears were falling nonstop. — And you're being used again, you're ruining your life again for what? For him?

— I'm going to be fine, Trudy. I can do it.

— Voight's using you. — She pleaded again: — You can't—

— It's okay. — He hugged her tighter. — It's okay.

They stayed in the garage until the Sargent was able to stop crying. Until she was able to stop trembling.

And Hailey stayed there too.

She now had — at least a few — answers for all her questions about him.

#hailey upton x original character #hailey upton x oc #hailey upton #adam ruzek #hank voight #kim burgess #kevin atwater #original female character #single father #single dad oc

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allgoldenelite · 3 months

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Talk Jay white to me :)

i'm gonna put julia hart in here too since you asked about her as well.

jay: have loved him ever since his debut. i thought he was a bit rough around the edges when he first got thrown into all these high profile matchups, but thats only natural lol he was literally a child. i think lots of ppl perked up tho after him vs kenny in sapporo. i was a bit disappointed they didnt do more with the history between him and hanger, kenny and ibushi for wembley but there was a lot of negative stuff going on at the time so w/e.

i love him a lot but id have to say that i have cooled down on him a bit cause im not watching aew rn and there really isnt any other way to perceive him, sadly. i know the gang gang scissor ass bang or whatever is immensely popular and i did like some of the stuff i was sent by friends but i gotta say im a little bit over it just by consuming from afar lol so next i would love for him to get into a grimy nasty t i g h t feud with someone swerve someone and really bring back the rat (like during the time he was chasing after ibushi like he wanted him to [redacted] him sm that [redacted])

hes still for some reason kinda an underrated wrestler who does lots of small things in the ring i appreciate but that dont necessarily stand out so ppl dont really pick up on it a lot. hes not very flashy, i suppose (in the in-ring sense; hes very loud otherwise lol). i think he really stepped up like kenny said and grew into his own, and thats not as easy to do as ppl sometimes say it is. i hold a lot of his matches in high regard, especially him vs ibushi g1 finals, that match is immortal to me and one of my fav matches of all time, ever.

julia: i was extremely meh on her when she started out, the cheerleading stuff just didnt appeal to me even if i can agree that its athletically impressive. whoever trained her tho did a really good job, there are a lot of areas that you can tell she really did her homework in and improved a lot. i think joining hob was the best thing that could ever have happened to her. i said this before somewhere else but i absolutely do NOT get what anyone (tk cough) was smoking to say she shouldve stayed with the varsity blondes, that wouldve been the death of her character 💀 i love her father daughter relationship with the hob guys out of kayfabe and in kayfabe she has some of the coolest gear and entrances.

i really liked her match against kris for the title and i wish it couldve been a little bit longer but i still felt they did everything in their power to get over in those 8? 9? minutes. julias turnbuckle jumpscare is probably my favorite thing about her.

other than that i sadly dont have much of an opinion on her bc, again, i dont watch aew, so if shes done something cool lately sorry folks 🤷 (i did see her gay entrance with skye? iirc, so that was 👌)

#rasslin #/joesays #/joeanswers

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fruitybashir · 24 days

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I absolutely loved the last chapter but I'm sooooo sad this fic is finished. It was a pretty constant thing in my life for the last four month. Thank you so much. 💞💟

But I feel a little bit stupid because even after I've read the last chapter I still don't understand the bonus spoiler. The miss piggy pic?

thank you sooooo much 🫶🏻💖 omg four months?? you were here from start to finish omg 🥺💗 oh yeah right!!! i was gonna do a quick explanation but then forgot aha 🤡💀

anyways the spoiler images were meant to say 1) there was foreshadowing 2) the foreshadowing was throughout the fic 3) connect the dots

and the context clues in the fic were:

1. the literal title of the fic

2. this chapter three scene:

3. kris writing dopamin as a confession, so bojans own will parallel that

4. in ch15 kris talks about not wanting to lose their microcosm, exact wording from ne bi smel

-> all those leading to the conclusion being that bojan is gonan write an apology song, which is going to be ne bi smel

aaaand the miss piggy thing hahaha well i did say that was one for the people that really pay attention, bc i know a bunch of you also follow me on my main, where ive been live reporting my descend into madness over ne bi smel bc that song just has permanent residence in my brain and like. the live version just fucking killed me, im never escaping it again. anyways. i posted a screenshot from last.fm and miss piggy is my profile picture there:

basically if youve seen how unhealthy my obsession with that song is.. there was never any doubt about what i would use as finale for the fic lol

#yes i am aware i account for a concerning portion of the listens on last.fm #dont do the math.#save me ne bi smel live from arena stožice .... ne bi smel live from arena stožice save me .............#inbox #anonymous

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ask-deltarune-and-undertale · 9 months

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GUYS IM OFFICIALLY BACK IN MY HOME COUNTRY AND PLEASE CAN I HAVE AN UPDATE?? BECAUSE HOLY SHIT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKITY FUCK FUCK HAPPENED HERE

also yes new pfp ✨

FISRT OFF, LOVE YOUR NEW PROFILE PICTURE :D WHAT HAS HAPPENED IS ROUXLS IS THE BABYGIRL GOD BECAUSE HE HAS 15 THOUSAND TAPEWORMS, QUEEN LIKES THAT ROUXLS HAS TAPEWORMS, BERDLY FORCED SOMEONE TO DO UNDERTALE GENOCIDE ROUTE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT AND DOES NOT REGRET IT, JEVIL CAN AND WILL DO CHAOS CHAOS KAZOO KAZOO, KRIS ALMOST FUCKING DIED BECAUSE NOELLE FROZE THEM, BERDLY GOT HIS SKIN EATEN THEN GOT INSULTED,JEVIL LOOKS HUGGABLE BECAUSE HE IS ROTUND, GASTER CAME BACK AFTER 5 YEARS, NESS CAME FOR SOME REASON, KRIS, SPAMTON AND SEAM THINK KIWI IS GOOD ON PIZZA, SPAMTON GOT TRAUMATIZED BY THE ADDISONS, KRIS GOT A SUGAR RUSH AND PASSED OUT FROM IT, LANCER LOVES BEING KIDNAPPED, KRIS ALMOST GOT KISSED ON THE LIPS BY AN ANON, BUT THEN DECIDED NOT TO, THE TWINK CLUB CAME, SUSIE MET SUSIE FROM FNAF, ROUXLS DRINKS WINE TO KEEP HIS SANITY, JEVIL ADOPTED A CREATURE, KRIS CALLED RALSEI CUTE, JEVIL DIVORCED SPAMTON BECAUSE SPAMTON WENT BANKRUPT, KING COMMITTED ARSON, SPAMTON IS BITING PEOPLES TOES OFF WHEN THEY SLEEP, KRIS AND JEVIL DID COCAINE, KRIS AND SUSIE BABYSITTED AN EGG, SPAMTON DRINKS ALOT OF FIVE HOUR ENERGY, SOMEONE STOLE ROUXLS'S WEAVE, ROUXLS ALMOST GOT DIVORCED, SEAM GOT HIGH, SPAMTON GOT BIT, NOELLE AND SUSIE ARE TOGETHER, SPAMTON GOT A MILLION MOSQUITO BITES, METTATON IS COMMITTING A MURDER, THE BOX GANG FORMED, SPAMTON MARRIED A GOOSE, SPAMTON BROKE HIS HEAD SHOULDERS KNEES AND TOES BECAUSE HE GOT HIT WITH A SHOPPING CART 6 TIMES, AND BERDLY CAN GRILL.

#deltarune #Jesus christ my fingers-

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aspisera · 9 months

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10 things I've learned as an artist

(Resources below text)

Take a step back - I know we all get a lost in the sauce but if you look at the bigger picture, you can pick up on things that look strange or that you don't like.

You can criticize your art but don't hate it - I've said this before but hating your art is hating your progress. The only way to grow is by learning the things you liked/disliked about your older pieces.

Listening to music helps you more than you think - Every art teacher I've ever had always played music in their classroom. Classical, alt, rock, pop, etc. ever since I've noticed my art had more emotion tied to it and (imo) was sharper.

You're only able to draw anime? That's not a bad thing - Drawing anime can be very helpful when it comes to drawing human profiles and it can also help with proportions. No one can tell you how to make art. That's the whole point of it. It's subjective.

You can totally have multiple art styles - Of course you would hear this come from me. Having multiple art styles can help you find the one you like and it's fun to do. I usually take all the sketches I've done and take bits and pieces i like outta them.

Never be afraid to use a reference - Reference models/artist put their pictures on the internet for people like us! The their whole thing is to help young/inexperienced artist to get a grasp of anatomy, creases, and gestures. Never be scared to use one.

If you're working on the computer, give your eyes a break - This doesn't just go for artist, this goes for everyone. I know I'm gonna sound like a parent here but looking at a screen for hours really can make you tired. It can fuck up your melatonin production because of blue light from the screen.

Don't just give your eyes a break, give your hands a break, too. - For the love of fuck please don't spend 4 hours on a huge piece and not give yourself at least one (1) 30 minute break. Carpal tunnel and Arthritis are artist killers. Rest yourself.

Avoid burnout - (This goes for everyone too) Feeling burnt out can take you out for years if you let it get bad enough. I know your art is important to you but remember to keep an eye on your mental/physical health. Being well rested, having good nutrition, and going on a walk every so often can make you feel amazing.

Show your family and friends your art (if you're comfortable with it) - I like to show my mom and siblings my art sometimes. Even though my mom doesn't get it most of the time, she's always happy to give me pointers and compliments. My brother really likes my art and was super excited when I got confident enough to show him. He thinks the way I draw Kris (Deltarune) is incredibly gender and loves it when I send him my pieces.

Here are some apps and websites I use to help with my art:

Pureref - This is an app I use to keep an eye on references while drawing. You can set it to remain open even when in a different software. It's free but they accept donations.

Krita - This is the art program I use. It's reminiscent to Photoshop (something I'm familiar with) but it's completely free and you can get it through their website (Or Steam... if you wanna pay $15 for it).

Krita-Artist.org - Krita has a forum for their users to help other users and give news/updates. There's hundreds of resources, free brush packs, and tutorials on there to help you out.

CapCut - Video editor that's mostly used for Tiktoks but it's easy to use, free, and has it's own copyright detection system. I use this for animatics.

AdorkaStock - Reference photo website that allows you to choose poses from angles, objects, number for models, and positions. All the models are clothed, it won't jumpscare you. They all also have different body shapes so if you're worried about having to draw a chunky character with a slim model, you're all good on that front.

#asp talks #asp to the void #art tips

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aceoflilies · 1 year

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Welcome to the Ace Space!

Call me Ace! I use she/him pronouns and I'm 21.

This is my primary blog! If you're looking through my profile because somebody's been liking your Pokéblogging posts, my active Pokéblogs are @humming-pokemon-helpers, @swagtastic-bougie-pompadour, @wigglytuff-guild, @pkmnathlete, @malie-city-library, and @mc-pokeprincess. Happy to talk about them OOC here too!

Otherwise, this blog is where I reblog stuff (sometimes with commentary), talk about my favorite fluff ships & series info, post the rare fics I complete, and sometimes even talk about life!

My main fandoms are Pokémon (most common), Undertale/Deltarune, Ace Attorney, Fire Emblem, and Splatoon (mostly for Pearlina content), but occasionally I'll talk about other series that interest me. Under the cut for post-shortening's sake.

Most of my ramblings are pretty much just character headcanons/interactions, but at times i like to focus on world-building/larger theories, and I'd love to connect with other people with those interests in my fandoms (especially Pokémon SWSH and SV!!)

Also, if anybody ever wants to toss me some writing requests, feel free! Just know I make no guarantee of speed. (If you want to see my writing, here's my AO3!)

A few things to note about me:

This should generally be a SFW blog! Please keep any asks/requests or the like SFW, but as long as you're respectful, anybody can interact.

I post a lot about ships I like! More below the cut. I try to tag 'em.

I try to be canon compliant. I make no guarantees of that.

Maybe I'll post OC stuff here one day???

If you're discriminatory towards any marginalized groups (racism, sexism, homo/transphobia, ableism, fatphobia), I reserve the right to block freely. Likewise, if I say/repost something that makes folks uncomfortable without realizing it, please let me know! Happy to correct myself.

Other reasons I'll block people: being rude, posting pro-ED content, posting pedo stuff, actively hating on my faves. Probably other stuff that squicks me I'm forgetting right now, too.

That's most of the important stuff! Please feel free to reblog, I'd love to find some mutuals here I can talk about shared interests with!!

Favorite characters/pairings/hobbies below the readmore! It's a lot. You have been warned.

My Faves!

Characters (top favs in yellow, sorry the list is so long,,,):

Hop (Pokémon SW/SH): I could rant about this boy for days and still not have said enough about how much I love him as a rival and character. He is the best thing to come of out SW/SH. And besides, we love Wooloo enjoyers.

Nemona (Pokémon S/V): She has so much passion and energy for battling!!! She genuinely just wants to connect with someone even though she's so misunderstood!!! Also, she can't handle exercise. I feel you, girl.

Hanamaru Kunikida (Love Live! Sunshine!!): I'm not much of a Love Live fan anymore, but I still love Hanamaru so so much. She is sunshine and light and sweetness and a bookworm and she gets so much joy out of enjoying food and spending time with her friends. A comfort character of mine.

Noelle Holiday (Deltarune): She's such a nervous little dork who's actually just a freak (affectionate), and honestly that is peak young lesbian representation.

Kris Dreemurr, Ralsei, Susie (Deltarune): Please ask me to rant about them individually. I love all of their writing.

Pearl Houzuki (Splatoon): I live for her gremlin energy. Yes, even the eating mayo straight from the bottle. I also admire the fact she managed to pull Marina.

Marina Ida (Splatoon): They really did make the coolest, prettiest hacker girl who loves anime and manga and said "make her fall in love with the scrungliest little squid".

Ashe Ubert (FE3H): He's just a little guy!!! A little fella!!! Love his voice acting, his love for books, cooking, and honor, and his tragic backstory. Poor boy.

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2): Is Danganronpa a great series. No. Did Danganronpa give us the most beautifully chaotic lesbian I have ever seen and then cruelly rip her from my hands far too soon. Yes.

Trucy Wright (Ace Attorney): Please, Capcom, please remember she exists, I am begging you. Yes she's another "teenage assistant putting on a brave face so she can help solve the mysteries". But I love her magic tricks and her interactions with Phoenix and Apollo, so here she is.

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney): Please stop giving him backstories.

Bianca, N, Yancy, Skyla (Pokémon B/W/B2/W2)

Gloria, Marnie, Victor, Bede, Leon, Raihan (Pokémon SW/SH)

Arven, Penny, Clavell (Pokémon S/V): If you want more Penny and Clavell, I write them constantly on @swagtastic-bougie-pompadour.

Lillie (Pokémon S/M)

Nagito Komaeda (SDR2): No defense here.

Komaru Naegi (DRAE): I do not like UDG for many reasons. I do like Komaru.

Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Rin Hoshizora, Umi Sonoda, Kotori Minami, Ruby Kurosawa, You Watanabe, Emma Verde, Rina Tennoji (Love Live!): My grab bag of gay people. I also generally love most of Aqours.

Edelgard, Caspar, Linhardt, Mercedes, Annette, Marianne, & more (FE3H)

Pretty Much Everyone In Undertale.

Dusa, Artemis, Zagreus, Thanatos (Hades)

My OCs! Feel free to ask about them.

Personal ships!

Mostly in the "I like the dynamics" sense, rather than the "I think these two would be perfectly well-adjusted together" sense. Ships with minors in them are purely fluff.

Hop/Gloria/Marnie (Pokémon SW/SH): Hop/Gloria is my main focus, just because I think their high energy (in my headcanons, anyways) play off of each other really well. I also like Gloria/Marnie for sunshine/serious. I also like Hop/Victor. I think about the Sw/Sh characters a lot.

Nemona/Juliana (Pokémon S/V): After 君と雨上がりを and Biri-Biri, they're canon. But also, you can't just ask someone to be your best rival like that!!!

Pearlina (Splatoon): They were literally built for each other. They are perfect. I will pull out a thesis on the Octo Expansion and Splatfest dialogue. Do not make me do that.

Caspashe (FE3H): Three words. Gay cat dads. (I also like Casphardt.)

Edeleth (FE3H): Yes, I'm basic. Speaking of basic:

Wrightworth/Narumitsu (AA): Like I said. Basic.

Klapollo (AA): I just find 'overly flirty guy and straight-faced serious guy who believes not a word of it' such a fun dynamic.

Suselle (DR): May I please point you to the ferris wheel scene as a whole.

Alphyne (UT/DR): Just a classic. They're cute and complement each other really well.

Komahina (SDR2): In the sense that "I think if you leave them in a room for enough time the room will literally explode". They're fun because they're so terrible. And on very, very rare occasions, fool you into thinking they're not.

Mikan/Ibuki or Band-Aid (SDR2): Let's be honest, 2-3 was a cop-out.

Rubymaru (Love Live! Sunshine!): Sunshine and sweetness.

Standard Love Live ships (When I say standard, I mean basic.)

Hobbies/other interests! (Alternatively: Ace Touches Grass)

Cooking/baking! I don't post my food much, but I do tag food.

Writing: I started out with Club Penguin fanfiction at age 8 so you know I'm the real deal.

Practicing Japanese! I like to practice by listening to Japanese music (Ado/Suisei/Polkadot Stingray/Aqours/Vaundy/King Gnu/YOASOBI) and playing games in Japanese.

Archery! I got to try out kyudo in Japan. Best thing I ever did.

Sightseeing, trying new restaurants and foods!

Libraries, I work at one!

Reading (one book, in two days, every 6 months.)

Psychology! Mainly clinical and developmental psych.

Collecting stuffed animals and other cute things!

Animals! Favorite are penguins and foxes :)

RTGame, the Drift King Himself

Bad Karaoke (in Japanese.)

If you got this far, thanks for at least skimming over my post! Hope to make some new friends, allies, or maybe at least queer-coded rivalries here on Tumblr.

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ask-the-rpg-3 · 1 year

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THE RPG3 PFP CONTEST WINNERS!!!

Thank you all SO much for participating, even if there weren't many of you and you may not have won! I appreciate you all so much!!

Take a look down HERE for the results! It was honestly a really hard decision- Who knows, I may have to cycle through the profile pictures sometimes just because they're all so awesome as pfp's,,,

FIRST PLACE AND TUMBLR PROFILE PICTURE WINNER...

@keksalot404 Despite being honestly one of the less detailed ones compared to, say, Bee or Astro's, this one just NAILED IT. KEKSSSSSSS YOU'RE SO AWESOME FOR THIS. GODDDD. IT'S PFP MATERIAL FOR REAL. The colors, the characters, the message boxes above are just SUCH a well implemented touch, and I really really like the different things on them. I love how everyone is drawn, I love the shading, it just seems to me like the perfect profile picture. THANK YOU SOOOO MUCHHHHH crossover AU solidarity.

Feel free to DM me what you want me to draw for your PRIZE!!!! >:D

SECOND PLACE AND TUMBLR BANNER WINNER...

IT'S @astro-inthestars THE NUMBER ONE GIRL LIKER

YOUUUUUU REALLY WENT ALL OUT MAN YOU ENCAPSULATED THE ENTIRETY OF RPG3 SO FAR INTO THIS IMAGE??? GODDDDD EVERYTHING. BLUE DIAMOND ANON AND GOLD HEART ANON, FLOWEY, THE ANONS LOOKING LIKE GHOSTS LMAO, THE KITE, THE PHOTOS, THE PENCIL, THE KNIVES, THE PICNIC. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAN. YOU ARE FANTASTIC YOU I HAVE NO WORDS

DM ME FOR YOUR PRIZE OH MY GODDDMHGKHGRE

THIRD PLACE AND DISCORD PFP WINNER...

@side-of-honey YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS AMAZING YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR ART TO DEATH BUT OH MY GODD. I REALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE THE WINNER BUT THEN I GOT MORE THAT MADE THE CHOICRtjytkrltkgOAHSKGH you are going on the discord. everytginf about this is phenomoenal and Ib and Garry make a physical appearance. and someone else?!?!?!??! EVEN KEL AND BASILLL. i love how the trio holds up the letters each in a different style. Hey Kris that's ketchup right-

DM ME FOR YOUR PRIZE LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ILY BESTIE

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!! This was for 400 followers, but now we're at basically 500!!! That's insane I can't believe how many people are following this comic!!!

#rpg3pfp #THANKS EVERYONE!#fanart

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jimeslifediary · 1 year

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The day Drey hit Levi ━━ Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Summary: Drey gets mad that her older sister has to train Eren and ends up accidentally hitting Captain Levi.

Context: This Levi blurb is based in my own universe of shingeki no kyojin, where, Drey, Helena, Kane, and Circe exist and they have their own ships with characters and their own history.

Warning: Drey's behavior in this blurb can be a bit cringy, because she looks like a spoiled girl, but in reality she's not like that, she's just angry and the reason she keeps going is because of her sister, she doesn't want to see her sister get again because of eren.

Word count: 1676 words

chapter one; 01. the day drey hit levi

When Drey Volkova found out that it would be her sister who would train Eren Jaeger, she lost it.

She didn't really have a problem with the brunette, she could consider him the closest thing to a best friend (as long as Kane didn't hear, because if he did, the platinum haired girl would deny everything. That blonde could be a real pain in the ass), however, she did not buy at all that romantic look that Eren began to throw her older sister.

Come on, you don't fall in love just like that. And after so many years where the brown-haired man didn't say a single decent word to the gray-eyed girl, it was easy to expect that Drey would have some misgivings at the simple idea of her sister fighting hand-to-hand with Eren. With what it had taken for the blonde to get over the young Jaeger, it just didn't suit her.

Looking out the window, her leg bounced up and down as she swallowed the urge to stand up, find Levi and go yell at him for agreeing to Erwin's idea. Of course, she wouldn't gain anything, since all it took was an order from the blond with prominent eyebrows for Levi to pay attention. Obviously, he would ignore Drey's complaints, as much as Levi was in love with her.

The youngest of the Volkovas narrowed her eyes as she watched how Eren held out his hand to a defeated Helena and pulled with more force than necessary. By the walls, what did he want? Kiss her? She clenched her jaw very hard.

"I'll kill him," she murmured under her breath, attracting the attention of the blonde who was cleaning the room.

Kane, like the born gossip that he was, walked from the other side of the cabin room and lowered his head so that he was level with the younger girl. The blond focused his gaze on the couple who seemed to be looking at each other with such magnetism that even he felt the tension.

"And here I thought you and Lena would never fight over male," Kane murmured back. Confused, Drey turned her head and looked up at Kane's profile with a deep scowl. "What?" he apologized, shrugging. "You're obviously seeing someone, I just didn't think it would be Eren."

The minor opened her mouth with great indignation. She looked at her best friend as if she wanted to pluck the strands of his beloved blonde hair and then she pressed her lips together very hard as her cheeks flushed red. In her mind, horrifying images of situations that she had experienced with Levi began to appear, where her boyfriend's face was simply changed by Eren's. No kidding, Drey almost threw up.

"By the Walls, Kane Muller!" Drey yelled, covering her face with both palms of her hands. Her cheeks felt hot and that only put her in a worse position in front of Kane. Of course, no one knew of her relationship with Levi and until that moment, the two had agreed that no one would find out. "No no no! What the fuck you say? Eren and me?! By Maria, Rose and Shina, that's disgusting."

"Almost as gross as when Helena dated Jean."

“Or when you and Kris…Historia,” Drey spoke, brows furrowing.

"Or when you and me," Kane murmured, causing Connie, who was passing by, pretending not to have heard anything the two best friends were talking about, to widen his eyes.

"YOU AND KANE?" The short-haired one snapped, completely surprised.

Drey tensed from head to toe and turned her head. Kane tightened his grip on the broomstick in his hands and turned his head to face the bald man. The two blondes shared a panicked look and then looked at Connie, who was still wide-eyed, as was his mouth.

"Jeez, I thought Drey was dating Eren and you finally got it with Mikasa!" Connie said again, surprise filling his voice. "I never thought that you... God... this scares the hell out of me, is it normal for me to feel this way?"

“Why does everyone think that I would date Eren?!” Drey yelled again, as more images of Eren with the serious expression and the short height of her boyfriend were presented again. “Please just look at that.”

With that phrase said by the platinum-haired girl, the three young people turned their heads towards the window, where Helena had won Eren and was sitting astride Eren's lap and holding one arm painfully above his head. She was laughing at something the brown-haired boy had said and suddenly, Eren turned, leaving Helena on her back on the grass.

With disturbed faces, the three boys turned their heads and their entire bodies, turning their backs to the window with the strange image painted by the couple who were supposedly practicing hand-to-hand combat.

"If I have something against Eren spending so much time with Helena, it's because he doesn't deserve to have my sister in love with him again. He's already done a lot of damage to her and Helena doesn't deserve it. She's human and has a heart of gold "The shorter one spoke, crossing her arms and leaning her body against the window, while the images of Eren pretending to be Levi flashed through her mind again. "Besides, Eren isn't half the man Le..."

And Drey shut her mouth almost immediately.

"which man?!" she demands to know Kane, dropping her broom and grabbing her best friend by her shoulders, shaking her hard.

"Who are we talking about?" Circe's peculiar hair color head poked through the gap between Connie and Kane "Oh my Jupiter! Lena lenita and Eren are kissing!"

As if on command, Drey, Connie, and Kane turned so they could look at their two friends. Helena was static, while Eren held her cheeks. She had red cheeks and if Drey wasn't looking wrong, she was crying, while Eren kept his eyes closed and his lips moved slowly.

"I'm going to rip his nails out one by one, dammit!" Drey yelled, opening the window and jumping out of it.

"And then she wonders why we say she's dating Eren" Circe murmured, watching her friend run towards the kissing two.

"DREY, WAIT, I WANT TO HEAR HOW YOU INSULT HIM!" Kane ran for the front door, being so tall he couldn't jump out the window like Drey had.

"KANE, WAIT FOR ME!" Connie also ran after the blonde "SASHA, HURRY UP, DREY IS GOING TO BEAT EREN'S FACE!"

Circe ran towards the rooms, towards the one she shared with Armin and without saying anything else, she took him by the hand. "We need you, you're the only one who can calm Drey down." Armin stood up and let himself be carried away by the girl he was in love with.

The couple ran quickly. Reaching Jean and Sasha, the latter was dragging Mikasa, who had claimed that she wasn't very interested in seeing how Drey smashed someone's face in, until she found out it was Eren. In everyone's mind, the platinum-haired girl and the brown-haired boy were a casual couple. Sure, Mikasa was glad that Drey wasn't with Kane, although she had to admit that her 10-year-old Mikasa was feeling a bit annoyed.

The group made up of Kane, who waved the broom while shouting insult ideas at Drey, Connie, who seconded Kane's ideas, Circe who held Armin's hand and rushed to get there before Drey hit Eren, Jean who He watched bored and Sasha who was shaking Mikasa, while the black-haired girl tried not to get angry at Kane's enthusiasm for Drey, before long they reached the girl who had interrupted Eren's kiss.

"EREN!" yelled Drey who had quickly resumed her run, starting to run "GET YOUR DIRTY LIPS AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU DAMN IMBECILE TITAN!"

And she began to run faster, creating an uproar among the group that was half encouraging Drey and the other half telling her to stop. Helena smirked as she saw her sister protect her and took a step back, away from Eren. The brown-haired boy watched his friend with wide eyes and not knowing how to react, the only thing he could do was bend down when Drey's fist was close to touching his nose, however, the green-eyed girl's fist did hit against something.

Suddenly, there was only silence. Suddenly, Helena covered her mouth with her hands. Suddenly, Eren wanted to be able to laugh at Drey and suddenly, the whole group wished they hadn't been there, because Drey had punched none other than Captain Levi right in the nose.

"Damn, I think I left a candle burning, didn't I, Mikasa?" Before the black-haired girl could respond, the taller one grabbed her wrist and they quickly fled the scene.

"Oh, I think I left a candle next to Kane and Mikasa's candle." Quickly, Connie ran out of the situation.

Under almost equally stupid excuses, the rest of the group vanished. Even Helena and Eren, who had claimed to go accompany Historia, since she had fallen asleep and had missed all the drama. When no one was around, Levi removed his hand from his sore nose and narrowed his eyes at his sub-captain.

"May I know what you were doing, Sub-Captain Drey?" Levi questioned, crossing his arms.

She sighed and lowered her head, looking down at her feet like a little girl just scolded. "I was going to hit Eren because he kissed Helena." Levi frowned slightly and Drey hurried to finish explaining the situation, before he thought she had done it out of jealousy. "Because Helena finally got over Eren and it's not fair for him to come and try to win her over like that."

Then Levi stepped forward and placed his palm on his girlfriend's head, who was a few inches shorter, stroking her hair carefully. In surprise, Drey raised her head, looking at him strangely.

"Your strength has improved, little brat" he said quietly. "Keep it up."

Looking around and noticing that they were completely alone, Levi parted Drey's bangs a little and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before moving forward, however, he stopped and turned slightly.

"Still, you have to clean the whole cabin, you know, for hitting your superior."

“Levi!

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