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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Bunch of dc story ideas because I keep forgetting to write them down and they're not fully fleshed out anyway:

Captain marvel gets 'deaged', either through klarion or something he ran into doing duty around the Rock, and flees to the first safe place he can think of - the watchtower. Unfortunately, Billy assumed the curse would simply revert him to his mortal form, or close enough... But the champion of magic form turns out to have been a disguise in more ways than one, because this new body most certainly isn't human.

Similarly, cap gets deaged to Billy's age, but he's still... The champion of magic form. Now Billy batson has full access to his full set of powers and skills, but in his mortal shape. This is going to really help his secret identity :'). Especially because the villains KEEP ATTACKING PEOPLE PLEASE KNOCK IT OFF.

Meta!Batman. His rare power transformed him into a monster on the scale of killer Croc or man bat, and also enabled him to turn into a human. A completely normal. Baseline human. It's infuriating that a normal person has to worry about meta blockers or inhibitor cuffs, especially after his (slightly fudged to keep the traffickers out) statistical announcement of 'no metas in Gotham' got presumed to be a demand, because he had to call in the league to help with a fighting ring and now he's hiding in a dark room while superman tries to coax him out. Man bat already stole the niche, it's just embarrassing.

Possessed doll au! When an 8yo Bruce falls into a cave under his house, he had nightmares about tea parties and flapping wings and wooden limbs for years. Nearly a decade later, he returned to find a sprawling system of tunnels and cracks, through one of which lies an abandoned, life sized marionette tea party, with empty porcelain tea cups and old, outdated gowns. The torch lights upon the doll at the head of the table, a tall, imposing man with chipped paint, dressed all in black, his joints rusted and head lolling. Bats screech from the darkness as he approaches, and when he touches its hand the world goes black. It's terrifying to wake up in a body of wood, hearing it creak and twist, hearing it scream as he cries. He wakes up back in his own body, sprawled on the floor, and runs. He's back down in a few months, this time bound and determined to figure it out. It turns out whatever it is, it has no malice. Indeed it makes for a wonderful, powerful body once he's cleaned it up, able to move and bend in ways no human could. He can hollow it out carefully and fill it with whatever items he might need. A body that doesn't need to breathe or eat, one that can take a beating, night after night. It takes him a long time to wonder why the dolls have precisely as many people as the manor eventually does. In the meantime the people of Gotham are 90% sure their protectors aren't human. And the jl is terrified of the cave. (cryptid, cave is haunted au?)

Venom!dp x dc twin au. Danyal and Damian were the league famous demon twins, the dual gems in its crown, until Danyal is killed. Raas, furious and refusing to lose his other grandchild, starts pushing Damian harder and harder while his brother is taken to the pit as a last resort. To the adults' knowledge, it didn't work. Danny's body dissolved in the acidic waters. To Damian's knowledge, his brother returned as a desperate, animalistic thing one night, seeping through the cracks of his room. Refusing to let his brother go again, Damian demands they be reunited as one, and Danny fuses with his very skin. Once his mind returns, Danny returns the sentiment, both deeply terrified of being pulled apart again. They communicate through reflections and whispers, sharing control of the body by transforming between human and ghost, sharing powers and instincts equally. When they're sent to Wayne manor, they're restless and defensive. They have each other, no one else can discover Danny, no one else can separate them again. Their father must never find out.

Thanagerian!Danny. He's a couple generations removed on his mother's side, so he doesn't even realise until his ghost form appears with two gorgeous wings. It really adds to the psychopomp symbolism, at least? He has a lot of questions when he meets the justice league. No wonder vlad never successfully managed to clone him!

Shapeshifter captain marvel. Please. He's apprenticing under tawky ^^

#Dcu #batman #justice league #dc prompt #Dc prompts #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc writing prompt #danny phantom #shazam #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #billy batson #bruce wayne #danny fenton #damian wayne #Re the cap marv ones: Billy is trying to not cause trouble. He really is. The league appreciates it. It isn't working tho #Idk the doll cryptid is probably my fave. The idea of the bats being able to customise their 'suits' so completely #Significantly less damage lol. No broken spine. YES Jason lives and it changes so much.#Mostly the idea of a league visitor pre reveal getting scared out of their wits seeing the bats themselves in the display/storage cases.#They don't need to touch to transfer consciousness after the first time. It means everyone gets great sleep and they're not nearly as #Terrified to let the kids on the field. They'd totally play dress up with the dolls. Gotham is *convinced* they're being haunted by ghosts #And yes the bats 100% play that to their advantage. Maskless lolita fashion tea parties on the clock tower roof. Ominous skipping songs.#Swivelling their heads 180°. Keeping going even with the head caved in. String themed grapples. The bat theme is almost secondary #Also assassin twin aus can have a little unhealthy codependency. As a treat.#twin au #Hey Bones you've done so many prompts it suggests your tag to me. Congrats lmao #Idk I like nonhuman people using it to their advantage and the Drama of reveals

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palmastrings · 4 months

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The Seven Deadly... Rings?!?!

@nocreativityfornames you're a genius I'm just gonna go ahead and swipe this and *eats*

original post here

Essentially what if we started Nightbringer but we also had the brothers in tow in the form of rings.

No, I didn't spell check this, I'm don't write very often so excuse any weirdness. I suck at grammar and ignore spell check.

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Solomon holds his hand out expectantly, presenting to you a handful of exquisite multicolored rings. 7 to be exact. Each one a familiar face, in a somewhat familiar time.

Honestly, this isn't really that astounding by any means. When living in the Devildom, you've come to expect even the most unexpected situations. The rings were probably the least surprising thing you've heard today, seeing as how you had mysteriously been thrown across time and space and landed in the Devildom... approximately 7,000 years ago. Maybe? Nobody is really good at saving dates around here, especially when the average demon lifespan stretches from now to, basically, the end of time itself. A slight over exaggeration? Again, maybe. But in your defense, in your feeble mortal eyes, that's what it may as well be.

The rings jingle in your hand as you tentatively scoop them from Solomons cold hand.

Apon first glance, they would appear to be normal rings. Pristine, each gold band is fitted with a unique colored stone matching those of the beloved demons from your normal timeline. Although, if you really focused on it, twisting the bunch of them in your palm with your fingers, you could feel how warm the metal is. It was as if someone had worn the rings before you, even though it should not have been possible, as you would be the first to bear them. Along with the warm glow of the rings, you could faintly feel an intense pulsing sensation coming from the set. Whether or not it came from what could possibly be a rapid heartbeat or the emanating pulse of horrific eldritch powers, you couldn't tell.

You go to slip them on your waiting fingers until Solomon interrupts you.

"I will warn you Mc, they were terribly rowdy before I turned them into rings, I don't blame you if you find them overwhelming to wear."

"Thanks for the warning, Solomon. I appreciate you coming all this way to help me by the way!"

"Anything for my favorite apprentice! Oh! And put in the good word for me!" Solomon winks. He turns, presumably to go and survey the Devildom of millennia ago. You're eternally grateful he went through all this trouble, not only to willingly throw himself across time and space, but to also take the time to bring along the demon brothers.

You insert each hoop onto your fingers. They fit perfectly, made just for you to wear. For a moment, there is silence. You almost begin to doubt they're even there. The only sign of anything unusual is the pulsing jewelry around your fingers, seeming to wane slowly, just until it matches your own heartbeat. Then the screaming.

"Mc! Did I hurt you at all?"

"Can you hear me?! What happened?

"AHHH, I can't believe you met me while I was in my blunder years! Wahhh!! I'm so embarrassed!!"

"Oi! Human what the hell?! What were you thinking just vanishing like that?"

"Mc, why did you leave?"

"Hon, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard youd gone missing! Lets go home asap!"

"..."

Suddenly, you weren't so alone in your head. A barrage of questions, sobs, and abnormal talk of urgency was flung straight in your direction. You could practically visualize the tearful Levi. The clear image of the batting white eyelashes of Mammon as he looks worried at you. Along with what's definitely becoming a new wrinkle on Lucifers face as you listen to him interrogate you. It was almost relieving to hear them speak with such familiarity to you. After being treated like a stranger not too long ago, this felt like you had brought a piece of home with you in this strange version of the Devildom.

Maybe, just maybe in the strange place, in this strange time you could make the most of it. With a sorcerer and the seven rings at your side you may just be able to tackle the newly fallen brothers of the past, the new ruling power of the Devildom, Diavolo, and finally find out why you were sent here by the one called, Nightbringer.

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dawns-beauty · 5 days

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A few more updates!

Khajiit Has Wears now supports Skypatcher and has had the installation simplified (hopefully avoiding a lot of the problems that came from using plugin replacers)

Khajiiti Apex Armory - awg's tweaks now actually edits the armor in a way that uses my cubemap edits

#skyrim #skyrim mods #khajiit has wears #my tamriel now #i worked my tail off re-writing all the khw distribution codes... twice.#probably for nothing. BUT hopefully i never have to mess with it again #because i don't even use it in my own game and just have 0 motivation to work on it any more #still pretty happy with the apex tweaks tho

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iron-bundle · 23 days

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i will never understand the lack of book/michael fics out there like disco has given us so much for them esp because book doesnt even show up in the top 10 of disco characters on ao3 even tho he's helped a ton with michael's character development and is so interesting in his own right

how do book and michael as a ship only have 54 fics but owo/detmer has 200+????

i love ash and pike and i understand why they both have so many fics with michael but pike knew her for all of one season and whatever he heard through spock and ash and michael were so fucking unhealthy. book is so healthy for michael and so good for her and they have so much space where people could write fics for them but they gets jack and shit in comparison to other ships.

also they stay friends after they break up and its so clear they still have unresolved feelings and fanfic writers are so good at exploring that in the ways shows dont!!!

one of the het ships in star trek ever to me

#pike says stuff #this isnt a hate post please dont kill me im just lamenting because i love book and michael #and they deserve so much but i do not have the spoons to write fics for them #and i know owo/detmer is sapphic and non canon but i used them as a comparison for the sake of noncanon ship vs canon ship for fic amount #im not gonna touch michael/georgiou or michael/tilly in this situation bc theyre not het in comparison but i also have opinions on those #that would have to be a different post tho lol #star trek discovery #cleveland booker #michael burnham #also re: new post i have opinions on michael/rillak and should make a post about them soon

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mayasaura · 8 days

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I've finally finished the six games in the main Ace Attorney series! That's right!! It's time for my review!

I think it's fairly common knowledge that Ace Attorney is a political commentary on the Japanese legal system as it existed in 2001. I know I knew that going in.

What I didn't know was just how topical the games were. I didn't figure that out until I started looking into what the fuck was going on in Apollo Justice, and what I discovered makes Apollo Justice my favourite game in the series.

At the time the Phoenix Wright trilogy was first being released, Japan did not have any form of trial by jury, and boasted a conviction rate to make Edgeworth and Von Karma's records look almost credible. Four months after the release of the third game, the Japanese National Diet passed a piece of legislation implementing judicial reform with the explicit intention of “the promotion of the public’s understanding of the judicial system and … their confidence in it.”

The next installment of the series—Apollo Justice, released in April of 2007—builds the themes of legal corruption explored by the first trilogy into a passionate argument for reform by restoring judicial power to the citizens.

Phoenix Wright, seen through the eyes of the new protagonist, appears to be a jaded shell of his former self: retired from the legal profession, beaten down by trying to champion truth and justice from within a broken system. The circumstances leading to his forced retirement come to light in the game's climactic final case, hand in hand with the revelation that Phoenix never really gave up on his ideals. He just gave up on the system. Speaking directly to the player, he casts the player as one of a panel of six civilian judges in a new reformed system of trial he and Edgeworth developed together. At the end of the trial, the player directly casts the final vote to decide the verdict.

In May of 2009, two years after Phoenix Wright handed the player direct power over the outcome of a trial, the real Japanese legal system conducted its first trial utilising civilian lay judges under the newly reformed judicial system.

I don't know nearly enough about how the current Japanese system works to judge the accuracy of Apollo Justice's vision to the final real result of real Japanese lawyers and judges' efforts, but from my casual perspective, it's pretty close. Close enough for it to be clear the game developers were following the progress of the real reform. Perhaps the game was meant as a celebration, or maybe they hoped it could work as an educational tool to introduce the concept to the public. Either way, these games were made by someone or someones who cared deeply about criminal justice, and I love them for it.

I also love them for their fun and immersive mysteries, of course, and their ludicrously charming cast of characters. It's no wonder the series has withstood the test of time, thriving on their own solid merit as games even far removed by both time and distance from the context of their social commentary.

#10/10 series so long as we pretend Dual Destinies doesn't exist #I'm sorry Athena I love you as a character but your game sucks ass #it makes no sense and ham-fistedly destroys the previous thematic messages #Spirit of Justice can stay tho despite its faults because it's cute and fun and the mysteries are satisfying #ace attorney #phoenix wright #maya plays ace attorney #This is a topic I want to see one of those seven hour long deep dive youtube videos about #I bet you could write a thesis on the interplay between the ace attorney series and public sentiment re: the Japanese justice system

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aroaessidhe · 4 months

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2024 reads / storygraph

Fallen Thorns

dark urban fantasy coming-of-age

follows a boy settling into university, when after a date (that he didn’t even want to go on) turns bad he’s made into a vampire

as he settles into his new existence and the local vampire community - while they try to find who’s been leaving bodies across the city - he discovers that there’s something different and darker within him

aroace neurodivergent MC

#fallen thorns #aroaessidhe 2024 reads #I enjoyed this a lot!#there's definitely things I want to know more about...I think it's going to be a series? the only thing explicitly mentioned is a prequel #the ending is a bit weird and I don't entirely get the sun/star/moon stuff dfhgd #really great characters and atmosphere #great aroace MC in general tho minor pet peeve from me:#it does have that thing where the character spends half the book ruminating about how there’s something wrong with them bc they don't feel #things everyone else does etc etc and it’s like omg all these queer people and nobody’s heard about asexuality???#then he’s having a conversation with someone later in the book and he’s like yeah I know about asexual but I didn’t think about that re: me #and the other char is like: what if…..it IS you…..and he’s like omg. i AM asexual there’s nothing wrong with me after all! (in like. a page #like I’ve read this in multiple books LMAO. I do get that you can know about an identity and not connect it to your experiences #but somehow the writing of it like this is never quite believable? too sudden? then it's not thought about much after that?#anyway that's not a critique of the ''representation'' as much as just the writing I think - there's a few areas where I thought the writin #could be improved structurally or whatever. Didn't massively impede my enjoyment.#(I do also love an aroace mentor/parent figure!)#aromantic #aroace books #aromantic books

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luxexhomines · 4 months

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Welcome back!!! It’s great to see you again, I hope you’ve been doing well 💕 Could I request a Kokichi/Reader (romantic) for the dialogue prompt “You're so persistent”? Either fluff or silly, whichever you prefer! Thanks and have fun!!

Thank you so much for the heart-warming welcome back and for the request!! I'm happy to see you again too, and I hope you've been doing well, too, ehe~ ♡ ♡

I took a little while to think about this prompt and to reacquaint myself with Kokichi as a character, ahaha. I realized then that I...don't even know how to write Kokichi, even though I love him so much?! But nevertheless, I tried to write something fun. Honestly, it feels kind of awkward/mechanical, but maybe it can't be helped because it's been so long since I last wrote for Kokichi?

Anyway, here we go! It's almost 3k words (oops) so there's a cut. Icon credit to dreamcrush!

“You’re so persistent.” Kokichi x Ultimate! Celebrity Reader

“You’re so persistent.” You slammed the metal locker door close and glared at Kokichi. “And annoying.”

Kokichi simply shrugged with that same shit-eating grin on his face that he always had.

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying me if you’d just say yes,” he says in that sing-songy voice.

You resist the urge to box his ears and instead turn away, speed-walking toward the classroom. To your dismay, he quickly follows behind you, matching your pace easily and practically skipping. You supposed someone like him burned a lot of energy annoying people and pulling tricks everyday, so this was probably nothing to him.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being rejected?” you glanced at him, genuinely curious.

“Nope!” He folds his arms behind his head leisurely and grins at you. “But I bet you’re getting tired of rejecting me, huh? You really want to say yes, don’t you? Huh?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you sighed.

Kokichi made a face of shock, mouth and deep purple eyes wide in a way that could only be described as overexaggerated and purely for dramatic effect.

“But you just did!”

You suppressed an exasperated sigh and looked away from Kokichi, who was strolling next to you without a care in the world. He’d even started to whistle some annoying little tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune that had recently gone viral for being one of the worst earworms ever.

Kokichi had been asking for your autograph for the past month since the fall semester of Hope’s Peak Academy had formally started and the two of you had met in-class for the first time.

“Ultimate Celebrity, huh?!” he’d exclaimed, eyes comically wide and sparkly. “Does that mean you get to be an Ultimate for just existing? Do you even have to do anything? How is that even a talent, huh?”

Kaede interjected with her hands on her hips.

“Hey, don’t make fun! You know, they’re an Ultimate for a reason,” she huffed. “Look at that face! That style! The stuff that they use gets sold out within minutes, and the places they go get so popular they only take reservations for months after!”

To be fair, you tried to stop Kaede. Tried and failed.

“It’s okay, Kaede-” you put a hand on her shoulder gently, only for her to not even notice.

“Do you even know how much one of their autographs goes for? It can go for a million yen!” she burst.

It was then that a chill ran down your spine as you watched Kokichi’s face flash from that of a naive and playful prankster to a calculative one worthy of being called the Ultimate Supreme Leader–whatever that bogus-sounding talent was. Actually, how dare he question your talent when he had a suspicious talent like that?

“Oho, is that so?” he smiled and tapped a finger to his lips, seemingly in thought. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you did know that whatever it was, you didn’t like it at all.

You gave the door to the classroom a furtive look.

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I’m going to go to the bathroom now- Eek!”

Kokichi had made his way to the door before you and was somehow effectively blocking your exit route with both palms pressed on either side of the door frame, even with his slight frame. Not only that, but he was currently making one of the most horrifying faces you’d ever seen on anyone, and you’d seen a lot of terrible things in the entertainment industry.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he smirked. Whatever that black pit of a face was, his eyes were two black holes in that pit. And, his mouth was stretched unnaturally wide in what could only be called an evil smile. “Hand it over.” He held out a hand, and you stared at his empty hand, simply appalled.

You’d faced plenty of terrors and challenges as the Ultimate Celebrity, from surprise paparazzis at night to stalker-fans trying to break into your apartment, but you had to say that this was your first time being extorted for an autograph–not even asked, but threatened.

You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty look.

“No. Now step aside.”

You couldn’t imagine that he’d keep blocking the doorway forever, especially since from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaito walking toward the classroom from the hallway.

He slinked to the side surprisingly easily, making a disappointed puppy-dog face.

“Aww, you’re no fun. It’s just an autograph, you know?”

You slid past him and made a beeline to the bathroom, which he thankfully did not follow you to–but you did feel his eyes on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d think you’d have gotten used to being watched, being the Ultimate Celebrity, but somehow, this felt different.

Fast-forward to today, about a month into the semester, and he hadn’t failed to pester you for an autograph every single day, although he luckily spent some of his time playing with (irritating?) your other classmates, too.

“Keeboi, robots don’t have nipples, do they?” Some clanking noises came from the other side of the classroom, which you desperately hoped wasn’t Kokichi touching Kiibo.

“This is harassment! I must ask that you cease and desist at once–no, seriously, stop, Kokichi!”

You winced but opted to remain a bystander. Getting involved ultimately meant offering yourself as the sacrificial target for Kokichi’s tricks and attention. ‘Sorry, Kiibo,’ you thought sympathetically.

But unfortunately for you, Kokichi must have quickly gotten bored with Kiibo, because not even ten minutes later, he was at your side again. To be exact, he was sitting across from you at the desk in front of yours, hands holding onto the backrest of the chair.

“Come on, just one little autograph,” he begged with those big, gleaming eyes. Man, since when did being an Ultimate Supreme Leader involve having incredible acting abilities? Because otherwise, how could he look so pitiful and sad? Like a cat left in the pouring rain, sitting in a rotting cardboard box, waiting for a kind owner–

You averted your eyes. It would be fine if you didn’t look at him, you desperately thought to yourself.

“I’m not giving an autograph to any classmates,” you state. “We’re all Ultimates and more or less equal, so I’m not going to give a fellow Ultimate an autograph. Plus, you think I don’t know you’re just going to go and auction it off?” You turned and stared him down with the last sentence.

“Nishishi, you got me there!” he laughed, but he didn’t seem surprised or offended. “Why don’t you do your classmate a little favor, then? You gave one to Nagito!”

You huffed and pursed your lips.

“I said no, Kokichi! And it’s different if it’s a fan,” you argued. “Nagito was already a fan because he loves Ultimates. Plus, he’s our upperclassman!”

Kokichi put a hand to his chin in thought.

“So it’s different if it’s a fan, huh? Okay, got it! I’ll be your fan, so give me an autograph!” he cheers.

“No, Kokichi! Were you even listening to me?”

He didn’t reply immediately for once, just watched you in an unsettling way. He even started twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he looked at you, and you started to feel self-conscious. You thought you’d gotten used to being watched, but yet again, it felt different coming from him.

“Hmm, I guess I wasn’t… Well, if you won’t give me your autograph, then I want something else!”

“What is it, now?”

You sighed and rested your cheek on your hand, propping your elbow up on the desk and preparing yourself for whatever other ridiculous demand he’d come out with next.

“Give me your heart!”

You almost fall out of your chair and scramble to hold onto the desk for dear life before incredulously staring at him. You could feel your face heating up, but you were sure it was just because he’d said something so unbelievably absurd.

“What did you say?”

“I said, give me your heart,” Kokichi enunciated with a smile. “Do you need hearing aids? How come you didn’t hear it the first time?” His eyes reflected obsequious concern, and you frowned.

“I heard you the first time! I just thought I heard wrong because you said something so– so weird. You know, your habit of lying and playing around with other people is going to get you in serious trouble someday.”

Kokichi held up a hand and started examining his nails, shrugging.

“I was being serious, though? This time, at least.”

You stared at him, unable to discern his true intentions or motives.

“Kokichi, I–you’re just pulling my leg, right? Because if so, it’s not funny…” you trailed off, not sure what to even make of the current situation. On the off chance that he was being serious, you didn’t want to be dismissive, but after the past month of being teased and watching him trick and lie to other people like it was nothing, you couldn’t just take his words at face value. Especially when he said it so offhandedly.

Kokichi clenched his fists and pouted, puffing up his pale cheeks.

“Hey, don’t make me repeat myself! I tell the truth once in a while, you know! Don’t tell me you don’t believe me after I told you I was telling the truth already!”

You blinked slowly, feeling your cheeks reddening.

“Uh, then… What do you even mean by, ‘give me your heart?’ You want to date?”

“No, silly,” he stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes. “I want you to fall in love with me, duh! Come on, are you really so boring that you can’t even understand a figure of speech?”

“I just didn’t expect it from you,” you quietly muttered.

How did you feel about him, anyway? The past month suddenly felt like a blur–what had you even done the past month? You couldn’t quite remember, but whatever it was, it definitely felt like it was all memories filled with Kokichi’s presence, as infuriating as he could be sometimes.

Then again, you knew he never truly meant any harm, and overall, you considered him–a classmate? No, that felt wrong after all the time you’d spent together for such a short span of a month.

A friend. That felt so much more right, suited your relationships so much better.

You paused.

“Wait a minute! You never even said that you liked me or anything. You just told me to fall in love with you!” you said, affronted by the realization.

“Oops, you got me!” Kokichi snickered. “Well, if you insist, though I’m sure you get plenty of proclamations of love everyday as the Ultimate Celebrity.”

He pulled out a flower from behind his back and thrusted it toward you with a big, innocent smile on his face. “I like you!”

You facepalmed but plucked the flower from his hand begrudgingly.

“Somehow, that felt so disingenuous,” you complained. “Like it was just an afterthought. And you wondered why I didn’t believe you.”

Kokichi poked your cheek, which had puffed a little without you even realizing.

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic after I told you I liked you! How can you have so many complaints about the Ultimate Supreme Leader liking you, huh? It should be your honor! A snap of my fingers, and I can have my thousands of underlings kneeling before you in seconds,” he boasted.

You gave him a look–you could just about see his nose growing longer for every lie coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt you have thousands of underlings,” you sighed. “Plus, this was so anticlimactic. I’m still pretty sure you just want to get my autograph.”

Kokichi put a finger to his chin, thinking hard–or hardly thinking, it was always hard to tell with someone like him.

“Well, do you need me to prove it? I’ll say I like you a thousand times! Here, why don’t I start now?” He opened his mouth wide and started chanting, “I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like-”

You hastily slapped a hand over his mouth and fearfully glanced around the classroom. Luckily, everyone else was busy with their own conversations during lunchtime.

“Stop that, you’re going to get everyone’s attention!” you grumbled.

“Oh?” he chuckled as he pulled your hand from his mouth, and a look of delighted mischief sparkled in his eyes–a look, you now realize, of trouble. “You know what an even better way to get everyone’s attention is? Watch this!”

And then, he leaned in and pressed his soft, pale lips to yours–but they were gone so soon, no sooner than you had realized they’d even touched you at all, too soon, in fact. You sat there in shock, face rapidly heating up; you were melting like butter in a hot pan, like ice under the summer sun, and you had no idea how to cope.

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your lips, still staring at Kokichi, who had the smuggest little smile on his face.

“You-!”

“Did you like it? Should I kiss you again?” he licked his lips, smirking. “Here, hold still-”

But before he could do anything else, he was interrupted by Kaito, who had grabbed onto his shoulders firmly with an uncontrollable blush on his face. Kaito could barely even look at you, instead fiercely glaring at Kokichi.

“What are you doing to them?! You didn’t even ask, and you’re in the damn classroom, Kokichi! Our entire class just saw that!”

Kokichi stuck his tongue out at Kaito, struggling against Kaito’s hold on him.

“Yeah, and who cares? They didn’t say they didn’t like it. Right, [Name]?” He paused and waved his hand in front of your dazed face. “Hellooooo, Earth to [Name]?”

You shook your head rapidly, trying to come back to your senses. Of all the things to happen today, you hadn’t expected to be kissed by Kokichi Ouma. Maybe just another plea for an autograph, and maybe a prank or two, but a kiss? And not only that, but you hadn’t expected yourself to like it so much. Or like him so much.

“No, I…” Still thoroughly startled, you glanced away, still blushing, only to notice that the entire class was practically staring at the two of you (and Kaito, now that he’d tried to intervene). Tenko had put her hands up over her eyes, except she’d parted her fingers, so she wasn’t actually blocking anything from sight as she blushed furiously. Meanwhile, Shuichi had dropped his egg roll onto his desk, and Gonta was trying to ask Miu what kissing was and what it meant. Angie was watching with fervent interest, and Maki seemed shocked you’d let him kiss you to begin with, judging by the murderous expression on her face.

To hell with it, you decided. Let them watch. Most of your life as the Ultimate Celebrity was already watched, anyway. What was one more thing?

“It’s my turn now,” you grinned. Kaito let go of him, seeming to notice the tension in the air. “Don’t move.”

You leaned over the desk and with a finger, tilted his chin up toward you, watching the Adam’s apple of his slender neck bob nervously.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, not just once, not just twice, but three times. When you finally let go of him, you had the pleasure of seeing a thoroughly and truly bewildered look on his face for once; his eyes were blank, as if trying to process what had just happened, and a generous amount of pink had painted itself over his usually pale cheeks.

Kaito gave a wolf whistle and clapped, while the others started murmuring to each other.

“Nyeh… Is this the power of the Ultimate Celebrity?” Himiko uttered in surprise. “Truly magic to be wary of…”

“It’s not m-magic,” Tenko stuttered and flusteredly pointed at you. “It’s, it’s sorcery! They made Kokichi shut up for once in his life!”

“No, no, this surely must be a divine act bestowed by Atua,” Angie crowed.

“Did we want Kokichi to shut up that badly…?” Shuichi asks tentatively.

“Yes.” Maki stabbed her pickled plum with scary precision. “Yes, we did.”

Kaede tried to assuage everyone’s complaints.

“Now, he’s not that bad…”

“Well, I’m glad that pipsqueak shut up for once!” Miu exclaimed.

“Yes, he’s an absolute menace,” Korekiyo agreed.

But the quiet Kokichi didn’t last for long–or at least, not as long as some of them hoped it would. He swiftly leapt up from his seat and pulled you up, too, before hug-attacking you.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you! From now on, you have to kiss me everyday,” he declared proudly. “And if you skimp, you have to give me an autograph!”

You pat him on the head, chuckling–his hair was so soft, you absent-mindedly thought to yourself.

“Again with the autograph. You really are persistent,” you laughed.

He pulled back for a moment and sweetly stared into your eyes.

“But that’s what you like about me so much, right? Nishishi!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged, but you could feel your cheeks warming up again.

Kokichi leaned in close, the breath from his mouth tickling your ear.

“Just between you and me, though, I’d take your kisses over your autograph any day, so don’t forget~”

#kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x reader #reader insert #ndrv3 #danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi x ultimate celebrity reader #x reader #requested #writing #lux writes #prompted #requests open #luxexhomines #maybe i need to re-engage my love for the danganronpa characters more deeply #bc idk it just felt like i was writing this without much soul (?) if that makes any sense #or maybe its my imaginative abilities that need more power??#anyway i tried my best tho!! i tried to do some research #by which i mean i tried to see how other people wrote imagines & i checked my old kokichi writing #maybe next time i should check ao3 for inspo #i actually think this was too long #oftentimes short and sweet is better #but oh well #i just did a little bit of editing & wrote the bulk of this yesterday #anyway time for me to shut up i hope you are doing well tho!!!!#ALSO wait i forgot to say i did have fun #it was a bit of a struggle but it was fun hehe so thank you :3

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cargoshortsenjoyer · 6 months

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This is Herbert West about to experiment on Jeffrey Combs. The concept originally came from @heliojip on here. He hasn't released his image yet though.

I had begun jokingly brainstorming how Jeffrey Combs would react if he was transported into the Reanimator universe and met Herbert. I think he'd escape with his knowledge of how horror movies work and how to act if you wanna be the survivor, and then go eat some keebler fudge magic middles (discontinued). Then Herbert would find him and Jeffrey would have to make up a reason why they look so similar, and he'd tell him that he was his REAL biological dad; the sperm donor to his actually adoptive father. Anyways if you want more of this headcanon tell me, it was fun

#herbert west #jeffrey combs #tell me if i should tag this in any specific way #reanimator #re-animator #tell me your ideas for how theyd interact too if you want #but a contingency in my mind is that jeffrey acts very normal. its a good contrast to herbert and a way to avoid making this weird #unless its already weird. write to me your thoughts!#i used 4 ref images to get this right. im glad i put in the effort #the surgical table doesnt fully follow the ref image but whatever. i still think it looks really good #i shouldve timed myself!! i usually do darn.#i am MOST proud of their faces/facial expressions/likenesses #herb still looks like herb even tho i exaggerated his mouth and nose #just a little but i also wanted to draw relatively realistically #its kinda fun #you have more lines to make a person look like themselves #and of course i love drawing weird perspectives #i also like the lines of the way i drew their hair. especially jeffrey's #dunno how to elaborate on that tho #tell me exactly your thoughts. critique is welcome

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fellhellion · 19 days

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i need to know the deep lore on why p3p allows you to have queer romance as femc when that one dev from the p2 duology was like yeah lol we included the jun romance to see if there was any money to court from fujo like fjkdhfjksjkd WHO WAS THIS FOR

#(it was for me)#but nonetheless genuinely who were they even writing that yuri for if that was their assumption re writing queer characters #like i do naurt think atlus devs are the kind of people to consider fujoshi as a group containing like. queer women as well.#tunes talks persona #like from memory. i dont remember stuff like aegis's romance being fetishised (i havent played portable in a LONG time tho)#like genuinely one of the most scenes of all time to have the robot gf imprint hamuko's fingerprints in her heart #so she'll never forget her and carry a piece of her always

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basilf1res · 1 year

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We need a platonic, aroace relationship between Tim Drake and Tucker Foley.

Like, they meet because Tucker is fresh out of high school and already has an internship at Wayne Industries, Tim just waltzes into the room to see what the interns are up to, and lo and behold: an adorable, coffee addict, sleep deprived, clumsy, nineteen-year-old with large round glasses. (I think he’d have outgrown his pair from freshman year or broke them while ghost hunting. Most likely the latter tbh).

Two nerds nerding out over technology, two boys cuddling and watching a movie on a couch in Tim’s apartment. Two boyfriends friends walking through a space museum, Tucker rambling about how his best friend loves space and wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist.

Tim is not jealous. He’s not. Whoever said so is spreading lies and slander.

Please. Just- please give me some long-ass fic /one shot of slowburning fluff and cuddles of these two to read- aaaaAAA.

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robo-dino-puppy · 21 days

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here's a return to sunfall (and blazon arch and the two carja gates near it)! the mod has been updated so there were no more endless loading screens when i recorded this :D makes exploring much more fun!

i'm not as excited about this thumbnail but it took a lot of super annoying work to set up so here's a(n unfortunately small) version without text:

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #out of bounds exploration #hfw out of bounds #video #also sorry to write a book in the tags but:#honestly i am very Done with this video. i had So. Many. Issues.#trying to get a recording as smooth as what i see in gameplay (fail). not falling off of things while recording (took 3 attempts lol)#getting the tallneck facing the right direction (several tries)#uploaded to yt and got a copyright warning(?) from sony because of music. wtf! it was just what plays in the game?!?#yt basically said “you're allowed to use it but the copyright owner can change their mind at any time” so #i tried to re-edit that section and ended up rendering the final video FOUR MORE TIMES bc a track was missing or off by a few miliseconds #and THEN i had to upload it to yt AGAIN which takes *literal hours*#so anyway fuck this video lmao #but i put a tallneck in it tho so that's nice #oh and i was able to get close to the leafcutter ants :)#hfw pc #(remove reload boundary mod)

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azul-marie · 2 years

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alcina. (belonging)

fem. reader

you are an angel amongst mountains of silk.

the soft of your hair rests loosely, untied or tucked, flyaways aplenty from the static of her sofa pillows surrounding your tiny, wonderful body. the nightgown you wear, deep, dark as freshly pressed wine, sits low upon your shoulders, exposing delicate, supple skin waiting, wishing to be devoured. she almost hoped you meant it a distraction, mischief hidden beneath innocence. but you watch her dress for her family meeting with earnest, curious eyes, no such gleam of trouble anywhere to be found.

alcina adored you.

“pet, don’t you have some resting to do?” she says, a trace of tease in her strong voice. she stands before her dressing mirror, catching your eyes in the reflection. her hands smooth the sides of her dress, white as snow, her tint of skin, taking pleasure in how eagerly your gaze follows. “i won’t be long, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

your chin lays tilted on the settee’s armrest, a sideways view still plenty pleasing. she feels your eyes linger on her undone face, her natural self on display. alcina pretends not to notice.

“may i help you with your makeup?” you ask.

she turns to you, shocked. her expression must betray otherwise, or be more severe than she’d realized, for you shrink back and avert your eyes away. “oh, i’m sorry, i’ve misspoken—”

alcina is quick to wave you off, tutting her apology. “my dear, you surprised me, is all. i thought you liked watching me apply.”

“i do! it’s-it’s just…” you say, blinking up at her like a cherub from a renaissance capture, sweet and rosy. “at the very least, i’d like to choose a lipstick for you, if it’s quite alright.”

there’s a familiar pull of skin, crinkles and laughlines accompanying her ardent smile. “come now, it’s more than alright.”

her powder smells of rosewater and talc. it falls like stardust upon you, landing on dolce lips and fluttering lashes.

it is commonplace for alcina to situate you on her lap as she goes about her makeup routine, a process long enough to warrant your presence being. the time is spent watching her work, holding brushes or palates for her to choose between, and the occasional touch of lips exchanged.

you know to be patient, and keep still.

with a final run of a brush over her eyelids, she seals the look of her part, taking a moment to examine herself in her vanity’s reflection. she tries not to chuckle at the way you squirm with excitement, now knowing the finishing touch was all yours to claim. she calms you with a hand brushing over your waist. with the other, she reveals to you her drawer packed full with lip colors of every kind, from the peachiest pink to the deepest violet.

“the honors, girl.”

you trace indecisive lines over bullets of every size and shape. you worry for time, shown through quivering hands, but alcina’s touch splayed across your back is patient, watchful. she’s enjoying this, your eager, careful wish of adorning her. time taken is for her sake.

you uncap a bullet to find a bright, fiery shade of scarlet.

“this one.” you decide, holding it up for her to see. “if it’s all the same to you, mistress.”

she nods an approval, then eyes you with a calm, amused smile. “you know i trust you’ll see me off best, dear.”

you swivel around in her lap, until your legs hang over her thighs, your little arms steadying yourself with the help of her wide, powerful shoulders. alcina does not miss how longingly you gaze at her décolletage, how the static white of her skin differs from yours. her large hands settle themselves upon your thighs, your nightgown exposing the soft, sensitive flesh with the lift of your movements.

she smells the heat of blood pulsing between your ribs.

“may i?” you ask, in a breathless sort of voice.

“please do, lest i arrive fashionably late.”

the gentle way you cup her face almost makes her laugh. you, with hands the size of rosebuds, your very being no larger than one of beneviento’s dolls. with concentration lacing your brow you focus on dotting her lips alight, creamy color bright against her skin. it resembles greatly the bite of blood, or the homemade wine she tastes of. it takes all you have not to lean in for one.

“you’re lovely.” you say, meek as a lamb. you click the bullet in place with a snap, holding it up for alcina to take. she does, but clasps her hand around your arm for a good while.

“such a sweetheart.” she purrs, eyes crinkling with her signature dazzle. “i won’t be long, you hear? but i still want you in bed by the time i get back. rest, rest, rest.” with the same hand alcina lowers you to the ground, paying another look at her reflection before standing upright. she watches you, raising a brow, until you scurry off and up her bed, showing your usual obedience. she has no reason to worry.

“be safe, mistress.” you whisper beneath velvet and lace.

alcina beams with a grin of pleasure. “always.”

her bedroom doors slam close behind the exit of her gargantuan being.

with a loud click, they are locked shut.

#alcina dimitrescu #resident evil 8 imagines #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re imagine #resident evil #re8 village #re8 imagine #alcina dimitriscu x reader #b….big lady #ma’am? i mean mommy? i mean ma’am? i mean #writing this giant woman made me want to write for bayonetta LMAO #giant ladies = very nice #also would love to write for re3r jill soon…she’s so so pretty #don’t even get me started on carlos tho 👀#YOOOO also dbd ada looks kinda 👀👀 ma’am i mean ma’am i mean #female reader

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lace-knots · 4 months

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I jumped into bed, and lay down next to her. Her hair smelled like coconut oil and she was warm in bed. I wrapped my arm around her, over the soft, silky pajamas covering her. I tried to tell whether or not she was asleep, as her chest slowly rose and fell.

She gave a little yawn, and shifted her body down, curling herself into the crook of my hips. As she moved, my arm caught on her chest, and I felt her nipple as it brushed past.

I still wasn't sure she was awake. I moved my arm back down, again flicking her nipple, a bit more firmly than before.

Her butt stuck out, pressing into me, and my arm instantly tightened around her. I pressed my face close behind her, against the smell of her hair and the sound of her quickening breath. I moved my arm so that my hand clutched her chest while my elbow was pressing her hip down into the mattress.

I pressed my palm against her nipple and kneaded my fingers into her chest gently. I heard her exhale suddenly, and figured I should say something.

"Hey."

"... hey," she responded.

That done, I pressed my body against hers and started to push and pull, easily guiding her hips and body. I love hearing her squeak when I pinch her breast in my hand and she arches her back to follow my fingers.

I push my other arm under her, grabbing her with both hands and pulling her tightly against me.

Now she's at the point where she's moving on her own. Even if I leave my arms still, her chest puffs out and her ass twitches in my lap. I decide that I've been making it too easy for her.

"Stop moving, babe."

"Unh... okay."

She stays still, and I gently nuzzle my face into her neck as if I was done.

When I start again, I'm more rough with her. My nails dig into her soft skin, and I relish her gasping as I pin her hips down with my arm and grind into her.

God, I love all the things she says. So much of that "Oh - fuck - babe - baby - yesssyesyesyes" that makes her sound so sweet and needy.

I want to make her feel good. I run my hand along her, just above her waist.

"Do you mind if I touch you?"

"No, baby. Please..."

I felt her soft clit under her clothes. I pressed a finger underneath it and started drawing lines up to the tip.

I made the strokes faster and faster. She lifted up one of her legs, and I pushed my arm into the inside of her thigh to spread her out further.

I started drawing little circles right underneath the tip, just how she likes. She's whimpering and shaking and so insanely sexy.

"Oh - babe - babe."

"I remember the first time you called me babe. I was touching you just like this. You really like it, huh?"

She moans and nods, but I really wanted to hear her voice struggling to be coherent.

"Tell me you like it."

I can feel a twitch run through her legs, and her clit suddenly gets harder, pressing back through the fabric against my fingers.

"Yes, baby, I like it s- uh- so much."

"Do you love me for making you feel this way?"

"Yes!! Yes, I love you, you're so good - babe - mmhmm!"

God. She twitched while I yawned and lay back on the pillow. She turned around to kiss me, and I felt a wet spot through her panties as she pressed against my leg.

#this post is intended for transfems!#feedback appreciated!#I know it's long but I hope it's cute lol #transfem nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #lesbian nsft #lace hornyposting again #lace likes girls #I'm very happy with this #I do have some questions #re: the amount of discussion (I felt it was realistic but mb not the best for erotica?)#also how do you write about breasts sexily lol #“tits” just feels meh #“soft chest” I like tho 😌#GOD I'm fuckin gay

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mchib · 18 days

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I need some Rize and Shuu friendship headcanons!

thank u anon!

i want to say ive never written a fanfic or anything of the sort so im not experienced in that field of writing but i do like do do character analasys and like headcanoning things so feel free to share any opposing views!!

first and foremost i feel like they have a common character flaw that they expect nothing less of an extravagant lifestyle even though both of them attempt to uphold and fulfil this different ways i feel like they would find great company in like luxurious or over the top things and they could perhaps be one of the only people that dont harbor distaste or skeptical feelings towards each other upon learning of the others hobbies. they also have certain tastes and are both picky eaters in their own ways so i imagine a lot of discussions would be had about what characteristics make someone more tasty. that being said i think shuu would continuingly tell rize that shes way too messy and she should invest in self control or at least be more private about her eating habits lolol.

i also feel like they would find solace in each others company talking about like art and philosophy although i imagine shuu already had more than enough people to rant to i think that rize would definitely genuinely listen and engage. if they fought or had a disagreement i imagine one of them being stuck head first in a concrete wall and then shuu would refuse to to her for like a day and call her a barbaric hoodlum behind her back but no real feelings or resentment would comply. i feel like a normal person having a conversation with any of the two would somehow contain an interference of something along the lines of 'woah woah woah you cant say that man thats too far' because they both make pretty morbid jokes but if it were just the two i feel like they would feel as though they could freely speak their mind without anyone wondering how they were raised or what set of events led to such absurd jokes being recited in such grim circumstances.

i feel like shuu would feel sort of be offended meeting rize upon hearing that her insides were used to turn kaneki half ghoul as even when kaneki loses all sanity his and rize's personalities are not compatible in the slightest, and so before learning to get over it he would feel kind of awkward around her because he wants to be mad at her but he knows it wasnt her fault at the same time so hes trying to be civil about it. meanwhile she would think of him as an antisocial snob and try to brag to him about how she made something of herself without being spoon-fed and is able to manage her giant appetite while on the run from the ccg and ghouls alike.

when shuu is like in his terminally ill granny state i feel like she would stay by his side but also be discouraging saying stuff like 'men should suffer in silence' and 'a public execution would be more appealing'. i feel like when they go out together shuu would try really hard to convince her to clean up so they can look fresh as hell and go fancy places but rize always ends up consuming some random homeless guy on the street. rize gives off 'i want to be with the bourgeoiseses' vibes but when they come around she just doesnt want to put in the effort. 'just kick reason to the curb and come with me!' (can you tell i do lyric analasys).

i feel like rize would like use shuu's rich people resources to make stuff like lets pose a hypothetical that ghouls could eat cookies. rize would use shuu's kitchen and ingredients to make the most foul tasting cookies and then put a sticky note on them telling shuu not to touch. then he flips out. rize is also very not used to not having to do dishes or anything in his household so she feels weird about being emptyhanded while others make the food. she'll be trying to hide her pleasure with being treated with such luxury but you can definitely see her grinning at the dinner table. we know she has table etiquette from her and kaneki's date but whats to stop her from completely disregarding all manners when shes in the presence of ghouls? i feel like she'd be kinda gross the first few times over cuz men aint shit but she kind of grows into being at least presentable at dinner.

when they r in the car shuu wants to be passanger princess but he doesnt trust rize behind the wheel. hes not the hero we deserve, but hes all we have right now. irrelevant but if rize was driving she'd like crash on the highway for fun or something. she has a fake license that says something like risse kaminishi from district 12

ok thats all i can think of rn & sorry if i mischaracterized shuu im not nearly as much of an expert on his character but i do enjoy him a lot

#tokyo ghoul #not a character analasys i fear #felt goofy writing this but it was fun #rize kamishiro #shuu tsukiyama #tokyo ghoul re #headcanon #thanks for the ask!!#kudos 4 making me think about shuu #i have like 20 followers tho so ik who u are #:3

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