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#she be like: if u measure my height
pickled-paintbrush · 2 months
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I cleared out this bottom cubby shelf under my bookcase and have spent the past month or so crafting a little den for Clementine...looks like she's a fan!
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theholypeanut · 4 months
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♪ I Think He Knows ♪
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Content: GOM + Kagami + Takao having a tall gf (headcanon) fem!reader, just fluff, tiny suggestive
Notes: “Tall”, but realistically (I know wild for knb) so let’s say approx 5’9 (175 cm)
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Kuroko
- Kuroko is so used to everyone being taller than him, that he wouldn’t really feel that out of place while having a tall girlfriend
- You are the only person allowed to stroke his hair, but only in private - you’d never allow anyone to see it
- Kuroko always cares about your comfort and even if he is not much into pda, you hold hands very often
- He love to kiss your forehead when you sit
- He can be both a big or a small spoon, whatever you need
Kise
- Kise absolutely adores that you are tall, but not taller than him
- You can get model gigs with him and he asks you to that often because he is just obsessed with showing you to people
- You can still comfortably wear heels with him
- Kise loves hugging you from behind
- H U G E pda fan, you are never safe in public, holding hands, stolen kisses, constant forehead kisses because “your forehead is just so close to my lips it’s asking for it”
- will literally hiss seeing guys checking you out
Aomine
- He was actually quite bummed at the beginning that you are not tiny, because he cannot make fun of you 24/7
- But who cares about height there are other measurements that are more important (I’m not pointing fingers)
- You are still smaller than him so he can put his hand on your hair and just destroy any hairstyle you have and laugh at you
- The king of putting his hand around you waist
- Randomly nibbles your neck and starts teasing (usually it ends up spicy)
- Mr “I’ll whisper dirty stuff to your ear in public and watch you get red”
- Puts his chin on your head All. The. Time.
- Tries to make you play basketball with him because “tbh you are still higher than Akashi and Kuroko so maybe there’s some potential” (he’d never say that next to Akashi obv)
Midorima
- Midorima is so clueless and extra tall, that he wouldn’t even notice that you are reasonably tall for a girl until someone points it out. Or until you stand next to Takao
- He has absolutely no opinion about it whatsoever because he just don’t think it’s an important factor in a relationship
- However he gets red like a tomato if you’d hug him from behind and put your face on his shoulder
- Or if you stand on your tiptoes and give him a forehead kiss. He is g o n e
- That’s the day he decided he loves that you are tall
- Gets annoyed when someone comments that you could be a model. Tells you that you absolutely shouldn’t start a model career, and didn’t want to elaborate why (because he was afraid you’d start attracting a bigger crowd and leave him bc he is an insecure Bebe inside fight me)
Murasakibara
- Tall? You? You look like a Smurf to him
- Who is this gnome standing next to him? Yes that’s you
- I mean, again, Murasakibara do not find you really tall. However seeing how small are girls at school, Atsushi fast realised that this is as good as it gets
- Atsushi constantly puts his head on yours
- If any guy tries to flirt with you and approaches you, he gets jealous quickly and shows up out of nowhere and holds you by the waist to show dominance (and with his height… works like a charm)
- Murasakibara is a big baby and pouts if any guy is complimenting how tall you are
- Also for very long he would call you “tiny” and everyone had the idea that you must be very small, and gets surprised when they meet you (“well for me she is tiny”)
- He is constantly kissing the crown of your head
- The biggest softie, honestly for him being taller than an average person makes you just… average to him, and that’s honestly perfect
- Not that big on pda but will always hold you close, hold your hand, waist, just to show everyone that you are taken
Akashi
- Being taller than Akashi… oh boy, well
- Obviously you didn’t expect to fall for a guy who is shorter than you, but obviously Akashi has a huge personality and it doesn’t really matter
- You are almost the same height and it has a lot of perks: for example it’s so easy to get a quick kiss without a lot of effort
- Akashi loves to kiss your neck
- No one dares comment about lack of height difference
- Akashi actually encourages you to wear heels if you like them, because he has enough confidence to not get insecure about this kind of stuff, which you appreciate a lot
- Also all of his clothes fits you like a glove, which is a huge perk especially with the fancy expensive stuff you can wear as your own
- You sometimes kabedon him as a surprise when you are alone
- It never ends up well for you (but spicy edition)
Kagami
- Kagami just like Midorima has one braincell and he wouldn’t even notice that you are tall until someone says it out loud
- One day he saw you standing next to Kuroko and he yelled “oh you are taller than Kuroko? You should play basketball”
- One braincell golden retriever
- Just like Aomine he tries to persuade you to play basketball with him (basketball ball for brain I swear)
- He has this reflex to grab your waist and pull you closer whenever there is a crowd
- Loves it when you lay down on his shoulder and fall asleep when you watch a movie
- Loves it when you snuggle your nose in his collarbone, he gets so red
- He is not big on pda but when no one is looking he would sneak a tiny cheek kiss (he actually loves tiny kisses, as well as steamy make out sessions)
- If someone says you look like a model he would get hyped up
Takao
- Takao is a cheeky boy, he would for sure be the one flirting with you till you fall for him
- He fell first he fell harder and he would do everything to convince you to date him even when he is slightly shorter than you
- When he succeeded he couldn’t believe it and he feels like he is the happiest guy on the planet
- The Greenest Flag in here, he treats you like a queen
- Flexes about you constantly, how beautiful and amazing his gf is
- He loves it when you wear heels, and he would for fun pout and ask for forehead kisses like a baby
- HE would kabedon you for fun to make you blush
- Loves hugging you from behind and kissing your nape
- Also he would playfully bite your shoulder or whisper dirty thing to your earlobe just to make you blush out of nowhere
- Honestly just marry him already or I will
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— 𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 — (neteyam x fem!reader)
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requested: yes
synopsis: golden boy neteyam has a lot of suitors but best friend y/n didn't like any of them and would tease the hell of out neteyam just to see him embarrassed
pairing: neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader
tags: sarcasm, fluff, implied jealousy, long time pinning
warnings: lowercase intended, swearing
word count: 1.9k
a/n: characters are aged up! this is the very first request by @tejas-kris ! thank you very much for the idea! hope this is to your liking ^u^
+ gif not mine. ctto.
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neteyam, as everyone knows, is the next olo’eyktan and the golden child of the sully’s. he’s kind, thoughtful, humble, and everything a leader is. handcrafted by eywa to perfection. all na’vi his age longed to be picked by him when he was to choose a mate.
y/n, the rebellious best friend of neteyam, is also a part of the growing admirers of neteyam but he doesn’t need to know that. she has been a part of his life ever since they could breathe. you’d think that because of being his age and being in his life that they’re best of friends, but you’re wrong!
growing up, y/n would hang with the sully's and have her height measured beside them. at one point, both she and neteyam had the same height until y/n continued to grow taller than the oldest sully kid.
he became the end of her height jokes until he just didn’t care anymore. yeah, it was their thing with the jokes but if someone else says them, y/n would definitely pull those na’vi’s tails and perhaps destroy their dignity if she feels generous.
with age comes maturing of many things, mainly the features of one's face. neteyam grew up into a very handsome na’vi. imagine being the son of toruk makto, son of the daughter of the previous olo’eyktan, first born son, and the next olo’eyktan in the making?? not only that, someone who is strong, smart, sharp, humble, did i mention handsome, and kind?
oh eywa, to be standing beside neteyam and being called his… that’s the dream, right? wrong. not when he’s constantly beside y/n. that bothersome yet loyal companion of his.
neteyam had many suitors come his way. there was inaw, a beautiful na’vi who weaves beautiful baskets and many others. when she was trying to give neteyam a bracelet after she confessed, y/n was there to torment the poor na’vi and by poor na’vi, it’s neteyam. why does he get the end of the torment?
“ooh~ lookie here! neteyam finally got another suitor! and look at this beautiful bracelet,” y/n held neteyam’s wrist up as she examined the gift that inaw had just given neteyam didn’t ask for the bracelet to be put on. inaw just put it on him–
“you weave the most beautiful materials, inaw.” y/n grins, showing her fangs to the na;vi that was slowly backing away out of awkwardness and embarrassment. “and i must admit, it suits his features. made his hands pop out its color and veins.” her voice just laced with sarcasm and her eyes rolled adding to the mockery.
neteyam soon removes the bracelet and gave it back to inaw, face flushed with embarrassment. “i really, really appreciate the gesture. but i’m not looking for a mate now.” neteyam says in a hurry before running off.
y/n turns to the poor na’vi while chuckling. “oh eywa, when will you skxawngs learn?” she once again rolled her eyes before following neteyam, embarrassing him more.
another was a na’vi named nitsek who had a very beautiful singing voice. she would always pull neteyam to sit in the front whenever she and a few other na’vi’s sang during their events.
what nitsek didn’t like was when y/n followed beside neteyam. she hated neteyam’s best friend because it hinders her from pursuing the next olo’eyktan. nitsek would bat her eyelashes and ask neteyam to tell y/n to move to another place so she can do her best in performing.
y/n always hears this and snorts in amusement. what a bold move, she admits, but a very wrong move at it.
“nEteYAm oH My eYwA yOu mUsT tAkE tHis hidEoUs fRienD oF yOurs AwAy fRom thE fRont,” y/n says while mocking nitsek’s voice. “yeah neteyam, you should shoo me away because i might distract your little girly over there,” she says while pointing and wiggling her index finger towards the na’vi girl.
“of course, our cutie over here would protect his ‘future mate’, right? i mean, i know you to be such a protective na’vi but hey, i’m not THAT dangerous now, am i?” y/n raises her brow at neteyam before turning to nitsek, who looked like she was ready to just pounce at the na’vi mocking her.
neteyam’s face was as purple as a yovo fruit. he walks away, not bothering to say goodbye to nitsek. the na’vi tried to call neteyam back but he didn’t return.
y/n blows a bitter kiss towards nitsek and waves goodbye. nitsek was left punching the air and hissing at the leaving na’vi’s way.
out of all the na’vi’s that tried to pursue neteyam, her favorite was roka, an acquaintance of kiri as roka was training to be a tsahik when the day comes. to be fair, she was very good at what she was practicing. one of mo’at’s best students but not one of her favorites.
roka would always ask kiri to be the one to help tend neteyam’s cuts after every raid, not that he needed that much help since he doesn’t get that hurt often. kiri, being the nice friend she is, she would let roka patch neteyam up.
despite meeting up a lot, neteyam and roka were awkward with each other. roka didn’t know how to start conversations with her admiration while neteyam just wants to be finished and leave the tent as soon as he can.
y/n came in with the last group of the raid and asked the other sully kids where was their oldest brother. “he’s in roka’s tent! she’s just patching his cuts up.” tuk says happily while she encircles y/n checking if the older na’vi had any cuts. seeing that there were cuts, she leads y/n to kiri’s tent so she can get patched up.
“sissy! y/n needs to get some bandages.” tuk got some of the medicines that her sister usually uses and some patches to cover the cuts afterward.
upon learning where neteyam was, a sly thought passed her mind. while kiri was patching her up, she motioned tuk to come closer.
“hi’i tuk, can i ask you a favor?” y/n says with a smile, one that kiri was familiar with while tuk was not so. “what is it tsmuke?” tuk asks, her voice just so sweet. no one will know that she has any malicious intentions.
“could you tell your big brother that your tsmuke is hurt badly and needs his support?” y/n pouts a bit to seal the deal. tuk nods immediately before running out the tent. kiri looks up from patching her friend up, an eyebrow raised and a smirk breaking out her mouth.
“you’re such an ass, y/n!” she says while nudging her friend. “whaaaat??? am i wrong?! your friend here is badly hurt and you laugh at her?” y/n raised her hand and dramatically sighs. “what if this was my last day? i would not see my dear neteyam’s face. his oh-so-handsome face that all omatikaya fawns over.” she clasped her hands together and swings her legs.
“eywa, i could never take you seriously with all the shit you say.” kiri snorts before finishing patching y/n up. “but i’m ‘serious’ here. i’m juuuust like everyone else.” y/n air quotes the word ‘serious’ before leaning back against her arms.
“you know, that’s not how you get my older brother’s attention. he already has it on you and you don’t have to try.” kiri says as she placed all the medicine and patches she used back in their places. “he looks at you as if you put the stars up in the sky.”
y/n choked on her saliva before laughing. “noooo no he doesn’t. that perfect ass skxawng does not, and i quote, ‘looks at me as if i put the stars up in the sky’. i get that i can be an asshole to other na’vi’s sometimes,” kiri glares playfully, “sometimes??” “that’s not the point, kiri!” y/n throws her arms up in frustration.
“the point is he doesn’t like me that way, point blank period. i mean, yeah we fight sometimes but i think that’s because we get competitive, and maybe our feelings get the better of us, but he’s such great na’vi. even when i get mad after he won our sparring, he would apologize even when he doesn’t have to.” y/n rests her chin on her palm while looking at kiri.
“when that brother of yours finds the right mate to spend his life with, i wouldn’t find anyone like him who would put up with me. i mean, with this personality, who would? even if i say ‘i love him’, would he say he loves me back?” she mumbles the last sentence while playing with her anklet. one that she made with neteyam and matched with.
when kiri didn’t reply, y/n looked up to see what was happening. kiri had stopped her actions and was looking behind y/n.
y/n turns around to see neteyam with tuk not far behind. realization hit her hard like bricks. he positively, absolutely heard everything she had said. fuck.
“i’ll leave you two to chat, alright?” kiri says while pushing tuk away from the tent, her little voice growing further as she asked her sister why.
neteyam moved close to y/n, a small space between them enough space to leave for eywa. y/n’s ears flatten as her tail swayed furiously. she stood up to leave but neteyam pulled her back, both standing in the middle of the tent.
“you heard nothing from me, okay?! absolutely nothing.” y/n glares right at neteyam’s eyes only to look away almost immediately.
neteyam, who’s face was just purple after hearing that his heart’s love had just confessed her feelings so straightforwardly, how was he supposed to react? his tail sways in a small but fast motion, ears twitching in happiness as he smiled.
“so you do feel the same way i do.” neteyam says as a matter of fact. y/n rolled her eyes before punching his shoulder softly. “no i don’t.” his grin widen before pulling her into a hug. this caught y/n off-guard before she tried to get him off of her. she ultimately gave up and hugged him back. he can hear her heart beat fast as he rest his head against her chest.
“i see you.” neteyem softly says while playing with a braid of y/n’s. y/n’s eyes widen as her heart raced. oh eywa, it’s happening… it’s hAPPENING–
“it’s alright if you don’t say it now. i will wait for you for as long as it takes.” neteyam adds before letting go of her, only to be pulled back into the hug, this time, her chin resting on top of his head.
“i see you, neteyam. for such a long time, it’s just you in my head,” she says, her voice was small, quiet almost but he heard her well.
he was glad. neteyam had loved this tall na’vi since forever and to be in her arms at this moment just feels so… right. y/n thought the same. she can finally keep him in her grasp, never to be let go. and besides, she needs an armrest and neteyam is there to provide it for her.
“am i also in your heart?”
“oh shut up, skxawng!!”
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na'vi dictionary (seen in order):
hi'i - small
tsmuke - sister
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i also can’t believe i never mentioned this but SPIDERMAN YUNHO IDEAS GO!!!!
— mafia
it's 5am and my head hurts and this is not proofread but here you go (wc 0.6k)
spiderman!yunho mostly swings around the neighbourhood helping out with trivial tasks
bc the area's honestly pretty safe most of the time
it's because of this, and you mostly keeping to yourself, that you don't really have much of an opinion about spiderman!yunho
you know he exists but that's pretty much it
one day you accidentally leave the front door open when you're taking your shopping in
and zoom
your dog goes running out
you're shrieking your head off trying to get your dog to stop
when someone suddenly scoops her up when she tries to run through their legs
it's spiderman!yunho who's handing you back your dog
you've lost one slipper during your run
and your hair is slipping out of its scrunchie
you're breathless bc you haven't ran in like six years
but yunho thinks you're kinda really cute
you thank him profusely
and when he tells you that it's his pleasure
wow
you kinda really like his voice
after that, you start to see him everywhere
he's helping the lil old ladies cross the road, hobbling along at a slow pace for them
he's shooting webs to help get soccer balls down that are stuck on the roof
he's scaling the side of buildings to rescue the cute kittens perched on the ledges
(if it's because yunho is starting to hang more around your neighbourhood in hopes of seeing you, then that's a secret)
you probably do something dumb again
like your bag breaks and all your apples roll out
or you walk into a pole bc you wanted to step on a leaf that looked crunchy
either way
spiderman!yunho appears whenever you're in need of help
so look
maybe you've developed a crush on him
(not to mention he packs a cake in his suit 😍)
(and his toned chest looks so Y U M M Y)
you don't dare to confess though
mans probably has like half the world as his fans
except
hohoho
said mans only cares about you
needless to say you're a little shocked when he asks you out on a date
yunho probably takes you swinging between buildings as a first date LOL
grins cheekily when you hug him tighter
he tries to impress you by showing you all the different ways he can use his webs
"i can grab that can of soda for you without getting up"
"i can get us to the twentieth floor in two seconds"
not that you need to be impressed
he gets so excited when you ask him questions about his spidey powers
he probably gets you to measure how far he can shoot a web
or how many he can shoot in a minute
bc the man makes everything a competition
even if it's just him beating his own personal best 🙄
definitely does that iconic first kiss hanging upside down
but he miscalculates his height and his lips are level with your chest
will say something like "this isn't so bad either" ;))))
but when he does do the hanging kiss properly and you're blushing
he probably lightens the mood by saying, "well, don't leave me hanging"
he's so silly and goofy
even when he finally confesses and asks to be your boyfriend
HAS to use a dumb pickup line
"i may be spiderman...but i'd rather be your man"
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dzamie-oc · 6 months
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Voretober 01 - Welcome
Length: 2700 words Vore type: Oral Vore, F/F, Willing Prey, Implied Digestion Fandom: Zootopia Other info: snake pred, anthro prey, like 80% of this is plot
Ophilia took a deep breath, hoping to calm her beating heart. So she was moving to a city she'd only visited for a week. So she wasn't even living in the city proper. She was a grown snake; she could deal with all that. What was eating at her?!
The answer came easily, of course, no matter how much she tried to push it back down: her landlords-to-be were… bunnies. Really, it was more like she was moving in with a family of them. Her harness grew tighter around her dark, scaly neck and chest as she slithered up to the door, pulling her rolling bags behind her. In her mind's eye, she recalled every bunny tourist she'd seen back in Squamatoa, the way they huddled away from the reptiles around them, the way they flinched and apologized for a gentle (and soft! Very soft fur!) nudge on the street. Seeing that every day, knowing that she was the reason for it… it would weigh on her.
Nonetheless, Ophilia was at the doorstep before she knew it. She cast one more glance behind her, as though measuring out how hard it would be to simply give up. Too hard, she decided, the time for that had well and truly passed. So, with another breath failing to soothe her nerves, she pressed her snout into the doorbell.
The bell barely got through half of its "ding-dong!" before the door swung open. Behind it stood a bunny in jeans and a green flannel; Ophilia watched him look up to meet her face and his own cycle through curiosity, surprise, and more curiosity, before settling on a warm smile. "You must be Ofelaia, right?" he said, with just a hint of country twang, "C'mon in, let's get you set up."
"Oh! Thank you. Ophilia, though. Philip Lapis, right? I think I talked mostly with Jane." The snake managed to push her anxiety down enough to carry a conversation; besides, she knew him moderately well from their chats online.
"Yep, that'd be my eldest. Speaking of…" Philip turned and shouted back into the house. "Jane! Ophilia's here, can you show her around? Robert, Nathan, help her with her bags!"
A pair of bunnies, around the same size as Philip but visibly younger, scampered out the door. One nearly tripped, gawking up at her (feeling self-conscious, she lowered her head closer to their heights), and earned himself a light smack from his father to hurry him up. Ophilia detached herself from her bags and thanked the pair as they vanished inside, luggage in tow. Philip followed them, cautioning them to be careful around the walls.
Seeing a few faces not visibly terrified settled the snake's heart, so she wound her way inside. The entryroom was deceptively big for the front facade, and held a half-dozen bunnies; through a couple of doorways, she saw another quartet sitting around a game console, a few enjoying salad bowls, and one in the windowsill glance at her before returning to his book. Yet one more bunny, this one in a yellow sundress, hopped down the stairs in three jumps, then skipped up to and past Ophilia; a well-measured kick closed the front door with a click rather than a slam. The bunnies all looked similar, but Ophilia was confident on this one.
"Jane? I'm glad to see another familiar face. U-uh, I mean-" she stammered, painfully aware of how many bunnies were staring at the black snake in their home.
"Good to see ya, too! No worries there, you'll figure out most of 'em in time, I'm sure." Jane bounced in a weak approximation of a curtsy, then skipped down the hall and beckoned Ophilia to follow her. "Anywho, your room's down this way. Ground floor with a lever handle - wish I could say all of Zootopia's as accessible to a snake, but I ain't gonna make a liar of myself."
Ophilia followed on autopilot, weaving past a number of bunnies in various outfits and activities, from a small child doodling on a whiteboard in an oversized shirt, to one taking selfies in far too much makeup, to one who tried to kickflip over her tail (and, luckily, succeeded). She still felt all those eyes on her, but at least they seemed to be looks of curiosity rather than mortal terror… mostly. There were still a few who leapt away, with one even clinging to a ceiling fixture. On the whole, though, not as bad as she had feared. Finally, Jane turned and stepped into a room, rather than a hallway.
It was a modest room, a little smaller than Ophilia's last bedroom, but certainly comfortable enough. Carpeted, too, which she knew she'd appreciate at night. The bed was too small for her, not that she had been intending on using it. And on it were her two unopened suitcases, the rope that had been tied to her harness, and…
"Delilah, Franklin, and Janet Lapis! Just what do you think you're doing?!" Jane shouted at the trio sprawled on the bed, clad only in underwear. One of the girls tried to hide behind the other. Ophilia noticed her own jaws hanging open in surprise and quickly closed them. Jane had warned her that some of her siblings were… less than subtle, but this was beyond what she'd expected.
Franklin rolled his eyes. "We're trying to be familiar for our guest in a strange and unknown new place, duh." Next to him, the braver sister added, "you said we could, remember?"
Ophilia gave her best bewildered look to Jane, who glowered at her siblings. "That was for after she- ugh, fine!" Arms crossed and foot rapidly tapping, she turned to address Ophilia. "They want to be eaten. This ain't a trap or nothing, they're just weird; feel free to toss 'em out of here if you don't wanna indulge 'em - hell, I would've done it myself if I knew they were here."
Thoroughly confused, Ophilia stared back and forth between Jane and the three underwear-clad bunnies. "They- I- wait, what do you mean if I don't want to-?"
Jane shot her siblings a flat look. "Toldja it was an outdated stereotype. Go find a fox or something - I know you're already banned from that wolf bar."
Ophilia noticed she'd tightened into a coil without thinking. She tried to force herself to relax from the tonal whiplash, and asked again, "no, I mean… it seems beyond bad manners to kill my landlords' family, to understate things. Also, probably illegal?"
Jane scoffed. "Do I look like a cop?" As though remembering she wasn't just talking to her family, the bunny froze and tried to rephrase, "that is… look, we bunnies tend to have big families. Even if nobody gets outright murdered, we've probably got a half-dozen-odd cousins kick the bucket every month or so, and that's not even counting up or down a generation. People die, we keep moving. Especially if they wanted to go."
"Like Uncle Saul, who kept free-diving for as long as possible. 'Til he didn't come back up." Franklin chipped in. He hopped off the bed and shot Ophilia a smile as he passed her out the door. "Anyway, come find me if you change your mind, or just wanna save me for later. You seem nice."
Soon after, a loud crash echoed down the hall, followed by a woman shouting Jane's name. The bunny in question pinched the bridge of her snout and sighed. "Ugh. I'll have to show you around more later. Just real quick, if you do eat 'em, do the rest of us a favor and wait for 'em to stop moving before you slither out, okay? And if you don't, I promise we'll all understand if they need a shove out." With that, she left the bewildered snake alone with Delilah and Janet.
Ophilia stared at the closed door, then turned to the two bunnies. The ears on both of them drooped, and the shy one was actually the first to speak. "Sorry we came on a bit hard, miss Ophilia," she said, "Janet and I don't get many excuses to visit the more predator-heavy parts of the city, so… we were a little excited that an actual snake was coming to live here."
Janet pointed at a small pile of clothes in the corner, and smiled sheepishly. "I told her not to expect much, but when we saw how big you were in the front hall… well, I got my hopes up, myself."
"Weren't your brothers just in here to drop off my luggage?" Ophilia asked, then immediately questioned herself, "wait, why is that the biggest issue I have here?"
"Cousins, actually, and it's nothing they haven't seen before. Stay here long enough, and you'll see laundry day surprise everyone. They basically just called us fools and left."
"Taking it light because they didn't think anything would happen?"
"Nah, we just don't get along." Janet cracks a wry smile. "Honestly, when I get eaten, I hope my spirit sticks around long enough to see if he'll actually congratulate me on fulfilling my dream, or if he'll still say it was a stupid dream in the first place."
Ophilia looked again between the door and the scantily-clad bunnies. "Huh, you guys really were serious about not getting in trouble for eating you…"
"Yeah. Just 'cuz we actually want to go out that way, though, I wouldn't go after Nate if I were you." Janet's ears flicked upright and at attention. "But wait, is this leading into something?"
In response, Ophilia hooked her tail into her harness to take it off, and let her body swell and shrink with a nice, big breath. "Maybe. I don't want the others to be scared of me, but… if it helps you out, and takes care of my meals for a bit…"
The grin on Janet's face stretched remarkably wide on such a comparatively small head. She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and gently shook her. "Y'hear that, Delilah? We get to be part of the food chain, like in the old stories!"
If not for her dark scales, Ophilia would have blanched at that thought. "N-no, just you, for now. Even if you say they'd be fine with it, I just got here; I don't want to push it."
Janet let go of Delilah, who flopped back on the bed before propping her head up on her arm. "In that case, d'you want me to tell the folks that we talked you into it? For a bit of extra convincing?"
Ophilia brought the tip of her tail to her snout, a smile on her face but still in thought. "Would you do that for me?"
She got a giggle in reply. "Franklin wasn't just being polite, he was right: you are a nice person. And of course - especially if it means I'll wind up on your menu later!"
"Thank you. Um, now then…" She slithered up to the bed, looming over Janet. "Those are polyester, right? Could you take them off? I don't think my stomach would agree with it." In a flash, the bunny sat, bare, before her. Once again, Ophilia felt her heart race from nerves, even though it wasn't fear the bunnies around her were looking at her with. "Okay. S-sorry if this hurts; I've never done this with anyone alive."
Janet nodded and Delilah scooted a bit away - still paying rapt attention, but out of the way. Ophilia leaned in, opened her jaws, and clamped them down around Janet's shoulder and chest. Almost automatically, she drew back and twirled, surrounding grey and white fur with lengths of black scales. Janet shuddered in her grip, and Ophilia pulled back, but with another smile and a nod, the snake readied herself for the main event.
The bunny's ears folded back easily at her lips, laying flat against her head. Soft fur slid over her forked tongue, the taste remniscent of a grassy field on a warm day. Ophilia licked under Janet's muzzle, then muffled her resulting giggle with a gulp. Feeling her neck stretch and separate her scales was a rare, but satisfying feeling, and with Janet's head giving her a preview, Ophilia salivated further at the promise of shoulders and hips. One loop of her body twists and releases, just in time for her mouth to stretch over the bunny's shoulders. She half-expected a change in taste, for the worse, but since her meal had slipped off her top, it was just soft, tasty fur getting wetted down between her jaws. She felt the bunny's chest expand slowly, in sharp contrast to her quick-beating heart, and quietly wondered how her own nerves were doing - well enough to keep eating, for sure.
Another swallow, and her snout hid Janet's fluffy tail from her view, just as her own coil had prior. Regardless, her throat pulled the excited bunny deeper, and though she couldn't see the tail, she could feel it against her lips. And she was right: the wonderful stretch of a nice, big meal got better with more of the bunny inside. If she could, Ophilia wouldn't mind staying like this for a few more minutes; her body, however, had other plans, and the rippling waves of unconscious muscle dragged Janet's hips and rear inside.
The snake pivoted and pointed her head up, pressing her prey's furry feet against the ceiling. It wasn't a nice gravity-assisted swallow, but the pressure still helped her get Janet down faster. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Deliliah on her knees, straddling a pillow and staring right at her - or perhaps at her bulging neck. With a few more gulps, Ophilia finally managed to close her jaws around Janet's paws; from there, it just took a strong swallow or two to be able to lower her head back down. Delilah was still looking right at her, with a heavy blush.
As the snake and bunny looked at each other, Ophilia felt the lump in her neck descend lower and further, until coming to a slow stop in her stomach. Delilah was the first to speak, reaching out with a paw. "Can I… may I feel her?"
Black scales coiled around each other, hiding her prey from sight. "I don't think so. Not yet, at any rate. Would you mind leaving me- leaving us alone for a little?" To her relief, Delilah nodded and left the room, though her sing-song bragging about what her sister "got" to do was still audible for most of a minute after.
Ophilia slithered further from the door and nudged open a suitcase, then turned to the thick, bunny-sized lump in her belly. "Are you- I mean, you're not going to be okay, but was that what you thought it would be like?" Silence stretched for several seconds, and her head drooped with her mood, then she felt Janet move. Only a muffled "mm-hm" made it through the layers of scale and muscle, but it was enough to relax the predator, who went back to unpacking. "I'm glad to hear that. I've never - the others I've eaten had stopped breathing before I so much as touched them. Just… big pieces of meat, sorta. I don't know how I'll react when you- when my body treats you just like that. I guess, it was nice to meet you Janet, and goodbye?"
Muffled laughter answered her. Then, for the remainder of the hour, the only sounds in the room were the gurgle of a snake's stomach working on a large meal and idle conversation filtering through the door. It was a strange welcome, to be sure, but somehow Ophilia felt her new life would turn out just fine.
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thehandwixard · 7 days
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um . could u give me the rain code pitch . i am still cursed with the dream specter and think i might need to play it to exorcise this
hi. so. this is going to be pretty long and slightly stream of consciousness, because i am always much worse about giving concise pitches than i think. i am also clicking my heels together in joy. its going to be very obvious that i love this game a lot... like. elevator pitch, i would give the game a solid, respectable 6/10 if ranking it purely in gameplay feel, overall execution, and the like. maybe edging closer to a 7 with its updates to performance since launch.
However, what is clear about raincode is that it as a 6 year long labor of love, and this endears me to it in the way that energy endears me to trigger happy havoc despite its flaws, its clunkiness, and its relative shortness. I would give it an easy 9/10 for the heights it strives for and the effort that went into the making of the world, the emotional resonance of the main characters, the story, the aesthetic. the psychic effects it has had on me, finally, cannot be measured. i need to find articles about gay bathouse culture for this game. thats not even a queer theme i think kodaka intentionally put in this game and trust me he puts stuff in intentionally, thats just one i keep thinking about. thats the headspace the game puts me in.
now,
THE (master detective archives/enigma archives) RAINCODE PITCH.
The danganronpa games, you know them. Kazutaka Kodaka, the writer of the games, you may or may not know that guy. I like his writing a lot since i got deeply into danganronpa in 2020. this is one of the only games i have preordered in years. He made a new game that's a 3-d mystery-adventure game. The soundtrack designer and character designer from those games are also here, and spitting. 
Raincode is a mystery-adventure game set in a unique world with what are described as “psycho-noir” aesthetics, referencing the heightened fantasy of the setting’s visuals compared to the (already electric) DR.
You play as Yuma Kokohead, an amnesiac trainee detective sent (along with several other, far higher ranking detectives) to the autonomous zone ‘Kanai Ward’ to investigate its never ending rain, its complete isolation, and the corporation that controls it: Amaterasu Corporation, its faction of ‘peacekeepers’, and its systematic refusal to let investigations be done inside or out.
The bulk of the game IS this detective work, even when you’re not working on a case. The city has several districts (with very clear class associations) that you are free to walk around in, and it uses cyberpunk aesthetics in a way that’s very pleasing to me. Kinda think splatsville but neon, its that design of.. an area thats still maybe a little too polished for a city but it has a genuine eye to how a city actually tends to look and the ways people use it and exist in it. there are quite a few incidental npcs, and i think they work well to make the city feel alive. One of my favorite aspects of the game is the goal to present a multinational setting, with stuff like signage in latin alphabets, cyrillic, kanji, and the character’s names.
I could go on about the design for a while and i have more notes about it later just. The World Is Really Cool. you know what the master detectives are? Theyre detectives sanctioned by the World Detective organization, given the title of master because of their innate psychic abilities that have been honed into forensic and investigative tools. The reason the trainee detective Yuma is an amnesiac is probably because he made a pact with a death god that links them “body and soul”, for purposes he can no longer remember and she is unable or unwilling to tell him. This pact, however, gives him his own edge in investigating. Obviously the game is centered around solving murders, though in a less personal way than in DR. Also like and unlike DR, the way you are guided into solving these murders is through a series of minigames (in a pocket dimension that is the mystery given form (called a mystery labyrinth where the psychedelic design starts to come out crazy hard)) which are. The minigames are fine, i do generally enjoy the non-stop debates from danganronpa more, but theyre well-designed and fun. The mysteries themselves are Bangers, i made it a goal for myself to at least try to solve all of the main ones by myself to test if they were good mysteries where u were given all possible information to piece together, and i never felt cheated when i didnt get it exactly right. Again, it misses some of the intense personal connection you get with some of the murders in dr with it not happening in a closed cast, but i think that the story of them is done very well. Smiles. 
And coming back to yuma, thats the other thing about this game. Danganronpa dealt heavily with exploring themes of student burnout, critiquing the justice system in specific areas like trial and (capital) punishment, etc with its characters, and where Raincode really shines in similar areas, but a little to the left. 
If danganronpa was essentially about teenagers who really didn't have much to gain from the system but useless power over other teenagers and the costs of punishing deviance from norms, raincode is grappling with power structures where adults do have a lot to gain from upholding them, especially through the politics of information. Misinformation, hiding information, even the collection and use of info. Like DR, it also has a lot of very interesting things to say about ‘giftedness’ and the way it can alienate people, though again with a strong eye in considering people without these gifts, and/or people who do not have “average” abilities and how they have to navigate this world. 
The themes are strong. I would argue the game is also edging into being about being disabled and the guilt of burdening or even just interacting others with characters like Yuma, Fubuki, and Pucci. Its really highly interesting and, thankfully Kodaka’s bottom-line touch is one of understanding. The duality of being othered by ability and othered by disability.
I think one of the things i like most about Raincode is its unflinching way it depicts the ebb and flow of our protagonists', Yuma and Shinigami’s, morals, goals, and convictions. It has a lot to say about what depending on other people means, the good and the bad of it, the ways you can be taken advantage of, and all of yuma’s relationships with the other characters showcase this heavily– how he feels about himself in relationship to them, what he wants them to feel about him, how they support him or use him. Its a game where, very plainly, you do not have all the information and are playing against sharks who will take every chance they get to puppet you around. 
and what helps, obviously, is that yuma and shinigami are delightful protagonists to follow. their dynamic is written with a lot of care and nuance and is also just. really funny.
I clear my throat. Addendum. Some things to note, about this game. We have some one piece type shit in here. What i mean by that is I respect komatsuzaki as a character designer but he makes a lot of weird choices in character design that i am unable to really understand the reason for at times. Kodaka is not getting off the hook for the writing of the characters of color, but its unclear how much.. Direct correlation kodaka’s writing and the designs have. Wont get too much into it.
The other thing i mean by that is. Transmisogyny but i put a huge “EXCEPT-” sign up. One of the best chapters of the game centers the transmisogynistic plot device of two male characters having to disguise themselves as girls to investigate a murder in a girl’s school. I am not a trans woman, but what i will say in my perspective being familiar with this trope in even recent stuff like mob psycho is that like. The characters generally can and will say edgy, really rude shit but i personally feel the game takes the stance that theres nothing wrong with crossdressing, yknow? And also the pervert character is explicitly trans-positive. That helps. Its a thing that looks bad head on and makes the pitch kind of hard because obviously its not something one expects to be any better than it looks.
Also the game is almost fully voice acted with only some incidental interaction dialogue not being voiced. The english voice actors do a fantastic job, and from what i understand many of the japanese voice actors have a lot of love for the game too (i can't speak on their performances lol)
(also theres a lot of extra material for the game in the form of dlc stories and collectable story interactions in the main game. these are difficult to know the correct time to experience them and are a bit clunky in that way but are very worth looking up when the time is right)
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shiningwonderland · 10 months
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Masato Hijirikawa (Repeat)
Translator: Boo (twitter: masatoswife) Proofreader: Rei (twitter: wolfe_raine) Editors: Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl), Terry (twitter: turtlemudge)
September — Unexpectedly Exalte
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It’s September. Today is the day the entire school will gather to participate in a physical exam.
Masato Hijirikawa: Then, where should we start…?
Haruka Nanami: Right….
In a physical exam, first we hand in our medical records and have our measurements taken at various points within the school.
Then, when all measurements have been done, it ends with a doctor inquiry.
It would be best to avoid crowds and get around all of the measurement points as efficiently as possible, but….
It seems we’ve failed to get a head start, as it’s already crowded everywhere we go….
Haruka Nanami: I’m sure the X-rays and ECGs are very busy.
Masato Hijirikawa: You’re right. There seems to be a good turnover rate near height and weight measuring, so let’s head there first.
Haruka Nanami: Sounds good. Then, hmm....
Select the phrase!
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Start from sitting height measuring. (+0 Love +15 Music)
Ryuya Hyuga: Ah, there you are. Well then, you two, chair squat in place. You can stop after three minutes.
Masato Hijirikawa: Chair squat...?
Ryuya Hyuga: It’s been written down for you. If you don’t match the position exactly as drawn, I can’t get an accurate reading. Keep in mind we’ll have to keep doing it over again if you do it wrong.
Masato Hijirikawa: Why do we have to go through the trouble of doing this instead of using an actual chair?
Ryuya Hyuga: I’m measuring the strength of your abs at the same time. If you’re aiming to become a singer, abdominal muscles are essential.
Masato Hijirikawa: I see….
Then, we measure our sitting height by chair squatting.
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Masato Hijirikawa: We measure our heart rates here, right...? However, the chart says ‘heart power….’ Why would they label it like that?
Ren Jinguji: What, you don’t know? It’s labeled just fine.
Haruka Nanami:Jinguji-san!!
T-that startled me. He appeared so suddenly.
Masato Hijirikawa: ... Unfortunately, we only just arrived.
Haruka Nanami:Ah, good morning.
I greet Jinguji-san with a slight bow, whereupon….
Ren Jinguji: Oh? You're with him, Lady? You look cute today, as always~
All of a sudden, he reaches his hand around my shoulder and kisses my cheek.
Haruka Nanami: ...!!! U-u-um, u-um, erm….
Masato Hijirikawa: Jinguji, aren’t your pranks getting a little excessive!?
When I freeze up in surprise, Hijirikawa-sama jerks my arm back and pulls me away from Jinguji-san.
Ren Jinguji: Now, now, aren’t you getting awfully fiery? It was just a greeting, right?
Masato Hijirikawa: If you just wanted to greet her, bowing would have been sufficient.
Ren Jinguji: That leaves me rather unsatisfied. The lady intrigues me.
Ah, right…. Hear me out, let’s settle it like this. The one who wins the heart power measurement takes the lady. How’s that sound?
Masato Hijirikawa: I accept the match. You won’t back down until I accept anyway. However, I cannot put her at stake.
Ren Jinguji: Scared of losing? How faint-hearted.
Masato Hijirikawa: It is nothing like that. She is irrelevant to our match.
Besides, she is her own person. She does not belong to anyone.
Ren Jinguji: Alright then. However, the heart power we measure here isn't our heart rate.
Here we measure the idol power in your heart, to see how much of a threat you as an idol will pose to other active idols in the future.
Lady’s future should look brighter if she pairs up with the person with more idol power. Right, Lady? Don’t you agree?
Select the phrase!
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I disagree. (+30 Love +0 Music)
Haruka Nanami: I’m the one who decides my future. It’s not about who is better.
Besides, no matter how high the idol power, I don’t think I can write good songs unless I’m with someone who wants to work hard together.
That’s why I want to aim for a debut together with Masato-kun, just like I am now.
Masato Hijirikawa: You’re making a good point there. Compatibility is important, after all. I do not want to pair up with anyone other than you, either.
Hijirikawa-sama…. I'm really happy you said that. Thank you!!
Ren Jinguji: If Lady has that much to say about it I shouldn't fight it. I guess I’ll give in here.
Then, the two of them move forward to some CT scan-like machines.
Beeeep.
They lie down and enter the tunnel-like machine.
Can someone’s ‘idol power’ really be measured with such a machine…?
But right as I’m thinking that, several parameters for things like popularity, singing skill, and presence start moving on the screen on the outside of the machine.
The results are…
Masato Hijirikawa: 85 points. Just a little more. Cure your shyness.
Ren Jinguji: 85 points. Just a few more steps. Your overconfidence will be fatal.
… I wonder why it’s in the style of an elementary school report card.
Either way, their idol power is equal.
They’ve received the appraisal of a very promising future.
Masato Hijirikawa: There’s no way, a tie…? Not to mention, is this diagnosis even correct? I’m not a shy person!
Ren Jinguji: Overconfidence…? That can't be right. Besides, despite the score, I’m not convinced I’m equal to Hijirikawa. Isn’t the machine just broken?
Haruka Nanami: I wonder too. Is this something you can measure with a machine in the first place?
Masato & Ren: You think so too? Lady thinks so too?
They ask simultaneously.
Masato & Ren: Hey, don’t copy me! Hey, don't copy me!
They glare at each other with sullen faces.
Even the timing of their glares is exactly the same.
Haruka Nanami: Hehe. You two have the same timing. So you get along great, after all.
Masato & Ren: That’s not true. YOU’RE WRONG!
Ah, the same timing again.
Haruka Nanami: You really get along~ That’s why your scores are so high, and also why you tied.
Select the phrase!
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You’d be strong as a unit. (+10 Love +5 Music)
Ren Jinguji: I’d have to decline. With someone like him...?
Masato Hijirikawa: I’m reluctant about that idea as well.
Haruka Nanami: Really...? I thought it was a good idea, but….
Masato Hijirikawa: You have to be kidding. Pairing up with a dog would be less objectionable.
Ren Jinguji: I also detest the idea. Your gloomy mood is contagious. It would be way preferable to pair with a cat.
Their dispute continues for a while after that. A unit with these two would be difficult. However, I’d like to see it someday.
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Since they would have continued to argue on and on just being in the same room, I’ve separated them successfully and come to the principal's office together with Hijirikawa-sama.
Hijirikawa-sama never seems to hold himself back from clashing with Jinguji-san and telling him what he really thinks. All in all, they really are close, huh~
By the way, the reason we came to the principal’s office for the physical exam is because…
Shining Saotome: The doctor of this school is ME!
… we’re doing the interview in this room.
Surprisingly, the principal even holds a medical license…. Amazing…. I admire him!
Shining Saotome: GLINT!!! Hmmm! I see! There’s NOTHING!
Haruka Nanami: Phew.
I’m glad....
Shining Saotome: Next is Mr. Hijirikawa’s turn! Let’s diagnose youuu. SAOTOME EYE, ENLIGHTEN US! Mhm! I’ve seen it!
Of course! Your bones are frail! That’s why, from now on, you’ll have milk with all three meals every daaay!
As soon as the principal tells him that, the color in Hijirikawa-sama's face changes.
Masato Hijirikawa: Um…. I assume I cannot eat dried sardines instead?
Shining Saotome: No, no, no, no! Please ask the milk for advice!
Masato Hijirikawa: ... Ask the milk for… advice...? But how am I supposed to….
Shining Saotome: It’s a JOKE! It’s no no no no no good to take everything so literally!
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Masato Hijirikawa: Haaah….
Haruka Nanami: Um…. Masato-kun, by any chance, do you dislike milk?
Masato Hijirikawa: Kgh. N-no such thing! Men shouldn’t be picky about their food.
Haruka Nanami: But…. You seem kind of bitter about it.
Masato Hijirikawa: … It’s not that I won’t drink it. I’m just… not that fond of it. So, having to drink it every day….
Hijirikawa-sama frowns in disgust.
Haruka Nanami: Do you dislike it even warm?
Masato Hijirikawa: It’s not that I dislike it, but…. When I was a child, I had to drink it tepid….
I haven’t been very fond of it since. I might prefer it cold, however.
Haruka Nanami: Perhaps you dislike it because you’ve had to drink it by itself…. Um, why don’t we go to the school store?
Masato Hijirikawa: The school store…? Ah, right, there might be something good over there!
Haruka Nanami: Exactly! We might be able to work something out there.
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Haruka Nanami: As for milk, I think melon bread pairs well with it. It’s my favorite!
I purchase the school store’s most popular product: ‘Saotomelon Bread,’ and hand it to Hijirikawa-sama.
Haruka Nanami: This bread is so popular, it will probably sell out soon. Come to think of it, it was even sold out when we came here before.
It seems the principal bakes them himself, so on top of them being made on an irregular basis, there’s only a limited quantity, which is why it’s not that easy to get your hands on them.
Masato Hijirikawa: The bread is that valuable…? Then, I’ll gratefully accept this from you.
Then, as soon as he takes a bite of the melon bread together with a sip of milk, Hijirikawa-sama’s expression changes.
Masato Hijirikawa: … Delicious!! To think the principal made this…!
Haruka Nanami:They complement each other, right!? The melon bread here is pure perfection, especially when you eat it with milk.
The following three weeks, Hijirikawa-sama continues to eat melon bread with milk.
Then….
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It’s around the end of September, someday after school.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Waaah~ Maa-kun, you look too handsome~~! You’ve grown taller these past few weeks, haven’t you?
Masato Hijirikawa: I have. When I measured again the other day, I was one-eighty-one centimeters.
He really is. Since he started drinking milk every day, he’s grown taller in the blink of an eye, and his beauty seems to be getting more polished as well.
Ringo Tsukimiya: Is milk the secret to beauty? Or perhaps it’s the Saotomelon Bread….
Those few words from Tsukimiya-sensei are the start of an unbelievable occurrence.... Looking back, I would have never even dreamed of it happening.
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Saotomelon Bread might be the secret to beauty.
It seems like Hijirikawa-sama had informed Jii-san about it, for some reason.
Because of this, Jii-san thinks there must be some sort of serious secret hidden inside Saotomelon Bread….
He said, ‘I have to verify everything that goes into Young Master’s mouth,’ and that’s where the investigation started.
With all of Hijirikawa Group’s forces, they began patrolling the school store in an attempt to buy all the melon bread.
If that were all, it might have ended up being just a trivial disturbance.
But instead, George—the butler of the Jinguji family that has a rivalry with the Hijirikawa family—had his eye on the melon bread, too.
The rumor that Saotomelon Bread supposedly makes you more beautiful spread around the school, and it seems Jinguji-san’s butler had taken note of it as well.
And this was only the beginning of the Saotome Academy school store war, which later grew into a global dispute.
At first, it was only a minor quarrel.
The butlers of both families simply ran to the store to buy up the melon bread.
But… perhaps since they are rivals, their sense of competition is immense….
Two camps have assembled in front of the school store in no time, and at the cue of 12 o’clock, both parties will head straight for the melon bread.
Jii: How about giving up, GEOOORGE!?
George: Likewise, why not just turn tail at once!?
With both sides keeping each other in check, a fierce battle unfolds.
The number of people involved in the battle increases one person after another, and they’re even starting to deploy weapons.
Masato Hijirikawa: This needs to stop. They may be using airguns, but people will get injured at this rate.
Jii: FIRE, FIREEE! We cannot lose to the Jingujis’ mysterious foreign influences!
George: Foreign influences? Me? What are you even saying!? Your senility is showing, Jii-san!
It seems that Jii-san and the Jinguji family butler are in charge of this dispute.
Jii: MY SENILITY, YOU SAY!? I still have an active duty I work for vigorously!!
Masato Hijirikawa: Jii… don’t you think it’s about time we sto—
Jii: HM! 12 o’clock! Everyone, it’s the decisive battle! GOOO~~~!!!
Subordinates: HAAAAAARGH!!!
Masato Hijirikawa: Hey, listen to��listen to me!! For goodness’ sake.... W-wha!! ARGH!!
Haruka Nanami:M-Masato-kun!!!
Hijirikawa-sama gets swallowed up in the military forces and is swept away by the wave of people.
Haruka Nanami: I-I wish I could save you, but…. Helping you out of that crowd…. There’s no way that’s possible….
Ahhh…. Hijirikawa-sama, please be safe….
From that point, the battle quickly became more and more violent.
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Masato Hijirikawa: ... I saw the Sanzu river.... It’s going to be disastrous if I don’t undertake any action....
When Hijirikawa-sama returns, he looks ragged and disheartened.
Haruka Nanami: Ehm…. Is there really nothing we can do to stop them?
Jii-san…. He’s so absorbed in the fight with George that he’s probably forgotten his original objective.
Masato Hijirikawa: As much as I wish to… once Jii is like this, it becomes difficult even for me to stop him.
Having said that, consulting my father about this would be.... ... I must take care of this with my own orders....
Haruka Nanami: What can we do to convince Jii-san?
Ren Jinguji: The answer to that is clear. A sweeping victory! That’s the only way.
Masato Hijirikawa: Jinguji…. It's noisy once again....
Ren Jinguji: At first, I also thought I’d let George do his own thing. But having come this far, I have no choice but to step up as a general!
From here on, it’s serious! Even if I have to use all our military forces, I’ll triumph over this battle and let the world know the power of the Jinguji family surpasses that of the Hijirikawas!
And naturally you can just sit there on the sidelines and fill your eyes with the sight of me taking this brilliant victory!
Saying just that, Jinguji-san turns his back on us and leaves.
Masato Hijirikawa: Sigh…. I guess we can’t afford the wait-and-see attitude any longer…. If Jinguji is stepping up, I’ll have no choice but to do the same.
Because no matter how much I am against doing so, in the end, I am the heir of the family. Even though I intended to come to this school because I hated the pressure of being a Hijirikawa and having to live a predetermined life….
Wherever I go, I just cannot seem to escape the curse of the Hijirikawa family.
Saying that, Hijirikawa-sama gives a wry, self-deprecating smile.
Masato Hijirikawa: For the time being, don’t come near me.
Haruka Nanami: Eh…?
Masato Hijirikawa: The most efficient way to fight is by taking out the leader first.
From here on, I will be targeted by Jinguji’s camp constantly. If you stay by my side, you would also be at risk.
Select the phrase!
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That makes me want to stay by your side all the more…. (+20 Love +0 Music)
Haruka Nanami: Please let me stay beside you….
Masato Hijirikawa: Don’t fret over it. I know I can do this. I’ll be sure to bring this rampage to an end.
Haruka Nanami: But….
Masato Hijirikawa: I wonder why…. When I look at you, a strange feeling boils up inside me..
I felt the same way when I listened to the song you wrote. Could it be fate…?
It feels like I was born for our encounter to occur… like I was born for the sake of protecting you.
To suit my own convenience, I don’t want someone that precious to me to be exposed to danger. Could you please understand?
I don't really have anything to say to that.
I’m sure that even if I stayed by his side, I would just be useless.
So in order not to get in the way, it’d probably be better for me to stay away....
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And so, a full-fledged war between the Hijirikawas and the Jingujis is set in motion.
The battle continues to intensify as both conglomerates gather as many military forces as they can at the academy.
If the equilibrium crumbles even the slightest amount…
…the situation might evolve into a global war.
That’s how big of a problem it has become.
Then, once the production of Saotomelon Bread fails to keep up with its demand, the amount of acquired melon bread is more or less equal for either party.
Whoever has the most melon bread by the time manufacturing ends, wins this battle. This has become the unwritten rule.
And it ended just a moment ago. There is only one piece left. Whoever manages to get their hands on it, claims victory….
No matter which side it is passed to, the winner will finally be known. … Although, I feel that this is a different kind of fight.
I’ve gone to the principal himself, told him I know how to stop this fight, and received the final piece of melon bread.
Haruka Nanami: This… this is the very last S-Saotomelon Bread.... Please, stop the fight!!
Right as I enter the space between the two opposing camps, I cry it out in the midst of the battle.
Everyone is looking at me. W-what do I do? I came in with so much vigor, but now…. What in the world do I do now…?
Masato Hijirikawa: Haru…! Didn’t I tell you not to come here…?
Ren Jinguji: Lady…. It’s dangerous here. It’s not the type of place for a girl like you.
Hijirikawa-sama rushes over to me, followed by Jinguji-san.
Haaah. Thank you….
Jii: Y-Young Master!? HEY, CEASE FIRE!
George: Tch! Everyone here, stop shooting as well!
Haruka Nanami: T-this is getting bad. Masato-kun, Jinguji-san, I beg of you! Please stop the fight!!
Masato Hijirikawa: Certainly, this battle is just foolish. But having come this far, I cannot admit defeat. Won’t you hand it over to me?
Ren Jinguji: Heh. If you want it to end, I will end it in victory. Now, Lady, give it to me.
Haruka Nanami: ...Then, halves! Let’s halve it!! Like this, it’ll be even!
Ren Jinguji: Halves, she says….
Masato Hijirikawa: Haru, this isn't just a children's fight.
Hijirikawa-sama kindly tries to reason with me. But, if not a children's fight, then what in the world is this situation here?
Haruka Nanami: But…. I-it’s pretty much the same! Things have gotten this heated just because of some bread….
There’s a limit to immaturity. Even I know that. How did something like this happen?
When I let out my plea, Hijirikawa-sama looks a little surprised and then bursts out into laughter.
Masato Hijirikawa: Heh, hahaha!! You’re right. It is indeed childish.
Ren Jinguji: Thinking it over, I guess the lady has a point. In fact, I’m pretty sure George and everyone else already knew that much. It was nothing more than a charade.
Masato Hijirikawa: Jii, we should stop here as well. This fight is over.
Ren Jinguji: That’s right. This time, let’s call it a draw out of respect for the lady’s courage.
After Jinguji-san tells George-san this, the army of the Jinguji family withdraws.
Masato Hijirikawa: Our camp is disbanded as well. Everyone will return to their regular duties.
Hijirikawa-sama issues instructions to the Hijirikawa army as well.
The crowd of people leaves the store and, at last, we're left with just the three of us.
Haruka Nanami: ... Somehow, the butlers backed down easily, didn’t they?
As I say that…
Ren Jinguji: I wouldn't say 'easily.' It's thanks to me taking command that this pointless war was brought to an end, which took a lot of work from the inside.
… Jinguji-san wears a triumphant smile.
Masato Hijirikawa: That's because the only way we could put a stop to something like this was to convince them by stepping in and taking command.
It is more about finally having helped everyone realize just how pointless this fight was.
… So that's why you two were taking command…? Amazing…. They took many things into consideration.
Masato Hijirikawa: Although, in the end your words were the most effective. It seems everyone has come to their senses from the childish quarrel. I'm in your debt.
Haruka Nanami:I don't need anything…. I just don’t want you two to fight is all.
Ren Jinguji: Heh, no need to be humble. Your words had a real kick to them. But besides that….
Saying that, Jinguji-san shoots a glance at Hijirikawa-sama.
Ren Jinguji: I was tricked by your acting back there. But since I had a similar idea, I was quick to realize your intentions.
Masato Hijirikawa: I honestly thought you wouldn’t notice, but I'm glad you did at that moment.
Although, if you hadn't, you would have joined in by habit either way. You have a tendency to get carried away in things after all. It's because of your simple-mindedness.
Ren Jinguji: Tsk! Your plan is what's simple-minded. Either way, I guess all's well that ends well.
Hehe~ Regardless of what they say, they really do seem like a good duo.
Ren Jinguji: Well then, now that there's no one left to disturb us here…. Lady, why don't you let me eat that melon bread out of your hand?
Haruka Nanami: Out of… my hand…?
Ren Jinguji: Yeah, like 'say ahh'. Knowing you were being kept under a watchful eye, I withdrew the army. I can have that much of a reward, can't I?
Haruka Nanami: ... W-well, sure…. Say ahh~
I tear the melon bread in half and hold it out to Jinguji-san's lips.
Ren Jinguji: Let’s dig in. Chomp.
Opening up, Jinguji-san took the bread into his mouth and then kissed my finger.
Haruka Nanami: ...!!!
Masato Hijirikawa: Wha—! Just what do you think you're doing!?
Ren Jinguji: What I'm doing? I was just eating some bread…. But I think I might just want a better taste of the lady.
Saying that, Jinguji-san gazes right into my eyes while tracing the side of my index finger with his tongue.
Haruka Nanami: Eek!
Taken by surprise, I feel shivers going down my spine while my body temperature rises so much, I can tell even my ears are bright red.
Masato Hijirikawa: Let go of her hand!
Hijirikawa-sama looks daggers at Jinguji-san.
Ren Jinguji: I will not. It’s up to the lady, isn't it?
Once again, there's a dangerous atmosphere.
Haruka Nanami: U-um…! Please stop fightiiing!!!
I cry out with the loudest voice I could manage. Thereupon, the principal appears out of nowhere.
Shining Saotome: HAHAHA~ That's enough for the two of you! Aaand here's the bill for the riot just now!
He says while giving them a piece of paper.
Ren Jinguji: Eh…. Come on now, you're lying, right…?
Masato Hijirikawa: T-this is….
Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama turn pale at the same time.
Shining Saotome: HAHAHA~ I’m glad the fight ended in a failed attempt. If even one shot had hit, the total would have been multiplied by a hundreeed!
And from that moment, there haven't been any wars between the two families at the academy again.
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After that, there were no more people to buy up all the Saotomelon Bread, so I too could go back to buying melon bread like usual.
Kuppuru: Meow, meooow.
Haruka Nanami: Just a moment, I'll give you some!
I tear a little piece off the bread and give it to Kuppuru.
Ever since I helped him on that rainy day, Kuppuru often comes to play in my room.
Haruka Nanami: You really enjoy melon bread, don't you?
I've tried giving him many things since he started coming here.
I first gave him cat food, but he refused to eat it, and then seemed curious about the sweet buns I'd bought as a late-night snack.
Among them, he seemed to love this Saotomelon Bread the most, so I give him some every time I get my hands on it.
Haruka Nanami: Hehe~ Do you like it? I’m glad I was able to buy some.
Kuppuru meows happily in reply.
For a while, I was worried about how things would turn out today. But, after all....
Select the phrase!
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Hijirikawa-sama. (+20 Love +0 Music)
Even when Jii-san goes out of control, he deals with it calmly….
This case probably would have been settled even if I hadn't interfered.
The heir to the Hijirikawa Group…. I now truly understand the meaning behind those words.
Bringing together that many people, that much power, and managing them so that no one will be unhappy.
It must be terribly difficult.
There were already an amazing number of people present today, but the business holds many, many more employees than that.
Someone who carries the burden of his destiny: to rule over all those people. Hijirikawa-sama's earnestness and strong sense of responsibility must stem from having that kind of family background.
Yet that same person was willing to leave behind that home to follow his ambition of becoming a singer. As his partner, that puts a serious responsibility on me. I need to get a hold of myself!
Kuppuru: Meow….
Haruka Nanami: Hm...? Do you want more? I guess I must give you some then, hm?
When I give him the remaining melon bread, Kuppuru purrs happily before he bites into it.
Hijirikawa-sama and Jinguji-san…. It's not that I think their hard feelings have completely disappeared, but….
If possible, I’d like them to get along.
Mini Game
Ringo Tsukimiya: Well? Are you starting to get used to private lessons? We've been doing lessons with your assigned song for a while now, but it might be good to move on from this song already.
You’ve grown a ton~ From now on, we'll have to work on perfecting the song you've written yourself.
But, before that, let’s do a final test on the assigned piece. Make good use of the skills you've learned so far and do your best~!
All ready~? Then, let’s start!
Perfect S Rank
Masato Hijirikawa: I've grown taller and become a little more manly, haven’t I? I wish to be a man suitable for you…. Recently, I've only been able to think about those kinds of things.
Haruka Nanami:But you’re really, really cool! I'm the one who isn't suitable for someone like you….
I always think to myself, 'you've got to get yourself together.'
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fantasticbean · 2 years
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Wicked Trails I. | Dream of the endless x f/reader
Little snippet of an idea I had while I was washing my hair. Thinking of making this a series depending on how u guys like it or not. Please keep in mind that English is NOT my first language and I wrote this for fun ≧◠‿◠≦
Ps. The reader only has the eyes specified because of fanfic purposes other than that, very neutral! Also so sorry for any grammar mistakes I tried but sadly I’m very blind and my glasses can only do so much.
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Their first encounter was something out of the ordinary. Mirkwood forest, as many called it, was a place that many feared and stayed far away from, yet Dream of the Endless was looking for inspiration. Creating dreams and nightmares is not an easy task, and for such dark times as those, drastic measures are required. It was a time when the gods were often fighting for notoriety; others for sheer delight, this of which Dream disapproved.
His coat swayed above bumpy floors, his demeanor intimidating as ever, causing the creatures to tremble in fear. It seemed as every step he took time stopped, and the ruby dangling by his neck was shining in the thick fog, like a star in a cloudy night, but a very, very cold star.
The elves clutched their grip as the man stopped and turned to the sound of giggles by the tallest scariest tree in all Mirkwood. The sound seemed innocent, although it was hard to believe that anything was good in that dark, gray forest. Dream all curious, stepped towards the tree and was surprised by the silhouette of a child. Playing with what seemed a snake, that moved in the amusement of the child. After sensing the strangers presence they turned and stared at Dream, in that moment he was at a loss for words. Their eyes were a deep shade of green adorned by gold strays that were shining with mischief.
Since then, when many trembled in fear at his presence, that insolent child stood fearlessly in front of an Endless.
“Man” the child whispered and giggled in delight, stepping down the rock where they were once crunching down to play with the dangerous animal, which was moving around the child in a form of protection.
“Play?” Her eyes bright, hopeful, gripping the edge of her brown tunic.
Dream’s brows shot up at the child’s words.
“I will not waste my time with such foolish actions.” he cuffed and began his path.
He felt silly, a child such as her looking entirely innocent walking so confidently at him, her eyes filled with challenge. Not only did she smelt like trouble, her features stood up in childish mockery that made him feel uneasy.
“So no play?” a pout adorned her face, Dream stared at them as apathetic as ever, and kept walking in the fog with the whiny child behind.
“You have name?”
“You’re truly a bother” he sighed, staring ahead.
Dream stopped abruptly when the child stepped in front of him, the snake following its master. Posture firm, as if she was not used to being ignored.
“Name” she demanded, eyes defying his.
Morpheus was not known for being patient or kind to others and she was not the exception.
“Don’t annoy me you insolent chi-”
He took a step towards her with the intentions of scaring her away; yet he was cut short when the snake arched its body and hissed with venomous hate, sharp teeth threatening the unknown man.
That’s when Dream knew she wasn’t just any child, when that pet snake of hers was trying to protect her at all costs.
“I’m Y/N” she said, and waited for his answer calmly, as if an animal double her height wasn’t just towering over her small body.
“Dream.” his voice deep as the blue of his eyes, glaring at the snake that was ready to attack any second.
“Dream… pretty” pleased by his answer she smiled “This Ollie,” and petted the beast whose green was shining intensely “she’s my friend” proud of the insanely wicked animal she caught, the snake never wavered his glare.
“This is no place for a child, you must go home.”
She furrowed her eyebrows confused by his words.
“This is home.”
Dream noticed her appearance; little feet were bare and had scratch marks over her fingers; the dress was wrinkled, her hair was sticking everywhere; an orphan most likely. His gaze softened, nevertheless, something caught his eye; the scratch mark she carried on her cheek was covered in faint gold, very similar to someone he encountered a few centuries ago and was not a fan of such character.
“Tell me, child,” he didn’t get far once again when Ollie hissed, but was caught by the neck by an unhinged kid that glared wickedly.
“Bad Ollie” she nagged Ollie without care.
Dream stood and watched as the eyes of the snake almost popped off their head because of the barbarian girl.
“Y/N” you stopped and turned to him. His voice, a sweet melody that can put anyone in his path to sleep.
“Yes?”
“Care to walk with me?”
He was certain it was just pity for the girl; that’s why he did it anyway. He possibly could not let her spring free, when something awful could harm her, besides the eccentric feeling the girl emitted, he was intrigued.
Upon his request, Y/N nodded happily and grabbed his coat.
She showed him the forest like the back of her hand; the creatures that once hid were creating a path for them as they walked, her pace never faltering, and so the Endless followed like he was a visitor in her own realm.
Mirkwood is not as bad as it seems, he thought. The forest changed at her presence, beaming with life, although gray looking, orange painted the sky right beside the river.
“Will I see you again?” She asked with a hopeful glint in her eye. They had stopped by the river, where she sat on a rock and admired the water following its rhythm.
“Perhaps.” Squinting her eyes at him as if she knew when someone was lying, like if it was her nature.
“Here?”
“Unlikely” he turned, facing her wicked eyes that he found hard to believe belonged to some mortal.
They were fatal, Dream knew that, yet he did not know whose creature was responsible for such outrageous creation.
“Where then?”
“When you sleep, you are most likely to enter my realm, which is the dreaming, that is my home.”
“Dreaming? Home?” She murmured, pulling at the leaves by her feet; the cold breeze was pulling her hair in all directions, and the gray of the sky was slowly descending to a fearless night.
“Yes.”
“I see you then” she smiled, but by the time she pulled her hair back to look at him, Dream was gone.
And so the Endless wondered that night at his throne with a book in his hands—who she was —why was her aura so strong and defying— yet so gentle to her surroundings.
“Did you have a nice trip, my lord?”
Lucianne interrupted his thoughts, voice echoed between the palace walls.
He hummed in confirmation, “Encountered many magnificent beings that I even forgot existed, scary even.”
“Does that mean you got all the inspiration needed for new nightmares, or perhaps dreams?”
“Nightmares indeed,” the librarian nodded at his words waiting for any more details about his journey. “I came across an altercation with a snake, a very particular one”
Now that caught Lucianne’s attention, her all mighty king having a spat with an ordinary snake was comical in a sense— even more when he was carrying a small frown, nonetheless, Lucianne, very professional, kept a straight face. It looked like the Lord of Dreams was battling inside with the memory. Not every day something caught Morpheus unprepared— but somehow, because of that child…
“I am grateful for such dispute, I know now what I must do” slamming the book shut as he stood from his throne.
Lucianne knew that snakes were soon to be rumoring around the Dreaming after his remarks and took pity on those whose phobias were serpent related.
“Very well sir, I should leave you to it then” so the loyal librarian left the throne room holding back a laugh.
On the other side, Y/N sat calmly rubbing the wolf fur while thinking of the nice stranger that accompanied her that afternoon. A voice brought her back to reality, and in the shadows a man with blonde hair similar to his long beard, walked around the forest looking for her.
A bright idea crossed Y/N’s mind, and so she hid behind the tree waiting for him to pass. His deep voice was growing closer by the second so when the time came,
“Boo!”
The man almost dropped the torch because of the girl and looked at her in all seriousness. He thought that after years of knowing her and being a powerful deity he would learn her mischievous ways, but Y/N always mastered new techniques to torture him.
“Hell girl, you scared me to death” though he couldn’t be mad while watching those eyes of hers beaming with amusement under the moonlight, he sighed and faked a mad face trying to scold her “I told you to come back before midnight”
She giggled uncaring, knowing she got way with her plan “I knoww”
Taking in her appearance, he took a leaf off her head.
“Look at yourself all grimy and filthy. I might have to lock you up so you don’t run off again”
“You can not”
“Don’t defy me child, now let us go back to the house”,her uncle grabbed her shoulder, securing her by his side in case she ran, however growing more tired by the second Y/N nodded and started walking “You drive mad, just like your father, little Laufeyson.”
So on, Dream of Endless wondered about the mystery child, that fate would bring them together once more, however, many years have passed, and the trickster might not be on her best behavior.
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🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it?
Hiii, Sasslett! Thank you for the ask! \ o w o / I hope that the weather hasn't been too miserable where you are. TT u TT Much appreciated for the ask as always, though! ♥
Animal themed headcanon prompts
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Nomin's never really been too self-conscious about her height, in all honesty. I don't think it was necessarily a point of ridicule or contention among the Jhungid, where she would have grown to the full height she is now. Not as much as her scales, that's for sure.
All-in-all, Nomin doesn't really think about it too much past the point of Arik pointing it out in one of the chapters I have that is to be rewritten when I return to it. Excerpt from my private docs, 025. Iriq, here:
“Sour or not, maybe I should get you to gather more of these before we get back on the road,” Arik commented, chuckling as he reached over and poked Nomin’s forehead. “Shrub’s tall enough for you to pick them, no problem. That said, though…” Arik lifted a hand and placed it at the top of Nomin’s head, taking her measure. “Yeah, certainly a good couple ilms taller than most auri women I’ve seen or know. You’re not part Olkund, are you?” Arik asked, grabbing some berries that he could without too much issue. “... You know…” Nomin started, thinking about it for a moment. “Who knows what the Tumet get up to besides tying their children to trees. We could be part anything at this point with some of the intertribal marriages that happen all over the Steppe.”
And...it was never brought up again in my writing thus far. :'D She's just very 'whatever' about it.
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gamerbearmira · 2 years
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Funny thingy I wrote <3333
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"You are my son now! You may call me mama," Galandriel beamed as she squeezed Antonio, who look slightly confused, but still seemed to enjoy the way she held him.
Mirabel chuckled as she watched Galandriel fawn over Antonio. She then remembered her sister Luisa, and turned around to pull her from the back of the group, where she was standing.
"W-What are you doing?" Luisa asked, smiling nervously at her Fellowship members who were still stunned by Galandriel's behavior.
"I'm not leaving you out! You never left me out, so now it's my turn!" Mirabel stood Luisa next to her, and Galandriel looked at Luisa, than down at Mirabel, before back at Luisa.
"And who might this be? What is your name? How old are you?" Galandriel said softly, nuzzling Antonio slightly, before setting him down.
"Um, I'm Mirabel's elder sister...Luisa," Luisa scratched her nape as she shuffled her feet. "I just turned 19 not long ago."
Galandriel's eyes widened, as did her smile.
"Oh, another daughter! And you're only a little older than Mirabel, you aren't even a full 20 winters yet!" Galandriel made a beeline for Luisa.
Luisa expected the woman to simply hug or something like that. But that is not what she did, no far from it.
Somehow. Some. How. Galandriel bent down slightly, and scopped Luisa up, holding her on her hip as she held her close. Everyone (sans her husband, Celeborn, and a few of the older elves) was stunned, jaws dropping how how the Lady of Light just picked up the youngster, who was the same height, and most definitely heavier than her.
"Oh today is a good day, I have been blessed with yet another daughter!" Galandriel gushed over Luisa, who was trying to speak, but in reality was stumbling over her words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Oh, I'll have to measure you for clothes! And then we'll get you some food as well, how does that sound?" Galandriel asked as if she didn't just pick Luisa up with no problem.
Luisa seemed to finally gain her bearings, as she looked down at Galandriel with a blush on her face as she smiled a bit.
"U-Um...I am kinda hungry..." She said quietly.
"Well then, come along," Mirabel and Antonio happily followed after Galandriel, who was still carrying Luisa, her stride unbreaking and strong.
The Fellowship and most of the elves looked on in shock as she turned the corner, presumably to the next room. No one said anything for a moment, them trying process what they had just seen.
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"Now that is a strong lass," Gimli snorted, Aragon slapping his arm.
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My brain is very weird 😭😭
K byeeeee
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prometheanglory · 2 years
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hi this post is entirely for self indulgence and is very long bc i do not have the patience for an ask game but i have an urgent need 2 answer this entire thing for vinh bc i am a rabid dog and its been sitting in my drafts for too long
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⚠️ also there’s mentions of canoodling and sploinking in here that kinda tests da limits of my pg13 rating but i’ll keep my nards in my pants dw
🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?
you gotta be BLIND to not catch onto the fact she’s hot. but then again, i wouldn’t treat her like some all-time stunner that makes the entire room turn and go silent at a glance like a wattpad fic or anything. she’s taken as a double-take kind of hot, u kno. like, the type of hot where u go ‘god damn’ and then u move on with ur day. or my hands got sweaty bc idt im well-dressed enough today to be in close proximity for u for longer than 45 seconds.
💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?
kinda hinging off the last question tho…. the vinh appeal gets stronger the longer she’s around. kinda got that ‘peripheral’ vibe, gotta go looking for her more, and more grows on u…..!
trick question bc it’s an endless feedback loop b/w aura and looks bc ain’t no way ur getting one without the other. regardless of which one catches the eye first, both just amplify the other. hot bc shes measured enigma with a muted lull 2 her for real !! but then also she’s just a physically attractive lady.
but tbf maybe her aura isn’t a surefire guarantee of attraction. she isn’t exactly the most forthcoming or warm person, and if mysterious and quiet isn’t ur type from a bombshell then 🤷‍♀️ oh well
💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 
SHES GOT A LOT GOING ON THAT I THINK R NICE TO LOOK AT OKAY…..….. the most miscellaneous thing is that her hair’s a little messy n got hair falling in her face sometimes in a way that kinda covers her eye and that’s like. eroi.
most conventionally attractive thing abt her is divided b/w her long legs or her eyes overall (shape/eyelashes/irises/etc) 🤧 but if we get into the ‘weird’ category of miscellaneous things that are still kinda conventional. the list kinda looks like: her shoulder width + shoulder angle… her slender neck… sharp but subtle jawline… her cheekbones… her height… her mouth.. the defined collarbone…. torso-waist-hip ratio…. i think i’m allowed to allude to her asscheek. her many piercings… her long fingers… the way she’s definitely a mature n femme beauty but she’s kinda handsome if u look at her under the right lens. her moodier expressions that in my heart r so sultry/mysterious. she’s nicely muscled naturally, but she’s got a softer-toning to her. as ‘willowy’ as she can be depicted, i also like how subtly solid she is, u feel. i like her biceps and stomach specifically. her back is really nice. i like her sharp teeth. idt anybody needs to point out the small breast size thing but i think its charming and it has to be pointed out.
🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?
she is so sharp and levelheaded... thorough and observant……. focused n dedicated but entirely self-aware…….. competency make my peepee hard.
this is actually a vinh red-flag but i think it’s hot how she doesn’t tell u anything and is very mistrustful despite her general front of honesty 😍 like yes girl lie to me
also her being shockingly resolute with her morals/values despite generally being the begrudging coward who never puts up the rebellious/troublemaker front. the risk of her double-crossing is actually pretty high . ppl who u would never expect to be so underhanded but they’ll do what they feel they must while still playing by your rules 🤤
but also i rly love her mental fortitude… girl can rly tank a hit or weather thru centuries and still stand unbroken!!! she’s the final bastion!!!! idt any other of my ocs quite has the same level of like, genuine capacity to be eroded??? like ofc a chunk of it is coming from her mild self destructive tendencies (hot) but her really repressed sense for self preservation (also hot) keeps her in the weirdest cycle of not actually being able to discard her dignity to call it quits!!!! she will keep going even after there is nothing left on her to go on because she is perpetual and will never be satisfied !!! girl is an engine!!! girl is the dry corpse that will not stop moving and bleeding!!!
👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?
she’s very aware that other ppl think of her as attractive and she’s pretty conventional in her appeal, but doesn’t rly. feel it? cherish the notion? not that she thinks she’s ugly but she just rly doesn’t get the hype.
technically only uses it to her advantage when trying to keep herself presentable — i.e. may adapt herself if someone’s perception of her dictates she should lean harder into being appealing in that way.
👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?
did u know i stood in a yankee candle for like 15 minutes sniffing candles last week to embed scents in my brain to know if i could label them as vinhcore in my head. i have Also been previously tempted to sign up for perfume samples just to know more abt scents for the same exact reason. what does that tell u. what does that say about me, we will ignore that.
i think she smells rly… rich. expensive. a kinda sultry perfume? smth with amber that isn’t particularly sweet but floral w musk in a complex way…? but i feel like if im aiming to encompass the colder aspect of her character. it’s still going to lean harder towards floral but it’s less spice and more… woody. aromatic. smth kinda white floral/powdery.
👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?
hot to ME. HOT TO ME!!!! this vid is the latest one but it has her outdated art on it and its kinda fried but nonetheless
but i like her voice :-} smooth and low but without toeing too much of the line of strained?? lowkey considering changing her eng va again but that’ll happen whenever it happens tbh
bonus videos bc i like her voice on king of fighters and this is technically the least incriminating video i have for azur lane im sorry for the booby and hole boat girl game
🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?
teeeeechnically monogamy-minded…? open to being polyam/having an open relationship. tho it’d be probably still be Nice to settle down some day. maybe. theoretically. it’s smth she needs to address eventually, but it’s just not rly on her plate rn. if it crops up in this time tho, then so be it.
she’s meandering around the metaphorical field bc ppl seem to need her more over there, but she still doesn’t rly get much satisfaction out of that either. not that satisfaction was ever rly much of an end goal for her 💀she views her relationships more as a job commitment than a romantic commitment, hence the blasé attitude towards the topic. think it’d be best to just say she’s going with the flow.
😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?
it’s always a bit hard to actually catch vinh’s eye, but… who can resist a brief onceover at a modern-day adonis.
aside from that, she’s always a little fascinated by sharp-wits, or ppl who just radiate a certain charisma that lends itself well to leading themselves or a subsequent aura of proficiency. vinh’s prone to falling in line with people who have their own sense of gravity.
💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?
she’s defo not awkward (being unsociable aside) but charming is a bit of a reach. interesting to talk to in her own right bc she’s been drilled on navigating events and ‘intellectually stimulating’ other’s minds to some degree by tradition’s decree, but being flirtatious or forthcoming is neither here nor there for her 😔
💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?
she knows her way around the block ❤️ granted, it’s usually pretty half-hearted bc she’s just not rly all that in-tune with expressing intimacy for most people. she’s just not rly gonna take much of a lead or initiate much. stays pretty chaste if its up to her, a fleeting smooch 2 the corner of the lip always seems 2 get the job done.
opposite end of the scale is she trusts them more so she’s more open 2 being intimate 🤯 a passionate/entangled makeout type at her core, but that’s actually a very rare occurence still. the things she usually initiates r very prim n formal but its very dear that she’s infatuated enough that she feels compelled to express it 🤧
🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?
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answer is yes, plenty, and the experiences are….. okay. she doesn’t think about it very hard.
it’s only been recently that she’s become more active? she hasn’t been off the mountain or cloud for that long, and she’s been separated from her nation’s (elite) culture for an even shorter span of time. granted, it’s been a few years but nonetheless. there’s very long and pronounced gaps in her activity in most centuries prior to where we encounter her, and those are life long secrets that have been kept mostly under tight wraps. she’s known for being quite prudish back home, actually.
style-wise… 🤪 vinh’s very attentive and tends 2 heavily prioritize her partner’s needs. down for whatever bc she doesn’t rly have anything in mind, but isn’t exactly the easiest person to ‘rile up’. a servicing type that keeps a very level-head. isn’t rough at all, but she makes up for it in precision and (sometimes) passion. her composure slips a bit (…a lot?) when the shoe’s on the other foot of who’s getting the brunt of the attention. it seems there’s something going on over there about her actual preferences.
💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?
well it’s not the biggest deal in the world for her but sometimes it means a little more to her. most of the time she doesn’t rly have much faith or intention with her flings so she doesn’t invest much in them unless convinced otherwise.
🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?
she’s a very on-guard person and is prepared for a lot of things ppl will do or say to her, but sometimes things get around her own expectations and it makes her indifferent façade falter.
very pointed comments that she can’t really ‘dodge’, complimentary or not. other examples Also include ppl sometimes regarding her a little too humanely or just with a little too much dignity . and sure she might get flattered but the chances are much higher that she’ll just get more suspicious and on-edge.
🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?
very reserved and would never initiate anything pda 💀 she can handle being on the receiving end of some Some pda (within limits) but she tends to avoid it if possible. but as the artist/writer i believe firmly in targeting vinh bc you might find that she’s lying a little about how reserved she is.
💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?
well if there’s something she knows they enjoy then she’ll do her best to arrange it for them. she’s the type to enjoy quiet evenings. whether or not they physically go out, spending time with them is fine.
if it were entirely up to her though, i think her go-to is between staying in and eating smth home-cooked together (even tho she, doesnt rly need to eat,) and generally just decompressing (watch a movie, bake smth small, lay around on the couch, etc) OR a small outing to a museum/art gallery/etc and a nice dinner at a restaurant :-) and then the rest of the night is… also for decompressing . most of the time i think of where the actual romance/bonding for vinh is, i land on like… super quiet moments like being in bed or somewhere where u get the stronger sense of having her complete attention, like in a car or in a quiet corner of a room.
being lazy with a workaholic is a love language, that is my wisdom. intimacy exists in downtime and quiet !!!!
💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?
wooing isn’t exactly something she sets out to do — but her methods of courting don’t change much regardless of how much she likes or mistrusts her partner.
her courting style is best encompassed as promising them her service, and that definition of ‘service’ is incredibly broad in terms. she aims to please within the limits of her dignity, and rolling over to align herself with their expectations for her is pretty standard. she thinks its critical for them to rely on her somehow or to at least have some due purpose for her to stick around, whether it be in semantics or actual duty.
on a less cynical note, the more romantic version of vinh is just best understood as a very dedicated partner. she’s reliable and responsible — and even if she’s not a super affectionate lover right out the gate, there’s kinda comfort in how… present she is? constant she is? pillar of support for real!!! she wants the best for her lover, and if that best somehow includes her in the image, then she’ll try to accommodate it. biggest difference here is she actually feels like telling her partner stuff thats wrong or things that are just Up instead of just going and fixing it on her own without much of a word.
👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?
a function over fashion type of girl but a little bit of fashion doesn’t hurt. tends to stick to pretty simple styles and has a preference for dark colors — but she has some more ornate choices that…. were not her first choice, but she can appreciate a thoughtful gift.
actually have a doodle from months ago that was actually from thinking abt the logistics of what she wears and even tho pencil skirt era is over……. it’s still a tight skirt so it still counts.
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judjira · 2 years
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tryouts
AN: just a little out of bounds drabble i wrote for how dahyun got accepted into the team ! hope u like !
JYPHS Volleyball Gym, 2020.
The volleyball gym is big.
The lights are a bright yellow, illuminating the gym. The nets are hanging from the poles, around seven feet high. Balls are piled into carts that stand by the courts.
She’s only ever been in it a handful of times before this, but only as an audience member, watching the school’s high school team playing for competitions they hosted. The middle school team had their own court, but it was much smaller in nature.
Now, it all feels real.
There’s quite a few girls around her. Other girls that are attempting to tryout for the team. Maybe they’ll be her new teammates.
Other girls seem to be nervous. She can see it when their eyes flit around the space, towards the current members of the team that are looking over them.
Dahyun isn’t nervous. She has no reason to be.
“Hi!”
One girl comes up to her, waving. She looks behind her, making sure she’s not waving to someone at her back. Then she looks back, waving and smiling back at the girl.
“Hi there.”
The girl approaches, and Dahyun realizes they’re maybe around the same height, with Dahyun being taller by an inch or so.
“I’m Son Chaeyoung! It’s nice to meet you!”
“Kim Dahyun. Nice to meet you too.”
Chaeyoung grins, shaking Dahyun’s hand with a firm grip.
“Feels good to see another libero! I’m pretty sure it’s just you and me here. I haven’t seen anyone else who looks like they play that position.”
It’s a common misunderstanding. Liberos are usually the shortest on the team. Not like she can blame Chaeyoung for thinking that way. Dahyun is much shorter than most of the girls here, and she actually did play the position for a while.
At least until she figured out she could jump.
“Actually…I play either middle blocker or opposite hitter.”
There’s a look in Chaeyoung’s eyes as she cocks her head to the side, clearly in confusion. Then she gives her a disbelieving smile.
“Sure you do.”
Dahyun doesn’t mind when people don’t believe her. It only makes it more satisfying to prove them wrong.
“Anyway, are you nervous?”
Both of them look towards the wall on the side of the gym, where they’re measuring the recruits’ jumping reach, their approach jumps, and all other sorts of measurements that are seemingly vital to the team.
It seems like a more unorthodox way of tryouts, but Dahyun doesn’t really mind.
“Not so much.”
“Do you think there’s a separate thing for liberos? I can’t jump very high.”
A girl jumps, hand covered in chalk dust as it impacts against the wall. One of the current team members stands on a ladder, measuring the height of their jump.
“There probably is.”
Chaeyoung’s clearly nervous, her hands wringing the edge of her shirt.
“I hope there is. This is…my first time trying out for a team. I mean, I’ve joined training camps outside of school and stuff, but this is my first actual team.”
Makes sense, then, that Dahyun hasn’t seen her around. As a mainstay of the middle school team, she’s attended almost every training camp the school had to offer.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. Like you said, no one else is going for libero, right? Which means your chances of getting in are higher, because the demand’s higher.”
Chaeyoung’s eyes light up at that. Dahyun’s not actually sure if that’s how it works, but she says it anyway to provide some semblance of comfort.
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
A new voice greets them, and when Dahyun turns to look, she has to crane her neck upwards, the new girl a good ten centimeters taller than her.
Chaeyoung’s eyes bulge at who is clearly the tallest girl in the room, even surpassing the girls that are currently on the team.
“Hi. Chou Tzuyu.”
Both Dahyun and Chaeyoung greet her, Chaeyoung still looking visibly impressed at her height.
“Wow…how tall are you, even?”
Tzuyu shrugs.
“178 centimeters. Still growing, too.”
Chaeyoung grumbles.
“I wish I was that tall.”
Dahyun’s fine with her height. In a sport where height is everything, there’s more than just genetics factoring into how tall someone is. After all, height won’t mean anything when you can jump.
Tzuyu gets called first to measure her statistics. They measure her vertical, a good 46 centimeters as she stands and jumps. There are a few girls audibly gasping in amazement.
Her jumping approach is next, and she takes a few steps back, then runs in, jumping up to tag the board.
“285 centimeters.” Even the girl on the ladder seems visibly surprised. That’s a college level number. For a freshman, too.
Tzuyu smirks, a clear air of arrogance around her as she walks over to the other side of the court.
Chaeyoung audibly gulps as her name’s called.
“Good luck.” Dahyun whispers.
She gives Dahyun a grateful smile as she scurries in front of the team member who’s taking down their names and measurements. Says a few words, then grins as she walks on over to the other side. Guess there is a separate thing for liberos.
And then it’s Dahyun’s turn.
Chaeyoung’s grinning at her as she passes, whispering, “Just tell them you’re going for the libero position!” Tzuyu shoots her a thumbs up from next to Chaeyoung.
She approaches the team member who’s got the clipboard in her hands.
“Alright, name?”
Dahyun looks up, then smiles upon seeing the furrowed brow focused on the paper in front of her.
“Kim Dahyun.”
The girl blinks, before looking at Dahyun.
“Dahyun! I’d almost forgotten you’d be trying out.”
Jihyo puts her clipboard to the side for a moment, as a smile comes across her face. It’s no surprise to her that Jihyo’s here, in fact, she’d made a promise to join her after her upperclassman graduated from middle school.
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Momo! Look who it is.”
The girl on the ladder turns around, still holding onto a tape measure. There’s a wide grin on her face as her eyes alight upon seeing Dahyun.
“Dahyunnie! You made it! I’d come greet you, but it’s kind of hard to get down from here.”
She can hear a few whispers from the other girls, wondering how exactly Dahyun knows the two upperclassmen, but she pays them no mind.
“So, what position are you going for?”
Dahyun smiles.
“Opposite hitter.”
Jihyo nods, writing down the position. Dahyun can tell she’s excited, by the way her fingers are tapping and the corners of her lips are curling. Probably ready to see her jump again.
“Alright, you know the drill. Vertical jump, then approach jump.”
Dahyun places her right shoulder against the wall. Rubs chalk on her fingertips and raises her hand to touch the wall.
Breathes in. Breathes out.
Bends her legs. Then pushes off the ground.
Slaps the wall at the peak of her jump.
There’s an explosion of hushed whispers when Dahyun lands, filling her with an odd sense of satisfaction.
Momo sticks her tongue out in focus as she stretches the tape measure.
“48 centimeters! Not bad, Dahyunnie! Go for your approach!”
Dahyun takes a few steps back from the wall. Rubs the chalk onto her fingers once again.
Breathes in. Breathes out.
Then she moves.
A few steps for the run up.
Left foot down.
Right foot down.
Arms extend behind her.
Both feet plant on the ground.
Knees bend. Arms reach out.
Then, she flies.
Slap!
Lands back down. Two feet.
It’s quiet. The only thing she can hear are her breaths.
Momo’s measuring. Then she looks down at her, grinning.
“287 centimeters.”
There’s a silence in the gym. No whispers, no murmurs, and no backtalk against her. Just how she likes it.
Jihyo gives light golf claps, still smiling big and wide.
“That’s definitely higher than last I saw. Did you improve in your last year of middle school?”
Dahyun returns the smile.
“Knew I wasn’t going to get those last centimeters in before I joined the team, so I had to get taller somehow.”
Jihyo ruffles her hair, and brings her in for a hug.
“I just know you’re going to make it on.”
Dahyun grins into Jihyo’s arms.
“Thanks Jihyo.”
“Hey! I’m still measuring, but when I get down from here, I want a hug too!”
Momo calls over, and the two of them laugh.
“Go on. The rest of the tryouts should be easy-peasy for you, I’m sure.”
She bows her head, then walks on over to the group of girls waiting for the next part of the tryouts.
Chaeyoung’s jaw is basically on the floor. Tzuyu’s eyes are bugging out of their sockets.
Dahyun smiles.
This year’s going to be a good one.
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trsrina · 1 year
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—> GET TO KNOW ME
thanks for tagging me @hannikz <33
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when is ur bday? 11/11
favourite colour? honestly can’t pick but blue & yellow
any pets? no but i used to have three turtles
height? 161cm but ive probably grown a few centimetres since i last measured
how many pairs of shoes do u own? i have three pairs that don’t fit anymore but i still keep them for some reason 😰 and my three pairs of plain white sneakers and a pair of black loafers for school (don’t ask me why i have so many) and three pairs of shoes i actually wear and a pair that’s still in the shoe box not worn at all
favourite song(s)? island by youha, you’re on your own kid, daylight, death by a thousand cuts by taylor swift, the perfect pair by beabadoobee, farewell neverland and our summer by txt, shooting star by xg and a lot more i forgot about
favourite movie? i love coco, barbie and the 12 dancing princesses, clueless and Aladdin the live action
ideal partner? giggles minatozaki sana but she technically she doesn’t know yet but like she technically kinda my wife already not delulu!!! also yang jungwon my side chick 🫶 ahem also alhaitham and xiao (without the angsty stuff) and ningguang sugar mommy 😳
do u want children? no 💀 i don’t ever plan of getting married at all rlly and 90% of children are annoying af
have u gotten in trouble with the law? ofc not
what colour socks r u wearing? navy with cat patterns
favourite music genre? I like anything rlly but mainly pop and i like bossa nova
how many pillows do u sleep with? one
what position do u sleep in? sideways usually facing the wall
smth u hate when sleeping? light and sounds im the type that has to sleep in complete darkness and silence
breakfast? usually just any kind of bread occasionally choco cakes with milk/choco milk/milk tea mixed with coffee
have u tried archery? no and i’d probably suck i can’t even aim on roblox 😭
favourite fruit? apples 🫶
r u a good liar? i can’t lie for my life well maybe sometimes if it’s for smith rlly serious
mbti? intp-t 😎
innie or outie? going out if it’s with ppl i enjoy being with
leftie or rightie? rightieee
favourite food? very unhealthy but chicken nuggets and beef 😰
favourite foreign food? i have an unhealthy obsession with shrimp tempura 🍤 and i love love love shabu shabu
r u clean or messy? usually clean but messy when im in a bad mood
favourite phrase? oh my god ig
how long do u take to get ready? approximately 15 mins if excluding my skincare routine and brushing my teeth and the time it takes for me to get out of bed but like including that it’s an hour im usually someone who’d be like 20 minutes early so no rush
do u talk to yourself? a concerning amount the psych ward is calling for their missing patient
do u sing to yourself? yes a lot
r u good at singing? not at all 💀
biggest fear? clowns, drowning, ghosts if real, serial killers, exams, my primary school class teachers (im telling u i was at the verge of tears every time they talked to me literal trauma), my science teacher last year, death and yeah pretty much most things
r u a gossip? definitely yes i gossip a lot
long or short hair? short hair like long hair is pretty but it seems rlly annoying
favourite subject? english cause im good at it
introvert or extrovert? introvert with strangers and ppl im not so close with but i suddenly become an extrovert with friends like I wouldn’t be shy at all and would approach random ppl if i wanted to
what makes u nervous? everything i have really bad anxiety like the lift is slow? im gonna be late even if i was 20 minutes early. haven’t done my assignments yet? the deadline is next month but still
who’s ur first real crush? my 1st grade classmate we used to be friends for a while and then he’s now an ass so we don’t rlly talk anymore
how many piercings? two, one on each earlobe
how many tattoos? none ofc but i would love to have some when im older
how fast can u run? average speed? but i have great stamina like i could run 15 laps max at a moderate speed
what colour is ur hair? very dark brown in the dark but a chocolate light brown under light idk i had multiple ppl ask me if i dyed my hair before tho i didn’t my mom says it’s bc of malnutrition
what colour are ur eyes? very dark brown almost black
what makes u angry? lots of things i have anger issues
do u like ur name? i used to hate it when i was younger bc it’s regularly used as a masculine name and i thought it was bad but now ive learnt to embrace it and it’s unique so great 👍 but I still not enjoy trying to explain it to ppl 😕
would u like a boy or girl if u had a child? girl
what are ur strengths? being early and flee the facility on roblox im like rlly good at that game
what are ur weaknesses? mention one thing about a father figure and im done for
what is the colour of ur bedspread? i have no idea what that is but i googled and i still don’t rlly understand but i think i have none sry my brain doesn’t work
what colour is ur bedroom? well i have this really really light blue wall colour basically white at first glance and brown wood furniture
tagging (no pressure!!) @seungiepup @wonillaa @aerisfy @winteringdream @badmuni @yeniiverse @yenqa @hypesahi @jwonsociety
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iironwreath · 11 months
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Plunge [Ulysses]
“How quickly you come to a willingness to kill, and how quickly your lover will believe it of you. There are so many ways to find out what you will do when there is no one else to help you.” — Kathryn Harlan, Fruiting Bodies
The blade came from Aldous' collection. It was a longsword, plain but sharp, the kind that was neither cheap nor expensive, but standard price. She also belted on her single dagger from her room for good measure. 
She had expected Dicentra to cut and run as soon as her shackles were off, but she stayed true to her word, staggering out of the cage and massaging her wrists. Uly had seen her standing before, but behind bars, her height had been misleading, shortened by imprisonment. Outside, she had at least six inches on her. Ulysses could only imagine how her wings would add to the magnitude of her.
She was putting the cart before the horse—she steered her focus onto her immediate surroundings. Nerves, probably nerves.
“Don’t panic, but I’m going to disappear for a moment,” Di warned. “I need to test that I can still use all my magic.” Free of constraints, her voice was every bit as buttery smooth as Uly predicted. Uly had a better grasp of how dangerous she was then; with a well-placed whisper, Dicentra could convince her to do almost anything.
Then she vanished, leaving empty air where she’d stood. Even with the warning, panic bucked in Uly's ribs. But a second later, Di emerged from behind one of the bookcases. “On the Ethereal Plane,” she explained. “It’ll help.” 
“Anything else I should know about?”
Dicentra’s upper lip twitched, her expression darkening. She reared back a single arm, then swung, slashing off the back of a chair with a sprouted set of claws and raining splinters everywhere. Ulysses flinched.
“We want to make it look like there was a struggle, don’t we?” Dicentra asked, but her voice had gone from soothing to sinister. Ulysses had known her just long enough to feel safe in assuming it wasn’t aimed at her, but Dicentra was difficult to read. 
“I thought that came after,” Uly said.
“You asked.”
Uly raised a hand in surrender. 
They moved on. Di accompanied them up the tower, using scrolls to deactivate protections. She kept quiet, following Ulysses’ lead on silent feet, sometimes disappearing out of existence again before reappearing through the next wall.  
They were an efficient duo; too soon, they were in front of Aldous’ bed chambers. Uly slipped in. Every step inside felt like ten—Ulysses made them cautiously, creeping closer. Dicentra vanished again, but her presence lingered like a shadow that clung to her back, unseen but there.
Ulysses stopped at the bedside. Aldous lay prone, facing the ceiling, undisturbed. Her grip was so sweaty and tight it made the sword stutter midair like a tuning fork; she brought a second hand over the pommel. Dicentra reappeared at her shoulder, hot breath brushing her ear.
“Think of all that he’s done,” she heard her voice, not out loud, but in her mind. “To you, to me, what must be countless others. What will continue to happen if he’s allowed to live. This can only end with his death.”
Ulysses raised the sword, the point aimed at Aldous’s breast rising and falling with sleep, unaware of how close it was to danger. Still, she hesitated. She couldn’t communicate back with Dicentra telepathically, but her pause exposed her thoughts.
Dicentra’s hands wrapped over hers. It was the first time she’d touched her—the cradle of her hands was warmth incarnate, full of an indescribable, otherworldly strength of will. They were surprisingly soft—Uly had expected callouses, a grittiness like cooled, dried magma.
Why had she expected anything at all?
“You can do it,” Dicentra encouraged. “You have to. Charming him will be much harder if I strike first.” Hands still enmeshed, she angled the sword in a way that would punch between his ribs. “Like this."
Ulysses breathed. Nodded. Dicentra’s hands slid away. Like magic she never had, Ulysses summoned up all that Aldous represented: he was the main reason her crossing to the material plane had soured. He had taken her potential and stunted it; she had learned, but not what she set out to. Through him, she learned fear and resentment and ugly, serrated feelings that cut her up inside. He made her reliant on him and at the same time, stymied her.
She staked the sword downwards with all the emotional and physical hatred she could muster.
It impaled him cleanly where she’d envisioned the sword sticking out of him. She met some resistance, but not enough to stop the sword’s path. The end stuck through the mattress. He burst awake, eyes flying open, blood and spittle springing from his lips.
In the next second, he had Ulysses on the end of a glare, life crackling in his eyes. Uly stepped back. She had known that wouldn’t have killed him, but she lost some of her cool; it alarmed her that he survived a blow that would’ve ended her. He raised shaking hands in the beginnings of a spell, but Dicentra side-stepped around Uly, shielding her.
“Now now,” she said, “you don’t want to hurt Ulysses. She’s been such a faithful student of yours, and she’s such a good friend of mine.”
Ulysses heard the magic in her voice like a skein of silk, saw it cast a glaze over Aldous’ eyes. She sighed in relief as the magic guttered on his fingers. 
“She stabbed me,” he protested. “No faithful student stabs their teacher.” He glanced between them, glares for Ulysses, a beseeching look for Di. Dicentra slid the sword from his chest. He gasped and curled upwards to clutch at the wound. Dicentra sat on the bed, laying a hand on his shoulder to push him down as Uly reclaimed the sword. Blood spread under his back, staining the sheets. 
“You shouldn’t move while you’re injured like that,” she scolded. “What you need to do now is rest.”
“But she stabbed me,” he sputtered again, even though he didn’t make another attempt to move. “I need medical attention. There are potions—”
“I can get them for you if you promise me you won’t move.”
“You will?”
Dicentra nodded in a sagely way. “Where are they?”
He raised a shaky finger to point to a nearby desk.
Dicentra pulled his head into her lap and bent over him, hands coming to rest on either side of his face. His eyes closed, his breath rattly and sticky. Uly stared—was she going to kiss him on the forehead? Bite him? Dicentra skipped his forehead, though, and laid her closed lips on his. Uly sucked in a breath. 
Dicentra’s nose wrinkled. Underneath, Aldous convulsed. He went deathly sallow, his cheeks sucking inwards into gauntness. His body drained of moisture and blood, mutating into something skeletal with barely enough skin and muscle to stretch overtop. 
Ulysses’ sword slipped out of her fingers with a clatter. Dicentra dropped his head, spitting off to the side. Aldous laid still and dead. It was done; no fanfare, no bugles, just done.
Dicentra hissed in infernal at the body then swept to her feet, shoving Aldous into a heap on the floor. Her skin, by contrast, looked smoother and fuller, her hair glossier, and she stood firm without a hint of weakness. Ulysses tried to focus on that instead of the corpse and what stabbing a living person had felt like, hoping to soak in some of Dicentra’s nonchalance while death swelled in the room. 
“I knew you had it in you,” Di praised, relaxing with a smile. She stepped over the body, closer to Ulysses. The air seemed to quiver. “That went about as well as it could.”
Ulysses was torn between wanting to sink into the compliment and throw it off like a bug. “What did you—”
“I drain life for sustenance, remember? I can explain more in-depth later.” She threw her gaze around the room, assessing. “We should start the next phase of the plan.”
“Are you going to rest?”
Dicentra rolled her shoulders. “I feel better than I have in ages, so no.”
“So how are you going to stage this?"
Dicentra lined a finger against her lips. “I don’t want to spoil it. You'll have to come back and see for yourself."
Uly blinked, taken aback more by the teasing than the refusal. Dicentra out of the cage was turning into someone with the same wit, but less bite, more suave and in control. Or maybe now that she’d decided they weren’t enemies, she didn’t want to be prickly. 
"Alright."
“Start packing,” Di said, waving a hand. “You can be thorough; we have time. Take anything of value. Make a mess. I’ll be along to help you in a bit.”
Ulysses was more than happy to exit the room, leaving the sword behind.
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vatican3 · 1 year
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since you asked i believe nihil is like 1.83 or 1.85 m tall and imp is either 1.72 or 1.78 m tall (i'm more inclined towards the latter bc if she's on heels that makes her kind of the same height as nihil and i'm a sucker for couples that are about the same height). end of hc tldr they're both really tall to me. in my heart of hearts i know this. also sorry if u use feet and inches i'm european and it's 3am here, i'm too tired to convert everything rn
I wholeheartedly disagree with this take but my desire for data and information is being fulfilled so thank you for feeding me. I successfully converted the measurements.
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thebugass · 1 year
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Total Drama Questions
By @the-type-a
1. Favorite character & why? Courtney because of the simple fact that she slays. She terrifies me and intrigues me. What made you like this, Courtney? Are you aware that you're a wreck? Can I fix you? Are you okay? Questions that the show will choose to demonize Courtney over answering every time, but a boy an dream.
2. Favorite season? Season one
3. Worst season? ...All Stars
4. Otp? Courtney x Duncan
5. Top 3 couples? Courtney x Duncan, Harold x Lashawna, Alejandro x Heather
6. Create your own challenge. Kiss me...... please?
7. Describe your OC. My OCs a bug. He wouldn't do very well on total drama considering the fact that he's a bug. He wouldn't try either. He'd just bug the competition. What a lad.
8. Least fav character & why? Owen. I understand that he's the nostalgic face of the series, but dear lord, not one of his jokes has ever landed for me. If you're into fart jokes, good for you. I'm sick of it, and it's just gross for me. At least Justin had "I wouldn't know, math is for ugly people." I quote that daily. I'm also a huge Mike hater. As somebody with DID... oof. Can I have... better representation... please? I'll take anything at this point. Just don't make EVERY CHARACTER WITH DID EVIL STOP ITTTT. im the only evil one uwu :) WAIt NO I FORGOT ABOUT SIERRA. This list is going off the rails, I'm sorry. Sierra's 100% my least favorite, though. Isn't abuse and stalking FUNNY, guys? Isn't this horrible thing I had to deal with for years just absolutely HILARIOUS. Insert laughs here. No. I'm giving you judgmental stares, Fresh TV. You've been towing the line for a while, and Sierra just crossed it and then ran a few miles for good measure. Fuck you, Sierra.
9. Favorite challenge? The awakeathon. It was a down to earth, neat idea. Not to say I don't like the insane ideas from later, because I do, but it just felt so... normal. When they're getting mauled by bears, I can't relate. I CAN relate to being exhausted because please just let me sleep.
10. Do you have a favorite fan fic? Yes. You don't get to know what it is, though.
11. How old were you when you joined the fandom? Thirteen when I watched the show and fourteen when I began to stalk the fandom from the shadows.
12. Did you ever RP, if so, who? Never done a total drama RP, I'm afraid. The idea just has never appealed to me.
13. Top five girls? Am I allowed to list Courtney five times? No? Okay. Courtney, Heather, ...God, I have the Wiki pulled up. I do not like many of these poor people, do I? Bridgette's alright. I like Crimson because she has a cool design. Lashawna's a neat lass, too.
14. Top five guys? Duncan, Alejandro, Noah, Cody, and Harold.
15. Who would you join an alliance with? I'll take Bridgette or Gwen. Bridge is entirely useless and I'm not all that fond of Gwen, but they seem vaguely trustworthy. Don't let Gwen near your boyfriends, though.
16. Who would you wanna go against in the final two? Cody. I can beat Cody's ass. (Sorry Cody ily)
17. Underrated character? Courtney. Very popular character, but there is no height that she can reach that wouldn't be underrated for her magnificence.
18. Favorite TDWT song? THE ONE ABOUT BUG FUCKING. You see, I am a bug. I do not fuck bugs but you get my point. If I had one. I don't think I had a point.
19. Worst TDWT song? The racist Chinese one.
20. Is there another show you’d like to see a crossover with TD? I want a TD crossover with my OCs (non TD related) just because they'd be so concerned the entire time like "Your host just threw a shark at you are you ok" and everyone would be like "Oh no thats normal"
21. Favorite team (of any season)? The villians from all stars. Hate all stars and hate almost all of the characters but fuck if it isn't funny to shove every asshole into one house with poor Gwen.
22. Who do you think deserved to win at least once? C O U R T N E Y. She would invest the money. Responsible little gal.
23. Something you would change 100% from any season? TDWT Duncney breakup. And if that has to happen, TDAS Gwuncan breakup. I still want it to happen, but GOD. If that abomination of a ship is what you destroy my OTP for, what was the point. Oh. Drama. Right. Listen, if Duncney has to go out, let it go out for something good. Not whatever that two second long relationship was.
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