#this kills monsters if you believe it does ( musings )

[ataraxiaspainting]

Careless Whisper.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: After a long game of playing hard to get, Satoru finally gets you to go on a date with him. But you didn’t expect him to choose a farmer’s market of all places for it to happen.

Warnings: Yandere themes, threats of kidnapping, manipulation, and stalking.

Continuation of There is an Uproar.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd

Get Up by NewJeans

Supermassive Black Hole by Muse

Bathroom by Montell Fish

Hotel by Montell Fish

Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)

After Hours by The Weeknd

Government Hooker by Lady Gaga

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

The Walls by Chase Atlantic

“You’re killing me; don’t you see that you’re the winner of the game?” – Benét, Killing Eve

*~*~*~*

You hold onto the basket like a lifeline. 

You grasp the handle so tightly it leaves a mark on your palm and the inner parts of your fingers, and you can practically feel splinters impaling them.

They say the devil takes on many forms, and if it were said that the devil could take the form of a white-haired man with sunglasses in whatever religious texts you were given in your childhood, you would believe that without question.

The identity of whoever or whatever forced you on this little outing is not human. You know this. He can’t be. If he is, your view of humanity will decrease tenfold from where it once was.

Should you pray to all the higher powers and heavens above that he is or is not?

“Come on, let’s get moving!” They say monsters speak in either honeyed, calm, and sweet voices or grimy and croaky ones; but this one is neither. “I kinda want to pet a chicken.”

*~*~*~*

“There’s my girlie!” 

You were not surprised in the slightest when Satoru pulled up to your door with a Rolls-Royce. At the sight and the called-out nickname, you even roll your eyes and cross your arms, much to the driver’s amusement. The car is adorned with lamb's wool carpets, embellished with stunning wood and milled aluminum accents, and encased in box grain leather. Only the highest quality materials for the all-high and mighty Satoru Gojo. It is the topmost privilege for a mere mortal like you to even see it. 

“You ready?” As you ever will be.

“Yeah.” Your response is quick and to the point. “You still haven’t even told me where we are going for this… date.”

The smirk that appears on his face instantly gives you the impulse to slap it off. But he is stronger, and will most likely not let you, because he is the one in control and not you. So, as he beckons you closer, you close the car door behind you and sit down on the leather seat. The drive to hit him still stands for as long as you anticipated. You just look out the window and hope it goes away.

It is nice outside. Though if Satoru’s foot was not on the peddle, you would have liked it more.

It’s spring now. The grass is bright green and tall, and you could swear that you can smell it. Tiny circles of flowers are there now and then. Dandelions and daffodils mostly. You could count them if Satoru was not driving so damn fast you think he is speeding.

He put your purse and phone in the back seat because, of course, he would want no distractions to stop you from paying attention to him.

He starts talking about how nice your dress looks and how happy he is to have you as his girlfriend.

You want to puke.

It would take at least two weeks for the smell to go away. He would have to clean it up because you would refuse to. Any damage done to his ego no matter how small is a win in your book.

You could picture it now. Satoru, long plastic gloves on his hands and wearing an apron, scrubbing the expensive carpet stained with bile and looking disgusted with you. Maybe he would give up on you then.

You almost laugh at the thought but decide against it when he starts talking with a smile that does not exactly reach his eyes.

*~*~*~*

He is tailing behind you like a grim reaper.

The black turtleneck he is wearing you suppose could count as a cloak. His face is white enough to be a skull, his hair helping you see it in your mind. All the expectations he has for you could be considered a guillotine’s blade that is ready to be let loose at any moment. Maybe a scythe. Don’t lose your head. That is what you keep telling yourself as you go down the aisles of sewn aprons and freshly baked bread and chickens wandering not too far off from the butcher’s cutting board. Don’t lose your head.

So, you keep walking to not be the victim of Satoru’s wrath.

“They’re so cute!” He exclaims, bending down to get a better look at the rabbits that are trapped within the confines of the barbed fence. “I just want to take one home! It would be like having another you around!”

His cooing makes you want to stab your eardrums out with the plastic fork you were given along with a free sample of chicken pot pie.

But you can’t ignore him either, he yearns for your responses like an addict.

“I’m not a rabbit.” You roll your eyes. Satoru responds by turning his head at you and then turning it again to make a visibly confused expression. “I’m a human. Not a pet. Not something to… lock up.” As his countenance turns somber and a hint of amusement lingers, the playful aura dissipates. Your breathing hastens, and your heart races. Perhaps voicing your thoughts was an ill-advised choice. Maybe an alternate utterance would have been wiser. Any alternative, for that expression, is one you wish to never witness again.

As you struggle to catch your breath, Satoru's steady grip on your shoulder brings a faint awareness to your hyperventilation. He calls out your name repeatedly, trying to reach through the haze of tears in your eyes. However, his words offer no solace or relief.

“Come on! Of course, you are.”

Maybe you will puke after all. But not on purpose like you originally intended.

His smile feels like a stab to the chest. Everything he does feels that way.

“...What do you mean?” What exactly does he have planned for you?

How far back do they go? Days, months, years, decades?

“You’ll see. You’ll like them, I know you will.” His hand clasps over your free one like a noose. “Either when you first know them or further down the line. I’ll be with you every step of the way no matter what you think. But just know I only have your best intentions at heart, okay? I can promise you that at least.”

“...Mmhmm. Let’s just… get moving.” Once again, you are off within a labyrinth of stalls.

You liked farmer’s markets during the warmer months, with your family and friends during school breaks and vacation times. Is that why he chose this place? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he also likes them. However, you cannot process the words Satoru and farmer’s market in the same sentence.

You pictured him bringing you to some nightclub and forcing you to dance under disco lights and loud music until you nearly faint from exhaustion. As much as you don’t want to admit it, maybe this is the better option.

You can’t imagine any other option. It could be worse. Those threats of his can easily become true, he could just lock you up in his penthouse and refuse to let you leave.

So, you don’t complain. You don’t want Satoru to get upset, even if you haven’t seen him that way.

“We’ll eventually move in together. Get married further down the line. Maybe have a kid or two, if we are really up to it, though I don’t mind if it is just the two of us.”

For once, you hope Satoru chooses his initial thought. You don’t want to bring any child into this hell.

“Romantic, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

His finger traces the bridge of your nose downward and the tip of it presses on its end.

“Boop!”

“Sigh…”

He does it again.

“So cute…”

“Let’s just continue.” You try so hard not to seethe. “I heard at this specific market they have good lentil soup. Focaccia too. Let’s go.”

He nods.

“Okay! We’re off!”

There is no escape, is there?

“It should be by the coffee stalls if I remember correctly.” You don’t get to finish because of course Satoru found a brand new interest to fixate on.

Aprons. Specifically, the pink lacy one that he is holding gently like a baby. “[First]! Look! You should wear it. It suits you!”

You shake your head immediately. To this, Satoru frowns. You’re hungry after being hauled around from stall to stall for the past hour or so. Can’t he understand that?

He holds the apron up closer to your face.

You turn away from it. Satoru only puts it closer. He really can be stubborn. That is what got you in this situation in the first place. As stubborn as you sometimes are, you can hardly compare to him. But that is with most things. 

Money, power, influence, he will always have more than you will, won’t he? Damn it. No escape. Not from him.

Not from him.

But you can try, can’t you? You can at least try. “Come on! It would look so cute on you.” You shake your head. His frown only deepens and he sighs.

Then he shoots you a look again. The look demanding of you to be good or else. The look that gets you to obey him every time he uses it. Every time he puts his foot down. 

Don’t lose your head.

Evade the blade.

“Good,” He says, handing you the apron with the smile you unsurprisingly prefer over the hellish expression he just showed you. “Go.”

You do.

Damn it. As long as Satoru keeps toying with you, you won’t ever be able to find peace. No escape. Damn it.

You slip the apron on as he watches, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

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[crownmemes]

Supernatural & Paranormal Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences from various sources for muses exploring the unexplained. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I just know I'm going to get lost in those woods again tonight."

"Are you telling me that's a ghost?"

"There's a sort of evil out there. Something very, very strange in these old woods."

"Anyone who believes in Bigfoot is an ass."

"The wood holds many spirits."

"He's not a vampire!"

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe there's an innocent explanation for everything?"

"You don't have to believe me. I have proof."

"I believe the word you are looking for is 'probed'."

"Some places have just got a dark look about them."

"Answer my question: did you kill him?"

"True telepaths can be most formidable."

"You're frightened because you can't understand it."

"We are about to be the first people in the world to solve a Bigfoot murder!"

"Your imagination is creative but obviously out of control!"

"Look, no offence, but that's pretty out there."

"Are you familiar with Project Blue Book?"

"At times, you seem quite human."

"You're not human, so it's not murder."

"Even the wildest fantasies are based on a kernel of truth."

"He's human, outside. Inside, he's a hideous, murdering monster."

"There are things dark and heinous in the world. Things too horrible to tell our children."

"So, when you say ship, you mean... Spaceship?"

"But how does this even make sense?"

"Do you believe in the soul?"

"How many more times? There's no such thing as spaceships!"

"Let me tell you about the dream I had last night."

"Do you know how crazy that sounds?"

"They say there's no Devil, but there is."

"I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange."

"Is that holy water? Where did you get that from?"

"We will solve this case, and it will have nothing to do with little green men."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #supernatural; #assorted;

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Resisting temptation-part one

Levi Ackerman x AFAB reader

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, MINORS DNI

summary: reader is a 20 something soldier who has hopelessly pined after her captain for many years, little do you know he has more than noticed your presence. what will happen when all of these emotions come to a head and the consequences of your actions become a reality?

I longed for him, his sharp wit and tongue that cut through all those niceties and lies. It calmed me in a way during this time of complete turmoil that seemed never-ending, he possessed the ability to prevent the spiral of anxiety. I guess you could say he grounded me. My captain. I will be forever loyal to him and although I feel he would not return my feelings I am satisfied just being in his presence.

 I suppose that is the problem. When I am alone I cant stand it, I miss him. Part of me wants to believe he could return my feelings but to admit it and be crushed was something I don't think I could take, his rejection would kill me, so I stay silent. I'm an apathetic person you see, at least usually. I prefer not to make a scene, anything for a happy life. If I am offended I wont tell you, if I feel I am wronged I wont make a large effort to undo this, for the most part, life is too short so it is rare that I allow myself to indulge in such selfish desires.

 I try to not think too much because when I do it takes over like a monster, eating away at my mind, poisoning it. I find solace in small things, like the time I get to write, one on one combat, fighting against titans. They occupy my mind fully, I can't have distractions from the task at hand, I'm shut off from the past and future, all that matters is the actual.

That is why when I am dismissed from my duties, laying on my bed stripped of my gear the thoughts invade my mind. I Can't deny the heat I feel on my hand where he brushes against it. The need to be closer to him. Know what he thinks and feels. I hate this infatuation!

A knock on my door broke me from my self-pity and introspection

“yes,” I reply quickly.

 “Hi Cadet Y/L/N.”

I jumped to my feet and saluted the higher up, “squad leader Hanji, hello!" I exclaim.

 “At ease soldier,” she laughs deeply, her shoulders shaking. “You are a jumpy one,” she mused making a red tint trickle up my cheeks like a blossoming flower “I have a duty I would like you to fulfil,” she carried on.

“yes Dr Hanji.”

 “Corporal Levi has requested tea in his chambers, Jasmine, I trust you know where to find it in the kitchens.”

 “Yes ma'am.”

“haha, perfect!” She smiled “try not to piss off that little bridge guarding troll,” she cackled before leaving my chambers quickly with a slam of my door.

I couldn't help but snort in response, she was surely brave, or had a death wish, she must be the only person able to insult Captain Levi without certain death.

“right,” I mumbled remembering the task at hand, I must deliver his tea soon or he may punish me in his own way. Tying up my hair that was far too long to be cooking with, I allowed it to swish from shoulder to shoulder as I bounced along to the kitchen. “put the water in the kettle hmmmhmhm,” I hummed “and place it on the stove,” I turned on the gas next to a lit match to light the ring, placing the kettle on top.

 I hummed to force down the bubbling excitement and anxiety inside of me “jasmine, jasmine,” I rifled through the various boxes of tea in search of the desired one. The Captain sure does enjoy his tea. I feel I was chosen for this task for my gentle nature, I always did as told and wouldn't dare talk back to the captain, even when assigned extra jobs. Somehow, that didn't make me happy. Am I complicit in life? I think people think they can walk all over me. I have emotions sure, just like everyone else, I just am dedicated to the larger goal of serving my country.

“eeeeeeee!”

“ah the kettle!” I ran over to it, “okay tea, 2 spoons per person, but the Captain likes his tea strong so 3 teaspoons of tea, let it brew for 5 minutes,” I repeated my mothers instructions aloud as I slowly tidied up and pulled out a cup from the cupboard, washing it once more not wanting to have to redo the whole process because of a speck of dirt. Humming I fumbled around the kitchen, grabbing a tray.

 Suddenly, I squealed and instinctively grabbed the hand on my shoulder twisting it as I turned around, although I paled as I saw the face of the person or should I say man I was attacking.

“Jesus, easy there cadet,” he grabbed my arm and easily removed it once I had relaxed, placing it by my side.

“Commander Erwin, forgive me, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I hadn't meant to... I didn't want to...I'm sorry,” I rambled as he chuckled.

 “I'll let this one slide, hey, at least we know you're reactions aren't getting slow,” his eyes creased at the edges as I teared up in embarrassment.

“I'm sorry Commander Erwin.”

 “that's a strong grip you have, at least I know Captain Levi has been teaching you well,” he smiled, ignoring my profuse apologies.

 “I-I was just preparing tea for the Captain,” I murmured as I placed the tray on the table along with the cup, strainer and teapot.

“ah, I see, The Captain has always taken a liking to you.”

“huh?” I exclaimed, wondering if I had heard him correctly. He did not repeat himself nor did he appear especially pleased as he turned,

“as you were,” and walked away down the hall.

what the hell was that strange encounter? I can't possibly figure out any moment of it. What strange people soldiers are it seems. Now even more nervous, I shakily carried the tray of tea down the hall, spying the back of Erwin's head further along.

“You can do this, don't be nervous, don't spill it. Phew,” I mumbled as I rapped on the door 3 times which swung open to reveal one, extremely angry looking Captain Levi. He eyed me as if to ask what the hell I was doing there but he softened  a little when he saw the tray I carried precariously.

“well come in before you drop it brat.”

 “thank you sir,” I nodded as I entered his room, it smelled of tea and bleach. He lead me to his bed as he sat himself on the edge, I placed the tray on the small table, standing to attention. He eyed me slowly before commanding,

“pour it for me,” resting his chin on his hand as he watched me shakily pour the piping hot tea through the strainer placing it down and standing up again to face him. “pass me the cup,” once more I carried out his instructions, passing the tea to him feeling his fingers brush mine as he carefully took the hot cup from me. “say, what are you always thinking in there” he questioned “your silence is unnerving.”

“I'm sorry Captain, what would you like me to say?”

 “Anything Brat, anything interesting,” he sighed placing his head in his hand, exasperated.

“Um, well if you don't mind me saying...” I gulped “ Comander Erwin is quite... strange” he laughed, a genuine laugh as he sipped his tea.

 “Oh really, do you think you should be talking this way about your commander?” I shook my head “go on, shut the door and sit down, I feel like company today.”

I wondered why, if he wanted company, he had chosen objectively the quietest cadet in the squadron. Yet I still shut the door, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him, explaining the encounter I had had with him earlier. “Oh I see,” he sipped his tea, “at least you remembered your training,” he chuckled. “I know Erwin is mistakable for a titan, being the size of a fucking tree, but please try not to get confused.”

I giggled along with his chuckle as he drank his tea. I eyed the cup, I suppose a little to longingly as he asked me “do you want some? There's plenty in the pot, just get yourself a cup.”

“I-I” I was a little stunned for words but I decided to be bold “Yes please Captain.”

 “go on then,” he stated in a monotone “and call me Levi when we are informal like this, it makes me feel even older with you calling me sir all the time,” he moaned as I left to fetch a cup. When I returned he was sitting cross legged on the bed, savouring the taste of the hot tea with his eyes closed.

 “Levi,” I let his name stay on my lips as I breathed out the words. His eyes snapped open to gaze coolly at me.

“ah, she returns,”

I smiled, moving to pour myself a cup before settling myself down on his floor again.

“Go on, taste it, it's the finest tea around, you wont find better here within the walls.” He enthused, looking as if he would force the tea down my throat if he could. Inhaling the scent I sighed before bringing the cup to my lips. The taste was warm and comforting, but most of all the delicate taste of the jasmine flower was heaven on my tongue,

 “oh wow,” I sighed, my eyes meeting his. His eyes bore into mine.

“See, exquisite isn't it?” He murmured “better than anything those posh wall rose worshippers could ever get a hold of.”

“It makes me feel like I'm some princess being brought such fancy food, I'm used to crackers,” I smiled.

“Well captaincy has its perks, you never know, maybe one day you'll reach that level.” my eyes grew wide, such a complement was unexpected.

 “You think?” I asked excitedly.

“Tch, there's no point you asking me, you've got to be confident in yourself. Don't rely on others Y/N.”

 “Yes sir.. I mean Levi,” he smiled sipping his tea, watching me squirm. “Say, Levi, may I speak unprofessionally?”

 “Tch, brat, what the hell did you think we were doing before?”

 “Well, you see, I'm concerned...”

 “oh?” one thin eyebrow arched.

“Often, lately, you seem... well, sad” I paused “is there anything I could do?” He blushed lightly, obviously not used to being cared for.

“And just how do you think you are equipped to be my therapist Y/N?” He seethed, obviously a nerve had been touched.

 “I'm sorry only, I could listen, I often listen to peoples problems, you look like you could use someone to talk to.”

��He was annoyed again as he sipped his tea and uncrossed his legs, pulling the cravat from his neck and brusquely folding it before getting up to place it on the back of his chair. He stood like a caged animal, unsure of if he should run or attack, never turning to face me. Placing my tea down on the floor I stood and slowly but surely stepped towards him.

 “Levi,” I called, something in me urging me, telling me he needed someone more than I was afraid to be rejected. “tell me, I'll listen...” Placing my hand on his shoulder he tensed “I care,” he shuffled and sniffed a little “I still respect you as my Captain. You of all people should know I would always have the utmost respect for my superiors.” His shoulders shook and I realised he must be crying. Sobs racked through his body and I wrapped my arms around his powerful back, he turned to face me, finally.

“I can't be superhuman, I can't do this, I can't save everyone,” he exclaimed, pulling at his hair “I couldn't save them,” I placed my hands on his face staring into his eyes.

“No-one can, Levi, all you can do is your best and that's what you do. Every time you kill a titan or lead the troops, you take on a heavy burden no man should bear.” His tears flowed freely as I wrapped my arms around his body he responded wrapping me up in his arms.

 “Forgive me for showing you this weakness,” he mumbled into my shoulder as he squeezed my soft frame, inhaling my scent of soap as we stood embracing for an innumerable amount of time, both enjoying the loving contact of another person. “I wish they were all here, I wish I could apologize.”

“what for?” I questioned “they knew the risks of the corps when they joined, that doesn't make the loss any less sad, only... it's not your fault Levi.” Slowly, he unwound his arms and pulled away from me.

“I like the way you say my name... like you enjoy it,” he leant in his hand on my cheek, caressing the skin lightly “do you?” I nodded, unable to lie in his presence. He leant in further “say it again,” he commanded.

“Levi,” I breathed onto his lips as they slowly closed the gap between us both. It was a welcomed warmth that made me gasp. Much like the jasmine tea it was an exquisite yet comforting feeling to have him move his lips against my own, encouraging me to do the same. Leaning up I ran my hands over his undercut before tangling them in the soft locks of hair there. He groaned a little, kissing me more enthusiastically now, making my knees wobble, almost unable to hold myself up, however he snaked an arm around my waist anchoring me to him before nipping at my bottom lip. “Levi,” I mumbled, feeling heat travel through my body like a fire and he pressed his crotch to mine, our bodies now flush together I was able to feel the beginnings of his excitement. He retreated to look me in the eye as his fingers danced along my reddened lips. His eyes searched mine for consent to continue “I wont tell,” I said, already voicing his thoughts.

“hmm, you are much more insubordinate than you seem,” he chuckled

“how can I be?” I questioned, eyes sparkling with amusement “I'm following my Captain's orders.”

A smile reached his eyes as he pulled on my chin to open my mouth before placing his own on mine, snaking his tongue inside. The foreign feeling made me moan and crumble under his touch. He was so warm against me, the muscle licked at the roof of my mouth and entangled with my own. Kissing him felt so natural I was only surprised I hadn't done it sooner, but I could hardly take his teasing. He detached his mouth from mine and latched onto my jaw, kissing and sucking to my ear, nibbling and biting and sucking along every section of my neck. “please Levi, I can't take it” I whimpered, unsure from where this confidence had emerged inside of myself as I ran my hands along his back.

“hmm, for a virgin you are quite needy,” he paused “you are a virgin aren't you?" I blushed, not having expected him to be so crude.

 “yes,” I bowed my head in embarrassment.

 “Good, none of those bastards would fuck you properly anyway,” he bit down “would you like me to fuck you?” He asked gruffly “would you like to be fucked by your own Captain?” I nodded shamefully “how long have you wanted it? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” I nodded again making him chortle “oh my, I had you all wrong Miss innocent,” he laughed amazedly making me shrink back and turn away from him. “hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

“Don't tease me” I mumbled angrily “And you're the one stood here with your tongue down the throat of your own subordinate!” I quipped.

"it seems we deserve each other then” he spoke softly “ah, I can't do this though” he pecked my lips despite himself then again and again walking backwards towards the bed.

“Mind the tea!” I exclaimed worriedly as he looked over my shoulder spying it. He pushed me down slowly onto the bed.

“Tell me to stop,” he spoke looking into my eyes as he undid the button on my trousers, tantalizingly slowly pulling down the fly.

“Don't stop, please, don't ever stop,” my fingers bunched in the bedding as he, as if enslaved, bent his head dutifully to my thigh where he proceeded to kiss and nibble through the fabric of the thin uniform trousers.

“lift your hips,” he slid the trousers from my lower half, maintaining eye contact he slid them lovingly from my legs, savouring them much like he had been the tea, taking his time to kiss and touch everywhere. He was obviously a man well practised in these rituals, the thought ever so slightly saddened me. Once he had removed them and my socks he lifted my thigh up above his shoulder, kissing along the flesh.

“you're beautiful, you know, all the cadets stare at you...sometimes even captains and commanders,” I blushed brightly now and covered my face with my hands, this was all too embarrassing. With this he stopped his ministrations and reached up to uncover my face “don't look away, watch me touch you.” He was always so straight forward, it drove me mad in the best of ways.

Leaning down again, he breathed onto my sex, the heat making me wetter, it certainly did not help when he began to kiss against my clitoris through my underwear, making out with my pussy lips as sensually as he had done with my mouth

“ah!” I drawled immediately, gripping onto his hair once more. This was so dirty and wrong, having my superior kneeling in front of me, eating me out, but how could I deny those slender fingers that tickled my stomach and brushed the laced edges of my underwear or the soft lips, warm tongue, that caressed me tenderly and lovingly, even if it was only an illusion. I couldn't help but moan as my dream came true in front of my eyes.

“Hey, you still there?” he murmured against me making me whimper.

“Yes, it's just,” I paused to collect my thoughts, screwing my eyes shut to block out the sensual image of the Captain so dishevelled, red lips swollen.

“what?” He breathed, palms kneading my thighs.

 “it's too much, I feel like I'm going to explode!” He snorted at my bold claim “I mean, not like that.. well maybe, uh,” I stammered, shamefully hiding my face once more.

“Hmm please do Y/N,” he said as he carefully began to pull down my panties, the cold immediately hitting me making me suddenly feel very bare and vulnerable. He kissed at my stomach as he pried open my legs “watch me,” with those words he eyed my exposed pussy mumbling “beautiful,” before leaning in to taste. He licked a long stripe up my lips before spreading them with his fingers making me almost cum on the spot.

 “Levi,” I gasped as he continued to tenderly tongue my sex before slowly inserting a finger. “Oh god, oh god, don't stop please, ah,” I tried to clamp my legs shut but he wouldn't let me, continuing to finger me and suck at my clitoris.

He then, to top it off, curled his tongue into my opening, making me squirm and scream quietly, attempting, feebly, to not awake the other soldiers “Levi, Levi, Levi, I'm going to... I can't, I'm cumming aaaahhhh!” I rode out my orgasm against his tongue that was pumping into me, fucking me as I clenched, and even more humiliatingly, squirted. Luckily, he had pulled away at least a little but he held me down as he watched the clear streams of liquid squeezed out of my body, clearly fascinated by the whole ordeal.

 “huh, I guess you really meant it,” he mused, dipping his fingers into me before sucking them clean, moaning around them whilst he palmed himself a little.

 “Captain, let me suck you off.”

He raised his eyebrows, “well isn't that a line out of a wet dream,” he commented as he quickly shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Though his cool words didn't quite match his clearly flustered outward demeanour.

I followed his lead, albeit slower than him, feeling a little silly sitting there in only a shirt and jacket. When it came to removing my bra he knelt beside me on the bed, kissing my lips as he unhooked it himself, letting the thing drop from my shoulders with wide eyes to finally reveal my naked form.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he ran his fingers through his hair as if distressed before making the decision to run his hands over my body, groping at my breasts before latching on to a nipple, toying with the other in his fingers

 “ah, Levi, isn't it y-your turn?”

"I want to fucking kiss you everywhere,” he growled, blatantly ignoring me in favour of leaving love bites in his wake, dark purple and littered over both of my breasts. As I saw he had completely lost control, I reached down to his cock, running lightly over his trousers with my fingertips. He bit his lip and growled.

 “Okay then, have your wish, suck off your captain and that is an order.”

“Yes sir,” I spoke darkly, a slave to his words and as he laid back, I straddled his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers with slight urgency. Pulling them down, he kicked them off his legs and I did the same with his boxers, placing them all in a pile on the floor making him huff in agitation, but the promise of my lips wrapped around his cock left him unable to move.

He guided me, showing me how to move my hands against his manhood. It was velvety soft and I felt honoured with this task to see Captain Levi in such an exposed state, only following his instincts. I became bolder, stroking his balls and then running my fingers over the tip before licking the head a little like an ice lolly. “hmmm,” he growled grabbing my hair

“let me in, please,” he pleaded with me, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he panted desperately, leaning up on his elbows to watch me. Since I knew it's what he wanted I attempted to accommodate his large size into my mouth. and when I did, I felt stuffed full, unable to make any intelligible sounds.

“shit,” he exclaimed whilst I tugged him off where my mouth couldn't reach, moving my mouth up and down, although, eventually just letting him get up to his knees and fuck my mouth.

He went in a little deeper each time and I clawed at his hips, moaning at the lewd sounds coming from us both. “say my name now, say it!”

 “Leeeveiihmph,” you mumbled around his dick.

 “Oh fuck,” he contorted forward, leaning over me now, clearly coming undone soon. “Oh god again, say it again. Say it with your mouth stuffed full of my fucking cock.”

 “Levi!” Tears streamed from my eyes “Levi!” I tried to please him as he fucked my face faster and I fondled his balls.

 “Shit, fuck, your mouth is so good, I'm coming,” he pulled out of my mouth making me choke and gag, exhausted.

 “come inside, please Levi,” I whispered hoarsely which seemed to snap something inside him because he slammed back into me and I watched his face screw up, eyes shut as creamy hot liquid shot down my throat.

I licked and sucked him clean until he softened and I pulled away. He surprisingly lent down to kiss my lips softly, a silent thank you, although more than that as he continued to kiss me. He's so passionate, I thought as he kept kissing my lips, nipping and sucking at my lower, pulling me on top of him.

 “Do you want me to be your first?” he asked seriously “a 35 year old man, do you want to not have this to give to the one you love?”

“Yes,” I didn't even have to think about it “if you're waiting for me to stop you, rest assured it's the last thing I want. Life is too short to wait.”

 “I want you so many ways,” he murmured

 “have me, any way you like, I've always wanted this,”

 “me too,” this revelation surprised me and he could clearly see that on my face.

“You couldn't see me looking at you in training?” I shook my head “didn't notice me touch you, brush up against you? Question why I'd always request you in my quarters?” I shook my head again “Jesus Christ what else don't you notice? A horse and cart coming head on?” he exclaimed clearly just as shocked as me.

“I thought it was all in my head, I thought you hated me,” I spoke loudly

“fuck me. Look I don't know what this is but clearly we are attracted to one another. It's always been there,” I silently agreed, knowing now the heat of my presence must have been driving him insane as much as he had me.

“I don't want anyone else, I want you any way you'd have me.” I think I love you. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, hopefully he could read the intensity of my passion through my eyes. I bent over, my ass in the air and chest against his. “So have me Levi, please.”

“Oh you really want this don't you. Well I can't deny you life's simple pleasures...” he was half hard again and jerked himself off underneath me.

 “This is going to hurt, lay down Y/N," I did so beside him, staring into his eyes as he climbed on top of my body, pressing the tip of his manhood to my entrance, slowly pushing inside making me open my mouth and gasp, quickly grabbing his shoulders.

“ow ow ow, stop!” he did so quickly and looked down at my pained face

“I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry,” his words melted my heart in a way I hadn't expected and he brushed the hair out of my face to kiss my lips, I leaned up to catch his before he pulled away but what I hadn't expected was for him to ram himself into me during that sweet kiss making me cry out in pain, but it wasn't too much, I felt like I could take it.

“Don't move,” I barely huffed out, my hands on my stomach, as though I might be able to feel him poking through. I felt so full, full of him, I wished it would never end.

“I'm sorry, It's easier if your relaxed, I wanted to distract you.” he fumbled, clearly regretting his decision “I'll stop, we can do this another time, you're not ready.”

“No!” I grabbed his shoulders to stop him, “I told you, not to ever stop. Fuck me Captain Levi.”

he kissed my lips heatedly as he pulled out smoothly, right to the tip before slowly guiding himself back inside to the warm heat of my entrance.

“Mmmm” I hummed, head lulling back in pleasure as he grunted lowly. He continued to stroke me inside slowly and carefully, driving me crazy “heh, Levi,” I panted, nails digging into his back for purchase “mm, harder,” that was all the conformation he needed before he began losing himself like a wild animal, sucking at my neck and biting hard as if he wanted to consume all of me.

“Levi, Levi, Levi” I chanted looking into his grey eyes “it's so deep ah harder please, don't stop,” The headboard began to slam with our movements, the tray of tea wobbling precariously a top his small dresser table.

“Fuck you're so tight, and so goddamn sensitive,” he grabbed my wrists in one hand whilst pinning them to the bed as he continued to chase his orgasm as well as my own. Fucking me slowly and deeply, hearing the smack of skin against skin each time we rejoined, eyes glued on the spot where he disappeared into mw, fascinated and turned on just as much as I was to watch his own large cock disappear inside of me.

“Levi,” I whispered, catching his attention and, in a moment of madness I spoke the words “put your hands around my neck.” I don't know why I wanted it so badly at the time but all I remember is that it felt fucking good.

His eyes darkened and he slammed into me, bringing his hands away from my wrists and onto my delicate, porcelain throat. His long fingers wrapped around tightly, his eyes staring into my lust filled ones questioningly. “Do it.”

And so he did, wrapping them tighter he began to squeeze making my eyes roll into the back of my head at the immense pleasure of it all and my back arched, toes curled, I was coming. I clenched so tightly around his cock that he stopped thrusting and just shivered, releasing my neck as I proclaimed his name to the empty room.

“That's it let them know who made you cum so hard,” he spoke between thrusts, before pistoning into me quickly once again, trying to keep me in one place in the bed before pulling out.

 “No, cum inside, please, Levi,”

 “Shit, my name's never going to sound the same on your lips,” he mumbled, sliding sinfully back inside your wet cavern. “This is what you want hmm? You're filthy,” he thrust quickly, bruising my hips where he held before shouting “fuck, Y/N”- just in case any other soldiers hadn't been woken up already- loudly into the dark, shooting his hot seed inside almost making me cum a third time.

I lay in a dazed state as he collapsed onto me, his head buried in the crook of my neck as I rubbed up and down his undercut. Slowly he pulled out making me wince

“Shit, now we really are sinners,” he chuckled half-heartedly, guilt tainting his tone.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded and he didn't bother to protest, and that's how we stayed, laying in one another's arms until the sun rose the next day.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fluff #shy reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #attack on titan fandom #attack on titan fanfiction

[thelikesoffinn]

hi! Just found your blog, and your analysis of Astarion is so interesting and in depth, Iove it! I'm debating whether writing a story with a human monk Tav because I think that can be a fun play on opposites attract, where she's solemn and stoic, but weirdly funny and and ready to help those in trouble, so he warms to her slowly because where was she etc. now in my playthrough he got mind controlled by Nere, and attacked Tav. I can't put down how he would feel? My opinion is that he'd try to distance himself (approval was quite high by then) because he's reminded of cazador 's control and that he's more monster than man. Also, would it be realistic for him not to want tav to go to cazador because he's ashamed/afraid for her life at this point? Or is it too early in his healing for him to think like that? Sorry, long one, thank you!

Well hello there! Thank you so much, duck, I'm so so happy you enjoyed all my rambling! Really honestly, you chaps all have no idea how happy your enjoyment makes me ♥

First: Human Monk Tav x Astarion will definitely be glorious and I hope the muses bless your creative process! We all love a good slow burn opposite attracts romance, that's the good stuff. (And I'm so hyped someone else sees the humour in stoicism. That shit is genuinely funny and not enough people appreciate it, I'm calling it.)

Then, regarding the mind-control issue: Pew! That's really a pickle, because I think it definitely toes the line between what Astarion would want to do and what he is actually able to do.

Generally, I'd say Astarion is one to shy away from dealing with his problems head on - especially the problems he's caused himself because guilt is something our boy absolutely can't face. So I absolutely do believe there's some part of him that just wants to up and dust.

I don't think, however, that distancing himself is something Astarion would ever actually do for a multitude of reasons, really.

First off, and possibly most importantly: The nere-battle is still rather early in the story. That means Astarion is still very likely in survival mode, which means he is painfully aware of every dangerous thing around him.

So that means, he is acutely aware that he needs Tav and their group to survive which, in turn, means he needs Tav right there by his side because they're the only thing that stands between him and the rest of the group. He can be somewhat safe as long as Tav is there vouching for him, so he can't let anyone get in between them.

In order to achieve that, he has to stick close to Tav. Distance creates an opening that someone else could take and the minute someone else slides in, Astarion "knows" (i.e. believes) he's done for. So distancing himself is more dangerous than staying close to Tav, who may currently be miffed because he's attacked them.

Furthermore, Astarion is a master of minimsation. (Only where he is concearned, of course, he's all drama regarding everyone else.) And he's brilliant in blaming other people for things he does.

So instead of distancing himself, which could harm him more than it'd do good at this point, he's more likely to just shrug the whole thing off. He does so when he kills Tav while feeding and that was really entirely his fault, so in a situation like this? Where he can actually blame someone else, too??? Damn, that's easy pray for our pointy-toothed scoundrel. Time to down play the issue and turn up the sexy to make good old Tav forget he was a bad boy for a minute there!

I do agree, however, that being controlled like that is definitely difficult for Astarion because, as you said, it reminds him of how Cazador used him. The wounds are still extremely fresh at this point, to the point that even I as a social worker would hesitate to work on anything regarding that area of his life, because it could easily lead to a melt down. Sometimes people need to calm down and heal a bit before you can tackle specific topics in a good way, which is definitely the case here.

Regarding the last point: Difficult to say, to be honest, as I'm not 100% sure which time frame we're specifically looking at. If we're still around the same point in the story as before - the Nere part - I'd definitely say it's slightly too early for him to worry much about it. At this point he's only just getting more comfortable around Tav and it's still a while before anything close to a relationship happens. Right now, he wants to be free and he wants to be safe and that likely takes precedence.

The further we get in the story, the more likely it is that he'll have mixed feelings about bringing Tav anywhere near Cazador and his old "home". Facing down your abuser leaves you really vulnerable and, more importantly, there's a chance Tav might leave him after finding out about all of the things he's done. Of course he slowly learns to trust them, but I think we're all well aware that this will take time.

Before Tav, he was all alone for so so long. Nobody helped him, nobody stayed with him, nobody ever did anything for him. It will take a long time to unlearn that.

Puh, you said yours was long and here's me making it even longer! I'm sorry, duck, but I hope I answered all your questions! ♥

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate #bg3 tav #tav #astarion x tav #baldurs gate tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion romance #bg3 astarion #bg3 asks #astarion x reader #astarion asks

[millenniumdueled]

The Day of Judgement: part 2

The bridge creaks under each step, but the Other Yugi doesn't waver or flinch as he walks to the mesa where Raphael waits, an island towering over the desert floor below.

"What've you done with Professor Hawkins?!" he demands.

Raphael smirks. "Oh, I left that old man somewhere in the desert. He served his purpose already. But since you've come all this way... You might as well stay a while.

As soon as Yugi reaches the stone platform, the man across from him draws two large throwing knives from his coat, hurling them simultaneously in Yugi's direction. But he doesn't flinch as the blades wizz past either side of his head, nor as he hears the taught rope supports snap, not even as the bridge crashes against the cliff far across the chasm from the mesa where they stand.

As he readies his Duel Disk, Raphael speaks of a dark and lonely world, poisoned by mankind. How his God and Guardians have promised a new world, free from the people who've ruined it. That it starts by defeating the Nameless Pharaoh. That it's an honor to do so.

"What do you know of Honor?" the Other Yugi growls, drawing his first hand. "You think killing all of these innocent people is justice? Don'tyou see the God you're following is a God of evil?"

Raphael scoffs, but the looks he gives his opponent is pity.

"We each walk on the road we believe in, with our own justice in mind. Which direction does Doma go? Justice or evil? Only history will tell. And all we can do at this moment is bet on our own justice."

The Other Yugi narrows his eyes, and their Duel begins.

As they play, Raphael explains his past. That his family was lost at sea after their luxury cruise was caught in a storm. That Raphael was the only survivor, that he was protected by Guardians of the island on which he found himself. That when he returned to society, he found it cold and uncivilized. That Dartz had promised to save the world by starting it anew.

The cards he plays keep him drawing cards, keep his monsters from the graveyard at all costs. The Other Yugi tries to play fast and hard, to end this thing before his opponent can draw that cursed card. Maybe no one has to lose their soul here, if he can just win quickly enough--!

Raphael plays Purity of the Cemetery, a card that deals both players damage for every monster in their graveyard. But he's been careful, keeping his own monsters from the grave by any means necessary, speaking of the Guardians who had protected him before. But Yugi grits his teeth, glancing at his own discard pile, filling up fast as he tries to rush through this game before the stakes are raised.

The odds are against him, but he summons the great dragon Timaeus to fuse with Dark Magician Girl. This has to be it!

And that's when the tables turn. Raphael actiaves the magic card Exchange, demanding both players choose a card from their opponent's hand. The Other Yugi feels his chest tighten. There's only one card in both their hands.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, the nervous way that Yugi addresses them inside their heart. Head held high, he walks across the mesa to meet Raphael in the middle. As the other man towers over them, their eyes meet, and there's that look of pity again. The Other Yugi says nothing as he exchanges his Necromancy, and he doesn't even need to look at the card he receives.

"you can't play that, other me," Yugi gasps.

"I know, Partner."

But the stone around his neck glows, burning against his collar bone.

But as the Duel resumes, he draws, and his lifepoints drop again for every monster in his graveyard, while Raphael's hold steady. He orders Dark Magician Girl the Dragon knight to attack, but Raphael activates a trap that leaves her encased in crystal and useless.

Behind Raphael, the first rays of dawn break from the horizon.

"I know you want to use that Seal," Raphael muses. "I can see it in your eyes. You know that's the only way to win, Nameless Pharaoh."

The Other Yugi curses under his breath, sets a monster in defense and ends his turn. Raphael attacks both Yugi's set monster and his lifepoints too.

That stone burns the Other Yugi's skin again.

"other me you can't. if you don't play it, nobody has to lose their soul, please--" Yugi begs. But the sound makes his Other Self's head throb. He stares down at the card in his hand. "we might lose, but we can all just walk away and--"

"I can't lose," the Other Yugi gasps, out loud but under his breath. For a moment, he remembers the last time his Partner begged him like this, pleaded with him as Kaiba stood precariously at the edge of Pegasus's castle. He remembers the fear in Kaiba's eyes then. The desperation in Yugi's voice now. The humiliation as his attack was called off as his lifepoints dropped to zero. He can't do that again. He can't fucking lose again!!!!

He feels Yugi tug at the reins, try to take control of their body.

He feels that stone burning like fire against his skin.

"other me, don't do this! don't do this don't do this!!!" Yugi screams, but his voice is already drowned out, pushed aside as his Other Self locks the door of his soul room and plays his only option.

As the Seal of Orichalcos disappears into the Field Card tray of his Duel Disk, a rush of heat and power washes over him, feeling like his skin is burning away as the glowing Seal appears on his forehead. He screams, falling to his knees as the Circle spreads below them, trapping both Duelists inside their cruel fate.

All Yugi can do now is watch helplessly as he gasps, "what have you done?"

#ooc #plot #arc: what the doma?! #pretend I posted this like 2 hours ago

[hymemena]

The Quarry Sentence Starters

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: Swearing, violence, injury, animal attack mention, suggestive

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"Swarm of bears?"

"Fine… Okay. Once again, -muse- puts themself in mortal danger for the sake of their 'work friends.'"

"Just… How can you be so certain?"

"If I let my conscience slow me down, now, everything gets a lot worse for everyone. Believe me."

"Ah-ah, you'll have it when I say you'll have it."

"Alright, huddle up boys, this is how we're gonna do this."

"There's a half naked girl/boy waiting for you back there, -name-, what are you doing?"

"It was… It was okay."

"They seemed pretty insistent we stay in the lodge."

"I'm just desperate to stay afloat in a world where everyone wants to be different."

"Sometimes things just don't make sense."

"Fuck!"

"Son of a binky-bonky!"

"Well, at least I don't look and smell like a butt."

"Podcast, huh?"

"Family is very important."

"Does this look like the Goddamn Harbinger Motel to you?!"

"Maybe they don't check their voicemail."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I saw it online."

"I don't know! This was my first cop!"

"You're a horrible person."

"You shot me?! I'm telling mom!"

"You stabbed me. That really hurt."

"Goodbye, cruel world! The final curtain is calling and there's no time for an encore…"

"Who should we call?"

"Ninety-one one."

"You mean nine-one-one? Who says ninety-one-one?"

"Okay, well, just because you're using 'logic' to 'make sense' doesn't mean that I'm totally into it."

"Hey, you're singing off-key."

"We are being hunted by literal monsters and this is what scares you?!"

"Oh my God. You are so childish."

"Yeah, if they made a podcast called 'How To Look And Smell Like A Butt.'"

"-Muse-, what's your position?"

"Uhm… Standing?"

"I just can't wait to see who they choose to play me. In the movie about how brave I am."

"Maybe you should have asked them out on a date?"

"Damn it! I missed my shot!"

"P-A-R-T… Why the fuck not?"

"Check out my huge melons!"

"There's been a horrible accident--Attack. Some stuff's bad here."

"I'm not gonna fuck a bear."

"Sorry!"

"Why didn't you tell me there was something out there?!"

"I don't know what I saw!"

"Oh my God, -Muse-, you won't believe this! It's… Nothing."

"Yeah, well… Worse things have happened this summer."

"You beefed it."

"Ah, not this time, motherfucker!"

"And what? Risk another run-in with Captain Deliverance?"

"Well, that bodes ill!"

"Whoa, watch your step!"

"Why'd you do that?"

"You told me to!"

"That was a bad idea."

"Huh. Rude."

"They get kinda hot when they're bossy, huh?"

"I'm always hot, pencil dick."

"It's my beer-dar. Helps me dar for beers."

"It's not a secret room! It's just hidden… By stuff…"

"Yeah, that's what a secret is!"

"I haven't ever been stabbed before."

"Why is there what I can only hope is strawberry jelly on your face?"

"Oh, yeah, no. I'm pretty sure it's blood."

"You can't hide from me in my own house, fucker!"

"You're a fucker!"

""Oh, so now I'm blind, too, you motherfucker!"

"Why does everyone blame everything on bears?"

"Okay, so for the sake of argument, what if that 'bear' that cut our phone line and just cut out all the power-- What if that bear is waiting for us out in the hallway?"

"What's wrong with this thing? It's just closing!"

"Sorry, bro!"

"Double skill!"

"Ow! Mother… Hubbard!"

"No… They're funny!"

"Moment's gone."

"…But not forgotten."

"No… -Muse-… Don't do it… Stop…"

"Herd of bears."

"Yeah, I've heard of bears."

"I can try to encourage them."

"Go for it! You guys can do it! --it's not working."

"You know that's kind of a movie-only thing, right?"

"I mean, you bang someone on the head you're more likely to kill them or leave them with permanent brain damage… Not just 'knock 'em out.'"

#roleplay memes #rp memes #rp starters #writing prompts #roleplay starters #sentence starters #dialogue starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue rp meme #dialogue roleplay meme #sentence rp meme #sentence prompts #video game rp meme #video game roleplay meme #video game roleplay starters #video game rp starters

[lordoftherazzles]

Yell about With Good Intentions!!

How did you know I am thoroughly obsessed with this AU at this very moment??? (probably because I won't shut up about it)

YEAH, I GET TO TALK ABOUT THE DEMON AU!!!

Let's just get this over with, this fic is HUGELY Supernatural, Good Omens, and Lucifer inspired...in ways. Some have more influence than others, but look. (I got nothing else, let's talk about the fic.)

Can you believe I've been fleshing this fic out since like....July?

...

Bilbo is a known "burglar of souls" through the demon circuit he works, but has grown tired of the day-to-day operations, and increasingly tired of his superior, Smaug. He's been planning to flee for a long time now, but never had the opportunity. When the time feels right, he makes an attempt, which comes with stealing from Smaug's vaults on the way out in order to have enough of a "stash" of things to get him by.

That goes as well as you can expect, and Bilbo escapes by the skin of his teeth, and now must find some sort of safety - which he finds in the company of a monster hunter, Thorin Durin (who is very NOT happy about this).

Now, how does a demon make a deal with a hunter destined to kill him? An offer he can't refuse, of course! Thorin, reluctant to agree, has his brother's life dangled before him - Frerin died months ago on a case, and honestly, he's desperate enough to buy that, as Thorin continues to blame himself. He protects Bilbo, Bilbo eventually gives Frerin back, and that's it, that's the deal.

or...you know....is it? 👀

There's a magic ring, some soul stealing, monsters, deception, and it's a lot of fun! (I already have the first chapter done....)

“Give me three good reasons as to why I should help you.” “I'm so glad you asked,” Bilbo grinned as he shifted uncomfortably to sit up better. “You help people—” “You're not a person,” Thorin interrupted with a snarl, which was promptly ignored. “You know what I am and what I can do. I have an offer you can't refuse,” Bilbo continued, sounding so professional and matter-of-fact as if there wasn't blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with bruises decorating his skin. “And if you don't let me in, I will wake every single one of your neighbors and ensure you get evicted for a third time,” he threatened harshly, his hazel eyes locking with blues before they took on a solid inky hue.  “What was it you said to me the last time we ran into one another?” Thorin mused, playfully thoughtful, even if nothing about this was playful at all. In fact, the memory of being three steps behind this demon, that had been his target far too many times, only made his blood boil beneath his skin. “Better luck next time.” (With Good Intentions, Coming later this year!)

Ask me about my WIPs!

#raz answers #sunnyrosewritesstuff #bagginshield #raz wips #razpb #I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC

[memepocalypse]

Awoo! Memes for werewolves

El Woo Woo strikes again. Is your muse a werewolf? or has your muse just discovered another is a werewolf? Catch these memes for woowoos here!

For the werewolf

"You're messing with me, right?"

"Very funny."

"Does it... hurt?"

"Can I see?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I have to re-evaluate my world view, just... give me a minute."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"What do you look like?"

"Are you going to lose control?"

"Did you get bitten?"

"Are vampires real too?"

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Should I be afraid of you?"

"Wait... you're serious."

For the human

"Full moon tonight."

"You need to stay away from me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"No, you can't see."

"Go! Go!"

"Yes, it hurts. It really fucking hurts."

"It's fucking terrifying, every time."

"I was bitten when I was [age]."

"Oh, yeah. That's the scar from when I was bitten."

"I'm terrified I'm going to kill someone."

"I'm a monster."

"I want to fucking kill them."

"It's like it's trying to get out of my chest."

"I want to bite. I want to rip and tear and hurt."

"It's too late."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #meme #roleplay #rp #werewolf meme

[randomnameless]

Beating a dead horse but seeing a post this morning (and an earlier fanart) made me think about it -

In good or in Bad, Nopes has characters mentionning how having a crest makes them “monsters” (in good it’s when Miklan supports someone and calls them super rad, in BaD it’s when Uncle Rufus insults Dimitri).

But it’s also, more or less, the same thing happening in the Momo paralogue - we have mentions of how Momo was “turned into a beast” due to his Crest power :(

We also the biggest fuck you - if the player knows everything about the lore though, where Marianne goes :

The Wandering Beast's eviscerated body... Only human bones and this sword remaining.

This “sword” is also a bone, but not a human one so we don’t give a fuck?

Anyways, more about the inital point to make : 

Many times in the Fodlan games’ script, we see the association that Crusts or Relics make people “monsters” and not “humans”.

And while we can muse and legit angst about the crested humans who are basically “insulted” because of their blood, what about Nabateans themselves?

In a verse where Supreme Leader and the Mole People keep on calling them beasts/creatures/other beings without “humanity” or capable of “human feelings”, how do they react to someone, maybe Miklan meaning it as a praise, calling a crested peep a “monster”?

Nabateans have crests, of course, and aren’t humans. Does this automatically make them monsters? Can’t they coexist with humans or even live with them, because they are “monsters” and not “humans”?

Are they still “monsters” when they are the one who look after humans abandoned by their own kin ?

Marianne ultimately goes :

The blood of a beast no longer flows through me. I feel human for once.

But what should Flayn or Seteth (or even Billy) think about this line? What does it mean to “feel” human? Seteth is a “beast” but writes fables for children, are his feelings “human”?

They are not bio-humans, so are their feelings automatically “not human”? Or something that is removed or cannot be understood by “humanity”?

(this reminds me of something in a certain route...)

Of course a positive point can be inferred from Marianne’s paralogue, who says this last line after having put an end to Momo’s sorry life who uwu “suffered for his murderous past” (nothing about Jack the Nabatean of course, it’s not like the games give a fuck about them, nor like Marianne reacts to Rhea’s infodump about her shiny sword and Momo’s sin) - was Momo a beast because of his “murderous past” and not because of his appearance/nature ? 

I’d love to believe it...

But FE16 reminds us that Miklan “turned into a beast” after using the Relic - or at least that’s what we’re told. Miklan was still “human” when he did his thief things, pillages and, in FE16, seduced women - but the second he transformed that’s when he became “a beast”.

We know how transformation in a demonic beast happens - when a human holds a crest stone or uses a relic - but in a way, Rhea’s lies also made sense : transforming in a black beast is a sort of punishment because the human who transforms, naturally, aka not Waldified, was in both instances we see, someone who was already a “monster”, albeit not biologically, but someone who killed/pillaged/did bandit things.

Something like “you act as a monster, then your body shall reflect it”.

Tldr : in a game where there are non-humans, what does it mean to be human? When so many characters angst about not being “humans” due to crests and whatnot, why does it matter at the end of the day?

Yes, Flayn is not human, but she has more compassion than the entire cast reunited given how she “died” to heal everyone once. Is she a monster because - assuming she has one - she can enter a bestial form, even if she has “human” feelings ?

Imagine Marianne or Claude telling a Nabatean, like Seteth, Momo turned into a Monster because of over usage of his relic, and Seteth being in a better game, reacting with something like “Maurice became a monster the day he participed in the genocide of a tribe of people living in mountains, feasted on their corpses and descrated them to craft a weapon, regardless of his outer appearance”.

No wonder after 1000 years of humans angsting about “no i have a crest i am not a human i am a monster :( :( :(” Rhea was afraid Billy would reject her after knowing she is not a human, having witnessed her “other form”.

And again, sure, Dimitri, Uncle Rufus, Miklan and the student cast (save for maybe Claude but the “humanity” nonsense was added by Pat) don’t know about Nabateans or the fact there are “non-humans” living with them, but Doylist wise, we’re still playing a game where Nabateans are “othered” and treated like “abominations” for the sin of not being humans, and humans feeling like “monsters” for having nabatean blood... and Nabateans themselves are never allowed to react to this.

As cute as Flayn’s supports with Dimitri were, we don’t have something where Flayn tries to ask him - in a roundabout way - if he would still be her friend if he knew she was not human but a “beast” (and Dimitri laughing at her because come on, Flayn, being a beast/monster? and then what, she roars? Monsters are people who slaughter others and love violence, even if she was made of, say, sugar cubes, or could transform in a giant wolf, she’d never be a monster!). 

Is it because of Earl Grey, or because this question trumps everything about “we want to tell a story about a 3 way war” and makes everything else pointless?

#sunday rants #it's like the sunday meal but saltier #FE16 #3 Nopes #mentionned though #It's a crime how underutilised it the lol-lore route Nabateans are #that's why VW falls so utterly flat imo #no lines against the Dudes no lines against Momo #it's a miracle they had lines against Macuil'n'Indech though #nabatean stuff

[y-rhywbeth2]

Is there any thoughts and musings around Vel and the other chosen of Bhaal (idk if you keep the choice of Torlin Silvershield or not!)

(I should probably note that I would prefer never to read Murder in Baldur's Gate and am basing my headcanons and understanding of the characters on their wiki page alone)

Running on the assumption that Bhaal returned at his original status of Intermediate Power before the end of the Second Sundering, and was capable of having more than one Chosen, I'd have that category include Torlin Silvershield, Rilsa Rael, Orin the Red and Vel himself, all empowered in 1482 DR. I guess it'd be hard to include Ulder and keep it canon compliant, but I do think it'd be funny for Vel to be aware of that Bhaal considered it - would Wyll or Ulder ever believe him? Probably not. But he remembers... The Dark Urge is described alternatively as Bhaal's avatar and his prophet, so I assume Vel was warned before hand and prepared for both Bhaal's return and the potential candidates for his chosen.

Vel's general opinion on the concept of other Chosen, regardless of who they are, is that they aren't any different from any other servant of his Father. They are favoured, and high ranking and he expects them to serve the interests of the church and their god above all other things - and answer to him. As Bhaal's walking avatar upon the mortal world, obviously he outranks them. His relationships remain personal and professional, regardless of his own opinion on them as a person. He does look down on Torlin and Rilsa a bit, because they're not true faithful, but whatever. It's not for him to question Bhaal's will in deciding who serves him... even if he is killing and mutilating Torlin in his mind every time he perceives him.

I'm thinking that both Torlin and Rilsa were allied to the Bhaalist cult before Bhaal's return, and lived their lives indirectly (even unknowingly) strengthening the deity and his temple.

Starting with Grand Duke Silvershield: Torlin would have told you that they were such very good chums, and he would've believed it. Vel would smile politely and tell you the same thing, while stabbing him in his mind. Growing up below the poverty line, then being homeless between the ages 8-15 and so desperate for food he was driven to discover the joys of cannibalism (unaware of the fact that he can't actually starve to death) has certainly not given him a chip on his shoulder about the rich and powerful, nor has he ever taken "eat the rich" literally. Nope.

Torlin ties in nicely to my headcanon about the Bhaalists running red rooms in the Undercellar; a headcanon slightly inspired by Pillars of Eternity, where there was a performing troupe doing literal snuff plays for depraved nobles who could hide behind their wealth and privilege. Torlin was introduced to Vel and Bhaal when he was young, visiting the Undercellar to bask in its bad reputation and look edgy and grown up, as teenagers do. Unlike some of his friends, Torlin's interest of the sick, evil crap that was rumoured to be happening down there was genuine. The Bhaalists use divination magic like detect thoughts and detect alignment in order to pick out potential clients/converts in the crowd (as well as trading notes with the Loviatans and the Sharessans (more discreetly) for who amongst their clientele really likes the bad stuff).

And they picked up on Torlin, and a nice heavily veiled person offered him a mask and asked him if he'd like to see a private show, because he seems like he'd really fit in with their exclusive clientele, and edgy, genuinely kind of fucked up teenage Toril agrees. (It's ok! the "guest actors" are all criminals, monsters, vagrants, adventurers... nobody "important.")

As far as Vel was concerned, Torlin was evidence that the world was an inherently terrible place when you look closely enough, and he was doing people a favour by sparing them from living in it.

And so the future Grand Duke grew up visiting red rooms and snuff plays and maintaining an interesting circle of friends, who he was happy to help make even more connections in government. He often mentioned during his little chats with Vel in his drawing room about a young man making waves amongst the halls of power, incredible knack for invention young Enver has... Vel made a note to keep an eye on him in case Gortash became somebody useful, or a hinderance, but mostly ignored this.

As far as my own canon goes, Torlin retained Gond as his patron deity, and was genuinely Master of the Hall of Wonder, but he certainly worshipped Bhaal through his actions and was a great friend to his temple. When he died, the temple saluted his memory during the Feast of the Moon that year - Vel was uncharacteristically enthusiastic about it.

-

Rilsa was a little more on Vel's level, though he'd loooong since given into depression and stopped giving a shit about anything except the pleasure Bhaal could give him. He lost her idealism and belief that getting rid of those in power would do anything at all to improve things before he hit 20, but hey, she's happy to work with and be sponsored by the shady assassins and we do so admire a creative butcher. He certainly wasn't above using his miserable childhood experiences and legitimate bitterness and dislike of the wealthy to play on her sympathies and get her to see him as an ally. If they'd met when he was young, he would've seen her as a genuine ally.

And Rilsa did see him as an ally, she maybe wasn't completely up to date on what her allies were (beyond one of those oddball cults who refuse to move on after their gods' deaths) but they were very useful. Any maybe they did tend to push her towards the more murderous options now and then... Rilsa maybe enjoyed killing and hurting the oppressive classes a little more than was healthy.

Where Torlin was an advantage in getting the temple connections and worshippers in the upper ranks, Rilsa was one of their best connections on the street level.

Rilsa, an idealist willing to take creative and "ruthless" measures in achieving her goals, often worked with the crazy murder cultists worshipping their dead god. She provided the Garden of Whispers for the Bhaalists to have their clandestine meetings in, when the Undercellar or the Undercity weren't ideal. The unofficial public forums in the Calim Jewel Emporium were useful for identifying sacrificial targets who had pissed everybody off so much that wouldn't make too many waves - some would even put you in public favour if you offed them.

The fact that she was buddies with Ettvard Needle and may have been able to sway his opinion before writing incriminating things about her allies certainly helped in making her allies fond of her.

Rilsa doesn't strike me as the type who'd work well in the temple for the long run (too much cosying up to nobility and preying on the poor and powerless), so I'd guess that Bhaal withdrew his power and revoked her Chosen status after the Sundering was done. She might still be an ally, if she's not aware of the Bhaalist's other friends.

Between Torlin pulling the strings in the halls of power, and Rilsa disrupting law enforcement, the two of them (unwittingly) managed to work together to secure Bhaalist holds on the watch and the Flaming Fist.

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Ulder Ravenguard, obviously, never became a Chosen, but he could've been. He didn't become one, so Vel never paid him any attention, and post-game Vel and Bhaal aren't on speaking terms and Vel doesn't live in Baldur's Gate anymore, so it's not his problem. He still has to bite his tongue and fight to roll his eyes at the mention of the man and his virtuous nature.

Ulder remains blissfully oblivious to all this.

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Orin would be in her own category, which would come with content warnings for horrible fucked up shit that comes from being raised in a cult with a fixation on keeping holy bloodlines "pure" that neither of them were happy about.

Mostly their relationship consisted of Vel ignoring her (he did not expect her to live to adulthood) and little Orin trying to get his attention/upstage him for Bhaal's attention and accidentally gaining a smidgeon of Vel's condescending respect/affection for her drive, skill and attitude (she doesn't care - die and acknowledge my worth, damn you!)

I'm so proud of her for stabbing him.

#Ulder Ravenguard; Chosen of Bhaal is a hilarious concept #OCs #Vel #long post #the problem with long posts is that it starts to be hard to track what I have or haven't said and whether it's on topic #edgelord hours

[lindendragon]

Hunted Grimwalker au

Okay, another toh grimwalker au concept that was brought on by my musings about how Grimwalkers must have a lot of misconceptions floating around them, as well as demonizing and dehumanizing depictions in articles and media due to the fact that they are canonically implied to be creatures of legends in the modern era, and that clashing with a random thought about the initial plot of the movie "Space sweepers" and yeah… anyway thanks for @sergeantsporks for helping fix the initial concept in a way that it made sense.

Hunter somehow finds out about the draining spell sometime pre-canon and, after having a crisis over the fact that Belos wants to wipe out all life in the demon realm, he decides to leave, as he doesn't want part in having an entire nation die.

He isn't caught initially, but the Collector probably snitches on him but gives him a headstart cause it's more fun that way, so Hunter gets confronted by Belos on his way out the castle. During the confrontation, Belos says something about "having suspicions, but hoping it wasn't true" and "Grimwalkers being made for a purpose", but doesn't give further context before trying to kill Hunter.

Hunter does manage to escape, albeit with some wounds and heavy damage to his staff that makes it break completely soon after he escapes the castle. This is a blessing in disguise as, unbeknownst to Hunter, Belos had a tracker put in that staff.

Since Hunter didn't find out the truth about the Golden guards in this au, he still has some love and attachment towards his uncle despite everything, and even though he can't condone wiping out the entire isles, he still tries to tell himself that maybe Belos was so stricken by the tragedies wild magic causes that he came to the conclussion that this world is beyond repair and thus wants to put it out of its misery, so essentially that Belos is a man with sympathetic motives that went too far. Or maybe the Titan is unhappy with people living off of His dead body at all and wants them gone for it. Essentially, Hunter still refuses to believe Belos would do something maliciously. He doesn't have much time to think about the thing about grimwalkers Belos mentioned, until…

While he's in some town, freshly on the run, scrounging up a disguise and trying to figure out what to do next, Belos makes an isles-wide public announcement telling people about the sad discovery that who he thought was his nephew that he had taken in after his family was wiped out by wild magic was actually a grimwalker made from the bones of his real nephew by wild witches in an attempt to infiltrate the castle, and now he's on the run with vital information that could put the isles in jeopardy. Belos then gives information and description on the grimwalker, specifically noting the unnaturally intense redish-magenta eyes as a key difference between them and a real witch. So yes, Hunter has a massive bounty on his head, and is made out to be a monster you should not get deceived by as it tries to blend in with other people. Propaganda

Again, due to not knowing the whole story of the grimwalkers and Belos' family like he does in canon, and due to still having an emotional attachment to Belos and the belief that Belos at least cared for him- well, the "real" Hunter, he actually does believe the propaganda about grimwalkers himself. He just thinks that maybe some of the details have been exagerrated to make him seem more dangerous than he really is, but it's all based on truth. Belos wouldn't lie to people, he wouldn't be so harsh on his actual family, right? Big identity crisis and self-loathing ensues.

He hesitates to even think of himself as Hunter anymore due to the fact that it's supposed to be the "real" Hunter's name, and he's just a copy made from his bones. But he didn't know that, and this was the only name he'd ever known, so who is he then? Maybe it's not important, it's not like he really has many chances to tell anyone his name nowadays anyway.

Hunter manages to find some tinted glasses and goggles to hide his eyes.

He sleeps in multiple abandoned beast burrows and it's actually oddly comfortable due to being subconsciously reminded of the earth he grew in.

Remember guys, there is no Flapjack yet. He is completely alone at first.

He mostly survives off the foraging skills he gained in scout training and, with his selkiedomus skin, he dives into the boiling sea to retrieve items to sell.

He sells to Eda sometimes. She does not know he's a grimwalker at first.

Hunter knows about the Day of unity plans, but since mostly everyone is trying to kill him without even waiting for an explanation, that information is useless if nobody will believe him. So he knows the world will end in a year, and he's powerless to stop it, especially when he's struggling to survive at all.

Hunter believes the stuff about being created to infiltrate, thinking that maybe his nature made his betrayal of Belos inevitable, and he did complete his purpose now, so at first he's like: "Okay so if wild witches made me to infiltrate Belos, and it turns out that Belos is planning something bad, then maybe wild witches are okay? No, but if they still killed a kid to do this- but maybe it was a sacrifice they had to make, since everyone will die from the draining spell anyway? So, now that I know parts of his plan, do I find the wild witches that created me and report back to them? Will I be disposed of afterwards? Will I die automatically after the task is complete?!"

He spends some time going around trying to find his creators. It is a very weird experience for both parties involved.

Hunter, coming up to Eda: "Did you make me?"

Eda: "Did I WHAT!?"

If you couple this with the trans Eda headcanons that I saw a few times in the fandom, along with the fact that Caleb is actually related to the Clawthornes and Hunter does have some Clawthorne-typical traits himself, Eda could deadass have a moment where she's like, thinking back on some of the exes she had around 16-ish years ago, like "Shit, did I?"

She figures out he's a grimwalker soon enough, but boy were those some stressful few minutes. And then she realizes that that's the grimwalker she's talking to and yeah this situation's a mess. (This scenario probably won't be canon, at least not completely, but I put it in cause it was funny and the entire rest of the au is sad af)

Eda doesn't believe Belos is telling the true story about the grimwalker, but due to the fact that Eda was an urban legend junkie, she read up on a lot of misconception-ladden legends about grimwalkers, so she's still wary of Hunter at first. She has a talk with Bat Queen once the subject is brought up during a potion delivery, since Bat Queen was alive back when grimwalkwers were still around, and she confirms that most of this stuff Belos is saying is untrue. That and seeing the very obviously beat up and constantly on-edge kid convinces her that this is really just a kid in a really bad situation.

Both Eda and Bat Queen try to offer help, but Hunter is for obvious reasons distrustful and only ever accepts help with a metaphorical ten foot pole. They later accounted for that by providing help in equally roundabout ways.

There is more stuff to this au but that's all I'm writing for now.

#the owl house #toh hunter #toh grimwalker #toh au #hunted grimwalker au #tw dehumanisation #tw religious trauma #lindendragon

[crownmemes]

Pretentious & Poetic Sentences, Vol. 4

(Pretentious sentences from various sources for muses that like to speak in grandiose sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"There are no impossible obstacles; there are just stronger and weaker wills."

"There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast."

"Man has made a mess of Eden. Our greed is only eclipsed by our tribal stupidity and our brutality."

"Is this a sign of imperfection, or is this the fundamental truth of creation?"

"The chance which now seems lost may present itself at the last moment."

"No sacrifice is purely altruistic. We give expecting to receive."

"You know, you're either living or dying. Living is doing whatever you want to do - dying is everything else."

"I read once that life is the illusion. I disagree; death is the illusion."

"The world is not kind to idealists, and those who fight the good fight, don't always win."

"It's easier to believe in monsters out there in the world than to accept that the real monsters dwell within us."

"Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing."

"You can kill a man but you can't kill what he stands for... Not unless you first break his spirit."

"Even when my mind is jammed with a thousand voices, I can hear you like a snake hissing underneath."

"While there is life, there is hope."

"It is only when you suffer that you truly understand."

"Every choice has a consequence."

"It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning and let anything better come as a surprise"

"It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do."

"There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time."

"Man serves the interests of no creature except himself."

"Beauty is meaningless until it is shared."

"To a poet, a pearl is a tear of the sea."

"Ordinarily men do not pursue occupations against their own inclinations, unless there's some strong countervailing reason."

"Death is never convenient, no matter what the circumstances."

"I'll thank you not to test my intelligence or credulity with your ridiculous fabrications of truth and fictions."

"Death only looks for you once you seek its opposite."

"God is a spectator. He just reads the box scores."

"If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning."

"The helping hand can be the same that holds the knife."

"Not everything can be reduced to psychology."

"Solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your griefs."

"Those who do not complain are never pitied."

"The eyes are the window of the soul."

"The consequences of every act are included in the act itself."

"You can corrupt men, but you cannot corrupt innocence."

"Maybe you'd better start paying a little less attention to the heart of the mystery, and a little more attention to the mystery of the heart. "

"Noah was an insane man until the rains came."

"Most people believe they're on the side of angels, but are they?"

"The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection."

"People living in boxes end up with a lot of sharp corners."

"Without raw instinct, life is nothing more than a series of empty tricks."

"The whole world is a cage when you're trapped in it alone."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted; #pretentious;

[cha-melodius]

Dialogue Day

Prompt: share a section of dialogue that we like from our own work! It can be funny, sad, ridiculous, mysterious, plot-centric or just characters shooting the breeze…anything! And it can be from a WIP or a posted fic! It can be short or long! Let’s celebrate our beloveds having a chat.

Thanks to @rmd-writes for the tag! Ok so I agree this was tough, mostly because of the "or posted fic" option. Yeah, choosing dialogue out of that many published words was an impossible task. You were smart doing a theme, rae. Anyway, I decided to stick with two WIPs. And banter-y, because... banter lol.

From "Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood" aka Alex and Henry accidentally go to couples therapy, feat. a 'date' at Coney Island:

“It doesn’t look so bad from up here,” he says as he peers over the edge of the car at the Cyclone below them. The car rocks slightly, and a moment later Henry slides onto the bench next to him so that he can see what Alex is looking at. “Does that mean you want to go again?” he teases. “I’m afraid you’re on your own for support, though. I’m not sitting next to you after everything we’ve eaten.” “Fuck off,” Alex shoots back without a lick of heat. “You didn’t even want to go on it in the first place.” “You know, I reckon Lindbergh was onto something,” Henry muses, looking entirely too delighted by the whole turn of events. “I’ve created a monster,” Alex bemoans. “So you weren’t going to suggest a trip to the nearest Six Flags for our next date, then?” “I hate you,” Alex says, valiantly forcing himself to ignore the words next date.  Henry just looks smug. “Whatever you say.”

From "Just A Shot Away From You" aka 5+1 of Napoleon and Illya being ordered to kill each other:

“Cannot believe they think this was me,” Illya scoffs when Napoleon shows him the file. “Amateurs.” Napoleon doesn’t know if Illya is talking about the perpetrator or the CIA. Either is probably appropriate. “So you’ll help me catch him, right?” “Them,” Illya corrects. “What?” Illya turns two photos of different parts of the compound toward him. “More than one person was responsible. See?” He points to some strike patterns in the photos. “Different heights.” “Huh,” Napoleon says. “Didn’t notice that.” “That’s because you’re a terrible spy, Cowboy,” Illya says smugly. “Come on. Get Chop Shop Girl. We will catch them.”

No pressure tags @celeritas2997 @cricketnationrise @orchidscript @clottedcreamfudge @14carrotghoul @actual-sleeping-beauty @indomitable-love @mirilyawrites @heytheredeann @afewbulbsshortofatanningbed @ikeepwatchinghelicopters @hummingbee-o0o @xthelastknownsurvivorx @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and anyone else who wants to play!

#my wips #rwrb #firstprince #napollya #tmfu #dialogue day #just notice both of these end with a character being smug #oh well i have a brand

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH / 1.2 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

'finally... the entire world will have access to good bread.'

'and his eyes glow?'

'he's young and succulent, huh?'

'we don't need to start eating each other.'

'you're dead, and i'm not listening.'

'the point is to rest our bodies as well as our minds.'

'look, there's literally no way to mess this up.'

'can my vacation be torturing the hostages?'

'oh, i do find torturing hostages relaxing.'

'i'll just take them to the brink of death. i won't go all the way.'

'he'd stick hot pokers up their assholes!'

'you're not really a murderer though, are you? i mean, you was, you was sort of... around when he died.'

'he's saying you don't... you know, when you kill, you die as well.'

'i'd absolutely murder someone for a bath.'

'let's try a more calm activity. like lying flat on the beach in the sun.'

'you can just leave the gin alone for today.'

'wait, he kills children?'

'he's not a bloody monster.'

'yeah? what are you gonna do about it?'

'i'll show you what i'm gonna do about it.'

'don't fucking call me babyface.'

'this... will eventually be a harpsichord.'

'no, it kinda resembles a sharp carrot.'

'wanna wager i can name a thousand different sea creatures?'

'fuck the beach!'

'what kind of fucking idiot runs his ship aground?'

'the price of revenge is steep.'

'you're not ghosts, are you?'

'i'm sure it's just a formality.'

'i think there's been a misunderstanding.'

'he's clearly very unwell.'

'he struck a man with a paperweight. the rest was just gravity.'

'maybe i didn't say it out loud, but i called it in my mind.'

'you can't call something in your mind. it defeats the purpose of calling.'

'to be fair, i didn't fully kill the man.'

'he was horrible, even as a little boy.'

'until you resolve this guilt, you'll continue to be haunted.'

'there is no ghost 'cause they don't exist.'

'why does he keep insulting me?'

'i'm incredible at keeping secrets. my mom thought i liked girls for years.'

'the best secret keepers are corpses.'

'look... whatever you're going through right now, it's none of my business. but i understand what it's like to live in disguise.'

'let's just say not all beards are actual beards, if you get my drift.'

'oh, you are so fucking dead!'

'i don't know, but they look much tougher than us.'

'why don't you go down there and confront them then, big man.'

'i'm your king now, bitch.'

'i will not be trifled with, so don't even think about trifling me.'

'don't trifle. don't you trifle.'

'i didn't know this isle was haunted.'

'i've already ruined one man's head this week, and believe me, i'll do it again.'

'he does have the eyes of a madman.'

'i think he broke my nose. my nose is broken.'

'some men are not built for adventure. some men should concern themselves with gentler things.'

'boy, i've had an epiphany!'

'well, there go those fancyboys.'

'shame we couldn't murder 'em. even a little bit of murder would've been nice.'

'what a knob.'

#KIND / IN CHARACTER. #KIND / SENTENCE. #BASED ON / TV SHOW. #our flag means death #ofmd #sentence starters

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Burning Maze: Chapter 1 (SPOILERS)

"To Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy / I hope you're pleased with yourself" Melpomene is laughing in the distance. She's very pleased.

"NO. I refuse to share this part of my story." Oki doki. *closes book* We're done for the day. Jkjkjk he's just embarassed.

"In these pages, only suffering awaits." I love suffering! Gimme more!

"across pits of darkness and around lakes of poison" We were lied to. The Labyrinth is not any less malicious than before. Does this sound like a tamer Labyrinth to you?

"Except that our cloven guide, the satyr Grover Underwood, did not seem to know the way." You think the satyr that is terrified of the underground knows his way around the underground? Y'all delusional. You want a Labyrinth guide, get Rachel. I'm assuming Grover will be of more help later on if and when they go into the Labyrinth again.

"The bumps of his horns were clearly visible beneath the hat." What happened to the rasta cap? I guess everyone needs a change of pace now and then.

"Like... cacti." Like saguaro cacti?! Like the cacti the Erymanthian Boar ate when it dropped the questing party off at the junkyard of the gods?! The lands of scorching death line is killing me, man.

"I just didn't think we'd be wandering around down here for two days." How can you be sure it's been two days? Percabeth got stuck in the Labyrinth for a couple minutes and a full hour passed outside. Please tell me you've been keeping track whenever you poke out into the regular world.

"Perhaps I was too brusque," BRUSQUE (adj.): abrupt or offhand in speech or manner

"And plenty of our own fires." . . . "Best not to talk about it... here." Grover! If we're all gonna die, we need to know so we can make the best of our last days on this Earth! Are the walls listening or something? Don't you dare tell me yet another shoulda-been-dead person is controlling this damn maze again.

"His expression turned wistful," Idk about you, but I would not be wistful about almost dying in a living maze where no one but the walls will hear me scream.

"perhaps coffee and lemon-maple cronuts" CRONUT (n.): (paraphrasing Wikipedia) Invented and trademarked in 2013 by French pastry chef Dominique Ansel, the Cronut is a doughnut-like pastry made from croissant-like dough, filled with flavored cream, and fried in grapeseed oil.

"I wanted to believe my powers were simply recharging." Storybook characters never catch the cold. Fantasy characters' powers are never "just recharging."

"I couldn't even remember the taste of ambrosia, or the names of my sun-chariot horses, or the face of my twin sister, Artemis." That is incredibly concerning. We're talking about something he ate every day, horses he saw and drove every day, and his twin sister with whom he grew up and spent time with -- all three of these every day for thousands of years. His memory deteriorates along with his powers? It's this bad?!

"across the corridor in front of us roared a sheet of yellow fire," Eyyy, cover art!

"But we've wandered into his part of the maze." The Triumvirate's part. The part that belongs to the third emperor. "SCREEE!" The cry of a giant fire-breathing basilisk, I bet. Or a giant fire-breathing cockroach. Serpents and roaches?

"Some sort of avian creature." Giant flying fire-breathing basilisks! Oh wait, the owls. Right. Owls on the cover.

"Grover whipped out his panpipe . . . Meg knelt before the seeds" Super Gardening Bros! Wahoo!

"using its thick black tongue" Do owls have tongues that long? "My sight grew fuzzy. My knees turned to rubber." Does it sap his energy by drinking his blood?

"Strix" That word means nothing to me. I know jack diddly squat about strixes. "Well, killing it could be a problem." Can never kill monsters these day. All endangered species this and invulnerable hide that. Back in my day, you just sliced its head off and that was that.

"giggle nectar" I'm sorry? You tellin' me that the divine equivalent of anesthesia is officially, professionally, and canonically called giggle nectar?

"K-killing the bird will curse you" So it's an arai-lite.

#reading trials of apollo #reading the burning maze #reading toa #reading tbm #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers #trials of apollo #the burning maze #percy jackson and the olympians #apollo pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #grover underwood #strix #pjo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rrverse #riordanverse

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Scales and Stripes - Part 1 || Drabble

This is a drabble for my lovely rper partner @the-silver-peahen-residence, this has been on my mind for a while and thanks to Peahen's drabble the other day. This pushes me to write this in a good way!

A bond between the dragon and weretiger

P.S Please read it if you love Atsushi! But please! Peahen's writing is entertaining and good-feeling to read!

That said...I want to add a continuation drabble of hers as a bonus. Now here are some warnings.

--- Characters ---

Ink Vanguard, my OC

Atsushi Nakajima, a canon muse from BSD that my rp partner, Peahen-mun is rping as.

---- Guests----

Matt Knack from my sideblog @lovelyxhorrors

Ryunosuke Akutagawa from Bungo Stray Dogs, a canon muse that Peahen rps as well. Not only him but also Dazai and Kunkida.

---- Caution ---

---- Summary ---

After the situation, Atsushi is now finding a way to mark Ink as his own. But he would be challenged when he heard news between Ink and Matt. What would happen?

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"Wait! He's going to do what??!" Atsushi couldn't believe his ears as he overhear this between Dazai and Kunkida. "I said...Chuya told me that Matt....you know..aka..Killer Night..is fighting Ink again. He slipped up when I was teasing him. Something about him having to deal with Pete...the bug guy bugging him." Dazai chuckles.

"But why?!" Atsushi said.

"Why was I teasing him?" Dazai asked making the weretiger sighs.

"I mean why Matt is fighting Ink?!" Atsushi asked seriously.

"Didn't Ink told you? " Kunkida asked to which the weretiger shake his head. Dazai explains, "Chuya told me that she and he always do sparring matches every three months." Dazai explained. Atsushi blinked. Three months. "Then when she and his fight be at? When?"

"I didn't ask. Maybe you could ask her, Atsushi. Knowing you, you probably worried sick!" Dazai smiles.

"Of course! I am worried sick! Did you all forget what Killer Night is capable of?!"

"We know quite well..." Kunkida had to recall that disturbing memory when Matt show up in Yokohama. He also brought down several gangs. It helped Port Mafia in some way in getting rid of their rivals without getting their hands dirty. From what he heard, the Lovely Horrors are a criminal organization but aren't focus on gaining money or power. Just killing for the sake of it. A way to live. He doesn't know why such a group exists. Their ideals is something that clashes with his. But it's a good thing that they stayed inside a forest.

"Hmmmm...." Atsushi needs to talk to Ink. Maybe he should call her. Right away, Atsushi goes to do that.

"Where are you going?"

"Calling Ink!"

"Ah...young love~!" Dazai hums making Kunkida sigh. Minutes later, Atsushi calls and wants to meet up with her over something important. They meet up on a rooftop.

"Yeah! We have to fight." Ink said it as if she isn't concerned about it making the weretiger more worried.

"But why?!" Atsushi didn't understand. From what he heard from Ranpo and Dazai, Matt is a killer. A monster of his own. He had to recall what happened when Iron Titan is defeated. Matt came by and just kill him like nothing. So why would Ink want to fight Matt or rather...why did Matt wanted to fight her? No, why do both have to fight each other?!

"It's a demon thing." Ink said making Atsushi dumbfounded. Huh?

"Besides...it's a just fight! I always fight him every three months or when he calls me. It's more like trying to one up on me!" Ink smiles.

"But.... from what I heard on the presentation you guys did. You sound like enemies."

"Not anymore but we're not friends either. It's more like....having boundaries. My friends don't like them. As for me...I don't hate them or like them. Matt especially. Hmmm...." Ink tries to think of this, "He's like a rival to me. I don't like his way of life but he doesn't make excuses for it. He's just a guy who does what he wants to do. Also....he gives it his all and puts effort into it. I kinda respect that so I will not hold nothing back too.."

"I see." Atsushi tries to understand where Ink is coming from. But Matt is a murderer and a killer from the darkness and Ink is.....the light. Atsushi couldn't describe it. The idea of someone hurting Ink like Matt made him anxious. No, upset.

"If it's alright...can I come?" Atsushi asked, making Ink turn her head at him, "I'm afraid don't understand." He admits. "But if I can come, I can understand a little further." But that's not entirely the reason. He wants to make sure the Lovely Horrors don't try anything.

Ink then smiles. "Alright, Atsushi. Shdwkyz is going to be with us too so I will let him know that you're coming as well." Ink smiles. Atsushi nods with a small smile. "Okay." With that, Atsushi is now joining as he now knows the date, place, and time of their fight.

He needs to make sure to protect her if anything goes wrong.

--- Pine Barrens, New Jeresy ----

When Shdwkyz heard that Atsushi is joining. He is surprised to hear this and isn't against it. Shdwkyz is aware of this along with a few others like Hellmare and Fosh. If the entire fraction knew, they would act recklessly. Shdwkyz wonders if Atsushi knows anything besides the PowerPoint presentation he was presented. Ink had to take a different path to meet up with Matt on the clearing.

"So how are you feeling?" Shdwkyz asked him and sees Atsushi blink.

"Well...a bit nervous." He answers.

"You mean anxious?" Shdwkyz replied.

"Hm?" Atsushi blinked. Shdwkyz clarifies, "I know why you're doing this. You don't trust the Lovely Horror not to butt on this one-on-one. I know because you saw how Matt dealt with Iron Titan." He said. Atsushi sighs. "Yes. I still don't understand why Ink has to fight him. Why is that?"

"If you want the whole story. It all started when the Lovely Horrors attacked the West Upper side of Manhattan, Harlem, and Washington Heights."

"That's where the Lupins lived!" Atsushi exclaimed. Shdwkyz nods and continues, "Yes. Apparently, one of the LH's members is a former member of the Lupins who has a grudge against them. Jason. Sometimes about being involved in the death of their former leader and being exiled. So it's revenge. Jason brought his squadron and attack their turf. Jason and Joshua happened to be there so we came over. Then Jason kidnapped some of our friends and brought them to New Jersey. So we planned a rescue mission. Along the way, we first had another fraction from Philly who had issues dealing with them as well. We managed to get into one of the New Jeresian strongholds. That's where Ink fought Matt. I wasn't there, Rust who saw the fight."

"Then what happened?" Atsushi asked.

"Both almost killed each other to the point where their injuries looked to be fatal. They didn't stop until they used up every bit of their strength before fainting." Shdwkyz said it made Atsushi's eyes widen, "Ink managed to pull through despite losing a lot of blood and suffering injuries thanks to Ophelia and others from the Philly fractions."

"And Matt?" Atsushi heard this as he couldn't believe this.

"Survived too. Don't know how but Rust told me that he should of died when Ink slash vertically. It's like those two are in a league of their own. From what I tell you, they made a deal before their fight. If Ink wins, Matt should not attack New York ever again. But there is some kind of deal between them."

"I see." Atsushi sighed. "Then....what if Matt wins?"

Shdwkyz looks away before looking at him saying, "If Matt wins, he would get her head as a trophy." That made Atsushi freeze when he told him straight out.

Shdwkyz almost thought that Atsushi is going to kill somebody with that look in his eyes. He swore that he saw his eyes change tiger when he widen his eyes. Scary.

"And....Ink is okay with that?!" He asked angrily. The idea of Matt getting her head as a trophy to mount somewhere. It made the tiger within growl at such a deal.

Shdwkyz sighs, staring into his tiger eyes with his serpentine eyes. "You know Ink as much as I do, Atsushi. Ink is straightforward as she gets."

Atsushi closes his fists. It's true. Ink is the kind of person to put herself on the line like that. Even if it gets her to kill. But why didn't she mention that? Matt is also her rival just like Kali. "Okay...since Ink wins. Why is she continuing to fight him? Is Matt trying to win to overturn that deal?"

"Not exactly..." Shdwkyz said.

"But why???" Atsushi asked making the masked phantom sigh. "Even I don't know maybe...because they like fighting each other without holding back. I can't explain because Ink tells me that you should know when you feel it."

Atsushi raises a brow at this.

"And even watching their fights...I kinda get it but don't get it. Every time I see them fight, it's like watching monsters going at me. I think both of them are adrenaline junkies. That's what I think." He said, leave it at that. Atsushi still doesn't like this but he would support Ink from the sidelines. As they got to the meeting point. They're on top of a great hill where below from a distance. There's the battlefield. A clearing where it is surrounded by pine trees. Standing in the middle, Atsushi recgonized that figure. It's Matt Knack. And coming out of the forest, Ink is walking towards them. They begin to talk with smiles on their faces.

Are they truly rivals? Atsushi narrows his eyes at this, grabbing at his chest.

"Atsushi," Shdwkyz called his name, getting his attention. "Yes?" Then someone steps forward, someone wearing a black cloth and a ghostly mask approaches and what's followed by a hulking monster with a boar's face and insectoid body.

"Hello. My name is Sid. I'm here to act as a referee and make sure that no one interferes in this fight. This is Pete who would be monitoring." Pete, the boar monster bows his head at the group, "Are you part of Van Ink the Dragon's fraction? I know you are, Phantom Slasher. But who is this? I think I see you before." Sid speaks.

"This is Atsushi Nakajima." Shdwkyz introduces him to Sid.

"Uh yes! I'm here as support like Shdwkyz." Atsushi nods his head, "My name is Atsushi Nakajima. It's uh..nice to meet you?" Atsushi is a bit unsettled by the other's attire but he did hear that Lovely Horror can be a scary group of people.

"A pleasure to meet you." Sid bowed and then the two heard a voice.

"I never expected to see you, weretiger." This got Atsushi to blink. One that is familiar to Atsushi. He looks over to Sid's right and widens his eyes.

"Ryunsouke Akutagawa???" Atsushi sees the hellhound of Port Mafia. "What are you doing here?!" He asked him suspiciously but before he transforms. Ryunosuke holds up his hand which confuses him.

"I'm here to watch the fight." Ryunosuke explained himself.

"Huh?"

"I'm with Killer Night and Lovely Horrors, weretiger. So I'm not interested in fighting you for tonight, weretiger." Ryunosuke said looking over to Ink and Matt speaking to one another down there. This got Atsushi dumbfounded. Shdwkyz narrows his eyes at this. "Ah. You're with Port Mafia." Shdwkyz said, finally remembering.

"Indeed I am," Ryunosuke answered.

"And don't forget me! But I'm not part of it anymore!" A child that is no older than 13 is sitting on top of Pete. Their hair is duo-tone, left side white and right side black. Wearing a small hat tilted on the side and wears clothes such as a white shirt with suspenders. Plus they are carrying a weird odd doll. "Name's Yumeno."

Wait! He's here too?! Atsushi looks nervous.

Shdwkyz looks over to Atsushi for an explanation. "Yes. Akutagawa Ryunsouke is part of Port Mafia and part of the attack group, the Black Lizard. Yumeno is also part of Port Mafia as well." The white-haired male explains to the masked phantom.

"Not anymore." Ryunosuke corrects him."

"I see. Interesting. But why are you here? I never thought Port Mafia and Lovely Horrors would continue their relationship after what happened in Japan." Shdwkyz asked.

"We benefit from each other, yes, and still are. But I am here of my own volition, that's all." Ryunosuke said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Ryunosuke is correct. We are on friendly terms with Port Mafia and Mr. Akutagawa here is here of his own choice, watching the fight." Sid confirms. Shdwkyz sighs, accepting that for now.

"Shall we get started? I will let Matt that we're all here." Sid said and Pete orders a firefly to let Matt know that everyone is in place.

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"Oh. Looks like they're all up there." Matt smiles as he has a firefly on his finger, flickering its lightbulb. Ink sees this and grips her greatsword tightly. The firefly flies away and then Matt brings out his dual combat knives, twirling them in his hands and gripping them in his grasp. Both fighters are in position.

"Get ready...." Ink whose face is now into a thrill-seeker smile as Matt grins, matching her expression

The fight has now begun as Matt brings up his two knives and Ink holds her greatsword, Wyvern.

-----

"Let us begin," Sid said. And with that! Two fighters lunged at each other. Right now, Shdwkyz and Sid watched the fight with amused expressions. Ryunosuke watched the battle with intent while Atsushi watched in amazment. During this fight, Matt is going to swipe at Ink with his knives but Ink is on the defensive before she goes to slam her sword, using the flat side of her blade as a shield holding it sideways but in an offensive way, slamming him away from her. When Matt pushed away, Ink raises her sword and slams down but the killer quickly moves away and stabs her on the leg.

This got Atsushi widen his eyes. First blood!

Ink counters attacks by elbowing Matt in the face the moment Matt stabs her leg before she kicks him with her uninjured leg. Matt hits the tree making Ryunosuke bite his bottom lip. Already the match started and these two are going at it. Shdwkyz is unphased by this, knowing how these fights go. But he is concerned about how Atsushi is taking this as he watches.

Ink and Matt go at it each other, parrying each other with their respective weapons. Matt jumps back and uses the tree bark as a launching pad before he kicks Ink with two feet like a straight cannon, sending her into the trees. Matt lands back on his feet. With a roar, Ink rushes in with great force and swings downwards at the ground, upheaving the ground under them. Matt staggers a bit giving Ink a chance as she jumps up and swings her sword once more. Matt darted under her and grabs her leg, slamming her across the ground, pushing one rubble down. Making the ground more uneven due to the sheer power of these demons.

This is...Atsushi can't believe what he's looking at. They're fighting like it's real. Yet and yet....they keep on smiling no matter the injuries.

"I think Matt will win this round even after several draws." Ryunosuke calmly said, snapping Atsushi out of it. He listens to him. "Matt is too fast for her. Her swings give her too much leeway for him to attack." Ryunosuke keeps talking. "She's strong no doubt but Matt is stronger than her in terms of speed and strength. Her strength and optimism could only get her so far. "

"I disagreed."

"Hm?" Ryunosuke raised a brow at this.

"I think Ink would beat Matt. She is the strongest. I know for sure.." Said Atsushi. "After everything so far, Ink can defeat Matt. After all, she did beat him before? No matter how much Matt trains. Ink always pulls through." Then he hears a scoff. A scoff from Ryunosuke Akutagawa. "You think so?"

"O-of course! If there's one thing that Ink has is enduring all those hits and keep on going. Look!" Atsushi said as Ink grips her sword and tries to slash but misses Matt as he quickly evades. Ink rolls over and stands up. She stabs the sword into the ground and lifts herself up, using the sword's grip as a pole to spin her body around and kick Matt to which the killer holds up his arm to defend himself from the hit.

"If that was true, why is she holding back? Sure I admit that she fought well in Yokohama but she isn't versatile like Matt. He doesn't only use knives you know. He is good in hand-to-hand combat and quick at his feet." Ryunosuke said as Matt goes to dive a knife in Ink's shoulder when Ink is on her feet. Ink winces before she kicks him at the knee before she pulls her sword out from the ground, delivering an arc swing at his waist. Since the blade is thick. It doesn't cut when using the flat side of it. She sent Matt flying across the trees. A loud crash is heard.

"Yes well...I could say the same for Matt though. Ink is quick on her feet." Atusshi retorted."

"If that's what you think. Fine, but Matt defeated Iron Titan." Ryunosuke brings a point up.

"You mean...Ink defeated Iron Titan." Atsushi corrects him. Shdwkyz raises a brow hearing Atsushi's curt retort while Sid stands there, not saying anything. Pete and Yumeno just blinked.

"When I mean by defeat. I mean kill. She hasn't killed him. Matt finished the job for her." Ryunsouke narrows his eyes at him.

"There is no reason to-"

"There was. That corrupt pro-hero has threatened New York twice. If I were her, I would end the threat by killing him. Matt did so, and he doesn't live in the state of New York. If she continues to hold back, she will lose. I expect more from her though."

"We just started the match!" Atsushi said angrily.

"And your point is?" Ryunosuke asked.

"My point is...sooner or later, Ink will win this match and beat Matt!" Atsushi said. "That's my point."

"You sound so sure..." Ryunosuke said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I am! Besides...why are you really here anyway?!" Atsushi asked.

"It's quite obvious. I'm here as a support like you are." Ryunosuke said. Support? Does that mean...Ryunosuke is here for Matt?! But why? He doesn't see Ryunosuke caring for Matt. He only cares about Dazai and his sister, Gin. But Killer Night of all people?

"You seem surprised. I admired his strength and I want to see him go full out against this dragon." Ryunosuke said. Atsushi crosses his arms, "W-well...so I am! I always want to see Ink too going full-out at this insane killer!"

"Insane. Killer?" Ryunosuke twitched an eye. Sid sees this. Yumeno goes 'uh-oh' while Pete knows for sure, Ryunosuke didn't like that. It sounded like Atsushi talks about Matt like some lowly criminal.

"First off...I don't know where you get off acting so arrogant, weretiger. Matt would skin that dragon alive if she is not careful." This made Atsushi grit his teeth at this as Ryunosuke keeps on talking, "From what I heard, she is a reckless buffoon waving a sword around without a plan. If you asked me, she is lucky that Matt killed that lowly pro-hero. She should be grateful to him!"

"Grateful?!" Atsushi exclaimed. "Last time I checked, wasn't Matt there because one of his members messing around and spreading drugs in Yokohoma causing a mess. If anything, Matt should be grateful to her and her friends for helping him out and everything by cleaning up his mess!" Atsushi argued.

"What?!" Ryunosuke glares. Shdwkyz and Sid watched this with pure amusement. It's like....two lovers talking about their partners and comparing them who's the best at fighting and who beats who.

"That's right! Ink has done a lot more for Japan than Matt ever has! What does he do?! Kill some rival gang members! That's not new! How is that impressive?! That's what you and Port Mafia do every day."

"You-! And what about Ink?! Hm? What kind of person do reckless things! Besides...with her great attack, she didn't knock Iron Titan out of commission! So no...she hasn't won against Iron Titan in Yokohama! I don't count that as a win at all. "

"Winning doesn't mean killing someone! It means either being knocked out or giving up. Ink hasn't given up!" Atsushi points out.

"Oh! And what about when Ink got attacked at her party-" This got Atsushi glowered hearing, "You-!"

"Now come on...there is no uh..." Pete begins to break them up, stepping forward.

"Stay out of this!" Atsushi and Ryunosuke told Pete who is surprised by this. Yumeno is eating popcorn watching this.

"Pete. Please stay back." Sid said.

"Why's that?" Pete asked.

"I have a feeling there's going to be a second match here," Sid replied calmly.

"Oh?" Shdwkyz said as he seems interested in this turn of events. He can see Atsushi and Ryunosuke ready to fight now. "So should we do something about this?"

"Hmmm....I suppose a match would be in order. Stopping them now won't do much. I think letting them fight to release their pent-up energy might work." Sid said while Ryunosuke and Atsushi kept on arguing.

"You know what?! I had enough of this! If you're so sure if the dragon win, weretiger! I challenge you! I won't allow you to insult Matt like that any further!" Ryunosuke summoned Rashmon who now growls at the weretiger

"Is that right! That's fine by me! I won't let you talk badly about Ink either!"

Should I do something? Shdwkyz stares. 'Probably not...'

To be continued.

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