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[vashito]

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#my art #oc #dagmara #Zero-G Wrestling

[snartha]

I love it when @vashito’s wrestling OCs show up on my dashboard and I hope there’s more story coming! I really wanted to draw Tak since her design is so fun.

#vashito #zero-g wrestling #tak #other people's OCs #digital art

[prismatic-bell]

I’ve been thinking about something at my job—not difficult, honestly, my job leaves lots of thinking time—and I have something I want to share with the folks who object to the label “culturally Christian.” I hope it may help you make more sense of the label and, perhaps, not be so angry about it, if you’ll indulge me for just two minutes.

I was born as a white gentile. While I later found out this wasn’t entirely true—I have Jewish ancestry and there is a small-but-non-zero chance I’m partly Black through my great-grandmother, which is a story too long to get into here—I am, for all visual intents and purposes, white, and count myself as such.

And the first time I heard myself included in the phrase “white supremacy,” I WAS SO FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE. Couldn’t we call it anything else? Why are you including me in this? I didn’t ask to be born white. I don’t run around in a pointy hood burning crosses. I’m not even racist. Black people can do anything white people can do! I am NOT a white supremacist!

….except. I kinda am. And it is not a choice I made, it is a choice that was made for me 400 and 160 and 120 and 80 and 50 and 35 years ago. Slavery and deliberately-botched emancipation and “separate but equal” and killing of Black leaders and the simple fact both my parents were white. Textbooks that hold up Eli Whitney as a hero and promote the lie of The Great Empty Wilderness and never ask us to wrestle with what it means when the majority of a population is counted as only three-fifths of a human being. Redlining and even the fucking freeway system—I didn’t design any of this, but I live in the world where it exists.

G-d willing, I will not be a white supremacist until the day I die: G-d willing, the systems we are struggling against will have been replaced with better, kinder, more equitable systems. But I don’t get to opt out by saying “I’m not racist!” Yes, I’ve put in a ton of work to unlearn harmful racist behaviors and attitudes. But as long as a Black woman in my position with my experience makes less money than me, I’m benefiting from white supremacy. As long as I get the job, the car, the loan, the opportunity because someone else had locs and I “looked professional,” I’m benefiting from white supremacy. And yes—as long as people aren’t deliberately stupid about my name because they associate it with white cultures, I’m benefiting from white supremacy. The fact I’m white is morally neutral. What I choose to do with that fact is what matters.

And so: we come back to cultural Christianity.

The law of probability says if you’re on this site, you’re probably from a culture with a Christian hegemony. That’s going to cover the Americas, Europe, and to a lesser extent, portions of central and south Africa (both the creatively-named country and the continent). Even if your country mostly considers itself secular, if your answer to “what year is it” is automatically “2024” without having to ask “on which calendar,” you’re probably from a country with a Christian background.

THIS IS A MORALLY NEUTRAL THING. You do not choose which country you’re born in or what its centuries-old culture is. And that’s fine! And it doesn’t mean anything about your personal beliefs. You can be an atheist born to atheists, you can be Buddhist, it is literally whatever.

BUT, to an extent, the place you grew up will absolutely have an impact on your thoughts and morals, because it’s all you’ve ever known. Because the choice to be culturally Christian is not one you made—it was made for you 2000 and 1800 and 1700 and 1200 and 1000 and 800 and 400 and 200 and 50 years ago. Taboos, laws, unspoken rules you’ve never thought twice about, this is not stuff you pick. It’s baked into the world around you. And if you want to unlearn that, you can’t just say “well I’m not Christian so I don’t have Christian morals or values!” and leave it at that. It’d be a beautiful thing if we could, but that’s not the way brains work.

Which means—even if you’re satisfied with what you believe—you should ASK YOURSELF why you believe it, and HOW. One of the biggest things I hear mentioned by other Jews in relation to cultural Christianity is people being black-and-white absolutists. This is true, so that is a lie. That is wrong, so this is right. There is no space given to the idea that maybe everyone is telling the truth as they see it, or that something is right for some times/people/places but wrong for others. And this gets into the harmful territory of “it’s true so I believe it and because I believe it, it’s true.”

So ask yourself why. Start deconstructing your beliefs and learning about new things—and yes, make world religions part of those new things, because religions are major cultural shapers, and also you’d be stunned how many of us 1) do not proselytize and 2) encourage actual study and questioning over blind faith and obedience (hint: it’s most of us. These two things that are taken as universal constants by a lot of atheists ARE EXPLICITLY CHRISTIAN), and there is no harm in learning about our cultures. (You know who’d say there is? Say it with me, kids: evangelical Christians.)

I’m still uncomfortable with being referred to in the context of white supremacy. But part of unlearning racism and, yes, white supremacy, was learning to recognize that is not a discussion I get to steer, because it’s not about me. It’s about people of color explaining, quantifying, and discussing their experiences. So I will be uncomfortable if need be, because that’s a me problem, for me to work on. That is part of what being a good ally and a good neighbor means.

Please give Jews that same grace. Yes, it can be uncomfortable to realize that yeah, you WERE affected by this thing you want to separate yourself from, especially if you have religious trauma. (Side note: if you do, I genuinely and strongly encourage you to seek therapy for it. As an evangelical cult escapee I can tell you it’s helped me a lot.) But you owe it to yourself, and if you genuinely want to dismantle that hegemony, you also owe it to others. While you’re yelling about how you don’t like the words we have created to describe our experiences, we’re working to fix the hegemony you claim to hate.

So: stop focusing on the word. Your discomfort with it is a you problem. Focus on WHAT IT’S TALKING ABOUT, because truly coming to a level playing ground and rebuilding will require you to have allies—not burned bridges all around.

[infernalodie]

Sam carpenter x male reader, the reader is either like mindy and chads older brother or Dewey’s son. In the final fight he comes from behind Richie and tackles him but gets really hurt in the process? Just a lotta angst?

𝐌𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 || 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵"

Inspo: Riovaz - My Youth

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Even in the last moments, you were reminded of the great times with Sam...

Warnings: Character death and angst

Words: 1144

If someone would’ve told you that two people you considered friends were striving forth to kill you and your girlfriend, you would’ve laughed. Maybe slapped your knee from the pure hysterics of such a far-off state of reality. Because that would never happen.

But you had been naive to think your pacifism would ever be enough to keep you from the dangers of altercations–life or death situations. So, you stood on the other end of a gun being possessed by Richie, who had zero remorse for what he and Amber had done in the past few days. Killing their friends to create source material for the Stab movies since they didn’t like the newest one.

It was alarming and disheartening, to say the least. But your heart, your conflicting thoughts, and your moral compass had to be brushed to the side. Especially with the sound of death knocking at the door. His fist pounded and shook your entire world as you stared down the dark barrel of a pistol.

“Life flashing before your eyes, Y/n?” Richie inquired, lips forged into a smirk. Pure enjoyment sparkling in those hollow eyes of his. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick-”

“Y/n!” From the doorway of the kitchen, a bloody Samantha stood with her gaze flickering between you and Richie. But with the opening, you fought the fear away and charged at Richie. You took him by surprise, tackling him to the ground as a gunshot went off with Samantha yelping, ducking in fear.

You wrestled and fought with the man as you knocked the pistol from his grasp. It's metal exterior is scraped against the hardwood floors. But Richie’s upper hand was based on strength and he overpowered you within seconds as he punched you multiple times. But as your head was continuously knocked down into the floor, another gunshot rang out like a bell. Its pitch deafened you as you felt the metallic taste on your tongue with blood dripping onto your face. Looking up, you found Richie frozen above you, eyes shakily looking down at himself and seeing a patch of red growing across his stomach.

But when he turned to find Sam to be the person responsible, she didn’t waste a second, shooting him in the head. His body falls over with you to look at his corpse, face tense with a groan vibrating through your chest. Teeth clenched as you clamped your eyes shut.

“Y/n, baby. Hey, look at me!” Samantha rushed to your side, crouching down beside you as she saw the blood from Richie covering your clothes. And it looked like you were on the verge of vomiting, which she couldn’t blame you for. Placing her hands on your cheeks, forcing your eyes to fixate on her, she smiled. “We’re okay. We won.”

Relief spread through your body as Samantha attempted to help you to your feet. But when the sudden sharp pain in your side made itself known, you knew very well what had happened. And Samantha seemed to know as well since she was quick to get you outside and seated. Lifting the hem of your bloody shirt to see the bullet wound that was spilling out streams of crimson.

“Alright, we can fix this,” she said aloud, swallowing the lump in her throat. “The ambulance and police are already on their way. You just have to stay awake and I’ll keep pressure on the wound.”

Hearing the panic, the fear in her voice frightened you. Unable to shake the growing tremor in your hands that was becoming more apparent the more you thought about what might happen. Would you get sent to prison for defending yourself? Would the police even believe anything told to them? Were you going to even make it?

It wasn’t alright to think like that, but couldn’t you? Life was beginning to shimmer from the lack of support and you were going to go down with it. All you could do was think and think until you began delving deeper into the times and moments that led you here. Not something from a day or two ago, but from years back. The moments that made you, you.

The times when you climbed roofs to get a better view of the sunset. Months of summer break working tirelessly on a construction site or flipping houses. Or the many years of school that you got to see Samantha and find someone to ground you. To help you find out what you wanted and be able to help free you even more–aiding in making this life seem like the most perfect it could ever get.

Your caramel-toned features were greying from the lack of blood in your body. Leaning against one of the beams as you stared off into the night. The open wounds from the past had never been stitched shut for you. They were a constant reminder of what used to be and what could continue to be present in your life. But it hurt knowing that all you could do is reminisce. Think about the great times you had spent with a young Tara and the years of dotting over Samantha.

A shaky exhale slipped past your lips as you glanced at Samantha. Eyes stinging with the faintest wobble of your lips. “Ever since I met y-you, my life has felt complete.” The sudden words grabbed Samantha’s attention from the wound. Looking up at you, dumbstruck by the confession. “When I saw you on the swings with your little sister, I knew I had found the one for the remaining time I-I had in my life.”

“Y/n, don’t talk like that-”

“A-And as I talked to you, the times w-we went across town to fool around, I knew that I wanted nothing else but to have you in my life.” You licked your chapped lips, shaking your head with fresh tears rolling down your cheeks, breaths beginning to shallow. “And I’m scared, Sam. I-I’m scared that I won’t be able to feel and do that again. Because I just love you, Sam. I love e-everything we’ve done together and I don’t want to miss out on anything.”

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” Her hands found your face, focusing your glass eyes on her as she bit back her tears. She could see it as well. She could see the fear in your eyes, and she felt it in the deepest part of her body. Gnawing at the nerves until she would finally snap and realize the truth. “You’re going to be alright, baby. Everything is going to be alright.”

The light in your eyes were fading with them drifting and hollowing with each millisecond. Samantha pursed her lips, softly pulling you into her chest and sniffling. Pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“We’ll make more memories soon.”

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[jaydenchip404]

Angst Alphabet Template

A = Animosity (What Triggers Their Animosity? How Do They Navigate Through the Storm of Anger?):

B = Brokenness (What Are Their Broken Habits? How Do These Habits Affect Their Relationships?):

C = Constraints (What Can't They Overcome? Is It a Moral Dilemma or a Skill They've Never Mastered?):

D = Demise (How Do They Meet Their End? Amidst Loved Ones or in Solitude? How Does Their Significant Other Discover the News?):

E = Embarrassment (What Deeply Embarrasses Them? How Do They Cope With the Shame?):

F = Facade (What Emotions or Lack Thereof Do They Feign? How Convincing is Their Facade?):

G = Grief (What Haunts Them With Guilt? Why Do They Carry This Burden?):

H = Heartache (How Do They Confront Heartbreak? Which Instance Scars Them the Most?):

I = Insecurities (What Fuels Their Insecurities? How Do These Fears Shape Their Actions?):

J = Jealousy (What Triggers Their Jealousy? How Do They Grapple With the Green-eyed Monster?):

K = Killing (What Have They Killed? Dreams, People, or Innocence? How Does It Weigh on Their Conscience?):

L = Loss (What Significant Losses Have They Experienced?):

M = Memories (What Are Their Most Cherished and/or Agonizing Memories?):

N = Nightmares (Do They Wrestle With Nightmares? What Torments Their Dreams, and How Do They Cope?):

O = Obsolescence (Do They Feel Replaceable or Obsolete? How Do They Grapple With Their Perceived Uselessness?):

P = Pastscape (How Has Their Past Molded Them? For Better or Worse?):

Q = Queries (Do They Question Themselves Frequently? How Do They Handle Scrutiny and Doubt?):

R = Remorse (What Do They Regret in Life? How Do They Attempt to Make Amends?):

S = Serpent (Have They Ever Betrayed or Been Betrayed? How Did They Respond to the Betrayal?):

T = Tears (What Brings Them to Tears? How Do They Navigate Their Vulnerability?):

U = Unyielding Belief (What Conviction Remains Unshakeable, Regardless of Opposition?):

V = Vindictiveness (What Provokes Their Vindictive Nature? Do They Conceal or Confront It?):

W = Weakness (What Makes Them Feel Weak? How Do They Resist or Succumb to Their Weaknesses?):

X = Xanadu (What Lies Beneath the Surface—physically and Mentally? Are They in Need of Assistance?):

Y = Yearning (What Unattainable Desire Haunts Them?):

Z = Zero Hour (in Their Final Moments, What Would They Do?):

#Angst #Angst Alphabet #Prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing ideas #prompt list #story prompts #Reader Insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #Anime #Manga #Anime and Manga #Anime Gif #Anime Style #Anime Aesthetic

[teasinterests]

Happy birthday, Chiaki!

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Based on an rp I had with a friend! I loved it so much, and adore ChiaRinne sooo.. (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Do enjoy!!

Ler! Rinne x Lee! Chiaki

No CW’s or TW’s apply! 💕

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With a few bags in hand, Chiaki sighed to himself as he drew closer to his dorm. The party had ended, he was full of cake and a plentiful of cookies his grandma had baked for him. His arms were also full of gifts everyone had given him, he honestly didn’t expect so many to show. Especially due to recent events. He had been working so much, having zero time to spend with friends, and properly focus on his unit.. Ryuseitai. They’ve had a multitude of problems. Many stemming from his behavior. But, he didn’t want to think about those events as of current. He was tired, and he had a good day today. It was nice to have a day off from work and stress, and have a day to himself. Surrounded by friends that cared about him, and loved him. Now he had so many treats, and gifts, and.. he was more than tired.

Rubbing his eyes, Chiaki raised his gaze, just to let out a startled yelp as he was suddenly tackled to the ground. Bags falling from his hands as his back hit the floor. Completely knocking the wind out of him. Desperately grasping onto whatever had pushed him down..

“KYAHAHA! Look at you!! I’ve never seen ya so fearful in your life, Chiakkun!~ Did I really scare ya that badly?”

Ah. Rinne Amagi.. He had grown closer to the unit leader amongst time. He actually wasn’t too bad, and he found himself enjoying the bee’s company. Though at times like this…

“Rinne-senpai… DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS TODAY?! You’re so cruel!! You made me drop everything!! You didn’t even show up at my birthday party!!”

Chiaki exclaimed as he tried wrestling Rinne off of him. Struggling and kneeing the other in the back. Causing the taller idol to laugh and grasp at Chiaki’s wrists.

“Hey, hey!! Calm down now little hero.~ What do ya think i’m here for, eh? I’ve got a special birthday gift for ya!”

Rinne smirked as the duo wrestled a little with their arms. Though Rinne had seated himself atop of Chiaki’s waist. Squeezing the other a little with his legs before he had pinned the brunette’s arms down.

“Ugh.. Can’t you just give it to me normally..?”

Chiaki questioned which earned a head tilt from the monarch on top of him. Chiaki definitely wasn’t as playful currently. The hero must be tired..

“KYAHA! Nope, not at all.~ Now tell me.. how old are ya, Chiakkun?~”

Rinne questioned in turn now. That mischievous fox-like smirk returning. Chiaki couldn’t help but shrink a little internally. He didn’t like the look he was being given..

“Ah… Twenty..? Why do you ask..?”

The brunette says with a nervous tone, earning a chuckle from Rinne.

“Becaaause.~ Twenty years old means you get twenty minutes of your present! And the timer staaarts- NOW!”

And before Chiaki even realized it, his arms were free, but other hands were quick to dive straight into his armpits. Causing the birthday boy to instantly burst into a squeal of laughter. Snapping his arms down, and trapping the monarch’s fingers within his pits.

“W-WAIT-!! SENPAHAHAI?!”

The brunette exclaimed as he kicked his legs against the floor. Laughing and struggling to wiggle around beneath Rinne. The redhead whom smirked and continued digging his fingers into the younger idols pits.

“Oho!~ Someones reeeally ticklish, eh? Come on Chiakkun! You’re all grown up now! A manly man such as yourself should be able to withstand.. what.. twenty minutes of birthday tickles?~”

The monarch teased with a smirk as Chiaki frantically tried pushing Rinne’s hands out from his pits. Gripping tightly at the others forearms.

“NAHAHAOO!! G-GET OFF EHEHEE!!”

Ah.. his cheeks were burning red. First Rinne didn’t bother showing up to his party, knocking him to the ground, and now he was being tortured?!

“YOURE SOOEHEHE C-CRUEL!!”

Chiaki exclaimed as he continued trying to shove Rinnes hands back to free himself.

“KYAHA! Is that so?~ Huh, Chiakkun is trying to push my hands quuuite a bit.. is he trying to tell me to tickle here instead?~”

Rinne questions as his hands move down to start tickling the hero’s ribs. Earning another delightful squeal from Chiaki. One that settled a genuine smile upon the bee’s features.

“Damn! You really are ticklish, eh? So cute!~”

He continued to tease as Chiaki successfully grabbed at the idols wrists now. Struggling to wrestle him away as his knee hit the redheads back.

“S-STAHAHAP! HAVE MEHERCY SENPAI!!”

The brunette exclaimed as Rinne would jerk his hands free and dive back into Chiaki’s ticklish ribs. Snickering with amusement from the others words.

“Oh come on now! You’re kinda a touch guy arent’chya?! It hasn’t even been ten minutes! Buuut~ Since it is your birthday, i’ll be kind and get to the last spot just reeal quick. How ‘bout that?”

Rinne questioned, only to see Chiaki shake his head frantically. Continuing to laugh and squirm beneath the monarch. Unfortunately this act was.. rather normal for the hero to experience. His ticklishness being something plenty of people have exploited. Wether he was upset or just being plain stubborn. From those within Ryuseitai, to Rinne Amagi, and shockingly Eichi Tenshouin at times. Though with the leader of Fine it was a different story.. with Rinne he could fight back! Though being a part of sports survivors and martial arts clubs didn’t help with the strength difference the duo shared.

“J-JUST GEHEHET OFF!!”

Chiaki practically whined, his reddened cheeks burning a tad darker as Rinne pinned the hero’s hands above his head once more. Gripping Chiaki’s wrists with one hand, he raised his free one up. Wiggling his fingers, and laughing as Chiaki tensed beneath him.

“But I haven’t even gotten to your stomach yet! And I have a feeling those armpits were the weak point.~ Are you suuure I should stop?~”

Rinne questioned, earning an instant nod from Chiaki.

“Yes! Stop now!!”

He exclaimed, earning another laugh from the monarch.

“Alright, alright.. i’ll stop.. only if ya agree to come back to my dorm with me.~ My roommates should be out and about..”

He knew for sure Kanata had gone out for Chiaki’s party. He hasn’t seen the oddball since…

Though Chiaki’s expression read that his mind had wandered into other territory. Brown hues staring in shock up towards mischievous blue ones.

“A-Ah… I guess I could spare some time… anything to get you to knock it off..”

Chiaki spoke with pants in between. Absolutely breathless from all the laughter. Even more exhausted than before..

“GREAT! Lets get ya up then, Birthday boy!~”

Rinne exclaimed as he jumped up to his feet. Assisting Chiaki up with a twinge of concern. The poor guy looked ten times more tired than earlier.

Turning around, Rinne began picking up Chiaki’s bags.

“I’ll carry these, just follow me!~”

He exclaimed as he quickly lead the tired hero through the halls and to his dorm. Adjusting some bags so he could open up the door, and allow Chiaki inside.

“Make yourself comfortable, Chiakkun! I’ll just set these right here…”

He said as Chiaki watched him with a curious expression. Making his way to the monarchs bed, a small sigh escaping him. Only to blink in surprise as a gift box was set on his lap. Staring up towards Rinne now, the redhead averted his gaze.

“Just found it. Probably from Kanacchi or somethin’.”

He commented as he crossed his arms over his chest..

So shy.. Chiaki couldn’t help but smile as he began to open the gift. Knowing Rinne’s boisterous personality was part of the show, but when it came to stuff like this. The gambler became distant. Unfortunately for Rinne, Kanata had given Chiaki his birthday gift at the party. Though he wouldn’t say that..

Soon enough, Chiaki’s eyes were lighting up. Pulling a basket ball from the box, he examined it, and gasped upon seeing the signature.

“This is signed by Rui Hachimura!! The basket ball player!”

Chiaki exclaimed with excitement as Rinne plopped down beside him.

“That so..? Huh, cool I guess. But, not as cool as the gift I gave ya in the hallway.~”

The redhead smirked, only to blink and avert his gaze as Chiaki stared towards him fondly.

“You’re right… your gift was amazing, Senpai..”

Setting the ball aside, he wrapped his arms around Rinne. Squeezing the idol within a gentle embrace. Causing him to groan a little and pat at Chiakis head.

“Don’t get all mushy on me, hero.. but, uh… it’s getting late ya’know.. and you’re all tired- probably- sooo… if you wanna stay the night..”

Rinne awkwardly drew out his sentences, earning a small laugh from the shorter idol.

“That sounds nice..”

And that it was.. especially since Chiaki had passed out beside Rinne only twenty minutes later. Munching on a birthday cookie, Rinne stared down towards the sleeping idol cuddled up to his side. Earning a smile, he gently rubbed his hand along the others back.

“Happy birthday, Chiaki..”

#ensemble stars #enstars #tickling #ensemble stars tickle #tickle fic #enstars tickle #chiaki morisawa #rinne amagi #chiarinne #chiaki x rinne

[shotgungt]

TFV #3: Crusade

Attending the Tokyo Sports Puroresu Awards ceremony was supposed to be the easiest thing in the world. Exactly which part of the routine wasn’t easy to follow? Show up in a nice little suit, get into some conversations with your fellow wrestlers as if they mean something to you; then some photos for the press and at the end of the show, just accept your award and go home with increased prestige to your name. Simple as. You’d think that it would be nothing but a night of relaxation and validation of a year filled with grueling fights. No stakes, no action, zero chance of tomfoolery, right? Right?

Oh boy, was he wrong. The levels of fuckery that’d been reached were truly unprecedented.

Locked inside the janitor’s closet and handcuffed to someone else: It sounded like a new and badly written Hangover movie plot. Except this was no movie. He was perfectly sober and he assumed the same about the woman on the other side of the cuffs ... who stared at him and smiled like it was her birthday and Christmas at the same time.

Or maybe she was not sober at all. No sober woman would drag someone into a closet and handcuff herself to them. Then again, the execution was flawless. He had to give it to her, he was impressed. And it wasn’t like his current predicament was inescapable either. His desire to go for the obvious measures just happened to wane in comparison to his curiosity.

Stay put, The Foreigner told himself silently. Stay put and let her cook.

The road he’d followed so far came with its fair share of bumps and twists and turns before. He’d even gotten himself a trio of dumb idol slaves from the last time someone tried to throw a wrench in his plans. Surprise wasn’t exactly at the top of his list of emotions when it came to the events that were unfolding at the moment. As his harem grew, so did his actual wrestling career. More and more eyes were on him. He wouldn’t have been here in the first place if he wasn’t able to take the bad with the good.

Normally, he wouldn’t even consider a situation like this bad. But it was just so fucking annoying that Utami Hayashishita decided to pull this stunt during a national award ceremony. At least Mina had the common sense to arrange an empty warehouse beforehand.

“People must be looking for us,” he tried to reason with the Red Queen.

“That’s exactly why you should hurry, my hypno-lord,” Utami giggled, booping him on the nose as she teased him. “I don’t plan on uncuffing you with my free will still intact so you know what to do.”

The Foreigner found himself cringing at the nickname she’d used for him. He had his slaves call him plenty of things, ‘hypno-lord’ was not one of them and would never be one of them. Honestly, that was enough reason to enslave her right there and then but that would be playing right into her hands and he wasn’t sure what was her endgame here, so he refrained.

“Why?” he asked back, not an ounce of bafflement had left his voice.

“Ah, don’t panic. We should still have some time before they present the trophies,” Utami said in a cheerful tone. “That also means I can tell you all about ‘why’ if that means it will encourage you to do what you should’ve done already.”

“Fuck it, why not?” he said after a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. His body shifted a bit in the place as he tried to make himself comfortable in the claustrophobic room, as much as he could anyway. “Go on, please tell me what prompted you to do all of this.”

Utami gave him a look of pleasant surprise before letting out a giddy little giggle. She closed her eyes and turned her back, inadvertently causing the chain that bound the cuffs to yank on his wrist.

Then she started to recall and recount.

“It all started during my childhood. I come from a family of twelve and we all starred in a reality show about our big family, headlined by my father, ‘Big Daddy’ Kiyoshi Hayashishita. I always had to scratch and claw my way amongst my siblings to get my parents attention, even more so with the show going on. That made me quite the fighter an-”

“Hayashishita, what the fuck are you rambling about? Do you want me to be your hypnotist or your therapist? I can’t be both,” The Foreigner groaned. If Utami was going to tell all her life story then they’d be here for hours. “I already know about your family, anyone can go and read your biography. I’m more interested in the bits that actually are relevant to ... well, our situation.”

“Jeez, what a spoilsport,” the red-head pouted before conceding the point. “But okay, I’ll skip some parts, just for you, my sweet hunky ‘tist.”

The feeling of cringe did not dissipate, yet he still responded with a small nod anyway while Utami looked ready to abandon the dramatics and get on with the tale he wanted her to tell.

“The first time I saw you was after I had that time limit draw with Syuri…”

.......

Everything hurt. Bones, muscles, tendons, everything. Sixty minutes. A full fucking hour. Utami was in the ring for an hour, wrestling relentlessly in every single second of it. It would be unbelievable in any other circumstances but the pain and the soreness worked together to make sure she believed all of it. She carried the receipts all over her body. Today, she made history. She stood in the squared circle, faced one of the nastiest fighters to ever grace a wrestling ring, a former UFC alumna nonetheless. And she refused to go down. She didn’t fall, she didn’t lose. Utami Hayashishita was still the top dog in STARDOM. Still the world champion. Syuri couldn’t take that away from her.

Yet, Utami wasn’t happy in the slightest. Even though she entered the ring a champion and left a legend, she still wasn’t happy. Syuri couldn’t beat Utami, that much was true, but it also held up vice-versa. Utami didn’t lose … but she didn’t win either. That flimsy little detail was enough to tug at her after what should normally be a star-making performance. Apparently, this bother was noticeable enough for her to get called out for it.

“Utami, you’re so competitive.” Her ears picked up on the words of her best friend Saya Kamitani, appropriately nicknamed as Tall Saya.

Her length helped Utami greatly as she leaned on her for support after everything she had put her body through today.

“That competitiveness is what got you to the top,” Saya elaborated.

“Just don’t let this bring you down, okay?. You were amazing today. The old hag might’ve not gone down tonight, but she’s on the last limbs of her career anyway. She probably left everything she had in the ring today. But you’re in your prime, you have years of fuel left in the tank. Next time, you’re going to crush her and we’re going to laugh together at how needlessly sad you were when she managed to get a lucky draw against you.”

The Red Queen appreciated her kind words and she didn’t especially disagree with them either. Saya was a good friend but Utami was aware of Kamitani’s crush on her. It was a crush Saya utterly failed at hiding. It was also a crush that Utami wasn’t really sure she reciprociated. She even felt guilty at times for it, thinking that she was leading Saya on. However, the fighting prowess of the tall woman nearly matched hers and their chemistry in the ring was top notch. Saya was definitely the perfect tag team partner for The Red Queen. Her friendship was something she desperately wanted not to ruin. It was definitely not a conversation she looked forward to having; she wasn’t sure she would ever be ready to have.

“We can go and grab some drinks if you want to. We can definitely use some unwinding after such a long night, I mean. Even if you still want to sulk about your match, we can at least celebrate my tournament victory! What better way to celebrate than doing it together!” Saya offered with perky excitement in her tone.

Right, Saya had won her tournament today, right. That was actually a pretty big deal but Utami had completely forgotten about her friend’s victory until she brought it up a second ago.

“My father attended today’s show, actually. He’s going to come and pick me up, but thanks for the offer anyway, Saya. I’d love to do it later.” Utami answered that inquiry with a slight smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Saya responded with a frown that made Utami feel even worse. The frown didn't last long before it abdicated its place to a smile again.

“Oh, Big Daddy Hayashishita is here?” Saya asked, clearly intrigued by the prospect, though she easily let it go. “You must be very tired after wrestling for a freaking hour! Go get your rest, queen.”

After the tall girl helped Utami to the parking lot, she dropped her off, gently laying Utami’s bags next to her before taking her leave. With Kamitani gone, Utami Hayashishita found herself completely alone. Alone at the top, alone at the parking lot. It was in the middle of June but she felt chilly somehow.

She wished she hadn’t made up the lie about her father attending the show. Looking around, she looked for ways to go back to her hotel. Kamitani wasn’t the only friend Utami had from her wrestling group called Queen’s Quest, though she didn’t have a diversity of choices ready either. AZM was too young to drive, so she was out of the question immediately. Maybe Momo was still around? She was perfectly reliable when it came to things like this. Not to mention how she was probably the only acceptable option now that Utami had driven Saya away with a totally unnecessary lie. Her eyes continued to scan the area, occasionally interrupted by some people passing by her to congratulate her or whatever. In Utami’s eyes there was nothing to congratulate. She couldn’t find Momo, but she saw someone more interesting.

It was that bastard Syuri. She felt her blood boil again, as if staring at her face for a full hour wasn’t enough for a single day.

Leaning on a grey Hyundai, her rival was fully engaged in a conversation with a man. At first, Utami only focused on Syuri, who was smiling and laughing along. Needless to say, this only served to rejuvenate the anger Utami felt.

Such blatant disrespect. The older woman didn’t exactly have time on her side and this was probably one of the last shots she had at true greatness. Syuri couldn’t beat Utami, couldn’t get the job done, couldn’t win the championship belt that currently decorated Utami’s shoulders. Yet, instead of focusing or reflecting on her failure, she was freely flirting with a man as if none of that happened nor mattered to her? How dared she? Who gave her the right to act like that?

As angry as she felt, Utami ultimately decided against causing a scene by walking up to her and confronting her. She wasn’t that miserable. But still, it didn’t stop her from staying put and seething silently.

Eventually, Syuri’s fling opened the door to the grey Hyundai and the gleeful woman entered the car. The man closed the door behind the former UFC fighter. Then, his face turned and his gaze met Utami’s. His gaze was sharp, cutting, as if she was staring into Utami’s very soul. His stare only lasted a second before the man gave the redhead a knowing smile before cutting eye contact, turning back and entering the vehicle himself.

What had just happened? Utami didn’t know, but she could hear her own heartbeat as if it was the only sound in the crowded parking lot.

Loud, thumping, just as confused as she was.

.......

“Nothing was ever the same for me after that…” Utami concluded, her cheeks approaching shades of red that resembled the color of her dyed hair. It must’ve been a very powerful memory for her, The Foreigner concluded.

Who was he kidding? Of course it was, he wouldn’t be in this situation if she didn’t feel this strongly. The lack of oxygen in the closet must’ve been getting to him.

“So, you saw me smiling at you and felt weird about it, am I getting this right? Have you ever been attracted to people before? I’m not talking about love at first sight but something close to that maybe…”

He didn’t expect Utami to let out another giggle.

“Now, I thought you didn’t want to be my therapist,” she said, a finger reaching to boop him on the nose again.

“I haven’t hypnotized you yet so that choice is still up in the air.”

“If you don’t make the right choice then there’s no way we’re getting out of here before it’s too late, I’m afraid.”

In his mind, he was still trying to make sense of this game. It would be easy of him to say ‘fuck it’, coax Utami’s hot body and that devious little mind of hers with his aura, get her to happily free him and continue this evening as if nothing had happened. But the feeling that he was missing something continued to loom over, or maybe it was still nothing more than simple curiosity and he was trying to make it more complicated than it was. Either way, he needed more context, he needed to know more. For that, he had to keep listening to Utami’s stories.

There were worse ways to spend time, The Foreigner supposed.

“So, how did you end up getting back to your hotel that day? Did you call a taxi?” he asked, redirecting Utami to get back on topic.

Utami’s pleasant smile vanished after hearing that question. He probably knew why.

“No, I eventually rode back with her…” Utami answered, though it almost came like a whisper. The name was spit with poison.

“Momo.”

.......

The cold steel of the folded chair met her flesh again. Utami lost count after ten. She could ask all the questions. God knew she had lots of those questions. How long had Momo been planning this? How hard was it for that Starlight brat and the rest of the Oedo Tai scum to convince her to do this? Why? Why? Why?

Starlight Kid had been provoking Momo for a while, trying to get into her head about the leadership of Queen’s Quest. She continuously taunted Momo about how she wasn’t the best anymore, how she wasn’t even the leader of Queen’s Quest like her predecessor wanted her to be. As if the leadership meant anything in a group that always strived to be the best version of themselves, as if.

Did Momo simply fall for those words?

Maybe she was feeling inferior for quite a while. Momo Watanabe was there before all of them, before AZM, before Saya, before Utami. Momo was supposed to be the future ace, yet she couldn’t live up to her full potential. Her shortcomings were never really discussed in the group and maybe it was their negligence that caused Momo to explode like that. In the worst way possible.

Did she hate them? Utami, Saya or even AZM, who was her best friend? Did Momo hate all of them? Did she grow too resentful due to feeling left behind?

Utami wanted to ask, she wanted to scream.

But she did none of that. She knew asking wouldn’t change anything. She would only get laughed at and eat another chairshot to the head for her troubles.

And truth be told, it didn’t really matter anyway. Whatever reason Momo might’ve had, it hurt all the same.

Her unresponsive body was dragged into the corner, near Saya and AZM. They were stacked up like a pile of trash, in the background as Momo celebrated her actions with her new group. Her new friends.

Momo Watanabe hadn’t been Utami’s best friend, but she was a good one. She was reliable, resourceful, a mentor to her when she first entered Queen’s Quest. If it wasn’t for her help, Utami would’ve never become who she was today. Now, she was gone. A friend turned into a foe. A traitor.

Mourning for a friend was honestly more painful than the combined sting of all those chair shots. She laid there, so did what remained of her group. Her head fell to the side, her eyes met Saya’s and then they shifted to AZM’s crying ones.

Did Utami really have any guarantees that they wouldn’t do the same to her once conflicts between them started appearing? Could she trust them to not turn their backs on her when jealousy reared its ugly head? Just how easy would it be for her enemies to manipulate the people Utami considered friends after Momo just proved that doing so wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world? How co-

She stopped. She took a deep breath.

Utami felt shitty for thinking that way. This was a collective trauma they were going through. Her thoughts shouldn’t have been flocking around the notions of growing some distance away from the friends she still had and building a wall around her emotions. In fact, they should’ve gone the opposite direction. AZM and Saya needed her more than ever. She was the world champion, the ace of STARDOM, the ace of Queen’s Quest. She would endure. She had to endure.

When Oedo Tai left the ring, it was Utami who got up first, helping Saya and AZM to get back. The audience applauded them as they made their way back to their locker room, trying to console the betrayed trio. Not surprisingly, the cheers and the applause accomplished absolutely nothing.

Not a single noise emerged from the trio of women as they sat together in their locker room. AZM’s tears had dried up, Saya’s head was in between her hands. As for Utami, she eventually grew tired of the silence and the TV remote nearby was the solution to that little problem. The small television hung in the corner of the room has opened and on the feed … Utami saw Donna Del Mondo. The trio of Maika, Himeka and Natsupoi, to be more specific. She had seen them win another match early in the day, not to mention Syuri dismantling three opponents one-by-one in under ten minutes.

What did the Donnas have that Queen’s Quest didn’t? The hierarchy in their ranks was definitely more definitive than Queen’s Quest’s … yet everything was going all sunshine and rainbows with them. They had all the reasons for conflicts, for frictions, for jealousy, for defections, yet fucking 'Kumbaya' was all they sang. Their leader Giulia was clearly being outshined on a regular basis by Syuri. Natsupoi was basically a Cosmic Angels member in a DDM coat of paint. With all those glaring issues, what did they have that kept them together?

While AZM and Saya kept their focus on grieving over Momo’s betrayal, Utami’s eyes remained fixated on the scene.

DDM won their match. Because of course they fucking did.

Her mind reverted back to that time she saw Syuri with the man in the parking lot. Utami later found him out to be one of the New Japan guys. Truth be told, she’d been kinda intrigued by him ever since that day. She’d been doing her research, watching his matches, closely following his media appearances. He was close with Syuri, close with the whole Donna Del Mondo, actually. She didn’t even know why she was so fixated on him. Surely his good looks and promising portfolio of wrestling matches didn’t warrant borderline stalker-ish behaviour from her, did they?

She didn’t answer her own question as she felt a set of arms around her, disrupting her inner monologue. Saya was hugging her. AZM followed suit. Tension in her body released as she released another deep breath. It was clear. They needed her.

But Utami needed something too. She just wasn’t sure what … or who.

.......

“I’m guessing you’d found it, otherwise we wouldn’t really be here together, would we?” The Foreigner asked, fully aware that he was probably asking the most rhetorical question in the history of rhetorical questions. Well, unless Utami planned to pull a legendary plot twist, that is.

An overly sweet nod accompanying an overly sweet smile was the overly sweet redhead’s answer. The master hypnotist used his non-cuffed hand to wipe small drops of sweat from his forehead.

“Are you ready to claim me now?” Utami asked, lightly wiggling in her place in anticipation. “I promise to make your wait worthwhile, Master.”

At least she'd dropped the embarrassing pet names. He looked at Utami’s cute little face before grabbing the chain that bound their cuffs together. She was cuffed to him as much as he was cuffed to her and The Foreigner used that fact to yank the chain, pulling Utami towards him. They were real close now.

A cool smirk was on his face now, his smooth lips just inches away from Utami’s quivering ones. She was prepared from the start to give herself to him. Was the man who owned not one but two whole groups in Utami’s workplace finally ready to start worming his way up into a third one?

He saw Utami close her eyes, her lips slowly pushing forward, ready for the kiss of her life.

“Continue the story,” he said before gently pushing her away from that intimate position. He didn’t put much of his aura into the command, almost next to none, but Utami already had the obedience part covered even without him pushing for it.

He was enjoying this.

“Though I probably know what comes next.” he continued, there was an event involving Utami very close in date to Momo Watanabe’s betrayal of Queen’s Quest. He remembered it well, for multiple reasons.

Utami had recovered from the shock by that point and continued the story as he wished.

.......

The curtains that separated the backstage area and the entrance ramp parted in the middle and out emerged The Red Queen. She was in front of her subjects now and the champion of STARDOM was ready to carry her symbol of excellence into the future and beyond. It’d barely passed the mark of one week after the Momo incident but Utami had no time to dwell on that. The pyrotechnics went off behind her, amplifying the greatness of her already-grandiose entrance, hyping the fans even more for the arrival of the greatest professional wrestler in the world. Utami Hayashishita had beaten many opponents, defended her title against many pretenders. This time was going to be no different, no matter the circumstances. She was the fucking Red Queen. It had to be her, it couldn’t be anyone else.

Utami subconsciously continued to swirl her signature rose in her hand while her eyes met her opponent from a distance. A very familiar opponent.

The old hag stared back. Syuri was still in the game, stronger than ever after winning the biggest tournament of the year, granting her another shot at Utami and her world championship belt. Their last meeting ended with much frustration for Utami. Now was the time to make up for that misstep.

Instead of entering the ring directly and starting the match immediately, Utami took her sweet-ass time, circling around the ring instead. Normally, she would’ve given her rose to a random member of the audience by now, preferably someone sitting close to the ramp instead of someone from the sections around the ring. One of the commentators was fair game too, but they also failed to receive her rose today. Utami had her target plain in sight.

DDM’s secret prince was in the audience, perfectly unaware of how he drove Utami crazy. But it was all okay, Utami was never handed anything in life, she always fought for it. Today, he would see first-hand just how much of a fluke the first match was on Syuri's behalf. His existence was giving the DDM girls extra confidence and resolve, that was the conclusion Utami had come to as the result of her research. How else could Syuri win the biggest tournament of the year?

But it was all okay, if Syuri was going to go hard because of his presence, then Utami would have to go extra hard to compensate for that. She never backed down from a challenge.

Her forbidden fruit would have to watch her destroy his beloved Syuri. But Utami already had plans to make it up to him. In fact, she stopped circling around the ring like a vulture, finally standing in front of a section of fans. Giving Syuri one last glance, she turned around and extended her arm. The old hag wanted to steal her title, her crown from her. She could try. Turnabout was always fair play. Utami was going to steal her man’s heart in return.

Her heart started pounding as she offered her rose to him, praying that he would take it. Three thousand people were watching her in the arena with even more people watching it online. She didn’t care. Only for that moment, nobody else existed in the arena. Not even Syuri. Just Utami and him. To her absolute joy, he accepted her rose after offering back the same assuring and warm smile he gave her in the parking lot. That’s how Utami knew that everything was going to be alright. She turned back, climbed the steel steps and was in the ring immediately after that.

Last time, they went over 60 minutes, with no winners. But this time, there was no time limit in the match, meaning that there had to be a winner. Utami was going to win it. The ‘no time limit’ stipulation be damned, she wasn’t even going to let it go to 60 minutes this time.

And she didn’t, because it only took 36 minutes.

For Syuri to beat her.

She lost. Utami had lost. When she opened her eyes again, Syuri was already given the championship belt that used to be hers.

The former champion tried to raise her head, her eyes looking for him. He was watching with a proud smile as Syuri celebrated with the title she took from her.

She closed her eyes again, waiting for it to be just a bad dream. She would open her eyes again and wake up again. Maybe the belt would still be with her. Maybe Momo would still be with them. Maybe. Just maybe.

But when she opened her eyes back again, the reality didn’t change. She had lost and she had to live with that now.

Fuck.

.......

The Foreigner didn’t know which was sweeter, reminiscing about Syuri's big victory or seeing Utami pout at his amusement of said reminiscence. If Utami knew the full details of what happened after the show, then there would be no way she could blame him for letting a big dumb smirk decorate his face.

Giulia, Maika, Himeka and ‘Poi all worshipping Syuri’s body with their hands and their mouths. The all-conquering champion was handed the privilege to command her friends for that day like her Master did every single day. The expensive royal suite, the heavenly king-sized bed. The greatest orgy ever. The world championship belt. God. And after god, The Foreigner.

“For what it’s worth…” he said, laying smugly in his place. “...I did keep the rose.”

“Y-you did?” Utami asked, blushing like a maiden.

“Why wouldn’t I? The world champion of the time had specifically given me a rose, not many men can claim the same thing.” he shrugged, using simple logic.

“Sure, the world champion of the time didn’t remain that for long after that, but still…” he then teased, dealing another blow to Utami after she had to recall that experience.

“You’re right, I don’t give my roses to many men.” Utami responded, finding herself some flat object to sit on. It was a miracle how nobody had interrupted them yet, honestly. “But you’re not ‘many men’.”

“Oh, on that much we agree.” He was pretty bold with his words. He had all the reasons to be.

Not many men got roses from a beautiful champion like Utami. Not many men had two different wrestling factions bound to his will and worshipping him like obedient slaves. Not many men at all. There was much to be proud of in being unique.

“And giving you the rose wasn’t the only thing I did to appease you.”

“Do you remember the interview you gave to the Tokyo Sports magazine back in February?” Utami asked, her uncuffed hand running through her hair.

.......

“We’re finally here!” Saya squealed as they stopped in front of the hairdresser shop.

Utami was glad she was finally getting to do something nice for Saya. She’d promised to take the taller girl to her hairdresser and having the week off meant that the plan could finally come to fruition.

Tall Saya pushed the glass door and the two ladies entered the shop. Utami’s hairstylist was busy with a customer at the moment but she still took the moment to greet the former champion and her best friend.

“Let’s sit down.” Utami offered as it became apparent that her hairdresser wouldn’t have her hands free for quite some time.

Some magazines laid on the table as they always did. Fashion, home architecture, music and Tokyo Sports. Saya took the last one and gave it a quizzical look, which didn’t escape Utami’s eye.

“I’m a regular here so the owner puts Tokyo Sports on the table in case I show up.” she explained to Saya, who had opened the magazine and was in the process of going through some pages arbitrarily.

Utami let her do that while she didn’t particularly try to pass time with magazines. Her mind was already occupied enough. Quite frankly, the storms that brewed within her head were the primary reason she was having this relaxing outing with Kamitani anyway. It was a shame her stylist still had some work to do with her current customer, prompting The Red Queen to wait until the owner of the shop gave her the perfect opportunity to dispel those thoughts.

“So … “ Saya dragged the word out. “What are you going to do with your hair today?”

“I don’t know, really. Maybe refresh the colour? I’m not planning drastic changes, we’re here more for you than me, honestly,” Utami replied.

“Oh, good to know,” her friend smiled back. “Your hair is lovely like this, Utami! I think long red locks suit you perfectly. I don’t think you should change it at all.”

A nervous giggle also escaped Kamitani’s lips. It was an awkward enough sound to push her face back to her magazine and shut up for a minute. Utami found it endearing, however, despite not feeling any more ready to talk about Saya’s ongoing crush on her.

“That’s just great…” Utami heard her break her silence. Saya was rolling her eyes as well while gently slapping the page she had been reading to indicate her displeasure with it.

“Another article about Syuri’s championship reign. If those journalists love her soooo much then they should just marry her and be done with it.”

Utami really wanted to ‘thank’ Saya for not making it easy to stop thinking about her recent shortcomings but she elected not to. She was better than that. Hayashishita just closed her eyes instead and let out a deep breath. Maybe the magazines weren’t such a bad idea…

“Oh, they also have an interview with that New Japan guy you just don’t shut up about.”

“Give me!” Utami said instantly, hand reaching for the magazine.

And now Saya was giving her a weird look.

“... for the Syuri article … !” Utami was the least convincing person in the world right now. “I-I want to ridicule it, I swear! She s-sucks, yeah, Syuri sucks! Totally!”

Saya handed her the magazine anyway, though not without rolling her eyes again with greater vitriol this time. Then, her hands hastily grabbed another magazine. As her friend did that, Utami realized something. Talking about him annoyed Saya a lot more than talking about Syuri. Which was pretty telling of how Utami talked about him, she supposed. Even though she tried to keep the secret nature of her feelings to a minimum, like always talking about his match quality or whatnot, she guessed Saya was smart enough to get all the necessary hints from her tone and all that.

But reading the interview with him took precedence over trying to reassure her friend. Kamitani was quick to flare and her anger was quick to die down. She would forget about it soon and the issue wasn’t even serious anyway. Certainly not serious enough to bother her reading time.

He just looked so ravishing in his photo that covered both the pages like a poster. She licked her lips on pure instinct before hoping Saya didn’t see it.

He had such a way with words. He gave such eloquent answers describing his thought process on staging a coup against his former group leader, resulting in him taking over as the new leader of the pack. His primary goal was to win the world championship on his own promotion. Such noble desires, she always took him for a man who had no problems just taking what he wanted. As far as she had watched him, he hadn’t proved her wrong. The girls of Donna Del Mondo had a weird relationship with him, a relationship apparently nobody but her really noticed. She didn’t make it a big fuss out of it by talking about it to others either. Utami was sure he’d appreciate his privacy.

Tokyo Sports usually asked off-topic questions to the athletes they interviewed as well with him being no exception to the rule. Her eyes became glued to the pages of the magazine as she read a question about his taste in women.

‘I don’t know how cliche I can get with this but I do like confident and strong girls. Why wouldn’t I? I’ll also admit that I have a soft spot for short hair on women, I don’t mean buzzcut or anything but something around the neck-length would be ideal.’

His answer did not elaborate more than that and after a few more passages, Utami had finished reading the article. She laid the Tokyo Sports magazine back on the table, in front of Kamitani in case she wanted to pick up from where she was left off. She raised her head again after that, only to see that the customer that kept her hairdresser busy was preparing to leave. Now available, the hairdresser soon walked up to them, ready to take them away from the magazines and the unspoken crush dramas.

“Alright, Utami, I will have you first.” she asked her first, prompting Utami to get up. “So, what do you want me to do with your hair today?”

As she approached the chair, Utami had a smile on her face and crystal clarity in her voice.

“I want to try something new today.”

.......

“We had a big fight because of that haircut, you know? Saya didn’t talk to me for a month after that day,” revealed Utami. Even though she tried to cover it with chuckles, The Foreigner did end up sensing the tiniest hint of bitterness in his stalker’s voice.

“And I don’t think our friendship really recovered from that. Sure, we still joke around. We still tag sometimes. But she’s nowhere near as close to me as she used to be.”

His response didn’t vocalize immediately. Instead, he wiggled his way an inch or so closer to Utami, catching her by total surprise as his hand reached out to brush some of her crimson hair behind her ear. It would be pretty redundant to mention the intense blush making its return on her cheeks. Both her hands closed around his almost on instinct. They felt so soft, her grip was almost non-existent. It was easy for him to draw his hand back. From her hands, at least, the cuffs were still on.

“I think short hair looks perfect on you, Utami.” the compliment was accompanied with a charming smile. He had grown way too comfortable with playing the role of the dashing prince.

“T-thank you.” she said, no, squealed was a better term for it. “Then I’d say the haircut was totally worth it.”

“Of course.”

It was too bad he couldn’t find any suitable watch to match with the suit. He had no idea how much time had passed since Utami dragged him here. Well, the story hadn’t reached its conclusion yet, so he figured some more time would be spent as well.

“You cut your hair and suddenly we are here, is that it?” He questioned. “Feels like you still haven’t told me the most important bits.”

“Yes,” Utami nodded as she slowly lowered her hands back. They had hung too long in the air after the warmth of his hand departed from her skin.

“My feelings for you were hard to put into words, honestly. I’d never felt anything like that before,” she admitted. “I did find some clarity eventually, even though it was from the most strange of sources.”

.......

Stalking came in different shapes and purposes. Utami wasn’t proud to admit that her portfolio on that subject was quite diverse. She was already adept at stalking the prime object of her burning desire. She had been collecting tapes, magazines, memorabilia and all sorts of things. Everything that she could own or decipher to figure him out and make her way into his heart would help. But that was all for love. The goal was about something she could share with him.

As the former world champion slithered her way out of the locker room, she reminded herself that this was for her and her only. She didn’t sneak her way into the only female-only gym in the city at goddamn 4 AM without telling anyone for no reason.

The Red Queen wanted her crown back. If that meant she would have to resort to some extreme methods like stalking Syuri then she would be a fool to think even twice about it. The current world champion had recently expressed in an interview that her routine before title matches included working out dead in the night where she would have a whole gym by herself. Utami was going to stalk, no, scout Syuri from a distance. She would take note of every little detail in Syuri’s workout so that she could use them against her rival and take her world title back.

The plan seemed foolproof until Utami realized that Syuri wasn’t there alone. Old hag didn’t mention a sparring partner in her interview. Weirder was the fact that the woman near her was a part of the STARDOM roster and she wasn’t even from DDM. What exactly was Unagi Sayaka of Cosmic Angels doing in the dead of the night with Syuri?

Before Utami’s mind could jump to all sorts of conclusions, the unlikely duo continued whatever conversation they’d had before. Even with the distance, Utami could hear them perfectly.

“You can’t do this to me!.” whined the Cosmic Angel, her arms crossed. “Being up this late seriously messes with my own routine! Do you know how much extra beauty sleep I will need to get after this?”

Syuri didn’t seem to care at all, her smirk was borderline predatory as she eyed Unagi up. This clarified absolutely nothing for Utami.

“Why didn’t you ask someone from your own team to help you train?” Unagi asked. That was one of the questions in Utami’s mind as well. One of many, in fact.

“Because I wanted to play with you instead.” Syuri answered casually. “And because I know you will obey me completely unlike them.”

Utami’s mind had to do a double take after that answer. Was she hearing Syuri correctly? O-obey? What was Syuri talking about? Were they in a relationship?

Was Syuri cheating on the man Utami spent months obsessing about … with Unagi? The world had gone insane, Utami was sure of it, nothing made sense in her life anymore.

The list of questions only expanded when she heard Syuri utter a nonsensical phrase and Unagi’s body went stiff for a moment before relaxing completely. The Cosmic Angel had a blank expression on her face, her head tilted slightly to her side. She totally looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes were blankly staring into the distance. Her arms were slack to the point of slightly oscillating from side to side. Utami was sure that the mindless looking woman would fall down with a single poke. Syuri’s gaze grew even more hungry, her hands immediately grabbing the straps of Sayaka’s sports bra before roughly pulling them down.

And it only escalated from there.

Utami felt hot.

Watching them kiss and fuck over the gym equipment. Gazing upon their glorious naked bodies. Hearing Syuri be called ‘Mistress’ by the woman who was being treated, quite frankly, like a sex slave.

Utami didn’t exactly know how she managed to not touch herself and make her presence known to the two lovers(?), but she knew it was quite the miraculous task. Maybe it was her devotion to him that repelled her from pleasuring herself to the possible sight of him getting cheated on. Maybe it was a backlog of battles and hatred she shared with Syuri. But ‘maybe’s were irrelevant.

This was fishy. Utami had massive doubts that this was just some kinky roleplay sex. Unagi might’ve been more proficient at the acting side of wrestling than she was at wrestling side, but no actress in the world had the acting chops to act as if she’d suddenly gone into a deep trance without breaking the character for a single second as every inch of their bodies were used sexually.

The redhead silently uttered the gibberish phrase Syuri used to initiate Unagi’s ‘trance’ to make sure if she still remembered it. She had to get to the bottom of this. As she repeated the phrase once more, Utami realized that she had the means to do so.

.......

“The very next show, I caught Unagi backstage alone. She was surprised to see me approach her. Before she could say anything however, I put her under by using her trigger phrase,” Utami explained. Her heart was beating faster and faster with each second, utterly unable to get a read on him. “I ordered her to tell me everything.”

“And she did,” he realized. His focus departed away from Utami as he pressed his fingertips together. He looked thoughtful.

His periods of silence usually meant that he wanted Utami to continue the story, but that was all there was to it. Utami was taken by his charms and after months of (not so) secretly and (not so) silently obsessing over him, she had grown to find that he could literally charm people to the point of brainwashing them. Everything had led her to this moment.

The moment was at hand for Utami. She had him where she wanted him. It would reflect badly on him in the eyes of the public if he were to not make it in time to humbly accept the award graciously bestowed upon him. Sure, that wouldn’t be the biggest scandal in the world, not even close. However, his career was still young and that meant even the smallest controversy would cause a big headache for the man she wanted more than anything else in the world.

She had accepted him completely. She had accepted his ‘abilities’. She had accepted his desires. She had even accepted the fact that she was going to share him with so many others including her biggest rival. Would she be asking for too much if she just wanted him to accept her love in return?

The silence really unnerved Utami. He should’ve jumped her by now.

“People must be looking for us,” she said, calling back to what he’d said before. Calling him to act as soon as possible. Calling him to claim her.

His head finally turned back to her again. He had a wide grin on his beautiful face, his piercing gaze sizing her up like a full course meal. Utami smiled back. A hopeful warmth had filled her body. Did this mean that he started to work his magic?

His free hand grabbed the chain binding them together and tugged on it, yanking her wrist with it in a rather harsh manner. He did it again and it hurt. Yet, Utami was happier than ever because his message was clear. He wanted her but he wasn’t going to go out his way to jump her. No, he wanted her to come to him instead. So, she did. On her hands and knees. Crawling to him to awaken further desire within the loins that claimed many of her colleagues.

When she got close enough, his arms reached and hugged her. Accepting her love. Utami let out a soft moan as she melted into his embrace. He smelled like a bouquet of roses. It felt so soft, so comfortable. So right.

She never wanted this to end and that made it way all too painful when he suddenly broke the hug. Before Utami could comprehend what was going on, his hands swiftly grabbed her by both shoulders. He turned her around and embraced her again from the back this time. His cuffed arm went around her and the long chain holding the cuffs together was now wrapped around Utami’s triceps, severely restricting the movement of both her upper arms.

Utami was confused and worried. Now it was him who had her dead to rights. As if the space he comfortably occupied in her head wasn’t enough, he had her physically restrained too with the help of the very same handcuffs she used against him. It felt humiliating … It felt hot. So hot. She’d been dealing with arousal the entire time they’d been locked together but this compromising position just turned that up to eleven. It was bad to the point where she had just realized that she’d been rubbing her ass on his crotch since the moment he turned her backwards.

This earned a chuckle from him … and an erection that pressed up against her behind. To know that she aroused him back only served to amplify her excitement.

“I think it’s time I tell you a little story of my own, Utami,” he said in a low tone, but it didn’t matter. His mouth was just an inch or two away from her ear. She could feel his breath on her skin, giving it pleasant little tingles.

She nodded, pretty much all she could do in her position. Her heart was going berserk inside her ribcage. She could barely take it anymore. The Red Queen was turned into a blushing and gushing little maiden in his hands.

“I’m really surprised though!” he said in an amused tone. “I thought you would’ve figured it all out after everything Unagi told you. Suppose not.”

Figure it out? Utami tried to turn her head backwards and try to look at his face, but a soft push from one of his palms blocked that. She was too weak to even attempt to fight. Despite her upper arms having very restricted mobility, the rest of her arms were free to move. He took advantage of that. Grabbing Utami’s free wrist with his own free hand, he gently guided the hand under her kimono … under her panties.

“Rub,” he commanded. Utami let out a squeal before immediately going to work. God, she needed this so bad. She needed him so bad.

“You’ve been hooked on me since the moment our eyes met at the parking lot.” he said with a laugh. “I was trying to charm you. It was the best I could do in that short time period and from that distance.”

He wanted her from the very beginning. It made sense. It made so much sense. He wanted her to want him. He planted the small seeds of desire and obsession within her and with time, they only grew and grew. This revelation only made her strokes more furious as the frequency of her moans increased.

“I really wanted to take my time with this one as well, my sweet Red Queen,” he teased. She leaned her head back to him. The ethereal sensation of his embrace slowly came back to her. He was doing it, he was turning his aura up. Utami heard enough details from Unagi to know that this was basically him ‘claiming’ his girls, making them his slaves. She kept on rubbing and rubbing. Her eyes rolled back into the head. She was close, so close…

“Stop,” he said.

No. He ordered. His voice had the conviction of a god. His power over her was so strong that it beat out her aching need for release. A gasping sound left her mouth as she shivered from stopping so abruptly.

Then, she nodded, acknowledging that she had and would obey an order. If this didn’t mean that she was properly being claimed, then Utami didn’t know what would. He was taking her, he was enslaving her. Her imagination was already running wild on what her new life as his slave would entail.

“You are not allowed to cum until I finish my story, understand?” he asked and she immediately nodded. “Good. Keep on edging for me, Utami.”

Yet another nod. Her hand found her needy pussy once more. She got to work once more.

“After that epic match you had with Syuri, everything kept going downhill for you, didn’t it?” he continued with the story. Her nods were almost automatic at this point. But she also couldn’t deny that he was right.

“You still think it was Starlight Kid who whispered all those sweet nothings into Momo’s ear? The girl was fiercely loyal to Queen’s Quest. Her change of mind was far from natural, if you know what I mean.”

Her eyes opened wide and her rubbing stopped for a second as she faced that realization. But then the warmth filled her again, as if a hand was pulling her back to the clouds. Softening her, surrounding her. Utami imagined him physically whispering into Momo’s ear as the traitor smiled and nodded, her mushy brain taking his words as heavenly gospel.

“How do you think Syuri won the tournament? How do you think she handed your ass to you and took your title? I trained her, I encouraged her, I made sure that beating you meant everything to her. You stood no chance against her, nobody could’ve beaten her on that night.”

She rubbed, she rubbed, she rubbed. She took everything in like a sponge and she rubbed. Fantasies continued to fill Utami’s dirty little mind. Him having Syuri work out naked in a gym, ordering her to do squats on his cock, promising to drown her in much love and affection if she were to beat Utami like yesterday’s trash. She rubbed and she stopped. She continued to rub again.

“What about poor little Saya Kamitani, the girl was your biggest simp, wasn’t she? And nowadays she barely even talks to you. Do I need to say why at this point?”

Oh fuck. Saya was in on it too. Her cute little face, devoid of any emotion but pure ecstasy, denouncing Utami in front of him as he gave Utami’s best friend all the pleasant sensations in the world before he made any move on Utami herself. The girl was in love with Utami, but his power was strong enough to turn her burning love into nothing but cold apathy. Fuck. She rubbed. She stopped. It was a real close call. She started again.

“Oh, and of course. The finale. You didn’t think it would be easy to notice another person in an empty gym at those hours? Syuri knew you were there from the very beginning. She texted me asking what she should do about it. I told her to trance Unagi and put on a show for you. I wanted them to let you in on the secret. I wanted to see what you would do with the information. You didn’t disappoint, making your way to me eventually.”

All his words, all these revelations, they were all dripped with honey, driving Utami crazier and crazier. Rub. Stop. Rub. Stop. Edge. Edge. Edge. She remembered all the details of their debauchery. She imagined how happy Syuri must’ve felt after getting permission from him to use Unagi as a sex doll just to bait Utami. Poor, helpless Sayaka probably had no clue what was going on. Then again, Utami’s been just as helpless and clueless as her all this time.

“Utami Hayashishita, you had everything. But I took it all from you and replaced them with nothing but me. Your title, Momo, Saya, everything. And now it’s time I take you too.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she repeated, her voice hoarse. ”Please take me, please.”

He whispered into her ear.

“Cum.”

The orgasm shook Utami to her very core. For a moment, she forgot everything. For a moment, the world was nothing but blinding white. What followed was what felt like visions from the future. Her life as her Master’s obedient slave. Worshipping his divine body. Wearing a collar and a leash to signify her place as his pet. Fiercely making out with Syuri at his request, acting submissive to her fiercest rival because he wanted her to. Following his plans and using her own charms to gather more slaves for him. Being part of something greater.

When the afterglow of her orgasm has passed and she came back to her senses, she looked at him with the biggest smile one could ever muster.

“I am yours, Master. What can your humble slave do for you?”

“Remove the cuffs.”

“Yes, Master.”

Utami reached under her kimono once again. Instead of reaching down to touch herself once more, her hand snuck inside her bra. When it was back out again, she was holding a key. She used the key to uncuff her Master as he requested.

He rubbed his wrist for a moment before giving his new slave a kiss on the forehead. Utami giggled into the kiss, completely overjoyed by the events that had unfolded in this tiny janitor’s closet. He soon reached for the door.

“Can’t stay here forever, have an award to accept. And if I remember it right, you have one too. So, I wouldn’t be very late if I were you.”

Then, he was out of the room, leaving Utami alone in the closet. Alone with her own thoughts, the very same thoughts he owned.

Once upon a time, Utami Hayashishita had everything she could’ve ever wanted.

Then she lost them all and was left with nothing.

But now, she had everything once more.

.......

.......

.......

”Fuck, that was so hot,” were the first words that left Giulia’s mouth once her Master had finished recalling the story of how he recruited the mighty Utami Hayashishita as her newest slave-sister.

“I know you’re quite fond of using your influence on other people to enslave a certain target…” she recalled. He’d done the exact same thing to Giulia too. Maika, Syuri, Himeka, Natsupoi. They were all brainwashed by Master before her and they all worked together to bring Giulia under. She cherished the memories dearly.

“But did you really do all of that? Seems a bit excessive.” she said as she playfully snugged to him in the bed they shared. She’d won the bed privileges by winning her last match and she was going to use it to full extent. “How come I haven't seen Watanabe or Kamitani with you? I feel like you would’ve told us if you snatched those two, and well, you would've used them alongside us. I mean, is someone really hypnotized by you if I hadn't been ordered to eat them out?”

Giulia didn’t expect Master to let out a hearty chuckle to that, but his joy was her joy, so she laughed as well.

“Nah, I totally made the whole master plan thing up on the spot.”

Now Giulia understood why he seemed so amused.

“You can’t be serious!”

“Look, it doesn’t matter if I actually orchestrated all those events and enslaved her friends or not. The precious Red Queen believes that I did, and that’s all that matters. She believes that everything she’s lost is because of me and that means she can’t get them back without my approval. In her mind, everything loops back to me. I am all there is for my dearest Utami.”

“Master, that’s horrible!” Giulia said before another laugh. A playful jab landed on his chest. “And so hot.”

“Yes, it is,” he confirmed. “But Giulia, I thought you knew better than that..”

Giulia’s genuine smile turned into an awkward one. She rubbed the back of her head. Did she displease her Master somehow?

“I’d rather have you sucking my cock than trying to poke holes in my fabricated master plans.”

She nodded profusely as she swiftly moved to give him another blowjob. He caressed her platinum locks as she did so.

“Such a good girl,” he purred. “And if you feel disappointed that I didn’t end up enslaving Momo or Saya, well … all in due time.”

“All in due time," he repeated.

Then he closed his eyes and let pleasure overtake him once more. There would be only one way to go from here: Upwards.

#hypnostory #hypnomanip

[xolta]

anime recommendations list

Ted's Big ass anime recommendation list

(probably will update when i remember more) Tv series/ovas: Ghost in the shell stand alone complex(mystery cyber punk/ political thriller/ techno babel simualtior) Trigun(Space western) FLCL(Coming of age/ wacky mind fuckery) Panty and stocking with gaterbelt(comdey) Kill la Kill(action) Fist of the north star(action) Gin Sliver fang(action/ DOGS) Hunter x hunter(adventure/ never ending series) Cowboy bebop (space adventure/sadness) Space Dandy(comedy) Jojo's bizarre adventure(depends on the part okay) Revolutionary Girl Utena (face slaping action/drama) The Rose of Versailles( Drama) Blood plus(vampire bullshit) Saint Seiya: Knights of the Zodiac(action) Tiger Mask(wrestling) Ultimate muscle (wrestling) Lupin III(adventure/comdey) Neo Human Casshan(super hero) Charge men ken(Trash fire/ master class in shitty anime) Getter Robo(mecha) G Gundam(mecha) Yatterman(super hero) Cyborg 009 *The 2000s version i remember more(super hero) Gigantor(mecha) space pirate cobra/Space Cobra(space adventure) Armored Trooper Votoms(mecha) Kinnikuman(comdey/superhero/ wrestling) Golgo 13(manly spy action) Dragonball and dragon ball z(action) Sherlock Hound(furry comdey mystery) Bestars(Furry bullshit) Dirty Pair(space adventure) MD Geist (action) Wanna-Be's(female wrestling/ trash but fun trash) Kaiba(mind fuck/mystery) Ultraman USA(super hero/kaiju fighting) inuyasha( romance drama/rumikos wild ride) ranma 1/2(romance drama) Mad★Bull 34(fun trash) Shin Chan(comdey) Dragon half(comdey/fansty)

Dirty pair flash(scifi action) Iria: Zeiram The Animation(scifi action) Future GPX Cyber Formula Zero(future racing) Slayers(comdey fantasy) Card captor sakura (magical girl) xxxholic(drama) speed racer/mach no go go(racing/fun trash) Berserk(dark fantasy) Record of Lodoss War(fanstay) Steam Detectives(steam punk/mystery) Great Teacher Onizuka(drama/comdey) The Super Milk-Chan Show(comdey) Pokemon seasons 1-4(adventure/monster collecting) Big O (mecha/bullshit ending) Digimon season 1 (monster iskeai) RahXephon(mecha/mind fuckery) Wolf's Rain(drama mystery/ bullshit ending) Fullmetal Alchemist and brother hood(action) F-Zero: GP Legend(future racing/action adventure) Paranoia Agent(mystery/mind fuckery)

Eureka Seven(mecha) Akagi(thrilling drama) Gurren Lagann(mecha/badass) Kaiji: Ultimate Survivor(thrilling drama/) Afro samuri(action) Hellsing and hellsing ultimate(vampire tiddy sim/fun trash) Spice and Wolf(romance/drama/economics 101) Soul Eater(action) Birdy the Mighty: Decode (super hero) Puella Magi Madoka Magica(magical girl/sadness/magical girl Valhalla ) Tiger & Bunny(super hero/dilfs) Inferno cop(comdey/ stupidity) Love, Chunibyo, & Other Delusions(romance/comdey) Parasyte(action horror) My Love Story!!(romance/comdey) SHIMONETA(comdey/dirty jokes) KonoSuba(iskeai parody) Mob Psycho 100(action/supernatural) Yuri!!! on Ice(sports/romance) Made in Abyss*i only seen season 1(adventure/child endangerment) Megalo Box(sports) Banana Fish(crime drama) SSSS.Gridman(kaiju fighting super hero) Dororo 2019 version(action) Ranking of Kings(fantasy adventure/drama)

Movies: Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind(fantasy adventure) Locke the Superman(super hero) Nora & twinkel rock nora( trash fires/ master class in shitty anime) Ghost in the shell(cyberpunk) Vampire Hunter D(action horror/vampire bullshit) Castle in the Sky(fantasy adventure) Guyver: Out of Control(super hero) Black Magic M-66(action) Grave of the Fireflies(drama/ why am i crying so much em up) Akira(scifi action) The Guyver: Bio-Booster Armor(super hero) Kiki's Delivery Service(drama) Only Yesterday(drama/romance)

Princess Mononoke(Drama)

Howl's Moving Castle(Drama)

Spirited Away(drama)

Pom poko(comdey)

Perfect Blue(Mystery thriller)

Paprika(Thriller)

Princess Mononoke(Drama) Howl's Moving Castle(Drama) Spirited Away(drama) Pom poko(comdey) Perfect Blue(Mystery thriller) Paprika(Thriller) The Girl Who Leapt Through Time(sicfi/drama) Redline(racing) Little Witch Academia (fantasy) Marry and the witches flower(fantasy) Promare (action) Belle(musical/drama)

#anime #series recommendations

[yozakurabae]

master kira under the sunset♡

okay WEIRD HEADCANON TIME

pls do not ask me what that outfit even is cuz idek myself T_T i just went with what i think kira would wear and the result is a moto jacket with a bow around his neck and fingerless gloves to accessorize. unfortunately i didn’t draw the rest but it would be paired with some black jeans, a belt and platform boots. he’s clearly missing a shirt. the headcanon ?? yeh kira hates wearing shirts so he just goes out like that xD

for the record, he just doesn’t dress … modestly i guess you can say. going by his canon wardrobe consisting of a wrestling outfit look and how open it is… yeaaahhh he just has to have skin showing. he’s fashionable like that lmaoo

more to add to the headcanon: sakyo and shinobu always nag him talking about “dude cover up please. that’s not very gentlemanly”

they’re both a little prince in the manga so i figured sakyo and shinobu would be all about decency and looking regal and elegant. of course their fashion tips and lessons for elegance go ignored and it ends with kira just calling them a bunch of prudes💀

as for zyro, he became kira’s homeboy so he’s his hype man along with yoshio xD

i’ll end it here. i have waaayyy too many headcanons for zero-g (yes including their heights xD) since we didn’t get much so is up to me to fill in the blanks to keep myself entertained lmao

please do not repost my art !!

#yozakurabae #art #fanart #my art #do not repost #beyblade #beyblade zero g #beyblade shogun steel #beyblade kira #kira hayama #headcanon time

[fang-revives]

If you don't know them already you should look up @vashito especially their "Zero G Wrestling" tag. I think you would dig it. They have some of the best wrestling ocs out there and it's inspired a lot by joshi wrestling!!!

Omg yes I love these and I had not run across them! Super cute and great designs! Thanks for writing in, followed!

#chatter #wrestling ocs #bless!

[vashito]

Dagmara Alternate Gear

#my art #oc #dagmara #Zero-G Wrestling

[snartha]

@vashito false alarm

#zero g wrestling #CKO #Stellar #Blue Corazón #PSYCH just kidding #comics #digital art #long post

[danwhobrowses]

My Highlights from AEW Revolution 2023

Another PPV has crossed the threshold as AEW Revolution enters the books. I've been adamant in avoiding spoilers for it, which is nervy since I saw it trending on tumblr, but the show had an air about it for sure.

On one hand, many were worried that some results would go to the winner they'd least prefer, and had already braced themselves to criticize it. On the other hand, there was the feeling that this could turn into a warzone, with 4 grudge-level feuds coming to a head.

For now, let's see what I enjoyed out of the show.

Spoilers for the PPV

Zero Hour

Danhausen in the Homer Simpson Moomoo

Mark Briscoe in general really

Mark Sterling announcing Ari and the Varsity Athletes

Clever nearfall to have Jay kick out of the weapons spot

Daddy 'tell me how my nipples feel' Magic, lads, give 2point0 a run at tag titles

Confirmation really on Final Burial, it is a classic buried alive match, minus Paul Bearer in cement of course

Adam Cole's promo was really good too

Main Card

For all the people who say they hate Jericho there's sure a lot who sing his theme song

Starks with the DDP energy ribs tape

'Throw Him Here' sign

Ricky has been selling the ribs really well, even between catches and landing big moves

Rock/Jericho parallels

Andretti flew at Sammy

Well-written finish as well, I do have qualms about Sammy showing up since the JAS was meant to be banned, so that should've been instant DQ, but having Ricky overcome the bat hit, block the Judas Effect and then win is good stuff

Christian Cage kept the fucking turtleneck XD

Immediately brawling, yes, it's a grudge match why would they lock up?

The old security guy happy as larry to let JB walk past him

Ooof the belt whipping, multilayered that given how Cage played the father figure to JB

JB finally hitting the Con-Chair-To, another full circle moment, because the Con-Chair-To to Adam Cole solidified his bond with Christian and led to their run that'd make him a tag champion, now it severs it

This is literally scrappy soap opera wrestling and it is great

Julia has a mask now!

Buddy and Kenny to start!

Malakai and Kenny!

Matt regretting calling out Brody instantly

Brody King doing Brody King things

Buddy's Knee cracking Nick mid-450

Brody's son getting to celebrate with the New Champions

Saraya keeping with the green aesthetic

Hayter always selling a crossbody like she's been wiped out

The match has done really well in blending the overlapping attacks

Hayter winning, granted the match could've finished more impactfully but there was more to tell, the key thing though is that everyone who was worried that Saraya would steal one and were braced to criticize AEW for it were W R O N G

Ruby swerve was good too, I know a lot didn't want it but they set it up, they got the reaction and now they only need 2 more 'outsiders' to get a Women's Blood & Guts; Tay Melo, Serena Deeb, Athena, Mercedes Martinez, there are some options there, pit them against Baker, Hayter, Shida/Riho, Willow and say Emi or Nyla and you've got a fight

Hangman's Entrance, just definitely has the right feel, and the red lighting - unlike a Fiendish guy - matches the feel of Texas Death

Again, Immediate Attack, why fucking wait?

Dude in the crowd who really wanted a selfie and got bonked for it XD

Moxley bringing out the fork, CZW energy

A fucking brick!?

Deadeye on a Barbed Wire Chair

Barbed Wire Back Rake!!!

Curb Stomp on the Brick

The finish was really good; Buckshot then a hangman choke with a chain

I also actually love the uncertain energy of the crowd, because it fits the brutality of the match

A baldfaced lie but at least gotta laugh at the attempt by Schiavone saying 'Revolution has never disappointed, ever', nobody wants to remember the end of the Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatch (though the match was great)

OC and Danhausen repping the Best Friends gear

Danhausen getting to WRESTLE

But still, the tomfoolery as well

Kurt Angle homage with the straps gesturing then an Angle Slam

Satnam Singh knows his role, I know we don't see him wrestle a lot but he knows what he's doing

The Gunns winning with a Big Rig-variant against Danhausen - the guy who coined 'Ass Boys'

FTR are back, settling any doubts otherwise

MJF getting an orchestral opening, to be honest I was half expecting him to bring them all out then play his music anyway, just for that extra dickhead heel energy

And Max is in SHAPE

Bryan Danielson showing where ZSJ got his whole shtick from

MJF threw water at a kid!

Much like Reigns vs Sami, while I didn't enjoy the pace of it, it's heelery by design from Max to waste time, and he is a poser, he told us all exactly what his reign would be like and how we'd react to it so I can't be mad that this is how it's going

The Powerbomb backbreaker was clean

MJF doing the Shawn Michaels pose after stopping Bryan from skinning the cat

Doing the pinfall rolls like MJF did vs Darby but extra extra

Max using the DQ to get quickfire falls to draw level

Bryan just leans back as MJF tries to slap him XD

MJF with a running tombstone through a table outside the ring

The constant water breaks: it's storytelling, because Bryan never pauses but Max always takes a water break, because it sells how unprepared he was for the Iron Man match

The sound the crowd made by MJF's gushing, we can joke all we like about AEW using blood a lot, but Christian, Mox, Hangman, Dax (accidentally) and Bryan bled on this event and yet we still got a reaction from this blood

The moment 5 minutes remained they cranked to 11

SUPER TOMBSTONE

Schiavone strutting down the ramp with glee knowing that Sudden Death is coming

MJF kicked out of the Buisaku Knee!

Bryan tapping to the LeBell Lock!!!

Overall

Match of the Night: Texas Death Match. A difficult choice, but since the Iron Man took a while to heat up, I went with the Texas Death brutality over it and the Trios match.

Best Performance: MJF. It was a three-way tie between him, Bryan and Hangman right until he kicked out of the Buisaku Knee, but given how the World Champion played the audience multiple times and deserves credit for that.

Best Attire: Brody King, mainly the face paint. Without Jade on the card and me not getting Kenny's reference this wasn't quite a good show for unique attires

Best Spot: Texas Death Finale, I was very close to picking Buddy's Knee Lift but the brutality and perfect finale to the match has to win out.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew revolution #bryan danielson #mjf #jon moxley #hangman adam page #jungle boy #christian cage #samoa joe #wardlow #jamie hayter #ruby soho #saraya #the elite #house of black #chris jericho #ricky starks #the gunns #the acclaimed #jeff jarrett #jay lethal #orange cassidy #danhausen #conclusion: enjoyed the hell out of it #but I do worry about Hobbs' title shot with Wardlow winning because we should strap him immediately #and the zero hour needed 1 or 2 more matches: like DO vs BCC? What about Stoke vs HOOK? A contendership women's match? #a bunch of internet 'experts' owe Tony Khan an apology

[gay-salt-amber]

B, K, G, and E foe Savannaclaw? spicy and fluffy?

Can do!

~Nsfw~

--

B

(doing this like I did the last one)

Leona: He loves Ruggies stomach, the way it goes in and out while pleasing Leona is so hot to him, he loves Epels lips and how they feel on his body, he loves Deuces legs and how they shake after giving his lower half only 5 seconds of attention and he loves Jacks hands and how they try to hold onto anything as Ruggie or Epel wreak him

Ruggie: Similar to Leonas, he loves leonas eyes and how they try to look so serious but the minute he gets slammed onto a bed they roll back in pleasure at any touch hes given, he loves Epels cheeks and the blush that comes over them when the hyena boy gets mischievous in public and whispers dirty things that make him go weak

Jack: Similar to the others, he loves Ruggies ears and how flat they go when hes in pleasure, almost like they're not even there, he loves Deuce's hips and how they shudder at everything ruggie/epel do inside him

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K

Leona: Degradation, petting, being tied up

Ruggie: Scratching, spanking

Jack: Praise, when his bois whisper in his ears

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G

I think Leona and Jack are both pretty serious, with the occasional teasing but Ruggie defiantly lets out a laugh or two at how submissive the two are to him/Epel

--

E

Leona: A little bit but nothing to bad, hes only top on very rare occasions (birthdays or special occasions and his bfs deserve it)

Ruggie: Oh Ruggie 100% knows what hes doing, at first he acts submissive but flips Leona over and pounds him till the only three words he knows are Ruggies name. 'please' and 'cum'

Jack: Oh this boi has zero experience at all, luckily he has bois who are more then happy to make him feel comfortable

~~

~Fluff~

B

Leona: He'd be the brutal honesty bestie (ik that cuz thats what I am) you'd prolly meet while you were doing a project in the greenhouse and he showed you the easiest plant Crewel would give you an A on

Ruggie: He'll def be the prank pulling friend. You would be his study buddy and bring doughnuts at the first study session you had and he was instantly your bff

Jack: Def the worried friend. You'd meet him on your morning jog and he'd give you some advice on how to have a better jog or smth athletic ig... listen I date the athletic types, never said I knew wtf they're doing

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K

Leona: His kisses, as Deuce describes them, "Taste like a desert oasis, like a water you never knew you needed". He'd kiss his bfs on the lips, specifically infront of people to annoy the shit out of others, lol. He likes cheek kisses and forehead kisses

Ruggie: His kisses taste like sweets. He tends to kiss his bois literally anywhere that is exposed, ears, nose, cheek, you name it. But he likes being kissed on the ear and nose

Jack: This bois kisses taste like pears, to be expected lol. He likes to kiss on the nose, and he also likes being kissed there and his nose does a cute lil twitch thingy when his bfs kiss him there

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G

Leona: I mean he tries his best and is certainty improving, however he still needs time before he is perfectly comfortable with being fully gentle and open with his bfs

Ruggie: Depends who hes with in terms of physical, like. hes always down for some soft cuddles under a tree but also some playful wrestling if his bfs wanted. Emotionally he is the sweetest lil house-husband anyone would ever want

Jack: Oh hes gentle both mentally and physically! He just likes being a good boi.

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E

It is 1 am, I don't wanna write endings ;w;' lets just say itd be one of those break up-get back together fanfics on Ao3 -w-'

#spicy alphabet #spicy headcanons #sfw alphabet #twisted wonderland #ask #gay #headcanons #epel 5

[coffee-in-veins]

How much control do you have about your characters when you write? Are you in charge of them and tell them every step they have to do? Or are you more like a 'I'm just sitting in the backseat and write the damage report' kind of writer? Something in between?

hullo hullo o/

thank you for the ask! and thank you for being patient with me, this week had been... hectic ^^'

frankly, it really depends on the gravity of the situation. usually it's easy to control characters in some small tidbits and make them do something small - but it's just as probable for them to show me some f their jitters and me go 'huh, so *this* is how you usually behave! neat!'. it's especially great when you get a deeper insight of the character from that

in the grander scenes, they wrestle all of the plot away from me and have their own opinions on the matter. the number of times i had to sit back, sigh and brainstorm the way out of the situation the characters got themselves into is definitely way above zero. on the other hand, it makes them much more alive and believable, methinks. people aren't always logical, even if we like to pretend that we are. so having those morons go from A to U to H to K to E to G and only then to B instead of going straight from A to B is... honestly fascinating, and makes them much more intertwined with the world around them.

i think there had been only one or two times when i had to step up and call in my writer's authority, like "alright, alright, that's ENOUGH, we're cutting last three pages and try again, more careful this time" because the pre-planned plot simply... broke up and stopped working completely, and it was already hard enough to incorporate all the bullshit characters do into it in the first place ^^'

#my shoebox of letters #writer's pain

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