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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙

❝ 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 & 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 ❞

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➠┊word count: 7.7k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, shachi, penguin, ikkaku, roronoa zoro, portgas d. ace, sabo, nami, monkey d. luffy {mentioned}

➠┊cw: mentions of alcohol use, mentions of marijuana use, arguing, minor swearing, angst

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ after you two finally sealed the deal in laws car, you and law have been dating for quite some time. you two built a strong connection and strong love for eachother for a few months, but relationships aren’t perfect… ❜

{colors for dialogue may switch when other characters are introduced}

»•» song choice: whats up - malcom todd «•«

・❥・

Girl I wanna play the game

Baby you know what's up It's always been the same

Cause you just need my love

And I need you to stay

Baby you know it's hard I'll make it go away

You hummed the song playing before you in a chair. You had a loving smile plastered on your face while gazing at the person in front of you playing music beautifully. You were caught in a complete trance, and nothing could rip you away from it. The Earthy scent of marijuana flooding the room, the people sitting around you, nothing could rip you away from giving your new boyfriend the attention his voice deserved.

Law performed his small band in front of you and his other friends in his basement. You and the raven boy have been in a relationship for roughly a few months or so, and each day has been better than the last. Law, surprisingly, took you on frequent dates and surprised you in your window at night whenever he pleased. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner, and here he was. You’d been attending his little performances every weekend to show your appreciation, sometimes even after school during the week. Not only did you fall in love with the man himself, but his music was nearly impossible to not get hypnotized to.

You sat next to one of Law’s band members, who would be in the performance in front if Law hadn’t taken the spotlight in singing, Ikkaku. She pulled the rolled-up drug out of her lips and exhaled.

“So you and Law have been dating for a little now, huh?” She asked with a sluggish smile and rose eyes. You finally disconnected your trance from him and paid attention to the intoxicated vocalist, the music playing in the background.

“Oh, yeah we have” You smiled proudly. Ikkaku nodded slowly and nudged your shoulder.

“Aren’t you one of a kind then. I’ve been trying so hard to get that loser a girlfriend since freshman year” She giggled. You reciprocated and turned your head back to the singing boy.

“I guess I am. I’m honestly surprised” You gushed. You never would’ve thought out of all people, Law would pick you as a partner in crime.

“I remember the day he told us he got a girlfriend, it was hilarious” Ikkaku smiled. You raised an eyebrow, remembering that Law never told you how his friends reacted to the rather big news.

According to the girl, everyone was baffled. Especially since it was you, of all people. They’d assume you were popular and well known considering the jock you were latched onto throughout the halls of Grand Ocean. Upon hearing the news, they treated it as of Law survived a terminal illness or a train wreck. You couldn’t help but giggle at Ikkaku’s explanation, that could’ve been fabricated to her own amusement.

I thought that you would want my hand but now

I love you can't be sad

Go be free I'll get on with no dread

I'll find a new focus to free me

I thought that you would go away but we would always feel the same

More dummy more money you think the things you show me are so funny it's not funny

Law began the song's iconic guitar solo. The way his hands fluently plucked the strings with complete ease made your cheeks flare up. The music made goosebumps trail up your spine and body. Law had his eyes shut and a prideful grin on his face as his solo filled the entire room with his sheer talent. You slowly grew a beaming smile, all the way to the very end.

You clapped your hands and gave a small cheer at his talent. You caught a glimpse, even through the colorful LED lights and slight clouds of transparent smoke, of his happy smile with your loving support—which he appreciated more than anything. Law pressed his lips close to the mic and performed the last verse.

I thought that you would want my hand but now

I love you can't be sad

Go be free I'll get on with no dread

I'll find a new focus to free me

I thought that you would go away but we would always feel the same

More dummy more money you think the things you show me are so funny it's not funny

Shachi hit the last note on the drum and Penguin let go of his guitar that was supported by a strap once the song concluded. Law ran his fingers through his damp locks that were caused by his own sweat. He had a smile as soon as you lifted your relaxed body to jump on his own. His chest was slightly moist but you didn’t care. You absolutely adored his performance like any other.

“You liked it?” He chuckled, supporting your body with his arm and holding your cheek with his palm. You looked up at his steel eyes with excitement.

“Duh, of course! You always do amazing” You giggled. Law planted a chaste kiss on your lips in front of everyone. Law loved one main thing about you, and that was how you weren’t afraid to publicly display your affection towards him—in a moderate manner, of course. You heard Shachi playfully gag from behind.

“You two are gross…” Penguin sighed, leaning over to another person in the basement to grab ahold of the rolled, smoking drug.

“Get a room!” Shachi said, cupping his mouth with his hands to project his voice louder.

Obviously, you two both heard the teasing boys loud and perfectly clear. Law had a smile on his face as he continued to leave kisses on your happy lips, all while pulling up a loving middle finger to both Penguin and Shachi.

“Alright, lover boy” You cooed, pulling your body away from your boyfriend. He took your separation as a chance to finally pull off the instrument on his body and place it gently on its designated stand.

“Have somewhere to be?” Law asked as he watched you step down from the mini, hand-made stage and to grab your jacket you immediately tore off from the high temperature of the room.

“I do, yeah” You responded. Law stood closely next to you while you situated your belongings in your palms.

“I’m throwing Ace’s birthday party at my place. Nami and Sabo are helping me set it up” You explained. You finally turned your body to the raven boy that had his hands on his hips.

“I see, I can give you a ride and help out if you’d like” Law offered. Your face grew a happy smile knowing you’d be able to spend more time with your lover like you always yearn for.

“Of course, baby” You sang, kissing his cheek in the process. Law chuckled and ruffled your hair, turning his body to Ikkaku who was in the middle of rolling a new round.

“Meet me outside in a few, just need to grab my things” Law informed, snagging the freshly rolled drug from Ikkaku and receiving an angry punch in his thigh in the process.

You hummed and waved the room goodbye, to which you were quite fond of by your frequent visits. You thought Law’s friends were a pleasure to be around, despite the fact they were barely sober half the time. You always reeked of the iconic smell back at home and prayed your mother didn’t catch on. She loved Law and she’d hate to find out he actually did a few things here and there that people wouldn’t take too kindly. You didn’t want to be the one to jeopardize that.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to deal with that. On this current weekend that dwelled upon you, your mother was out on a business trip that would pay her more money than usual. You thought it’d be perfect to celebrate your dear friend’s birthday on the day you had zero supervision.

There you stood outside of Law’s car, dowsing your body in your handy perfume to dull the pungent smell of weed. As soon as your body smelled more like strong chemicals than the infamous drug, you stood there satisfied and waited for your tall, tatted boyfriend to arrive.

“Sorry, that idiot Shachi moved my keys and we spent ages trying to find them” Your boyfriend huffed after he bolted to the car. You had been standing beside the vehicle for a few minutes and figured Law had been so high, he'd forget about your newfound plans. You giggled.

“I thought you passed out. I was ready to hijack your car” You watched him walk to the driver's side to finally unlock the doors.

“Just because your car is bad doesn’t mean you have to steal mine, sweetheart” He laughed. He placed a hand on the headrest to turn his body towards the back window. You watched him pull out of the driveway, and this position was oddly attractive to you.

“Hey, my car isn’t that bad! Respect your elders!” You crossed your arms. Law just replied with a chuckle and turned his body to proceed down the road.

Now, in contrast to the first few visits you had in Law’s car, he had a tender hand squeeze your thigh each drive you had with him. Each time you felt his printed hand on your thigh, you formed a sheepish smile with tinted cheeks. You’d gaze at it like it was painting in a museum each car ride. Sometimes, Law would rub your thigh as a silent way of saying ‘I love you, and I got you’, and you’d feel a fuzzy blanket form around your body each time. Sure, Law displayed a stone-cold, nonchalant attitude in front of anyone, including you, but he did the subtle things that made you feel loved.

“How many people are going to be at the party?” Law asked. You were locked on your phone that you were mindlessly scrolling onto to pass the time. You hum and click your tongue at Law’s question.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the majority of the school came. I invited everyone” You replied. Law blew a raspberry with widened eyes, seemingly not expecting an answer like that.

“Good luck cleaning that up, (F/N)-ya” He reminded. You shrugged, fully aware of what the aftermath may look like but your mother wouldn’t be home until after the weekend came to a close so you had plenty of time to tidy up the reckless mess.

“You’re coming, right?” You asked, turning your head to the focused driver beside you.

“Yeah, I will. Just for a little, I don’t do parties” Law sighed. Law didn’t want to go at all but considering his partner was going to be there, probably intoxicated, he had no other choice but to go.

“Party pooper…” You muttered.

“Don’t make me cry, (F/N)-ya”

Law finally pulled up to your home only to see two other cars in front you were familiar with, unlike your boyfriend beside you. His overprotectiveness completely washed over, making the grip on your thigh get firmer. You giggled, admiring his protectiveness.

“Relax, it’s just Nami and Sabo. I gave them keys to my place just in case I was late” Those words eased up Law’s tension.

You both exited out of the car and into the house. Law was right behind your tail, keeping a comfortable distance. Although he had his hands in his pockets and his head turned away, you knew he always had his guard up to protect you. You secretly gave a sweet smile before entering the building.

“(F/N)! You’re here!” Nami, who was standing straight up on your kitchen island hanging decorations, gleams at your entrance. You gave the orange-haired girl a happy wave.

Sabo comes cautiously down the stairs with a box of what seemed to be more party supplies. He placed the box down beside the couch, wiping off his forehead and exhaling.

“Good to see you, (F/N). Oh, and you too Law” Sabo greeted. Law only hummed nonchalantly at Sabo’s greeting. Your eyes trailed to a tall, bulky, green-haired man sprouting from the same steps Sabo was once on.

“Zoro?” You asked. He cluelessly looked in your direction and just waved his hand.

“Oh, yeah I brought him along to help with the heavy lifting and stuff” Nami finished hanging the decorations up top and plopped on her bottom on the island.

“Awesome! Now we have two tall guys helping out” You giggled, turning up to your tiresome boyfriend behind. Law placed a hand on your head before he strutted passed you.

“Let’s get to work. Party’s in a few hours” He says, lifting the party box on the counter to lift the lid off.

Everyone agrees and proceeds to finish decorating the house from top to bottom in decorations. Each piece of decor was a shade of red or orange for Ace’s typical color pallet. On the very front, big shiny lettering displayed ‘Happy Birthday, Fire Fist Ace!’ and under displayed an ‘18’ at the bottom. All that was left was food, drinks, and, of course, the guests.

“Sanji should be coming with the food soon. Zoro is getting the booze” Nami stated. You happily clapped your hands together in excitement, knowing that your dearest friend would be through the roof of happiness by this party.

“Why do I have to get the booze!?"

“Because you’re always drinking, moron! Be useful!”

“I have been, you witch! I might as well have skipped gym day today with all this heavy lifting I’ve been doing!”

“Oh, shut up! You’re lucky I’m not even compensating you that much for the drink run”

“You what!?”

You giggled at the big brother, little sister troupe Zoro and Nami displayed. You felt a hand turn your body to meet a bigger, taller one. You looked up to see your exhausted boyfriend standing in front.

“I’m gonna head out and study for my medical exam. I’ll see you at the party, okay?” He held your hands from below. You exhaled, the sight of those dark circles was concerning to you.

“Are you sure you won’t overwork yourself? You’ve been studying for this exam forever. You’ve barely gotten sleep!” You trailed your thumb to his dark eyes. Law carved a side smile.

“Relax, I’ll be fine. I wanna pass this, that’s all” He grabbed your hand that lingered on his face to give it a quick peck.

“I’ll miss you…” You murmur. Law plants a soft kiss on your forehead and ruffles your hair once more.

“I’ll be here soon, don’t worry. Be safe” He gave you one tender embrace before pulling away to leave the house. You gave him a small wave, slightly pained to see him go so soon.

“You two must be really happy with each other,” Nami says from behind. You hum and turn your body. Nami was far from wrong. You smiled proudly.

“Of course, he’s the sweetest if he’s not a sarcastic prick” You giggle. Nami smiles, sliding her body off of the marbled island.

“I honestly thought you and Ace would be together, not ever Law” Nami giggled, stretching her body.

You couldn’t help but exhale a nervous laugh, not really sure of what to think by that statement. You were sure you strictly displayed your and Ace’s relationship as sibling-like. On top of the fact, you took pride in your relationship with Trafalgar.

“I’d rather die than be in a relationship with that idiot” Is all you could muster up. Sabo and Nami exchanged laughter at your comment. You decided to brush off the discomfort for now.

Law, not even a few feet off the steps, heard the conversation from beyond the door. Nami’s comment made his heart sting just a bit, already slightly on edge of your inseparable relationship with the fire fist. He just exhaled and proceeded to his own car to make his merry way back home.

・❥・

Law found himself staring at a blank notebook page with a cracked open textbook that’s been sitting on the same anatomy page for over a half an hour. He had his clouded head resting on his palm, tapping his mechanical pencil on that same blank page. Law barely studied for his upcoming exam, mainly because it wasn’t necessary, but also because his brain was preoccupied from you.

The boy found himself wondering why of all people you chose him to be with and not Ace. Law wasn’t the insecure type, but based off of Nami’s judgment and assumption, it left him a pit of despair. He loved you, dearly, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he got to have this type of relationship with you. He internally began to make a venn diagram of him and Ace with their talents and attributes. So far, Ace slowly exceeded. To prevent his mind from going further into the trenches, he drew a quick sketch of your own side profile—knowing it from the back of his hand. He smiled, seeing how it progressively began to look more like you. His heart was truly full of nothing but you, aside from music and art of course.

Law’s phone finally buzzed.

(F/N) - 8:46 P.M

[Attachment: 2 Images] how does this outfit look???

There you sent two images to Law of yourself. One of which was, what he thought, your adorable face, and the second was the single weakness Law had upon seeing it. You wore a dress that wrapped around your body beautifully and Law felt his cheeks burn up several degrees. He felt his thumbs tremble before beginning to type a response.

Law - 8:48 P.M

thank god i’m going or else everyone would be gawking over you

(F/N) - 8:49 P.M

never saw you as the jealous type <;33 i’ll see you soon, luv i love you

Law smiled at your message, completely at ease by your simple notification. All his negative thoughts began to wash away knowing you loved him just as much as he loved you. Finally, Law began to scribble down words that were relevant to the medical field.

Meanwhile, you were welcoming guests inside. You wanted everyone to arrive before Ace did, and you had the perfect plan for it. No one spoke a word to the jock about his surprise birthday party just as you asked. Sanji was cooking in your kitchen, despite him already bringing platters upon platters of food. He insisted, all while rather flirtatiously, to you that’d he cook a bit more considering Luffy would be running around. Zoro already helped himself to some alcohol but that was no shocker to anyone. The last few stragglers came in until nine o’clock finally struck; the official time of the party.

“Alright everyone hide!” Nami instructed with her powerful voice. Everyone scrambled behind tables and the couch while you dialed the number of the birthday boy.

“Hello-“

“Ace Ace! Please come over now! I think a wolf broke in and I need your help!” You shrieked. Your tone made the party guests believe you for a moment before they realized it was fake. There might as well be an actual wolf.

“Wha-!? Seriously!? I'm on my way, just stay locked in your room or somethin’” Ace said frantically. You held in every bit of laughter in your system to avoid giving away your award-winning act.

“Hurry! I hear it coming up the stairs!” You say, finally hanging up the phone.

“Was that actually necessary?” Zoro said, sitting on a still on your kitchen island sipping on a glass bottle of beer. You glared at him.

“Yes, now go hide. He’s speeding down here as we speak” You pointed your finger. Zoro groaned and sluggishly leaned against a wall that was a fairly long distance from your door.

You peeked through the window that perfectly displayed your front yard. You could see familiar headlights in the long, night distance and scrambled to shut off the lights.

“He’s coming! Everyone be quiet!” You whispered.

Your hands yanked the party popper off a nearby table and held it in your hands. Your body hugged the wall right beside the door, intentionally avoiding where the door would slam against from Ace’s hands.

He burst the door. The sudden shockwave made your body flinch, you thought you almost gave yourself away for a moment. Ace was met with complete darkness, not to mention an intact house despite your cries for help. He expected the place to be in shambles.

“(F/N)!? Are you okay!?” He yelled out. At the sound of his worrisome voice, lights beamed at his freckled face as well as pieces of colorful paper from the party popper you carried.

"Surprise!"

The crowd cheered off in different pitches and volumes. The “audience” clapped and cheered, some even latching onto the man himself who was baffled, to say the least.

“What is this…?” Is all the brunette could say.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his body. Your giggles, as well as your safe body, made Ace holler in laughter. Ace finally adjusted to the sudden shock and realized it was nothing but a false alarm.

“I was wondering how a wolf would come in if the door was closed” Ace spun your body around in circles before placing you back on your feet.

“You did all this?” He asked. You nodded, picking off bits of colorful paper off of his shaggy hair.

“Yep! All afternoon! Happy Birthday, idiot” You nudge his toned arm. Ace gave you a ruffle of your hair, similar to your boyfriend, and filled the room with more laughter.

The music was now blasting its way down your entire neighborhood, letting all the peaceful sleeping households know the party only just started. You raised a drink in the air with Ace and cheered, but little did you know that wouldn’t be your only drink of the night.

About an hour into the celebration, you were growing slightly tipsy, but you could still speak coherently and control your thoughts. The door opened, revealing a familiar presence you have been missing for hours.

“Laaaaaaw~” You sang, latching your entire body on the raven boy. He chuckled, supporting your loopy body with an arm. He was met with chaste, sloppy kisses on his cheek and lips.

“Hey, hey…” He pulled you off by your shoulders to get a better look at your slightly intoxicated face. He planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Missed me that much?” He smiled. You nodded profusely.

“Always” You giggle.

You pull Law into a larger crowd. Seeing the immense crowd was a one-way ticket for his social anxiety to flood his insides, already wanting to bolt out that very door he walked into. Law signed up for this the moment his hand turned that same doorknob, though. Besides, he did this for you and only you. He promised to only stay for about an hour or so.

But Law felt himself wanting to leave earlier. Your clinginess only lasted so long until your body became glued to the man of the Party; Portgas D. Ace. Law drank bottles of beer to fit in, but realistically only had a drink or two. He watched from afar to your friendliness to the birthday boy. He felt himself wanting to smash the bottle in hand and swing it over someone’s head from his pent-up anger.

“I can’t believe (F/N) isn’t dating Ace! I thought they were together until she posted that she’s going out with that Trafalgar guy!”

“I know, right? They’re still cute though”

“But I thought Ace and her would’ve been the cutest!”

“You’re not wrong!”

Those words would be jumbled around over the course of the night Law stayed. He had to faintly hear almost every conversation about it on the sidelines. All his insecurities came flooding back from a small cooldown, but this time you weren’t there to help it relax. In fact, Law felt like you only made it worse.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of you with your arm around Ace’s broad shoulders sharing the same bottle, he felt like he lost it. He threw his bottle somewhere on the table, completely soiling whatever was in its radius.

To be frank, you were drunk out of your mind. What started as a slight buzz turned into a complete blackout. You weren’t thinking. If you were sober, you’d hate to be this close to Ace but nothing stopped either of you. Ace was just as, if not more, intoxicated as you were. Although, neither of you did anything with each other besides drink and obnoxiously sing the lyrics of the songs loudly playing around you.

You felt your arm have a sudden, firm grip around it and detach your arm away from the drunken jock. You yelped. Ready to start throwing punches at whoever grabbed you, you realized it was none other than Law himself. He dragged you upstairs where no one stayed, and the music was beginning to muffle out. The hallway was dark and mellow. You had a loopy, dumbfounded face while Law had eyes ready to murder. He held a strong grip on your shoulders.

“(F/N)-ya I-“

“Babyyyyyy~ I missed youuuu~ Where have you been?” You slurred, swaying your body left and right before you leaned your face against his. Law quickly jolted his head away, which was completely new to you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, what gives? You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You puffed out your bottom lip dramatically before coughing out a fit of giggles.

“Stop, you’re so drunk I can smell it off of you,” Law said, completely unamused. You rolled your eyes and pressed your back against the wall.

“Whatever, whatever. What’s upppp~? In the mood to make out or somethin’?” You winked. Law scoffed, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

“Stop it, (F/N). Please” He said sternly. The fact he didn’t use the iconic nickname he gave you made you pause, but still wobble on your own balance.

“Look, you’ve been glued to Ace all night and… I need you to cut it out. Get some rest while you’re at it” Law said with a pained sigh. You burst into a fit of laughter. The jealous boy couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow.

“You’re funny, babe! C’mon, it’s his birthdayyyy~” You said, your body almost collapsing on itself the more you tried to stand still.

“(F/N), people are starting to think you’re cheating on me with that guy. Relax a bit, would ya? Please, I know your room is this way-“

Law tried extending a hand to escort you to your room, but a sloppy hand slapped it away. Law stared at you with hurt, yet angry, silver eyes. You couldn’t even make out his own face from the immense alcohol intake, but you could make out his words. You glared at him.

“Stop being such a party pooper, Law. I’m trying to have fun!” You scolded.

“Excuse me? So you dancing and being with him all night long is having fun? I’m right here!”

“And? It’s his birthday! Can I have fun just this one day, jeez!” You began to sound like a pre-teen yelling at their parents. Law felt like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

“I get that, (F/N)-ya but you're being ridiculous”

“Well, if you’re so bothered by it then just leave! You don’t even like parties so just leave me alone and let me have my fun! I set up this party, y’know!”

Your words might as well be a harpoon the way it plunged into Law’s heart. He stared at you with widened eyes, not saying a single word. Law couldn’t even give you the benefit of the doubt of the fact you were drunk off your mind so whatever you were saying was deemed fabricated and false because of how distraught he was by your words. The words didn’t hurt him as bad, though. What made everything a hundred times worse for the boy was your angry, careless expression to go along with it like it didn’t phase you a second that you shattered his heart.

“So can I go now?”

After those words, Law pushed passed you with zero remorse left. You were left there in the hallway, whose atmosphere was now filled with despair and animosity, all by yourself. You glared at Law with each step he took downstairs.

The crowd made its way for Law. His steps could bash someone’s skull in and his demeanor gave off the vibe he was about to murder anyone that dared spoke a word to him. Everyone grew quiet once the loud, slamming sound of the door echoed in the room. You stood up top on the steps with a careless smile.

“C’mon! Who said this party was over!?” You shouted, raising a fist. Everyone cheered to your voice as if nothing happened. As if you didn’t unknowingly ruin your relationship.

The rest of the lively night was a blur. The more you took, the more you began to lose control of your body and became blackout drunk. The last thing you remembered was screaming Happy Birthday over cake and everything went dark. To your surprise, you woke up in your bed the following morning.

You never thought sun rays could burn your eyes so bright in the morning but here you were. Wincing like a vampire as soon as you realized the bright morning sun flooded up in your windows to peek through your curtains. Your head was on the verge of exploding from the grueling headache. You winced as you sat up from your bed to realize you were still in your party attire, minus the absence of your heels.

“Fuck, what happened…” You murmured.

You didn’t hesitate to slip your body into more comfortable clothing compared to the tight dress causing more discomfort in your distressed state. Your legs were wobbly and weak but you still managed to make your way down the steps. The living room was not only several times brighter than your room but also looked like a hurricane went through it. A happy, morning Sabo was slowly cleaning up the place while the birthday boy was snoring on the couch with drool.

“Sabo?” You said groggily. Sabo flinched at your voice and quickly exhaled.

“You scared me, (F/N). Slept okay?” He asks with a smile, carrying a full black trash bag. You nod slowly, making your way to the messy kitchen.

“Last night was pretty crazy, huh?” Sabo hummed. He made sure his voice was quiet for you and Ace.

“I barely remember it…” You murmur. The main thing you focused on was grabbing a crisp bottle of water to soothe your body at least a little.

“I don’t doubt it. You were pretty crazy” Sabo gently placed the bag by the door with the rest of them. He began to continue cleaning the place little by little.

“I’ll help out,” You say, grabbing the wooden stick of the broom to sweep the floor from the party.

You two silently cleaned the place from top to bottom. The party aftermath left about five full bags of nothing but trash. You dusted your hands together and shared a high five with Sabo now that the place was clean.

“Free of any evidence” Sabo chuckled. You nodded.

Nothing prevented you from slapping your hand against the slumped boy's cheek to wake him up. Ace didn’t budge until your force grew harder and harder. He groaned and flailed his arms around to push you away.

“Okay, okay I’m up!” His eyes still closed, he sat up from the couch and palmed his eyes. You gave one last light smack beside Ace’s head.

“Morning”

You sat in the seat across from him, yawning. Ace finally fluttered his eyes open with a scrunched-up face.

“What even happened last night?” Ace said groggily. Sabo sighed, ready to explain the chaos he caused.

“You were off the rails with (F/N)” Sabo replied. He turned his body to a growling coffee maker.

“Why are you two here, anyway?” You asked curiously. Ace just replied with a dumbfounded shrug. His response didn't surprise you a drop.

“You two were the drunkest people here, so I stayed to put you both to bed after I forced everyone out. The police were almost called by your neighbors” Sabo chuckled, pouring a steaming hot cup of coffee in a mug.

“Jeez, I guess I threw one hell of a party” You giggled. You flickered your eyes around to see a tall, raven-haired, tattooed boy but nothing. You thought Law would’ve stayed to nurse your hangover but to your surprise, he wasn’t there.

“Where’s Law?” You abruptly asked.

Both of the brothers exchanged eye contact like they knew the answer. Ace said he wasn’t going to be the one to say it through Sabo’s eyes, and he sighed in complete defeat.

“He… left long before the party ended. He seemed pretty upset”

You raised an eyebrow, completely dumbfounded. You traced back the entire night but could only see your moments with the hungover boy in front of you.

“Upset? Why would he be-“

The air in your lungs is suddenly squeezed out by your terrified gasp. Sabo jolted and Ace just looked completely concerned. It finally clicked. The angsty conversation you had with your boyfriend flickered in your brain enough for you to piece it together. You rose up from your seat so quickly, that you grew slightly lightheaded. Your head whipped around your surroundings.

“Wha-? What’s wrong, (F/N)?” Sabo shifted his body away from the kitchen and immediately to you, looking like you’d been attacked by a ghost.

“My phone! I need my phone!” You shrieked. Ace groaned, your voice piercing through his brain.

“I’ll help look. Ace! You too!” Sabo said sternly as if he was a mother of ten kids.

You, as well as the two brothers, scurried around to find your missing cellular device that could’ve been absolutely anywhere. Thanks to your foggy memory and reckless drinking habits, your phone was tucked away in an absurd hiding place that Ace ironically found. You gleamed at the mere sight of it, snatching it off his tired hands.

“What’s wrong anyway? Never seen you so passionate about your phone” Ace said, scratching the back of his head.

“I think I just ruined my relationship while I was drunk out of my mind…”

You frantically turned on your phone and saw that Law hadn’t messaged or called you once all night. That simple sight made your hopes plummet and your heart shatter. You realized this was entirely your fault and looking back at the argument made your heart sink even further.

“Sabo,” You said sternly. He felt a shiver run alongside his body. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything with Ace. Y’know, like…?” You said, insinuating anything that wasn’t platonic. Sabo frantically shook his head.

“No, no! Of course not! All you did was share drinks and be annoyingly loud” Sabo reassured. You exhaled in complete relief knowing you had the control to prevent anything from happening.

“If I so much as kissed that moron I would’ve jumped off a bridge”

“Same here, asshole!”

You quickly opened Law’s contact and didn’t hesitate to call his number. You realized it was rather early in the morning for him to be awake but it didn’t hurt to try. You felt like crying as soon as you heard his voicemail instead of the loving voice you desperately longed for in this current situation. You tried again, but the same fate occurred. You collapsed on the couch once again, sluggishly sitting there in complete defeat.

“No use?” Sabo asked. All you could do was give him a slow nod while you typed out a message to him for him to see when he awoke.

(F/N) - 6:56 A.M

hey law we need to talk. i remember what happened and i really need to talk to you. call me as soon as you can i love you..

The last message was something Law read over and over. Truth be told, Law didn’t sleep since he left your place full of anger and frustration. As soon as he got home, he let out a few tears that not even his guitar could dry. He sat on the corner of his bed in quiet sobs, not really wanting to throw you away by your drunken words. Despite that, your words still pained his already shambled heart past its extent. He couldn’t sleep. He knew the moment he’d shut his eyes, your words would only replay through his eyes.

So Law broke nightfall to now stare at your two messages. He read the ‘I love you’ and reconsidered your relationship with him. He figured that if that were true, you wouldn’t have said what you said back at the party. He didn’t want to talk to you—not yet. Law watched your caller I.D buzz until the line disconnected. Even if he did answer, he wouldn’t know what to say to you, let alone your physical face. He desperately wanted to grab the phone and cry to you about his feelings, but that sense of vulnerability petrified him more than anything as well as the fact that talking to you wouldn’t help his wounds. Law silently told you he wanted space.

Sabo and Ace ended up spending the entire day at your place to comfort your current lovers quarrel. They kept you good company in playing games with you and spending brotherly time together but that didn’t erase Law from your overthinking brain.

5:34 P.M. - You sat on the couch with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body. You stared blankly at a movie displaying in front of you on the big screen TV. Sabo was on the other end of the couch mimicking your demeanor, the only difference was he was actually intrigued with the movie.

“Ace, while you’re there can you pour me somethin’ to drink” Sabo called out from the living room. You could hear Ace sigh.

The room began to flood in with the buttery aroma of freshly made popcorn. Granted, it was made from the microwave but it was still delicious. You let out an audible sigh. Sabo noticed your distressed state never vanished all day since the morning. He’d catch you checking your messages to see if Law messaged you under your nose, but nothing. Your inbox was filled with notifications that didn’t matter to you. You only worried about your boyfriend.

“What am I gonna do at school tomorrow?” You asked. Sabo hummed while he averted his attention from the TV to you.

“With Law?” His question made you hum and nod. You couldn’t maintain eye contact with the blonde, but you could tell he was concerned. The aroma grew stronger when Ace plopped in the middle of you two with a steaming bowl of popcorn. Ace shoved a fist full into his mouth.

“Talk to him, duh” He muffled out. You rolled your eyes at the oblivious jock.

“Not as easy as it sounds, Ace” Sabo added. Ace pointed the bowl towards his brother while chewing on his mouthful of popcorn. “If he’s ignoring her online, what makes you think he’ll welcome her with open arms in person”

“I guess, but think of it like this” Ace grabbed the remote that lingered on the glass coffee table innocently. Ace paused the movie that was playing, which you weren’t even paying attention to, panning his attention between you and his brother.

“If he’s ignoring you online, he can’t ignore you in person? Hm?” Ace felt like he was the smartest person to ever walk the planet while you and Sabo gave him eyes that said otherwise.

“Ace, I’m sure he’ll just ignore me in person. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself” Sabo hummed in agreement.

“Besides, I think (F/N) must’ve hurt him so bad that he needs time to recover” Sabo hit you where it hurt and you flickered your eyes away in embarrassment. Sabo cringed. “Sorry, (F/N)… Didn’t mean it that way-“

“I get it. No reason to sugarcoat it…”

The two sat in silence for a moment. They equally felt bad for your current situation and seeing you hurt only pained them more. Sure, Ace was an oblivious, one-track-minded guy but he still cared for the people around him—especially you. Sabo was in the same boat.

“I think you should give him some space until Tuesday or so…” Sabo recommended and you couldn’t object.

“What did you even say to him anyway?” Ace abruptly asked. He leaned back against the couch with his arms spread. He rolled his head towards you.

Ace’s question made you realize you kept whatever you told Law a secret. This entire time they’ve been clueless of the actual situation and assumed it was pretty bad for Law’s ghosting absence. You felt cold and bare, despite being wrapped in warmth, when you opened your mouth to explain.

“I barely remember, but he said he was uncomfortable with how I was with Ace last night and I told him to just leave…” Is all you can manage to describe the quarrel. You saw Ace cringe at your explanation, knowing that he was a major part of it. Sabo was left somewhat speechless.

“To be honest, I figured that was the case” Sabo spoke. You shrugged in defeat.

“Yeah, that’s sort of embarrassing…” Ace exhaled, rubbing his back as a nervous stim. “Does he know about our relationship?”

“I’ve told him numerous times but I guess I was just too clingy because I was drunk and it was your birthday”

“Well, take this as a learning experience to never drink like that again” Sabo laughed. His slight sprinkle of humor to the painful situation made a soft giggle escape your lips.

“First and last time…”

Suddenly, the doorknob from behind began to jiggle and rumble. A shiver went down your spine, wondering whoever this was trying to break into your home. Your delusions began to take over and the only person you could think of popped out of your mouth as the door swung open. Your legs moved on their own to an abrupt rise from your seat, the blanket pouring onto the floor.

“Law…?”

The door revealed an exhausted, tall woman sighing in complete relief to be in the comfort of her home. She tossed her keys by the steel bowl beside the door where the rest of the keys lingered. Your body relaxed at the sight of someone you didn’t expect to see, while the two brothers smiled in delight.

“Hey mom…”

You say lowly. Your mother smiled, seeing the surprise of both brothers in front of her. She hugged them both ever so lovingly, leaving a tighter embrace around your disappointed body. You were happy to see your mother, of course, but you oddly expected the raven-haired boy instead to come out and spin you in his toned arms.

“What are you boys doing here while I’m gone?” She said, her voice spewing a bit of animosity towards you. You remembered she strictly told you to not have anyone over unless it was an emergency.

“(F/N) was helping us study for a really important exam before Christmas Break. Sorry if you didn’t want anyone over” Sabo saved your skin to your mother, who had eyes ready to pull you by your ear to lecture you. You silently thanked him.

“Well, I expected nothing less from my little scholar” She giggled.

“Why don’t you two stay for dinner and I’ll drop you rodents back home. Sounds good?” She gleamed, her hands placed on her hips.

You hear the two agree with excitement. You sighed, hoping your lovingly warm mother's cooking would warm your tainted heart. You decided to cover the lover's quarrel with your mother to keep that perfect picture in her head. That is until the dreading thought of you two breaking up occurred. It was all you thought about. It’d make your stomach turn and your throat tighten at the mere thought. It’s only been a couple months or so, but you loved Law more than anything. Knowing that you were the very cause of your perfect relationship only made you want to crumble before everyone.

That night you lay in the comfort of your bed, imagining what would happen in the familiar hallways of the building you were scheduled to arrive to the following morning. It’d be exactly like how it was the very first time you met the boy. You didn’t expect him to hold you in that tight, warm embrace he’d usually do whenever you were stressed or overwhelmed. He wouldn’t kiss you with those lovingly soft lips with an arm on your back that silently spoke; ‘I’ve got you’. He’d push passed you like you were a stranger with those mysterious, steel eyes. Only this time, those eyes had more sadness and sorrow buried within them than before.

The imagery flashed before your eyes, and in your, what you thought would be, peaceful slumber. You didn’t have high hopes of getting good enough sleep that night. With your body coiled in a fetal position and your arms tucked in your chest, you can only think of saying one thing.

“We’ll be okay, Law…”

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✎ ❝ idc law smokes weed because just LOOK at the people hes surrounded with. anyway ive been slacking so much so im sososososos sorry but YAYYYY ITS OUTTT since im more than halfway, im thinking of making a new novel long after this one is over so if you have any suggestions id love to hear it!! thank you so much for the massive recent support, i genuinely love everyone that enjoys my work YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!!!!!!!!! ❞

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honey-rye · 8 months

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abt the dad au: 🏠💵🐱🫵(projecting)🧶😈?

abt barista by day, ninja by night: 😍🐱👹🍍(everyones)🍕? abt mamas boys: 💵(not lee and dee cuz big mama yk)🫵(projecting)🔥🔬🦸?

ooh, multiple au question.

Dad Au:

🏠 - What's the lair like?

I picture it kinda like the pre-shredder lair and the post-show lair combined. like it's the same abandoned train car/sewer area, but they've expanded it and made it more their own. it's like an apartment building in the sewers with your brothers and their partners. where they have their own space but they also have shared spaces where they do things together if that makes sense.

💵 - How do your turtles make money?

the boys are adults,, they have,, jobs,,,

Raph has an actual job. he personally rebrands the Hidden City Police, and makes sure they're running things right, and he gets paid for his good work. Mona also works there, though she works her own investigative unit.

Leo works in Jax's shop, and was barely able to negotiate shared ownership.

Mikey,, probably does art commissions or something on the side, and teaches mystic stuff for a living.

and Donnie? a mystery. he probably sells his designs, his tech, does something to earn as much as he does. it even baffles his partner

🐱 - Do any of your characters have pets?

Jax has a "cat" he calls KeKe. April has Mayhem if he qualifies. The kids definitely want pets but the parents are like "no way, at some point you have to draw a line and decide "what am I going to deal with today?" not this."

🫵 - Who do you project onto the most?

I don't think I project onto any of these dudes, not in the Dad Au at least

🧶 - Does Raph knit?

no, because fuck knitting. he crochets baby blankets for the twins tho, and little socks he'll hold onto forever because he's sentimental like that. I think every so often he'll make something for one of the kids birthdays.

😈 - Is Mikey a little shit?

he's definitely the most likely to spur the kids on or join in on the fun, but I wouldn't call him a little shit.

Barista By Day, Ninja By Night (Human/ Coffeeshop Au):

😍 - Are there any romances?

does a separated Lou Jitsu and Big Mama count? maybe some background flirting, maybe some April/Casey or Caprisun, or Casey/Raph,

🐱 - Pets?

I think. they should have a shop cat. for the coffeeshop. because yes.

👹 - Are there yokai/supernaturals in this universe?

no yokai, but if mystic stuff counts as supernaturals, then yes.

🍍- Who likes pineapple on pizza?

Leo. Mikey likes anything on pizza, anything.

🍕- Favourite pizza toppings?

Leo is a Hawaiian Pizza stan. Donnie likes the classic peperoni, and sometimes a build your own where he makes his brothers either question his sanity or question why they never thought of it. Mikey likes anything- Donnie thinks he's gross for some of his combos. Raph likes a good Brooklyn style, but he's also all about the meat lovers.

Mama's Boys Au:

💵- How do your turtles make money?

Mikey and Raph rely on the mysterious amount of money Splinter has in a rainy day funds box, usually reserved for groceries. Other than that, they scavenge. April being the only human means she can get a job, so she occasionally picks the boys up something nice.

🫵 - Who do you project onto?

I might actually project onto a couple of these dudes. Lee being non-verbal is mostly taken from my experience being non-verbal, and his stims are things that I do. Dee I think I project a lot of my internal annoyance and irritation onto. I put a lot of my creativity and crechurness in Mikey too.

🔥- Is Leo accident prone?

Lee is very careful, he learned early in his life that being clumsy wouldn't get him far, but there are times when Dee catches him being a Silly Goose. He also is allowed in the kitchen, it's Dee who isn't.

🔬- Is Donnie only interested in tech?

Dee loves technology, but he was exposed to mystics first. His favourite part of being interested in both is learning and experimenting with combining the two which- doesn't always pan out. But hat's the fun of it.

🦸- Is Casey a Vigilante?

Casey is part of the Foot Clan to start. She has a change of heart and loyalties... eventually.

Thanks for the many many questions Breeze! <3

#honeys mamas boys au #mamas boys qna #honeys human au #rottmnt au #rottmnt #qna

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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Judging/Rating Demon Forms: Part 2

I really wanted to follow up by rating Diavolo's and Barbatos' demon forms, but then I decided that it wouldn't be enough, so I added in Simeon and Luke since they're always in their angelic forms anyway, minus the wings. I also added Solomon because, honestly he might as well be a demon with how long he's lived. Enjoy!

- Warning: I want NO real slander towards the Obey Me devs for their outfits. These are just my opinions for the fun of it, I have grown used to each of their forms.

- ALSO, their demon forms look much better in their in-game cards and fan art. I'm making my judgements based on their in-game models.

1) Diavolo: His Majesty The Human Kidnapper

I really like how grand and bold his form is!

I don't really get the sense of regalness, though. Not sure why, maybe it's the lack of a shirt. But I DO sense the powerful aura he has.

So much gold. Mammon wishes he could dress like this.

Speaking of which, I don't know who on the card design team has such a problem deciding Mammon's and Diavolo's skin tones, but can ya'll make up your mind?? Or at least use an eyedroper?? Please???

Anyway, I'm not sure what the deal is with his skin once he's in his demon form, but eh, it is what it is.

His hair color and wings compliment the gold perfectly. ✨️

I like the cuffs, his arms would look too bare without them.

The fluff attached to his...medallion? In the middle, looks great and creates a "fuller look," if you get what I mean.

I think his symbolic animal is supposed to be a dragon. Which, yeah. They sure got that part down. What represents a dragon more than putting wings all over his outfit?

Which begs the question, does he have a tail?

The boots are cool, not much to say there.

I love the golden tips of his wings and horns. They look better than Mammon or Asmo's tips, which look like they've been spray painted on (I'm so sorry my boys 😞).

10/10. Very bold, love the gold, and I love dragons so he gets all the points from me. All hail the king! 👑

2) Barbatos: Mr. Barbietoes

Ah, we love...um...lizards? It doesn't say what his symbolic animal is, so I haven't got a clue. But I like his tail!

His horns are so cool! They look like skeletal wings or hands.

His outfit overall is very simple, and it really fits with his personality. Dresses nice but low key so everyone's attention is on Diavolo.

Not too sure what the buttons on each side are all about. But then again, I can say that for almost all of them.

I'm a fan of puffiness on outfits, so his sleeves and whatever that is on his shoulder (I'm assuming it's a jabot) get a plus from me.

9/10. Not a whole lot to say for this one. Barbie's is just one of nicest ones to look at.

3) Luke: My Son! My Big Little Boy! My ferocious little puppy!

Our angelic marshmallow! 💖

The blue and gold! Chef's kiss 💋

His cute little jabot and whatever that top part is over his shirt.

I'm kinda disappointed that they just put regular shorts on him instead of those puffy shorts we see squires wear.

Not a huge fan of the boots, I still don't understand why they went with those.

His hat is cute! His head looks too bare without it on.

It looks like he's dragging his robes on the floor, and that's adorable

8/10. He's the one angel who's outfit doesn't look like it'll fall down every 10 seconds (hint hint), so he gets bonus points just for that. Plus, he just looks like a little kid. What else am I gonna say?

5) Simeon: Mr. Nice Shoulders, A.K.A: The 2nd Shadiest Dude in the Game.

Honestly, his outfit is just fascinating.

It both baffles, yet intrigues me.

His robes are attached by one golden chain, yet the robes stay perfectly in tact.

The cutouts on both sides of his waist.

The black and white belt, which looks like a sheet of paper wrapped around him. I didn't notice how much it stood out before I looked at it a couple of times.

His gloves are long, and now I wonder if he had them purposefully cut like that.

The fact that he looks like he jingles when he moves thanks to those gold ✨️ on the end if his robes.

6/10. His outfit is the perfect representation of impossible outfits to wear in real life, yet somehow makes sense in the world of anime.

5) Solomon: King Solomon: The Magic Man! 🎩

Okay, I know what you're thinking.

"Why is Solomon last place?"

And no, it's not because his outfit is worse than Simeon's. Quite the contrary.

But Simeon's angel form is such a hot mess that I needed to put it higher than Solomon.

Sorry my liege. 🤣

Anyway. Onto the judging.

I love the dark blue transitioning to lighter blues on the end of his coat.

I also love the sparkles, reminds me of a starry sky.

The gold embroidery is pretty too.

The main thing that bothers me about his outfit: for the longest time, I thought his coat was a robe. Meaning that he's doing the whole "I'm not gonna wear my coat the right way like a decent human being," thing that Lucifer and Satan do.

Guys, I promise you. It's not that bad to wear both sleeves!

Also, Solmare. Don't be afraid. Give us a robe for our resident troll over here.

Not much else to say, he's kinda boring in comparison to Simeon.

5/10. It really should be higher, but I can't get over the sleeve situation, nor Simeon's ENTIRE wardrobe situation.

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How was watching video essays? Also what ones did you watch?

I keep forgetting to answer this!

So, I am not a video essay person. Trapped on a plane is usually what gets me to watch things, because I ALWAYS drill through the book I brought, and I rarely have two in my carryon because I'm stupid. @relevantbunny has known me for...ever, and so when she made me a playlist of video essays to download, she was the one person I trusted enough to give several hours of my time on this, which should tell you in what high esteem I hold her.

So I watched many! This actually helped me figure out WHY I am not a video essay person! Which I find valuable, I like knowing what my deal is.

Thing one is extremely simple: I have a lot of trouble paying attention to a video and would rather read an article. This meeting could have been an email. I could already be fucking done with this.

Thing two is more about my discomfort with the move to video over writing as a whole, and I managed to figure it out: Even in the world of analysis, everything has to be as slickly produced as a movie. People need to be attractive--poor Ellis is fucking made up for the gods in her videos--and they need to have pleasant voices. You need expensive equipment, time to not only write out these thoughts, but also to multi-jump cut edit your video, and make sure to add "natural" advertising so it can't be skipped. I do not care for it as a move. Lots of people, lots of SMART FUCKING PEOPLE, are going to be left out because word processing is easy, video editing is hard, and they aren't good looking, or don't have a nice voice.

ANYWAY THE VIDEOS THEMSELVES. I won't talk about all of them, there were a lot, just the ones that really stuck with me for one reason or another

Kondo Culture: Fall of the House of Stuff I actually really liked this one. I was annoyed and baffled by the blowback to Marie Kondo being like, "Fuck man do you even like this thing? Or are you just keeping it because?" (polite though) I appreciate so much how this video goes into the idea of performance as reality, and how our stuff helps us perform as the person we want to show ourselves being, and SPECIFICALLY goes into people's ridiculous-ass hoarder bullshit with books, because reading is about status, and performing as a reader even if you not read is important to people. This is how people who read 3 books a year end up with huge bookshelves in big public rooms, because it's about PERFORMING as a reader. Great video.

Tomatoes: Or, how Not to talk about Art: This put its finger on something I've been struggling to articulate for a long time! I don't know that I agree, more than this video itself, with every argument that could be made FROM it, but it's a really thoughtful and pretty brief discussion about art, and games, and things we struggle to define. The last 1:30 especially, I loved, though I wish we could have springboard into: "What we mean when we talk about 'good'" which is a whole discussion in which I am very very interested.

Control, Anatomy, and the Legacy of the Haunted House: Friend needs to be more versed in horror before trying to attack a topic like this WHOO. I'm not even saying "I disagree categorically with everything he says" I just kept going, "OKay but what about--and what do you think about the subversion of that in--" etc etc etc but he just doesn't have the even what I would consider classic base for this conversation. It mostly, I think, was a video made to tell the world, "I fucking loved Anatomy and y'all should play it" and you know what? I am not a video game person, and I kinda want to play it. So, success on that front.

NUance in Kpop: The good, the bad, and the problematic: I don't know anything about Kpop. It's not for me. I've listened to a little bit of it, and it's just not a style I'm into. BUt I know it's a HUGE fucking thing for people, and so this video was a really good overall for a cliff notes of the various issues within kpop and the fandom, and also a really fantastic conversation about...how we're allowed to like things that are kinda..shitty? Which I wish was more of a fucking conversation JESUS.

The Revisionist World of Disney: Mary Poppins, Walt Disney, and Saving Mr. Banks: I had no idea why Bunny picked this for me, as I’m not really a Disney adult wrought large, and I don’t care all that much about Mary Poppins, but in a lot of ways the video is about personal historical revisionism and stories and why we make stories the way we do. It was interesting!

The Green Knight: The Uncanny Horror of Masculinity: OKay so full disclosure I think about the Green Knight all the fucking time. It’s one of my favorite movies in a very particular way where I don’t necessarily find it ENJOYABLE, but discussing it in a literary way is one of my favorite things. It’s one of the few movies I’ve ever seen that made me feel the way a good book does. So, let’s go into this discussion with that knowledge.

I think arguing what the Green Knight is ABOUT is good sport, but ultimately not ANSWERABLE. That’s part of what I like about it. So I’m going to say he’s wrong a lot, but also, maybe not.

It is HILARIOUS to me that I can enjoy watching a video so much, and disagree with so much of it, and be so frustrated that I can’t enter into conversation about it. I think Nathan is dead-ass wrong in so much of this fucking video about what The Green Knight symbolizes, he cares way too fucking much about what happens to Gawain at the end, missing the forest for the trees, and somehow never manages to bring up so so many fucking things that the movie is about, or brings in. It’s such a shallow treatment of the film even if I think its an interesting premise for the video. I’d have to watch more of his videos (And unless I’m on a plane, I likely won’t) in order to be like “Is this a HIM thing, or a this VIDEO thing?” We all sometimes whiff it.

I love the idea that its shot like a horror movie, and, I think he goes into a really meaningful and interesting conversation about the performance of masculinity, though I think he misses a few opportunities here and I disagree vehemently that “Unless you’re trans you’ve probably never thought about this” but I think that’s my perspective as being a part of butch-femme culture and community, where how I perform femininity is very intentional and thoughtful. I agree that a lot of people don’t really think about how they perform gender. So maybe I’m actually just being nitpicky there, fair enough.

But ultimately, and, I don’t know if it’s that his knowledge with the base of Arthurian mythos was probably gleaned from other videos on youtube, but he still tries to bring it in (and I would argue you CAN separate a lot of it from) or if it’s just, he gets really married to what he thought the movie was going to be--in full fairness he does mention that its bad form for a critic to editorialize like he does, and we all do it--and so its hard for him to look at what else it could be about, or what. But I just so wholly disagree with maybe like, the entire back half of the video ahaha.

But I loved it! I loved the whole experience of it.

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seventeenlovesthree · 2 years

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Digiweek 2022 Drabbles/Ficlets - Red Shades Filling Up My Heart

One year ago, @dutchforstrangers had decided to dedicate the entirety of Digiweek to a lovely little polyamorous OT3 fanfiction with the title “Shades of Red”. Even if I went into Digiweek 2022 pretty much unprepared, I’m still aiming to pay homage to the story by taking a look at how things may have developed afterwards...

🧡💜❤️

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

Chapter 2: Relationship

Summary: Koushirou is treating Mimi for dinner, thanking her for all the support she’s been offering him throughout his journey to discover his feelings for his two best friends, encouraging him to shoot for the stars and for his romantic happiness. However, the platonic relationships in his life are just as important to him - and now he has the means to put that into words as well.

Characters: Koushirou Izumi, Mimi Tachikawa

Ship: Platonic Koumi, romantic Taikoura

Main POV: Koushirou Izumi

Genre: Friendship, Romance

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1277

“Well then – cheers!”

With that, Mimi clinked her cocktail glass against Koushirou’s, smiling her brightest smile.

“Congrats on scoring the highest possible score there, Koushirou-kun! Or shall I say… Scores?”

Koushirou himself couldn’t help but sigh at that pun, but a somewhat embarrassed grin was forming on his lips as well.

“Mimi-san…”

It was a happy occasion after all. He had volunteered to treat Mimi for dinner, should he ever manage to confess to Taichi – and Sora as well for that matter, but the main objective had been to convince Taichi that his feelings had not been a one-sided deal all along. Mimi had encouraged him – and Sora – to go for the Valentine’s Day confession and was now earning her price for believing in her friends so thoroughly. And loudly.

“What, I just want you to know how happy I am for you!,” she pouted at his lowkey-ness, wanting to celebrate having his feelings successfully reciprocated after a lot of second-guessing. “And proud as well – who would have guessed you would actually go for such an extravagant goal! Falling for and going for two people at once… Truly impressive.”

He coughed at that remark as she gleefully dug into her sundae once more. Just like Taichi and Sora had pointed out, Mimi had a sense for her friends’ romantic affairs…

“Well, you made it pretty apparent that you’ve been having quite the… Colourful impression of us.”

“Pffff, please, can you blame me for that?,” she giggled, pointing her spoon at him in a dramatic manner. “You guys were unbearable to watch sometimes, each and every one of you, no exceptions… And I’m still mad at you for not having told me about all of this sooner.”

It had been quite a journey indeed – by now, Koushirou had realized how exasperated the others must have been to witness the entire thing unfold in front of their eyes. With Koushirou and Sora having been dancing around each other – figuratively and physically –, while Taichi had silently suffered around them, all of them too oblivious and dense to see how much they had hurt one another in the process, despite having wanted each other for the longest time…

“What was I supposed to tell you about when I wasn’t even aware of what was going on myself?,” Koushirou confessed in a defeated tone – and was almost certain that Mimi was this close to throwing the spoon at him, hadn’t they been in a public place.

“EXACTLY THAT! Taichi-san must have been just as baffled to see you being that close to Sora-san… And that Spain trip!” Once again, she dramatically rolled her eyes, followed by a loud laugh. “I still can’t believe you thought it was appropriate to book just one hotel room and one bed without having any ulterior motives there…”

Hearing that, he felt heat creeping into his cheeks and so he took a big bite from the pancake in front of him, trying hard not to remember that instance too vividly.

“And I’ve told you that my only ulterior motive had been to save costs – the spot where you hit me still hurts sometimes by the way.”

“Well deserved! Sleeping in the same room and same bed as beautiful, gorgeous, stunning Sora-san – just how?!”

And thus, the heat increased even more. Looking back on it, it obviously had made him notice Sora more thoroughly, having been physically close and comfortable in her company, watching her from decreased distance, seeing her smile, her happiness, with completely different eyes… Heart fluttering included.

“When we were sixteen, you couldn't even look at me without turning into a tomato – just like you do now!"

"I was sixteen, like you just said!," he countered, raising his voice, causing her expression to turn mischievous. Through years of experience, he was aware how much she enjoyed getting under his skin, challenging and teasing him, especially about his former crush on her – and he was also terribly aware that he fell for it each and every time.

"Seriously though, you had been rambling about this trip for days, told me you were planning on doing loads of sightseeing. I’ve literally never seen your eyes lighting up at the idea of going dancing with Sora-san, you used to be stiff as a board! And every second sentence was also about how you’d wanted to show all the sights and stuff to Taichi-san...,” Mimi mused, still sounding highly amused – but also fond of the memory, enjoying her friend being so obviously in love with his two best friends. “If I didn’t have my suspicions about you being a bisexual disaster before, that would have been the final straw, unbelievable."

This time, Koushirou couldn’t unsee the softness in her expression and automatically returned it. He really must have been unbearable after all, having been so fed up with Taichi closing himself off that he had continuously rambled about him, how frustrated he had been with him, how much he had missed him…

But before he could even reply to Mimi, she elaborated – with words that made his heart jump a little:

“… And now look at you. You finally know what you want, who you want… And you went for it. That is truly amazing and admirable, Koushirou-kun.”

“I have to thank you for that,” he responded almost immediately – and thus catching her off guard in return.

“Awww, I didn’t even do anything, really.” Mimi just waved her hand at that, obviously flattered, before emptying the ice cream glass in front of her. “Playing Amor is definitely a profession I’d consider, but honestly? You guys just needed a nudge. And… Being in love suits you.”

He could tell that she was speaking honestly here, not wanting to take too much credit, but he also knew her well enough by now to pick up on the little things. There had been a time when he hadn’t been able to deal with her well, not knowing how to reply to her, how to tend to her emotions, just as she hadn’t had the capacities to deal with his rationality either. They had come a long way since then, with a lot of ups and downs in between.

“No, I mean it,” he spoke from a place of honesty just as much as she had done, wanting to underline how much it all meant to him. “I’d say that… Relationships of that caliber have never been my biggest strength and it took a lot to face all of this. You should be aware of that… First hand, so to speak. I wouldn’t have been able to understand myself as well as I do now, or be able to… Say these things out loud, if it hadn’t been for your support. So… The bisexual disaster in me is just incredibly thankful.”

Once he had finished his speech, he already felt the urge to apologize for it – because her eyes were, without a doubt, shimmering with tears. But again, he had no chance to intervene, as she actually threw a tissue at him this time, babbling enthusiastically:

“Awww, you’re so cute when you get open like that! Sora-san and Taichi-san are super lucky, hehe…”

“I’m just as lucky. To have them… And you as my friend, Mimi-san.”

“See, being in love really suits you, it makes you more cheesy as well! I’m thankful too though,” she admitted, chuckling, as she wiped a tear away. “Speaking of food… Shall we order another course?”

With a heart full of softness and thankfulness, Koushirou handed her an unused tissue now, knowing that he had found the right words eventually.

“It’s my treat, so go ahead.”

“Yay!”

#digiweek #digiweek 2022 #taikoura #koumi #my drabbles #fanfiction #digimon #koushirou izumi #mimi tachikawa

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 years

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Idk if it is my old butt, but none of us were like this back when we read lemon as minors.

Speaking for myself, I was aware of what I was reading, as 16 years old Is a common age to experience sexual desire. And what a best way to quell that need, if reading about your favourite character? Something that is not real and can be modelled to your very specifications. Looking back now, now Adult me can difference a piece wrote by a minor vs one of an adult; is quite obvious with the implemented theme and... this does not apply to everyone, but the grammar is also a big indicator.

It baffles me how much of a sharp, left turn people have done in the last years. The amount of characters that were aged up (yes, that is something that have been existing for a lot of years) even as the author was a minor themself... speaks how little importance this new "This is character is a minor, hence you can't write about them" policy.

I am aware of some of those minors are acting like that due to proclamed grooming... but they aren't entitled to judge everyone as if they are predator/groomers. They choose to see everyone in a bad light rather than be calm and give them the benefit of the doubt (because as many good people are out there, so are the ones who actually do bad stuff) but they are only making the good people rethink they behaviour and, after seeing how those supposed groomed minors act, me, As an adult, really don't want to interact with someone who likes to point their finger and refuses to see and respect the others. And that response from us (that, actually, is pretty common. The same thing parents do to their kids, grounding them because the parent is aware that the kid won't listen and isn't seeing the reason behind the punishment... when is deserved, of course. Teenagers choose to see that as a challenge and try to push harder against a non-existent enemy.

And that Idia user is just proving that this policy is stupid; speaking of committing such act just because your very fake, very flexible character isn't the same age as you and you won't acknowledge your previous statements because that would mean you were an hypocrite... yeah, very stupid.

Characters are made with that young look because that is what sells; youth is far more wanted than seniority. If It weren't because the author wanted to put an age, all characters can be +30, we won't be none the wiser because that's how a great deal of them (characters) are designed to be.

You depict the character that you love as an equal in terms of age because, personally, I want them to be +24 just like me. When I was 18, I imagined the characters the same age as me and so on.

Well, I could speak more but every time my mind turns into a mush because like every other topic, it is not a black-and-white one, but a big scale of grays, so this small rant will turn into an essay if I proceed haha. I hope that I have, at least, made my point and reached you as I intended.

You know your fans, so apologies if you find this text discourse-inducing in some way. You can delete this if that's the case!

I EXTREMELY AGREE WITH ABOUT THE FIRST PART YOU SAID DARLING! DURING OUR TIME, NOBODY REALLY CARED ABOUT WHOLE ORDEAL OF CHARACTERS BEING MINORS OR ADULTS! AS A WHOLE, THE FANS WHO ADORED THE SAME CHARACTER JUST, SHOOK EACH OTHER'S HANDS AND MOVE ON??

LIKE, THERE WAS NO ISSUES ON WHETHER THE AUTHOR WHO WROTE THE SMUT SERIES ON WATTPAD WAS A MINOR?? OR HOW THE SMUT SERIES CONTAINED SUPPOSEDLY 'CANON' MINOR CHARACTERS?? INSTEAD, EVERYONE JUST COLLECTIVELY ADORED AND LIKED THE WRITTEN SERIES???

NO ONE POINTED FINGERS AT THE PEOPLE WHO WERE READING IT AND JUST BLATANTLY CALLED THEM A PEDOPHILE OR GROOMER, INSTEAD THEY JUST GUSHED ABOUT THE CHARACTER TOGETHER??

LIKE YOU SAID, SOCIETY HAVE TAKEN A SHARP LEFT TURN, DECIDED TO BE 'WOKE' AND TRY TO FIND FAULTS IN EVERYTHING TO MAKE THEMSELVES LOOK GOOD. SOMETIMES THE ISSUES FALLS IN THAT THEY WEREN'T EDUCATED ENOUGH ON THE TOPIC OR THEY WERE MISGUIDED INTO THINKING SUCH THINGS OR MAYBE THEY JUST PLANNED TO REFUSE EVERYTHING AND CONTINUE ON WITH THEIR OWN KIND MADE UP PRINCIPLE.

SOME AUDIENCES WOULD GO SO FAR TO PROCLAIM OF BEING GROOMED TO JUSTIFY OF WHY THEY'RE ACTING LIKE THAT AND IT'S JUST :/ WHY? THESE KINDS OF INFORMATION MUST BE TAKEN WITH A GRAIN OF SALT AS TO HOW NOT EVERYTHING THEY SAY IS TRUE. I'M NOT SAYING TO DOUBT EVERYTHING PEOPLE SAY BUT IT'S ALRIGHT TO HAVE THAT KIND MINDSET TO ENSURE YOUR SAFETY HERE IN THE INTERNET AND TO AVOID TO PLUNGE INTO A WEB OF LIES

#answered #twisted talks from hana #important

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owlixx · 1 year

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Kirby Spinoff/Demo Wrap Up

So, I am done with all the mainline pre-switch Kirby games! But after Robobot, I poked my head into some of the later spinoff games and played the demos of the switch games and wanted to share my thoughts on those.

Rainbow Curse

Great art style hampered by playing on gamepad

weird multiplayer that trivializes the core gameplay

I just popped in and bopped Wispy Woods

It's not...bad, but I don't have the itch to play more

Blowout Blast

I tried a level each from the sub-game and the standalone release

Pretty cute and fun, if a bit plain

Standalone game is definitely worth the upgrade with its actual levels and much longer length

The combo system and grading does stress me out a little

I wouldn't mind beating each of these sometime

Battle Royale

Booting this up with no prior knowledge is a baffling experience

I thought this game was 9 different genres before figuring it out

Seems like Blowout Blast with combat at first

Then it seems like top down Smash Bros

Only for it to end up being...a poor man's Mario Party?

Seems like this game should have either leaned into being more of a fighting game with light MOBA elements (like the tutorial also kind of made it seem with highlighted friends/enemies, revives, a mix of small and big enemies)

...or it should have leaned into being a party game and focused on variety and having game boards

I could see myself doing the story mode out of morbid curiosity but I don't think I would immensely enjoy it based on my reaction to the stupid apple collecting minigame

Star Allies

I had played this demo before multiple times, both single player and multi player

This time, what occurred to me was the absurdity of porting Return to Dream Land to Switch FIVE YEARS after releasing a near-identical game on Switch, where the biggest issue is how similar the two games are.

And both games are still 60 dollars! They are literally both games right now as part of Nintendo's special "voucher deal" where you can get two full priced games at a marginally reduced price. FIVE YEARS LATER

For context, 2018 also had such beloved games as Red Dead Redemption 2, Assassin's Creed Odyssey, Spider-Man, and God of War, all of which drop to 10-20 dollars regularly now. Hell, God of War got ported to PC starting at 50 dollars since it was SO OLD and that was over a year ago

30 fps :( Triple Deluxe really spoiled me (I am the first person to ever say that, from what I've seen)

Anyways, its just Return to Dream Land but with the friend system of Super Star (roughly) and ability mixing inspired by Squeak Squad's upgraded sword (rouhgly)

Having 4 helpers makes things too easy, maybe I'd try the story solo if I ever got this

Everyone dunks on Star Allies online so I was expecting to see what they see, and I do, but the game is still a fun Kirby game

After some research however, I am extremely tempted to purchase the game for all the extra modes

Especially Guest Star: the idea of letting you replay an entire Kirby game locked into one power, allowing for 20 something unique playthroughs each with their own best-time is so tempting and I wish every game had it

Plus, it is so cool to see DLC friends from every mainline Kirby now that I get all those references!

This game goes on sale a bit sometimes, so it is now an actual contender to purchase

Super Kirby Clash

I mean, it's not great, but it is cute enough and a decent splitscreen timekiller

I kind of wish that now they'd just patch the game to be a bit less money-grubbing

More free to play games should have flawless splitscreen

Fighters 2

Let me just say: WOW

The gameplay is not super sophisticated, but the polish and sheen are off the charts

Literally Star Allies engine but in 60 fps!

Two player roguelike story mode????

Exclusive copy abilitity?

Unique helper characters???

This game is clearly so much more than a sequel to the sub-game

Hilariously blows Fighters Deluxe out of the water in terms of...everything

Might get this if it ends up being fun splitscreen in the demo

Forgotten Land

Pretty fun demo

Only did the first level on "wild style", waiting to do the whole demo coop

30 fps :(((

Mario Odyssey was 60 fps SIX YEARS AGO

And speaking of, this game I think was expected to be "Kirby Odyssey" or "Kirby Breath of the Wild"

But it doesn't even feel like "Kirby's Mario 64" or "Kirby Ocarina of Time"

It feels more like "Kirby 3D Land"

It seems almost offensive that Kirby is a series with its identity rooted in novelty and unique gimmicks, yet the only 3D games before were a racing game, a minigame (with no copy abliities!), and a minigame collection kind of

Seems like a promising start, but I am not sure I want to drop 60 bucks just for a few more hours of this

Don't get me wrong, its cute and fun and wonderful, but it seems like "A fun Kirby game" and not "the Kirby game to end all Kirby games"

Might be tempted though if the local coop is really good

Dream Buffet

No demo for this one but I've got my eye on it

#kirby #kirby star allies #kirby and the forgotten land #3ds #switch #nintendo #gaming

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Send “talk about” and a name…

“Tell me about Bruce Wayne.”

"He’s the same as the rest of them, fake.” Roman sneered, barely paying attention to the psychiatrist on the other side of the room. He didn’t usually. They rarely stuck around for long, either frightened off by his volatile temper or preferring to hand his case over for some other overworked and underpaid shrink in this nuthouse to deal with instead. However, he wasn’t referring to the man in glasses waiting patiently to hear his answer. The instant Doctor Crane (or whatever the fuck he was called) mentioned that name, Roman’s attention immediately became fixated on the topic. Bruce Fucking Wayne. How he detested that name. The sound of his knuckles cracking was audible as he clenched his fists in familiar hatred, not unlike the last time he’d been dragged into this very room before his ire had gotten the better of him, resulting in their little ‘session’ ending early. If the new guy had heard anything about that, he didn’t seem bothered at all. Maybe they’d learned their lesson from his last outburst, finding somebody made of sterner stuff. “Perfect little Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham. That son of a bitch is the Prince of Lies if you ask me! I knew him years ago and I’ll tell you he’s every bit the same, scheming piece of shit as he was back then just like all the other socialite scumbags sitting pretty at the top of the food chain. My parents actually wanted us to be friends, can you believe that??” Roman scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he struggled to relax in his seat. Had the good doctor mentioned literally anybody else, he might not have allowed himself to get so flustered but the name of the one man he loathed to his bitter core was akin to waving a red flag before a raging bull. And just like that sorry bull, Crane’s flag proved too irresistible a target to ignore. He remembered that day they’d met, the first time he’d been allowed to meet somebody his own age. That face. The hair. The manners. Bruce had it all, always did, even the love of his parents as they ushered their boy into the Sionis’ family hall. Mother had acted graciously just like she always done while entertaining finer company, his parents called it, her manners impeccable as she fussed and fretted about their ‘guests’ in a way she’d never done when it came to her own flesh and blood. It had been an eye-opening experience, the moment when Roman realized everything he’d ever known was all bullshit. ”Who am I kidding? Of course you don’t, but we were a big name back in the day when all the Waynes were still alive and kicking. Yeah, I could tell you a thing or two about that...” He said in a voice calmer than usual, dark gaze flickering towards the other man’s face as as he finally paid attention to Doctor Crane. Blue eyes. The man had blue eyes, startlingly reminiscent of when he’d known a younger Bruce Wayne. At the time, it baffled Roman why his parents wanted so badly for him to be friends with Thomas and Martha’s golden boy when behind closed doors, the things they said about the family would have made a sailor blush. He knew better now, of course; his parents had only cared about the prestige, hoped maybe they’d become something more one day. All he’d wanted was this intruder out of his home, to send him packing along with his fake, perfect family. Instead he’d been forced to play along with the delusion, to show Bruce his room including his collection of masks to which the boy only seemed politely interested about. It was ironic how none of them understood that the masks they wore every day was what was truly strange instead of the ones he collected. Roman might have said something similar out loud in that moment, his parents overhearing with a gasp while Bruce pretended he’d heard no such thing. He clenched his fists again, glaring at Crane as though it was the psychiatrist’s fault that had happened way back then. He’d simply been honest about his dislike of Bruce and for exposing the truth, he’d paid most dearly indeed. After the Waynes left, only then did his mother finally remove her own mask, unleashing her pent-up vitriol as she screamed and screamed for hours at Roman. Her fury at his refusal to play along with their false narrative was so great she’d even slapped him, causing the man to subconsciously press a hand to his cheek as he recalled the sharp, sudden sting of her punishing touch. But he wasn’t here to think about that bitch, was he? He was here to talk about Wayne. "Breaks my heart that dear old mom and dad didn’t get to live long enough to see what he’s really like, buying out the family business for a pittance when it was most vulnerable. Some friend he’d have made. You think Old Bruce did that out of the goodness of his own heart? Like hell he did! They’re all in it for themselves up there, pretending to care when all they want is more! People think he’s so wonderful just because he’s rich, that he lost his parents as a kid. Wasn’t enough that he had it all but then he had to go steal MY legacy too? And they call him a humanitarian?? Fuck that!!!” Roman screamed, slamming his fist down on the table as hard as he could, relishing the pain doing so caused his hand. Fuck Bruce Wayne, and fuck Arkham too for that matter.

#arkhampsychiatrist #memes ;; talk about #( 💀 ♮ IMMACULATE INTERESTS ♮ | musings )#( 💀 ♮ UNMASKED MALICE ♮ | headcanons )#I'm so sorry Ciar #And sorry to Jonathan too having to deal with this shit #I kind of went on a spiel so don't feel obliged to answer since it was a meme #Just Jonathan asking his questions and Roman possibly oversharing because it's one of THOSE topics #And he can't shut up when he's angry

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Cat Frenzy (FUN UNIT, 2012)

ah, cat frenzy. takes me back, this one does. originally sold on the dsi shop for 200 Nintendo Points (roughly 2 USD), Cat Frenzy is a match puzzle game where you slide rows or columns of cats to match 3 of them and clear them from the board. easy! you can only slide them left, right, or down, and you can push the cats out of the playboard. the stock button adds more cats to the board to work with, and once you run out of cats the game ends. there are also bonus cats! cats in cans that add 10 to the stock, cats with 2x multipliers that double the points you get from that match/chain, and cats with fish that clear every cat of that type on the board. nice way to make the game more interesting ...or at least, that's how it is in quick play. in mission mode you have to clear all the cats it tells you to, increasing in difficulty over time. most of the missions consist of "get a chain of [x] with [y] amount of moves" with different twists, such as rocks on the board or certain patterns of cats you have to work with

i played SO MUCH cat frenzy when i was a tadpole. like SOOOOO MUCH. it still holds up fairly well, but i will admit that it gets kinda boring after a while. its largely just the same type of thing over and over again. quick play is a fun diversion especially for car rides with nothing else to do, but not really for big road trips of the same nature. good tool for getting a baby frog addicted to puzzle games though! plus it has a save/load feature in quick play, which i think is pretty cool

the mission mode is pretty solid. i feel like id be better at the missions if it wasnt currently 2:25 AM as im writing this line. the first 8 serve as a tutorial for the game as a whole, and the other 40 are actual missions. unfortunately it is 2 in the morning. i cant get past mission 13 as of writing this, but honestly i sorta stopped trying. still a good mode! my brain is just drifting in and out of focus. whoops

the music is an odd beast. cat frenzy has a total of 2 songs -- one for the title screen and one for the gameplay -- and while theyre good, they can very easily get a little grating. theyre real catchy though! ive had the title screen song especially inscribed into my neurons for about a decade ...this is normally where id link to the ost or something, but from what ive seen nobodys ripped the music for this game yet. go figure. ill see what i can do about grabbing the 2 songs from this thing, but i havent done it before, so it might take a little while. stay tuned! (or dont, we advocate for free will and autonomy on this page)

the overall sound design, however, is somewhat lacking and bizarre. there are sounds for things -- moving cats, hitting buttons, etc. -- but i cant say that they make much sense. each type of cat meows differently when you tap it to move it! theres a drum hit when you match cats!! you get cute fanfare when you hit a new level in quick play/clear a mission!!! those are fun!!!!! but the buttons make weird and baffling sounds, most notably:

the stock button is a spring sound

the hint and retry buttons are squeaky toy sounds (same for the menu button in mission mode)

hitting the "to the main menu" button in mission select just makes a cartoon bonk-honk sound (zonk? whonk? idk what it would count as. very likely youve heard it before at some point in your life though)

the menu button in quick play makes a sound thats a mix between paper shuffling and cicada wings (paper cicada?)

the main menu buttons make a weird kinda cork squeak-esque sound i cant describe and, most importantly,

hitting all the other buttons makes a sound i can only possibly transcribe as a swift and soft (squeedle-eek!) noise its confusing. some of these are only tangentially cat related, but most are just completely unrelated to anything in the game. whats the deal here????? did they just buy a buncha stock sounds for this game? so strange to me. regardless, the sound design just isnt all that good. these sounds are funny at first but eventually even the meows become incessant and droning. the best way to get the idea of the kind of experience it is would be to play it yourself. there's very little gameplay of this game online, and what we do have is either mostly silenced in lieu of an admittedly pretty cool song that nonetheless appears nowhere in the game or has about the same video quality as a stick of celery

i will note -- i dont fucking know WHAT that image from the dsi shop page is. i completely wiped it from my memory over the years, but looking back that pink cat is probably why i even bought it. the official page and trailer also claimed these cats are "stuck in a well" and need rescuing, but the board is very clearly a house and these cats are clearly not in any sort of distress. what gives? the cats in-game are more than cute enough to be marketable to 2012 audiences! tell me why you did this, fun unit! i need to know!

overall rating: 5.3 - It's Alright. cat frenzy is a cute little diversion. not the best, mind you, but it's good. it's serviceable. with some kinda-repetitive music and gameplay that starts getting stale in the same timeframe as an apple oxidizing once its cut, youre still better off playing it for the more boring stretches of time you encounter in your life. unless you have a kid who likes cats! it's damn good fun for anyone under 12, but slowly loses its luster every year afterwards. Do Play.

#dsi post #recommendation: do play #rating: it's alright #cat frenzy #nintendo dsi #dsiware #fun unit

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Thoughts watching 4x01 – 4x04 altogether. This does contain spoilers – I am acknowledging all 4 episodes in my thoughts/reflections over the arcs that are in play – not just the information as we get it.

Thoughts while watching 4x01 - these are getting too long to post it all at once.

Kinda weird that they blame TK for wanting the “dream” venue – when in reality – Carlos was the one holding it all up – NOT TK.

The line “You didn’t tell TK the truth” is kinda misleading – since they never act like it was a lie in the show – so weird – Why do this storyline as a secret marriage – but nothing about how it was a lie? -This isn’t exactly a good thing – seeing as how TK gets blamed for every little thing – including in this arc. – still baffles me.

I don’t need an apology on screen – but to completely ignore this being a lie isn’t beneficial to the character – it could have been a great way to have him confront the issues that have brought him to this point – but to ignore it – It makes it look like they only added that part of the storyline as a way to set up TK to take the blame – because that is the overall theme of the show at this point.

Still think that TK handles this whole ‘fiancé is legally married to his best friend – that I’ve never met – or heard about in the last couple of years (and when he did it was at work, because of Michelle) with so much more grace than any real actual human would.

My issue is not at all with the marriage itself – it is with the fact it was a lie (for years) – but the show acts like it was just fine and dandy – no big deal. He is legally married – that is a big deal – especially when they have this ridiculously short time span to get married at the “dream” venue – ALL to further set it up so that they can blame TK for the Iris/Carlos kidnappings – or at least make TK think it was his fault (along with a scary amount of the fandom – still – even after the whole thing is done).

I don’t understand why they love to make Owen look so incredibly naïve all the time – with every new person he meets – it is not an endearing quality – it just makes him looks continually stupid & easily led.

The acting this season is fucking amazing – starting from the beginning – just so great, so much effort & talent being displayed this season.

I do like that TK didn’t completely blow up – but this was almost a non-reaction – which was probably the most ooc thing to me about all 4 episodes

At least the 1st episode had more than one rescue

I feel like we will be seeing the wedding of Brianna & Caleb – and that Caleb will inevitably get stuck in something.

Also – I don’t care if you almost died – I am not kissing you when you are covered in literal shit & other nasty things from the porta potty – sorry, but fuck that.

I still thinks it’s hilarious when Rev. Parks just pushes his daughter out of the ride – Like I know he had to, but it was still hilarious.

Working 4 seasons in rides at Cedar Point was enough to make it so that I never rode a carnival ride again – the lack of safety shit is insane – I don’t even like the carnival type rides at Cedar point – particularly Giant Wheel (Ferris wheel).

I love how Nancy just calls everyone out on their love lives – “He is a repeat customer”

That moment of panic when Carlos hears that Michelle is basically out of communication for three months – lovely

I feel like a lot of the Carlos/Iris conversation is super superficial – also the “currently not in a coma” line is just – weird? Like – why is that the best thing he could say about his fiancé?

I don’t think I will ever understand the logic behind making meeting & approving of TK a condition of signing the papers – or that Carlos went from “You’re joking” to ok, no problem. More areas that were just used to add drama to set up a way to blame TK.

I do know that I keep saying that they just keep setting up ways to blame TK – but they are – Literally it is brought up in 4x03 & 4x04 – with no acknowledgement of WHY TK talked to her in the first place.

I hate it when I am reminded that Owen is a history nerd like me – but, I guess if I have to have something in common with him – I am glad it is that.

Judd – the voice of reason when it comes to Owen – if only he would actually listen to the man.

Owen needs a fucking keeper – unfortunately for Judd & Mateo – they are the only ones qualified for the job

The long church scene really isn’t my thing – glad it was at the end – it would have taken me completely out of the episode. I get that there are people that loved it, if not for Tommy & Grace’s reactions – I would just totally skip to the next ep. - this is totally a personal thing & and I can appreciate that there were people who loved it or were able to relate to it - that just isn't me.

#911 lone star season 4 #911 lone star spoilers #thoughts on the storylines as a whole

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josiebelladonna · 1 year

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blocking the mutuals tag and the stranger things tag.

i can't take it anymore.

i don't care about how much you love your mutuals. these posts are like cancer cells. scratch that, they are cancer.

they're stupid on principle, too, like... why do you people feel a need to drive it home 100000000000000000x over? i'm a "one and done" kind of person: when i say "i love you" to someone, i mean it. love is not something i take very lightly, and it's usually because i don't say it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and it JUST NEVER STOPS.

i've said this before, too, but there's something weirdly dehumanizing about these posts. forget the fact that you're following a human being (in many cases, human beings who aren't even fully developed yet) with flaws and everything. oh, no, you're following a perfect angel in every way possible!!! and to make shit worse? i see this snotty attitude that backs it all up, like "okay, fine, die alone and miserable :) we have mutuals, you don't :)" fuck off. knock that shit off. do you know how shallow you sound? when you frame it like this, i don't want to be anywhere near you because you're probably going to patronize about everything.

and unbeknownst to you condescending little shits, i actually have friends and i value them as they are, warts and all. i understand that they're human. i literally don't even think about them being my ~mutuals~ because that should be automatic. i don't pay attention to them being ~mutuals~ with me because it's a given. plus, i know i'm following live human beings here. so, it's completely baffling to me that this very intrinsic thing is being thrown around and done to fucking death to where it's absolutely obnoxious and i don't ever want to see it again.

hell, there's a lot of things that should be automatic are made painfully aware on here now and not only is it annoying, it's so fucking weird.

why do you guys make such a huge deal about otherwise complete strangers? i understand being kind to every kind, but this is complete overkill, and to the point you're actually not being very kind at all... if anything, you're being assholes with these posts. every single one of you.

why do you guys feel a need to see each other's faces so fucking much and tag each other to post selfies? see, that, i understand. i've posted selfies on here before on my own terms and i've actually had people unfollow me because of them. i see people on here tag each other to post selfies and i ask myself why. it's borderline cruel when you think about it: why do you bitches get all the swoons, all the ~mutuals love~ out the wazoo, but i get left behind?

it's so clique-y. this shit is so stereotypically high school when... high school isn't like this. it wasn't like this for me. we never had cliques at my school, as much of an outsider as i was then (and still am). hell, i don't think any high school is like this.

i'm an o.g. tumblr girl: i lived through 2014 tumblr and let me tell you. i remember there was a time, before 2018 and the nsfw ban, when there were adults on here, actual adults. people who acted their age. hell, i remember seeing 15/16/17-year-olds who acted mature for their age: they were genuinely smart, and curious about taboos and doing the right thing, not... clamming up whenever they see the mature label on a post and screaming "I'M A MINOR!!!" in the presence of an adult. we have a big problem in society, absolutely: i'm sure you've seen that viral tweet telling teenagers that that 20-something doesn't actually love them. but when you have this exact same demographic dressing like they're my age (late 20s looking at 30) and talking like they're 9 years old, it actually makes me very uncomfortable, like... that's not natural. if you're a teenager, you should act like one.

i mention this because it feels like everything is being whittled down and simplified... no better example of this than all the posts going ad infinitum about mutuals. plus, i'm seeing actual adults exhibiting this same behavior: people my age acting like they're still teenagers. so, this isn't just some gen z thing, although it primarily is.

hell, the whole new lingo of tumblr goes right over my head now. i see posts talking about "pieces of media" all the time, too. "enjoy this piece of media" "hyperfixate on this piece of media." there's something so corny about it, like... you know, speaking as someone who is neurodivergent, not everyone is like this. and i feel like those who are neurodivergent aren't this generic, either.

i just think about the utter glut of the ____ x reader fics on ao3 and on here now and how a trope like self-insert or, hell, even slash, is now a punchline. i remember it wasn't even that long ago when writing fic to get your own lust out and explore your desires that way was a normal thing. there's no healthy selfishness. there's no personality to anything. there's no desire to stand out from a crowd. it's all so detached, and it's the wrong kind of detachment, too: like there's being detached in helping someone broken so you don't get involved with their own emotional vomit, but this isn't that.

i feel like a lot of you have never been disciplined, like... properly disciplined, and taught that it's okay to stand on your own and truly be yourself and you'll attract the right people that way instead and you don't need to go on and on and on about your goddamn mutuals to the point you make everything and everyone so unpleasant. that's the best word to describe these posts, next to "saccharine": they're unpleasant. you might think otherwise, but when you look at the core of it, they most definitely are not. quite the contrary.

there's only a couple of mutuals i have who i consider good: otherwise, i feel like most of you don't even give a shit about me. it's bullshit. every last part of it. bullshit. "mutuals! mutuals! mutuals! mutuals! mutuals!" all i see is "bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit bullshit."

you don't love each other, you only love the idea of each other. what's worse is i really don't know who's to blame here. i don't know if it's tumblr having dropped the ball with the nsfw ban (and imploring people to block people on the sole premise of finding them annoying, like bruh) or if it's a generational thing that i'm not getting or what. but this drippy, overly saccharine shit has to stop because they're soulless. STOP MAKING THESE POSTS.

most of all, everyone feels bored at some point. everyone hates their life at some point or another. everyone wants to escape. i haven't met a single person who says they love the world they live in right now in years (even with the opportunities that i've found with it, i don't feel the least bit safe in our current world). stop acting like you're the first generation to have discovered [insert thing most people have known for years with the justification that it hasn't been found by you yet... give me a break]. you're not better than me, so if you feel a need to patronize me for making a stink about these godforsaken posts, you can kiss my ass, especially if you wanted to be treated like an adult.

i can't stand these posts because they don't tell me anything, but they do tell me everything i need to know about the state of tumblr right now. there's no substance. it's all ego. there's no soul. i see selfies and there's too many people on here with a dead look in their eyes, so i know for a fact there's no soul. it's all fads. it's everything i found awful about being a teen with all the cliques and the nonsense that's not going to mean anything 5 years from now... but taken up several notches and made somehow worse.

like, i complained about my generation being full of idiots before, but it was often out of frustration. you know, like... "god, i'm surrounded by idiots!" and then i'd bunker myself up in my room with my books and my music, or i go out for a solo bike ride. i don't fucking get gen z, and i really want to, too. i want to get along with this age group and those who've come after me, especially since my own pretty much pushed me out. as for my age group, stop kidding yourselves. you know this is all bullshit. it's like those 50-year-olds who are trying act like us. knock it off.

most of all, there's no love, like actual love. you guys are taking actual human love and hollowing it out and cheapening it and boiling it down to ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~mutuals~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ thanks for completely killing that word, too. i can't see that word anymore without thinking of bloggers who are so hoity-toity and yet so childish at the same time who claim to love each other but they actually don't. it's all so saccharine and stupid and snotty that it makes hallmark look r rated. how awful is that? all of these posts that go on ad infinitum about mutuals are more white-bread and goody-goody than the most white-bread, goody-goody company in existence.

i could tell you guys to grow the fuck up and get over yourselves but i feel like with this post alone, i'm putting myself up to a line of patronization because that's what gen z likes to do, is lecture. you don't want to learn. you don't want to leave your comfort zones when real life and living is beyond those. you just want to be pathetic the rest of your lives. tiktok has completely scrambled your brains, anyway: for this reason, i'm going to refrain from saying "you'll learn" the way a parent does for their kid because i don't think any of you will.

but this tag goes right in the trash. these posts are brain-dead trash. "oh, mutuals! i luv u! i luv u i luv u i luv u" SHUT. UP. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT ANYMORE EVER AGAIN. yeah, tumblr implores you to block anyone that you find annoying. and i find the "mutuals" tag the most annoying thing in existence right now, and i'm blocking it because i'm about ready to lose it.

hm. how 'bout that? :)

as for stranger things... i hate how i can't go through virtually any tag and not see something that doesn't mention it. now this, i can blame primarily on tumblr. the tagging system on here has always been garbage, simply because of how weirdly fluid the tags are, but it's more so the case now. i went through the star wars tag yesterday and istg, after actual posts about the mandalorian and the classic trilogy, i ran into posts about eddie muenster cheese and will and mike... and op tagged star wars for some reason. so, remember: newton's third law states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. tumblr's tagging system was complete shit to begin with but you have people like this.

i used to really like stranger things, too. i was obsessed during the first two seasons, and then they made everything ~all about the music~ at the sake of telling a goddamn coherent story with actors who actually look their age: bro, millie bobby's going to be 20 next week, and you want me to believe that she's playing a 14-year-old? no. that's literally all i'm going to think about because it just makes the overall tone of the show so weird and borderline creepy, too.

hmmm... where have i heard that one before.

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[ the little moments] ♡ Beelzebub

6 - That moment when you accompanied Beelzebub to the military.

✿ part of a series! ✿

❀ gender neutral reader ❀

Warnings: Mentions of blood

“I’m sorry,” Beel said. One of his hands patted your head in the form of a silent apology. “Our date got postponed because of the military summon… I really wanted to share Madam Devian’s new dessert with you.”

You smiled at him, catching his hand in yours and giving them a squeeze. You couldn’t deny that you also were excited to try out the new cake that Madam Devian released recently, but any time with Beel was time well spent. It didn’t matter whether you went to a bakery or the military, as long as you were with him.

“It’s alright. We can always go later,” you said. “But are you sure I can go in with you?”

Beel scowled at the fence gate in front of you two, its barbed wires separating you from the military encampment. He gently squeezed your hands back. “Don’t worry. They will let you in.”

From beyond the gate, way in the back, you saw a demon in a white military uniform rush out from a large building. His cap almost flew off from how quickly he arrived at the gate.

“General Beelzebub!” the demon greeted, saluting. He opened the gate, and you two stepped inside. “I have been awaiting your presence. I thank you for coming here on such short notice.”

“Don’t worry about it, Colonel Alastor,” Beel said, but you knew he was secretly a little upset about it. You could tell from the way his eyebrows were furrowed, the slightest bit of indentation appearing at the base of his forehead. “What do you need me for?”

“Of course, general, please follow me to the training grounds. I will explain on our way there,” Alastor said, but then his eyes fell on you, and he added on, “General, may I ask who your guest is? So that I may provide the correct identification tag.”

“My lover,” Beel said, his face straight. He didn’t even blink.

You almost choked at how naturally Beel spoke, as if he was simply ordering a meal at a restaurant, but it seemed you weren’t the only one surprised. You saw the shock settle on Alastor’s face before he quickly collected himself.

“I apologize, Your Grace. Please excuse my rudeness,” Alastor said to you, bowing deeply at the waist. “Please allow me to welcome Your Grace to the Royal Army.”

“Ah, thank you,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly. You were trying your best to not appear flustered, but perhaps your nervousness was leaking into your actions. Beel announcing that you were lovers made butterflies flutter at the bottom of your stomach—you even thought your heart might have skipped a beat. “Please, don’t worry about me. Just go ahead and do what you need to do. I’m just here to, uh, sightsee.”

Alastor smiled and closed the gate before leading you two to a field further down the path. It was a stone path, you noticed. After visiting almost every nook and cranny of the Devildom, you could conclude that Devildom didn’t have any concrete. The flooring was always wood, stone, brick, or marble.

You nudged Beel in the side. “You’re a general?” you whispered as you both followed Alastor. You knew demons had enhanced hearing, but you whispered anyway. It wasn’t anything that needed to be kept secret, but you felt that it was a bit embarrassing to ask a question that seemed to be common knowledge.

Beel didn’t seem to mind. “Lieutenant general to be exact,” he said. “I’m referred to as ‘general’ though. Diavolo is the actual five-star general. Although, I don’t know if I still count as one since I’ve been taking a break from the army ever since you’ve arrived in the Devildom.”

“If I may interrupt,” Alastor spoke up from the front. “I would say that General Beelzebub has all rights to keep his rank. Even if he has been away from the army for some time, he has been very helpful in leading us, especially with new recruits. They are always a willful bunch.”

“Is your new batch acting up?” Beel grumbled. “You just have to give them a good beating.”

Alastor sighed. “I would do exactly what the general advises if they weren’t children of nobility. As a demon of common blood, I’m afraid they will complain to their families and have them take my head.”

“Even though you are a colonel?” you asked, baffled. Even if Alastor wasn't a noble, this was the army. How could new soldiers affect the colonel? To this day, you still weren’t a hundred percent clear on demon hierarchy. Perhaps, after spending so much time with the brothers, you’ve become desensitized to it all.

“I may be a colonel to them, but to their families, I am a mere commoner,” Alastor replied with a chuckle, and then he stopped in front of a field. Since the Devildom was always dark, several round balls of light hovered in the air, lighting the field enough that you could barely see the faces of the recruits. They were spread all over the field, but it didn’t really look like they were training. “Alright. General, Your Grace, we have arrived at the training grounds. Your Grace, please take this visitor tag.”

Alastor handed you a clip-on tag with the word “VISITOR” printed neatly in bold letters. But before you could accept the tag, Beel took it from Alastor and carefully pinched it onto your clothing.

“They don’t have benches on the field,” Beel said, smoothing out your clothes. His purple eyes met yours. “Will you be okay standing nearby?”

You brushed his bangs away from his eyes and smiled at him. “I’ll be okay. Will you be okay though? Are you hungry?”

“I’m not hungry.” Beel brought you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you. When you returned his hug, he brushed his lips against your cheek and murmured into your ear, his voice a low, soothing hum, “I have you here with me, after all.”

And then Beel was pulling away from you. You had half the mind to chase after his touch, but you held back, knowing that perhaps now wasn’t the best time.

“Hold my jacket, please?” Beel asked. When you held your hands out, he shedded his jacket and gave it to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks, Pudding. I’ll be back soon. If anyone annoys you, just let me know. I’ll deal with them.”

“Okay.” As you followed Beel’s figure with your eyes, you pressed his jacket to your face, the traces of his remaining heat warming your face and the soft smell of laundry detergent filling your senses. With his back straight and his posture full of confidence, every inch of him was unyielding, commanding, demanding to be obeyed.

In that moment, you could see Beelzebub on a battlefield, blood darkening the streaks of his orange hair. A spear in hand, the silver of the blade dripping red and dampening the carmine tassel tied beneath the blade. Beelzebub tattered, tired, torn apart mentally—you could see it, you could see it all in your head because you knew he lived through a war before. You could see the blank look on his face, the agony tightening his throat, the truth of loss settling into his body—

“Your Grace,” Alastor said, his voice breaking you out of your reverie, “it may be safer if you stand over here against the wall.”

You broke away from Beel, who was now speaking with the recruits. Alastor stood slightly further away, off to the side next to a gray brick wall. Smiling, he waved you over.

Clutching Beel’s jacket closer to you, you hurriedly walked over to him. There was a slight embarrassment creeping up on you when you realized that Alastor probably saw you staring at Beel for who knows how long.

“I’m sorry,” you said, settling yourself against the wall when there was a respectable distance between you and Alastor. “I didn’t realize I was blocking the way.”

“Not at all, Your Grace.” Alastor laughed. For some reason, some of his mannerism reminded you of Barbatos. “Everyone knows that the new recruits are training today, so not many others will be around here. Since the recruits are allowed to use magic in their training, I am afraid that a stray spell might hit you if you stayed out in the open. If the noble families will have my head if their children complain about me, then General Beelzebub will ensure that I suffer for the rest of eternity if I allow you to get hurt.”

You hummed, hands fidgeting with the zipper of the jacket as you turned back to Beel, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting to find his silhouette. The balls of light were sparsely distributed across the entire field, emitting enough light that you could just barely make out the details. You supposed that the lights were just so that the demons weren’t training in complete darkness. Most demons have excellent night vision, after all. But for a human like you, you were glad the field wasn’t that big and that they weren’t that far out. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to see Beel tilting his head as he crossed his arm, the warm light whitening the orange strands of his hair.

“Maybe not for the rest of eternity,” you quipped with a smile, although there wasn’t much room to disagree.

There was something warm in hearing that Beel would raise hell to protect you. To know that there was someone out there that cared about you, someone that loved you, someone that considered you as family—a fluttery feeling coursed through your body, spreading out from your chest, and your heart was clenching in something that wasn’t pain but something similar enough that it hurt yet still felt so sweet.

“Your Grace is right. The general would destroy me instantly,” Alastor said, but you could hear the amusement in his voice.

It was then that you were able to clearly make out the voices on the field. You weren’t that far away in the first place, but when Beel first approached the recruits, you didn’t hear anything distinct at all.

“For honor?” Beel asked, his voice raising in disbelief. “What kind of honor could you be fighting for if you’re fighting in such a lackluster way? How honorable is it to fool around?”

“Fool around?” a demon scowled. He stood at the forefront of all the other soldiers who had gathered around Beel. On his chest was a rose crest, imprinted into his brown military uniform. “Do you think we are fooling around? Who are you to say that?”

Beel scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment. “Your footing is off. Too clumsy. You don’t put enough weight into your strikes, and your moves are too extravagant. Fighting with your body is not supposed to be flashy. This is the battlefield, where your lives are on the line, not some game where you show off. You don’t even have the basics down. Colonel Alastor is an excellent teacher and fighter. Haven’t you been listening to him?”

The demon with the rose crest growled, his hands bunching into fists at his sides. Another demon next to him crossed their arms and sneered.

“Are you mocking us? Why should we listen to a mere commoner?”

Next to you, Alastor sighed and rubbed at this forehead, seemingly more troubled than offended. You could see why. They were essentially spoiled brats who thought the worlds revolved around them.

The rest of the group also spoke up, their voices mixing into each other as they tried to announce their displeasure, but after listening for some time, Beel just simply raised a hand.

“Enough,” he said. Pure power, heavy and pulsing, rushed out from the word as it rumbled from his chest, the oppressive force pushing the recruits down. Some of them buckled under the pressure, while others tried their best to fight back against it, only to end up collapsing entirely. “This is the army. It doesn’t matter what family you’re from if you’re not strong enough.”

Even though you were farther away behind Beel, you still felt the residue power wash over you in waves. You shivered at the sensation, and the urge to make yourself appear smaller briefly crossed your mind. Out of the corner of your eye, Alastor shuddered but remained standing upright.

“Who are you to say that?!” a demon at the front gasped, a hand on their knee as they straightened themselves. “You’re not even wearing a military uniform or a tag! Do you even have the authority to be here?”

“That’s General Beezlebub to you.” Beel took a step forward and started stretching his arms, rotating them slowly. You knew him well enough to know that he was most definitely frowning from the tone of his voice, the ends of his lips curving downwards and his eyes narrowed, the dark purple glowing dangerously. “Although, from the sound of it, I doubt you would address me properly.”

“Beelzebub? I’ll have you know that I am the eldest son of the Duke of Rosales,” the demon huffed, smoothing out the rose crest on his chest, “and I have not heard of a Beelzebub from any noble family.”

Beelzebub snorted, switching to his other arm, and took another step forward. The recruits, despite their tough act, all took a collective step back.

“Son of Rosales,” Beel said, “since you’re so adamant about status, I’m sure you are well aware of those above you. Address me correctly then—it’s Prince Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.”

The son of Rosales gulped, his body stiffening against the warm lighting. In the silence following Beel's command, the whispered words—the non-sovereign prince, Beelzebub—hung loudly in the air.

This was a first for you. You’ve never really seen Beelzebub flaunt his status, nor have you really felt the weight of the ranking of prince until this moment, where the once prideful recruits were now cowering in part fear and part awe.

Pride blossomed in your chest. This was Beelzebub—your prince, your Beel, your lover.

“Why don’t you come and show me what it means to fight for honor?” Beel asked the demon with the rose crest. “I’ve never slacked off, not even after I took a break from the army. Every single day, I kept training because I knew why I was fighting. I fight to protect my family. Every moment of suffering will pay off in the form of my loved ones’ lives in the future.”

Beel readied himself, bringing both of his hands up close to his face, and said, “So, recruits. Show me your determination. In return, I will show you mine.”

The world faded around you as you watched Beel throw himself into fight after fight, often defeating the recruits within one or two moves. Despite appearing so burly, he possessed surprising agility. He seemed so limber as he evaded all of the punches and kicks thrown his way, almost like he was dancing.

The recruits that Beel struck down always made their way back up, like a switch had been turned on inside them. It must had been what he said earlier, the pure determination of his words inspiring the soldiers, as well as the natural instincts of a demon to respect the strong.

Beel turned around with a sweeping kick. You briefly saw his well defined abdomen as the shirt fluttered back into place. A dark tail aimed for his head, but he leaned backwards slightly to avoid it as it swept past, extremely close to brushing against the tip of his nose. As he did so, the white light warmed the outline of his body like a halo—illuminating.

Beelzebub was utterly enchanting—you couldn’t deny it at all. You didn’t want to, and you didn’t need to, because that was the truth, and the truth was all yours to appreciate. Watching him like this took your breath away.

A group of recruits jumped out of nowhere. They lunged at Beel’s back in a semicircular formation, their demon forms out, and you almost shouted out to warn Beel when, with barely a glance behind him, he slammed his foot into the ground. The force of it shattered the terrain into fragments. A wave of magic rushed out, colliding head-on with the soldiers, and it swept them away in a heap of tangled limbs. The recruits groaned in pain.

The residue of the magic electrified the air, crackling along the broken edges of the ground. You felt it sparking against your arms, the sensation of his magic a familiar feeling to you, yet it never failed to give you goosebumps.

“The battlefield doesn’t tolerate failure,” Beel said, swinging an arm behind him just in time to elbow a recruit right in the middle of their chest, knocking the breath out of them. “Failure means death.”

Perhaps you were too captivated by the sight of Beel displaying his prowess, but it was only when Alastor called out did you realize that a particularly huge but unstable spell was coming straight at you.

“Your Grace!”

You knew better. You really did. You didn’t survive this long in the Devildom for nothing. You had your fair share of experience in surviving dangerous spells, at closer distances than this, but as you watched the roaring flames come at you, you could only stay frozen in place, hands clutching Beel's jacket in your hands.

Vaguely, you heard Beel shout your name—the sound echoing in the air, echoing around you, echoing in your mind, matching the increasing tempo of your heart—then everything went dark.

The faint smell of leather and something that you instinctively recognized as belonging to Beel filled your nose. Strong arms wrapped around you, the embrace familiar yet also somewhat strange, and with a low buzzing sound in your ears, you also heard—no, you felt the desperate heartbeat.

Beelzebub.

Beel held you to him, so tightly to the point that you were crushed, your body completely melding with his. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, pressing you into him, and the other clasped your waist.

Beel was shaking.

Even though he was the one holding onto you, like you would disappear if he didn’t hold onto you hard enough, his body was trembling—in fear. Fear of you getting hurt, fear of losing you, fear of not being quick enough, of not being strong enough, of not being decisive enough to protect his family yet again. The debilitating terror that often accompanied his nightmares—you were all too familiar with it.

So you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the unsteady, nervous flapping of his wings, now understanding why you felt leather instead of skin, and you squeezed him back.

I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.

You gathered all the feelings bunched up in your chest and sent them through your pact bond, hoping he could feel that you were absolutely safe and unharmed. He shielded you, after all. From the ebbing magic on his body, you could tell that he teleported over to you. That was how he made it on time.

Beelzebub. I love you. I love you so much.

Beel slowly pulled back, his eyes a chaotic mixture of purple and magenta, and you noticed that he had indeed transformed into his demon form. But before you could say anything, he started running his hands all over you. Gentle but hurried fingers traced your face, down your throat, around your torso, all the way down to your feet. He inspected every part of you in a desperate frenzy.

“Beel,” you said, cupping his cheeks. “I’m safe. I didn’t even feel the heat. But are you hurt anywhere?”

Beel shook his head and went back to checking your body, but you patted his face, huffing. He stopped almost reluctantly, eyes meeting yours once again.

“I’m not hurt,” Beel said. “Alastor casted a barrier just in time.”

Something silver shimmered in the air behind Beel, barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for. Gratefulness flooded you. Beel might have thought it was fine to protect you with his body, but you didn’t want him to get hurt at all. If you had just reacted fast enough earlier… then Beel didn’t have to throw himself in front of you, and Alastor didn’t have to cover for you.

After the gratefulness came the guilt.

“You’re really not hurt anywhere?” Beel asked, but his eyes were already searching your body for any potential injuries. “Really, really?”

“Really, really,” you answered. “I’m really okay. I’m sorry though… I don’t know what came over me. I saw the spell coming at me, but I didn’t move at all. And I had to disrupt your training session because of it. I’m sorry.”

Beel visibly relaxed at your reassurance, his body no longer tensed up like before. “No, Pudding. Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault. I will stop everything to protect you,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Your mouth opened, cheeks warming as you tried to respond appropriately, but then, Beel blinked like he remembered something. He stepped away from you, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and turned to the recruits who had all stayed silent earlier.

“Who casted that spell?” Beel asked, a frigid aura surrounding him. You bet the recruits were in for a world of pain.

No one responded. The recruits remained in their positions, not daring to move.

Beel clicked his tongue. “Don’t make me repeat myself again. Who. Casted. That. Spell?”

When no one spoke, Beel didn’t bother again. He came back to your side and wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side as he reverted back to his human form.

“Colonel Alastor, increase the daily training by three. Send me a list of all recruits here today. I will be back at a later time to properly train them,” Beel said.

Colonel Alastor saluted. “Yes, general!”

Beel nodded and headed for the gate. You glanced at the recruits still frozen in place and Alastor who waved at you with a smile. You nudged Beel in the side.

“Are we leaving already?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, taking his jacket from you. “Thanks for holding my jacket, Pudding. Let’s go get some food. I’m starving.”

You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Are we resuming our date? After what had just happened?”

“They’re not important,” Beel said, and then he smiled at you, peppering kisses all over your face. “Let’s go back to our date.”

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, covering his mouth. “Let’s go.”

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missinghan · 3 years

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cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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