Hey guys!
After this fic ends, I think I wanna make a Danganronpa fanfic. I know it won't get good clicks here, but I'll prolly post it here and on AO3. I tried to make one before but that crashed and burned, but I think I have enough in me to write a half-decent murder mystery about 5 times. It'll also help me improve my skills in actual character writing.
Speaking of which, I wanted to ask you guys, am I a good writer? I think I'm a little bit above average but then I read some genuinely horrible shit and I feel like I'm Socretes, so I wanted to ask my audience both on AO3 and QQ my goods and bad's.
Also this chapter has some smut, so if you aren't comfortable with that, it starts end ends with as so: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐so just skip to the second set of them.
Ok enough talking, enjoy the show!
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Becoming an Archfiend was capital C, cool.
The first thing that I noticed was that my physical strength was somehow even better than before. At this point, I couldn't keep making weights for myself, but I am pretty damn confident that I could lift up a whole building and toy with it in the air like it was straight up nothing. Hell, right now, I'm outside without a shirt just doing one-fingered one-handed pushups without even breaking a sweat.
My strength wasn't the only thing upgraded, however, as my innate powers as an Overlord also got a helluva lot better. My Roaring Knight armor stayed relatively the same, but I could now not only give it to other people, but also coat an item with the armor and make it stronger ala my armament haki.
My familiar summons also got stronger in the sense that I think I can make more if I really wanted to, I just don't know what I would make. I made Monokuma and Jevil on a whim because I wanted a funny thing to send a little message when I blew Vox's news studio up, but I never actually expected them to become part of my kit.
Though, if you really thought about it, they did fit in with my knight theming. Jevil was the jester obviously, and Monokuma was the pawn, weak, but bountiful manyfold. If I really wanted to play into the medieval stuff, then I'd probably need a bishop and a rook and I've been thinking about those two for a little bit now.
I'm not sure on who I should summon yet, but I had a few ideas. For my bishop, I think Ainz Ool Gown would be pretty cool since he's a mage and all, but I don't think that he'd have anywhere near the same amount of power in the anime. I mean, he literally had a "fuck you nigga, I win" spell that he could use at any time.
For my rook, I had 2 ideas: Mahoraga and Kratos. Like I said before, I don't know if my familiars would have the same amount of power they have in their respective series considering Jevil doesn't launch cards and Monokuma doesn't kill teenagers, but I would rather have them than not.
Can you imagine how cool it would be to legit summon Mahoraga or have the Ghost of Sparta appear behind you to fight for you? I think I'd be eviscerated on the spot from the sheer aura alone.
However, being an Archfiend apparently isn't the sunshines and rainbows one might think it is. For starters, for lack of better words I am much more sinful than before.
I don't think of myself as a prideful person, but I feel almost compelled to accept whatever challenge that's thrown my way. Just last week, Daki chided me on not being a "real anime-head like her" while the me before would've just dismissed her as a rage-baiter who's larping anime, the me as of now couldn't tolerate that level of disrespect.
No joke, I spent like 3 hours talking about Jojo's, Dragon Ball Z (which is actually Daki's first and favorite anime, being the one that made her get into the medium in the first place) Naruto and even Bleach.
I'm also horny…
I mean that in both ways.
Starting off, I've literally grown horns on my head. They're about 4 inches long and curved a bit, but something weird I can do is that I can make them flaccid. Whenever I want to, I can make them blend into my head as some floppy pieces of skin or make them as hard as a rock and able to easily go through bricks and steel, trust me I tested.
And the other meaning… Well--
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PLAP PLAP PLAP~
I let out a breathy moan, pounding Niffty's guts in with my thick cock with every thrust. I felt her thick fucking thighs wrap around me, leg-lockign em while she was off her rocker from the pleasure.
I can't believe it, it's almost like she wants me to put a baby in her, it's almost like she wants me to breed her like some kind of cow. Well, if that's what she wants then that's what she's gonna fucking get, I'll tell you that!
My thrusts only sped up, Niffty damn near not being able to say anything and only speaking in garbled moans while I fucked her. I leaned down, silencing her with a kiss before speeding up, impaling her wet pussy on my cock while her thighs could only quiver in response, loosening their grasp on me, yet I didn't change a beat.
I was getting close, I mean, I had been pounding her for a good 25 minutes now and I've yet to cum yet, so I know that I'm gonna give her a nice and warm creampie when I finally do. Luckily for me, her pussy was already gushing, each thrust coaxing out more juices until I couldn't hold it in anymore, closing my eyes and grunting in her mouth before I—
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Yeah, I'm down bad as hell. Something just amazing that I've found out about myself is that I need to bust a nut about thrice a day or else I'm just gonna be a cranky piece of work for the rest of the day. It's gotten to the point that I just go to the bathroom to jerk it since I don't wanna jabber Niffty for sex all the time, especially since it takes like 30 minutes for me to nut anyway.
It's gotten to the point where I think I'm genuinely considering Niffty's offer about having other people in our relationship. I know that I have a whole trait that helped with stuff like this, but in a way it still felt a little like cheating on her.
Man I dunno, I wanna talk about something else.
Something that I've been really hyped about would be B2A and the fact that it actually evolved a little bit. Although I can tell it's still on the verge of requiem, me becoming an Archfiend actually made it develop a secondary stand like Killer Queen and Sheer Heart Attack.
I called it TRSS (The Real Slim Shady) and it actually was like a booster to B2A rather than a separate thing like Sheer Heart Attack. It manifested as a pair of knuckle dusters and while I used B2A I had the option to put a trait into the knuckle dusters in exchange for B2A being deactivated for a few minutes, but when I used it again I could keep the universe I got the trait from and a trait that I could actively choose.
Say I got the Cars movie as a roll somehow and got something shitty as a trait, I could put that trait into the dusters and then be able to choose a specific trait after a couple minutes. What's even better is that the knuckle dusters can use the trait as well, making me punch faster if I got Lightning McQueen's speed for example.
Speaking of stands, something just amazing is happening: the arrow is acting up. Now I already knew that it was never a good idea to have a literal arrow inside of your body constantly, but recently it feels like it's been moving around somehow and just hurts man.
I would've continued thinking, but unfortunately I was interrupted in my musings and workout by a literal giant hand coming from the hotel and grabbing me, pulling me inside. I was gonna protest, but at this point, I knew that it was just Charlie, but I didn't know why in the world she was doing whatever this was.
In only a few seconds, everyone was in the living room on the couch. Niffty, Daki and Angel Dust seemed to also be delivered by similar hands and put on the couch with me, however, Charlie was the only one not on the couch but also seemed a lot more…Geeked than usual.
Her hair was a mess, she had some crazy eye-bags and an almost manic glint in her eyes along with a weird smile. What the hell could've got her like this? She hasn't even said anything either, she's just standing there looking at all of us.
"Uhhh, fuck's going on, Charlie?" Angel Dust asked, echoing my thoughts and being just as weirded out.
"GREAT question Angel Dust." She exclaimed, being much louder than I think she thought she was being. "I was just stressing out last night over why nobody has gotten redeemed even though it's been like 3 months and the exeterminations are also in three months and I gotta go to a stupid weddingtomorrowandIreallydon'twannagoit'ssodamnstupidIdon'twannaIdon'twanaIdon'twanan–"
She descended into mumbling after talking so fast before stopping herself, perking back up and looking at us. "Anyway, I was up all night brainstorming ways to have us try and get along better so you guys could go to heaven and I came up with an obvious conclusion:"
She extended her hands out and clapped twice, the whole room going dark for a moment before the lights came back on to reveal a whole basketball court in front of all of us while we were all dressed in jerseys somehow, including Charlie. Speaking of Charlie, she seemed to be much more refreshed, actually looking like a normal member of society instead of a high-functioning zombie larping as a human.
"2V2 basketball!" She exclaimed with a smile, snapping her fingers and making a cup of straws appear right beside her while floating. "We'll all draw straws and whoever gets the shortest is the referee for the round."
Given that none of us probably had anything better to do, we all drew straws at the same time, Charlie getting the shortest. "How are we gonna decide teams?" Daki asked, only for Charlie to summon a coin in her hand.
"Heads you're with Angel Dust, tails you're with James, and landing on the side means you're with Nifty." She said before tossing it up. Wait a minute, why in the world would landing on its side be an option, that's like a 1 in a 6000 chance or something–
… It landed on its fucking side
"Uggghhhhh." Angel Dust groaned out. "Can I get another partner? The Knight is like 4 feet tall and he's white."
"Okay, 1. Ow, 2. I'm a respectable 5'6, and 3. I'm not white."
"You aren't?"
"...Angel Dust, I am literally pitch-black and I've said nigga around you before."
"I just thought you were racist when you were alive."
"Why the hell did you just assume I was racist!?"
"You have a racist voice."
"What the fuck does that even mean, Angel Dust!?"
I could've gone back and forth all day, but Charlie not so subtly coughed into her hand, trying to signal to us to break it up and get on the court.
Let's play some ball I guess.
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THE END
Yeah, this chapter was mostly just exposition and filler to be honest. The next chapter's also gonna be filler since I'd say we're only 2 mini-arcs away from completing the first big arc of the fic, if I had to say, we're about 15 chapters away from the end of this specific arc.
Ok bbbyyyyeeeeee!!