║sick of feeling used.║

          i’m putting this blog on a PERMANENT HIATUS.  this means that,  for all intents and purposes, i’m abandoning Panty,  and I want to explain why because i feel like it’s important,  so if you care,  click the read-more.

The confectioner was not one to cry, not in a way that was ever genuine, unless it was something very dear to her. This was one thing that could be just that if things didn’t change. She didn’t know who to call, but the first name that came up was what she chose. She didn’t even look at it, she just hit ‘call.’

Junko was frantic. All night long she’d been awake, searching her entire dorm, but he was nowhere to be found. Her beloved Monokuma. Her toy, what most saw. What she saw was a security blanket, something that kept her calm at night. She had to find someone to help her, she had to find someone to find Monokuma.

“Hey, hey, I need you, like, a-as soon as you can. Please. Please I need help- he’s missing. I need to find Monokuma.”

Sobs dotted her speech, and her words were fast and almost difficult to hear, especially over the phone. Was she being too loud? Probably, but she wouldn’t realize it.

Maybe Panty could help.

@prcfugus

     THE ANGEL WAS in the middle of a less-than-thrilling fuck when she heard her phone begin ringing - a perfect excuse to keep her from paying attention to the guy there with her, instead reaching over to her phone to glace at the caller ID, understandably surprised when the name that appeared was Junko’s - especially considering the time.

     THE immediate sound of sobbing only made her more curious about what was going on. After all, Junko had never seemed like the type to cry about anything, and she could already barely make out the other woman’s words between the noise in the room and her sobbing. The angel would sigh softly, shoving the guy off of her as she sat up. ( She was already certain she wasn’t going to come, anyways - it was starting to get boring. )

     SO she would get up, already beginning to locate her clothing, using somewhat vague gestures to let the guy know they were DEFINITELY done.

Of course she’d say that. He knew it was coming, from the moment he opened his mouth. Still, it was a secondary plan on a night where they initially only had the one. Something to fall back on was never a bad thing. Though, given the primary course of action they decided on tonight, there was a challenge in figuring out which was more risky. What was certain – both plans were guaranteed to make for a good story, if they decided to tell her sister about it.

“Yeah, guess we’ll see…”

For the time being, he’d directed them both to their chosen destination. Supplies were checked and re-checked to ensure they were in order, and the vibe of mischief was running high in him by the time the car had stopped again. Higher, even, than the urge to get his hands on Panty. When he stepped out into the nighttime air again, the abandoned building loomed in front of him, as if issuing the trouble making biker and his sultry partner a challenge.

     SHE WOULDN’T SO much as wait as she slid her hand into his own, pulling him along after her and up to the gate, the angel looking towards him expectantly, a mischievous grin on her lips as she looked back to the lock, letting his hand go for a moment as she tugged lightly on the padlock, looped onto the gate with a length of chain.

“ You got those bolt cutters ready? ”

“Eagles like this aren’t easy to find, or to train.” Venix agreed, taking Skira back. She was a good bird, but even the most tame of eagles can be temperamental with people they aren’t used to. “You know. I hope that we can make this work.” He said. “I mean me being your guard. I’d rather be on good terms instead of at each others throats.”

     SHE DIDN’T NECESSARILY want it not to work out. Rather, she was even more inclined to make it work, considering he could so easily make her life a living Hell. He could theoretically keep her so incredibly locked down that she might never get to have fun again, and that would absolutely be an issue. Especially so with her tenancy to sneak out at night. So perhaps she could work something out with him, if only in her own better interest. Besides, she didn’t necessarily hate the idea of having somebody there to do her bidding.

     ONCE HIS PANTS were off, she would straddle his waist, beginning to gently grind back against his own, pulling away from the deep kiss as she pulled the nightgown she wore up, tossing it to the side before returning her attention to him. She’d roll her hips back against him, the only things left between them their underwear, thin enough that she could swear she felt his heat through them - something that was only turning her on even more.

“Ah, I see. So you and Stocking are sisters then?” She asked once she learned the other name. “Well, I was told by some anonymous person. They mentioned some angels who fight with weapons made from clothing items. Are you like two angels fighting to keep peace on Earth or something?”

     THE ANGEL NODDED in agreement, though the other was still just a little off. What she and Stocking fought for wasn’t necessarily peace. Instead, they were more in charge of ghosts, which she figured was still working towards it one way or another.

write on.

     THE ANGEL WOULD shiver slightly as she felt the tip of the marker against her skin, the sensation slightly foreign as she looked down at what the other was writing, legs crossed as she faced the other on the couch, idly watching dark lines appear against pale skin. It felt sort of nice - especially the Ryuko seemed to be so calm, barely holding her arm to keep it still.

     REALLY, she wouldn’t have minded if Ryuko kept drawing forever. It was somehow relaxing, watching lines that didn’t seem to form anything in particular appear against her skin. She couldn’t keep that slight smile off her lips as she watched, only to soon lean in to press a soft kiss to the other woman’s cheek before she leaned back again.

He hated to be in the sidelines watching how Panty fought ghosts. It always caused him pain to see her injured; even the possibility stinged his heart. But hoped that she would be careful like always. She was strong, wasn’t she? He had nothing to worry about…

…Or so he believed as he saw how the spirit swatted her gun away from her, rendering her weaponless for the moment. She had strength to fend off from the ghost, but the spirit could only be harmed with holy weapons. Brief noticed the lacy panties were far away from her reach, and she could barely keep the beast from harming her, less having a chance to retrieve them. He had no choice. Even if he had told those words before, he still loved her.

Without wasting another second, the male quickly ran towards them, heading directly to her panties. The spirit’s gaze left its prey to focus on the one that dashed towards the lingerie, taking one of his arms from the angel so he could prepare a vicious attack. 

As soon as Brief had reached for the clothing, the ghost’s arms swung towards him viciously. Brief had no other choice but to throw the underwear back to the angel before he was hit, hoping that it would reach her. He couldn’t see if he managed to, as the arm sent him flying in the air several meters until falling down the groun unconscious.

     PANTY WOULD MANAGE to grab the cloth, immediately transforming it back into her signature blue and white pistol, silently thanking God that he was there to help her out. She wouldn’t hesitate to start shooting again. This time, she would manage to hit it in the eye, a perfect hit, making the ghost explode over her, angel looking away to try to keep dust from getting into her eyes.

     ONCE the smoke dissipated, she’d finally stand, dusting herself off and assessing the slight scratches in her skin. But then she’d see Brief as he lay on the ground, unconscious as far as she could tell. She’d move towards him, nudging him in the side with the toe of her heel, receiving no reaction and briefly considering walking away. But he’d helped her - saved her from something that had the potential to become rather ugly - and she really did owe him one. 

     SO she’d kneel down, balancing herself as the backs of her thighs pressed to her calves, reaching out to gently shake him a little bit, hoping he wasn’t hurt enough that he was in any actual danger. Sure, he was being a complete dipshit, but he didn’t necessarily deserve to die because of it.

Ryuko didn’t really do hard weight lifting, but cardio seemed to be doing the trick to getting a decent workout. Push ups, jumping jacks, running, and everything in between. The woman’s hair pulled back away from her face as sweat beaded down her forehead. She hadn’t expected the blonde at the park. A hand reached out to grab her rag to wipe her forehead as she smiled a bit at the other.

“Hey… I wasn’t expectin’ t’ see ya here. Are ya followin’ me or somethin’?”

     SHE DEFINITELY WASN’T following anyone. In fact, if anything, she was trying to get away from someone, having had the misfortune of having to deal with a particularly angry call at five-thirty in the morning, and after what must have been an hour of trying to talk her “ manager ” ( the word pimp really did sound just a little too harsh ) down from a metaphorical ledge she’d decided that she would rather be anywhere other than the dingy little apartment she called home. After all, she definitely didn’t want to be there to inevitably collect his cut of her earnings, though some remained safely stashed away in the pocket of the jacket she wore - a secret she kept from him.

     AFTER all, she wasn’t stupid. She knew basic math - though it would seem he didn’t by the way he always seemed to be happy to take more than she owed him. Not that she’d spoken up yet. If she did she’d be on her own completely - nowhere to live, only a couple dollars to her name. Perhaps hospital bills if he was angry enough at her. It was why she cared so much about that little extra cash - part of her slowly growing fund to get herself the fuck out as soon as possible.

     BUT she couldn’t tell any of that to Ryuko, instead forcing worry down in favor of offering the other woman a slight smile and a laugh. Right. At least she had her - not that she’d ever even consider asking her to help unravel her own stupid mistakes. Besides, Ryuko was the only person she talked to who didn’t know much ( if anything ) about what happened once the sun went down. Or, at the very least, the only person who didn’t know that she was involved in it. It was refreshing, and she didn’t want to lose her just because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.