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takerfoxx · 6 days

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Okay, finished up season 1 of Chaos Theory. And as you might imagine, I have THOUGHTS!

Non-spoiler review: it's really good.

Spoiler review...

Damn.

Like, this was actually great. Sure, I clown on the Jurassic World movies for being shit and have done so for nearly a decade now, but if this is the sort of content that spins off from them, then by all means, keep making those shitty movies. Of course it's not perfect, there's things to nitpick, but that's true of just about everything.

Okay, lots to talk about, so let's go into things bit by bit. Starting with...

Brooklynn!

Yeah, of course she's not dead. Like, did anyone honestly think that there was the slightest possibility that they would actually kill off one of the campers like that? As soon as I heard "Brooklynn's dead," my thought was, "Lol, no she isn't. She'll be dramatically revealed to be still alive in the final scene." And wouldn't just know it!

Still, there is a lot to discuss with her. We all know that she isn't really working for Mantah Corp or the Broker (more on them later), and is probably doing her investigative journalist thing to try to bring down the dino black market thing from inside, and was prodding Daniel Kon for information, and all that jazz. I imagine that this will get expanded on in the next season. However, I didn't see her losing a hand coming. So, she didn't deliberately fake her death. I guess she barely got away after the Allosaur or maybe the raptors bit her hand off and Ronnie found her and rescued her, and now she's in hiding.

However, just because she's not dead doesn't mean that she didn't die. And by that I mean her friends (and I presume family) all genuinely believe that she really did die, and have had to deal with the grief and trauma and try to process it in their own ways.

And honestly, that's what I loved the most about this season, how frankly and maturely it tackles the topic of grief and trauma. It's clear that everyone was deeply affected by losing Brooklynn, and I love how seriously this show takes things.

Darius.

Starting with our man, Darius is very much not okay. Well, none of them are, but he's definitely taking the atoner route to dealing with his grief. He feels immense guilt for not being there for her and blames himself for her death, so he quits his job and throws himself into hunting down the Allosaur as a way of redemption. He doesn't talk to his family unless they actually manage to get him on the phone, he doesn't talk to the other campers, but he does call Brooklynn's cell phone on the regular just to hear her voice as a way of coping. Like, usually the leader-type main character is supposed to be the one with his shit together, so I love that the show allowed him to be shown in such a vulnerable state.

Ben

Goddamn, Big Ben is right. Talk about the shooting up like a fucking palm tree.

Anyway, it's fitting that the boy who was raised to fear everything would transfer fall deep into paranoia and conspiracy theories as his own way of coping. Like, sure, he overcame the fears he had at the start of Camp Cretaceous, but that sort of ingrained behavior doesn't go away. And sure, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that they aren't out to get you, and he is right, but the show also take time to show that it is still an unhealthy way of coping, with him jumping at shadows and being convinced that everyone is in on the conspiracy, even going so far as to suspect Sammy.

As for the girlfriend in Europe thing, this might be just a set-up for a joke where she get revealed as being real (maybe the ship will take them to her or something), but a lot of people are justifiably calling bullshit (notice that we never get any details about her?), and, like in the last show, suspecting that he's actually gay. And yeah, I definitely see it too, and wouldn't be surprised. That being said, part of me is actually kind of, sort of hoping that we get Ace Ben instead.

Look, as someone on the aro-spectrum (not exactly ace, but it is related) and has sarcastically made up girlfriends in the past just to get my family to get off of my back, it would be nice to have some more characters like that, though I do see how that would be harder to portray than someone who's gay.

Okay, moving on.

Kenji

It's funny that a character that I was actively hoping would get eaten when I first started Camp Cretaceous because of what an annoying douche he was has now evolved into my favorite. Hmmm, someone with father issues who struggles with resentment and feelings of betrayal. I wonder why I empathize?

It's obvious that despite breaking free from Daniel, Kenji still feels the need to prove himself to him, even in a negative way, hence the whole rock climbing business. And honestly, I don't blame him for being mad at Darius. And you know what? I'm so glad that the show made it so he was the one who broke up with Brooklynn and not the other way around. Teen dramas like this usually have one character who's the designated "wrong one" who has to learn the lesson over and over again, and given that he started off as an arrogant jerk who needed to be humbled, it would have been easy to lock him in that roll, but no, he was allowed to fully mature and become sort of the moral voice of the group, with Brooklynn being the one who let him down. Granted, she was probably preoccupied with her dino smuggling investigation, but even so, I'm glad that they didn't do the lazy thing and have Kenji be the one who's always wrong.

And dear God, that scene after Daniel's death where he just breaks down on the side of the road? Magnificent. In...a really tragic sort of way. Like, what a naked expression of grief. He knew that his father was a terrible person who he tried so hard to escape from, but that didn't change the fact that it was his father, who he spent his entire childhood looking up to!

Now, about the love triangle thing between him, Darius, and Brooklynn, I admit I'm not too hot on that, mainly because I hate love triangles. But it does sort of make sense for Darius to develop feelings for Brooklynn, and she and Kenji had been broken up already, and it's an interesting take to have the person that the other two desire actually be "dead" already, so instead of them competing over her, it's more about these two friends who fell apart coming to terms with their very complicated feelings regarding her and each other. It's a fresh take on a tired cliche.

Sammy

If Darius is guilt-ridden, Ben paranoid, and Kenji resentful, Sammy is in straight-up denial, relying on toxic positivity and endless distractions to keep herself from falling apart. Her abandonment issues are in full force, not only with Brooklynn's death, but also growing apart from Yaz and not knowing why, and I also noted that her parents are nowhere to be seen. It may be nothing, but a queer girl in rural Texas? You kind of know how that tends to go. She is someone who will go to great, sometimes morally ambiguous lengths to keep her family together, but now it's falling apart around her, and she feels helpless to do anything about it.

Yazmina

Leave it to Yaz to be the one to say, "Hey, I'm heavily traumatized! I'm going to get therapy!" And you know what? Another thing I really like about this show is that it goes more into depth on what the world would be like if dinosaurs are suddenly on the loose everywhere, even more than Dominion did. Like, there's one blocking a gas station. There's a shitty Tiger King tourist trap with poorly taken care of dinosaurs. And there's a therapy compound for people traumatized by dinosaurs.

And Yaz, someone who really struggles with fear and self-esteem, is not only there for her own sake, but also working on projects to help others with the hologram thingie. I guess her injuries on the island meant that running wasn't really feasible anymore, so she found a new calling.

As for her and Sammy, okay, I am so glad that they didn't drag out the issues between them and instead got the fight out early. And I love how it was handled. Like, neither of them were really the bad guy or the innocent one, they both made mistakes but had understandable reasons for making them. Like, Sammy can be a bit...much, and after losing Brooklynn, it makes sense that she would get really clingy and smothering, which Yasmina did not need. But by the same token, she did sort of cut Sammy out of her life and left her to spiral. It's a very human approach to them having relationship problems.

Bumpy

Okay, just putting this here because Bumpy is best girl, and she now is a mother. Lol. We're definitely getting baby Speckles in a season or two. But do my eyes deceive me, or was Speckles one of the eggs that Jensen had?

The Atricoraptor Handler

Okay, I really want to talk about her, because, my queen!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's meant to be creepy and threatening. Uncanny valley, never blinks, never speaks above a whisper, heartless killer, I get it. She's a bad guy.

I still love her.

Why? Well, I know it's not exactly a deliberate or positive take, but they kind of, sort of ended up with an autistic-coded character who loves raptors. I can't help but connect.

But yeah, most of show, I was scared of her like everyone else. She's just so...off, and so intimidating. But then we get to that last scene, when she's about to sic her raptors on the campers again, only to notice how injured and fatigued they are, and instead decides to call off the attack for their sake (the raptors, I mean. Not the campers), and even comforts the one closest to her. And that's when she won me over.

Look, as much as I love JP, it really rankles me how the raptors always seem to become disposable mooks. I love raptors, and feel that they deserve more. Like, does no one remember the raptor nest scene from the original book? All the other dinosaurs often get sympathetic portrayals, even the carnivores, so why are raptors, which canonically are intelligent creatures with complex family units, often just end up as serial killers with claws to be exterminated? As much as I bash the JW movies, the one thing I do love is Blue, and even she had her siblings all wiped out!

So, throughout the finale, I knew the campers would be okay, but I kept saying, "Don't kill the raptors. You're gonna kill the raptors, aren't you? Please don't kill the raptors." And then it looked like the Rex did kill them, and I rolled my eyes. Here we go again.

But then they turn up alive and the Handler just shows them that sort of affection? My QUEEN! Yes!

Yes, I know she's still evil, but no one else is doing it!

Now, is she a raptor/dinosaur hybrid? A robot? Just sort of like that? I'm hoping that she's just a weird human who raises raptors, but a human/dinosaur hybrid has nearly popped up in the scripts, and human clones are canon, so who knows?

The Broker

Let's face it: the Broker is probably either Dodgson or someone who works for him. We finally got him in the final season of Camp Cretaceous, and since this show takes place right before Dominion, it makes sense that BioSyn would be behind everything. It's the only established character that makes sense.

Though, hey, wouldn't it be crazy if it ended up being Ian Malcolm as part of his cover? Ain't gonna happen, of course. But it would be really funny.

So yeah, really good show, ranks up there on the list of my favorite JP things, can't wait for the next season.

#jurassic park #jurassic world #camp cretaceous #chaos theory #darius bowman #ben pincus #kenji kon #sammy gutierrez #yasmina fadoula #brooklynn #atrociraptor handler #review #chaos theory spoilers

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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OK, finally writing out my thoughts for ep9 (cause MAN AM I EMOTIONALLY DRAINED RN 😭)

Honestly this is gonna be more of a character deep dive of how they’re all functioning post ep8 but HERE WE GO

(spoilers under the cut)

First off, oh. my. god.

I’ve seen some people saying that episode was filler and to that I say WHERE. Did you see all that character development??? Like yes we didn’t get a big Empire plot or anything but like??? Hello???

This episode was SO important for so many reasons:

First off, Echo is gONE AAAAAA 😭😭😭 Was i devastated? yeah, maybe, a little bit, but i was fully expecting this episode to just brush past that and it DIDN’T.

I feel like much of the time Echo seemed almost unnecessary (stick with me here). You have this elite clone squad with all these enhancements and skills, so what are they gonna do with this fifth member? This always felt like a theme for me, especially in fics, that Echo would feel like an extra and struggle to find his place in the squad (Which isn’t true, he’s very necessary, but until now that’s been hard to see).

After Crosshair leaves, it changes a bit. The Batch is used to working with only four members, so although losing Crosshair obviously shook them, they held together (in part because they had to focus on Omega and other things). So here, Echo can step in and fill Crosshairs role somewhat as lookout or copilot or whatever, and he always backs up the others in their roles as well.

Echo is a good friend to Wrecker, able to joke around in ways Hunter (as the leader) and Tech (just not jokey in that way) can’t. He’s there for Hunter as Corporal; second in command and just generally another leading figure (like in season one when Hunter is captured and he leads the Batch through Kamino). Echo backs Tech up in pretty much every way, like just generally knowing what Tech is talking about and how to help (copiloting, ship maintenance, brother handling, etc). And of course, Echo is so so good with Omega. He teaches her to use her bow, he knows how to be a bit more disciplined than Hunter while still being super attentive and sweet, he is simply Mom™️.

And then he leaves.

Not gonna get too deep into that because we all know his reasoning, but while I expected this episode to focus on the Batch working without him, I didn’t expect them to show us how they struggle once he’s gone. Because holy shit they do.

Obviously, Omega is most noticeably affected. She’s struggling with a part of her family, someone she never wanted to think of leaving, being gone now. But the others are struggling too, and that’s only making things worse. Wrecker and Tech are fighting, which although she’s somewhat used to that, this time they’re not stopping. Hunter isn’t doing anything about it either, and none of them are saying anything about Echo being gone. She’s thrown off, no one is acting like themselves (because they’re missing Echo too although she can’t see it yet), and oh right, THEY JUST LOST THE MARAUDER.

But now for the others.

The minute they stepped off the Marauder in this episode, they felt wrong. And none of them really mentioned it or outwardly showed it that much, but they missed Echo too.

Wrecker was off. He’s stuck with just Hunter, Tech and Omega now, and he’s being affected by all their emotions. In the past, Crosshair was who he could joke around with, a role Echo filled afterwards. Now, Hunter and Tech just don’t fill that role, and while Omega might normally, right now she’s definitely not feeling up to it. He’s sensing the tension there, and everyone’s emotions are just setting him on edge, so he’s getting rowdier, more argumentative. He doesn’t mean to be, but he’s upset and he’s struggling.

Next, Hunter is doing what he always does: trying to move on. He’s not ignoring it per se, and I’m not the best at understanding Hunter, but it seems like he’s just trying to keep the team going. And again, it’s more of a challenge without Echo. The fights that used to spark up, Echo would help handle. Or better yet, they wouldn’t be real fights because Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t be so on edge. Hunter is struggling to keep them on track without him, especially with so many other factors at play (Omega being upset, new dangerous mission from Cid, Marauder is gone, how much more can go wrong wait no Mr Filoni please don’t answer that).

And of course, Tech misses Echo. Yeah, he seems really cold and uncaring in this episode at first glance, but OMG that is the furthest from the truth. I honestly think Tech is struggling the most without Echo to fill in that fourth role. Tech always tends to want everything working smoothly, and without the help of a fourth member, Tech is really stretching himself in order to accommodate. And on top of that, he just really misses Echo. When Omega tries to call Echo, Tech immediately knows he won’t respond because his comms are off. And why might he know that?? Well to me it seems like Tech already tried calling him, probably long before Omega did 🥲

Tech in this episode is just at the end of his rope. He’s way less lenient than he might normally be with Echo around, because now he feels like it’s on him to almost be that “second in command”. Normally, Tech can just focus on his work and let the others handle themselves/each other. So when Wrecker drops the case in this episode, normally Tech would trust him to have it handled, and they’d all move on. Instead, Tech takes the case himself. To me this is pretty familiar cause ahem autism, which is a very fitting trait for Mr “I process things differently but I still feel just as much” Tech to have. I struggle to let people get things wrong, and at this point, on edge and pushing himself too hard, Tech is so over it that he decides the only way to get it done is to do it himself.

Edit cause damnit tumblr didn’t save for some reason but basically up until now, we haven’t truly seen how much Echo does for this squad. Yes obviously we’ve seen that they all love and appreciate him, but now that he’s gone we’re truly seeing how important he is, and I just think that’s so so good to see!!! He’s not just the Mom that keeps them from fighting, he’s also just a genuinely necessary and important member with his own role in keeping this squad together.

Basically, ECHO YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE RN I STG—

(no but really, they genuinely do need him 🥲)

So yes, Echo left and the Batch needs Mom back. But it’s not just because Echo was the responsible one with brain cells (although thats also true), it’s also because he is genuinely a necessary part of this group, not just an honorary member to fill in space for Crosshair. We saw in this episode what happens when you take him out of the equation, and it was bad. That right there made just me happy because despite him being gone, it was very clear that nothing would just be “fine” without him, and the batch needs him way more than he probably thinks 🥲🥲🥲

Ok uh I didn’t mean for that to be so long bUT LISTEN, I just think there was so much to that episode and I could talk abt it for HOURS, THEY NEED THEIR BROTHERRRR

#feel free to add on to this!!! i want to hear y’all’s opinionsssss #tbb spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #sw tbb #tbb s2 #tbb echo #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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admirableadmiranda · 1 year

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I am clueless in reading between lines or seeing from an outside perspective when reading. So I really appreciate people who writes metas, and let me tell you, learning about Jiang Cheng changed my life. Actually, when I read SVSSS, I didn't know that SY was actually in denial the whole time before chapter 82 hit me in the face. He had to say it directly for me to realised that he actually loves LBH. I thought he just treasure him very much. I didn't know very much about SVSSS before reading it so I didn't know the pairing, but in MDZS, after finishing both SVSSS and TGCF, I kinda knew that WWX and LWJ is the main pairing. So I didn't notice the signs of internalizes homophobia. I've been reading fics of MDZS even before finishing the whole thing. But when I encountered a fic that has a tag in the lines of JC being homophobic, I was surprised. So I searched it up on Tumblr (best site for reading metas gosh there's so much people here who write good shit). I feel like I've been slapped to my face. Now I can't read fics with him the same way again. I have no particular feeling against JC, in fact, I had hoped for him and WWX to reconcile after finishing it. I had nothing against XiCheng, I did enjoy a couple of fics before but after reading character analysis about him, and reading JC being such a soft character and encouraging WWX and LWJ relationship while being with LXC... I just quietly press the back button, shut my phone, put it down, lay on my side and contemplate life.

Although I can read fics about them if there's like an outside force causing for JC's top level inferiority complex and overall antics to acceptable level. I can't enjoy fics with him being so OOC and not atleast one thing about him staying true.

I can understand that sort of difficulty with looking at metas and then coming back to fics that you were enjoying and just no longer being able to stomach them. There were fics that I really liked that after I shook myself from the JC stan haze that tried to convince me that he didn't do the things he did and wasn't the character he was, that I could no longer go back to. Certainly the reconciliation fics became impossible to read, especially as so many of them now throw the blame on their relationship falling apart solely at Wei Wuxian's feet and make him beg and plead for Jiang Cheng to forgive him, ignoring or flat out lying about the things that Jiang Cheng did as well.

I can still enjoy myself a softer Jiang Cheng in fics too, though! But for me, it has to be modern au where he's not in the same position of power. Part of what makes it really difficult to enjoy that in canon outside of all the Terrible Actions is that for him, there are little to no repercussions for what he chooses to do. Who's going to hold him accountable in a way that actually stops him? He's the leader of one of the Four Great Clans. In the world of MDZS, there is no one above him to stop him. In a modern au where he's just a grump though, none of those dynamics are there and I can enjoy him just fine as long as he's not aggressively homophobic and having it cooed over in the process.

I hope you continue to have a good time and find your own comfort metrics for the fics you want to read, anon. This is such a wide fandom, I'm sure that there will be plenty of chances for you to find stuff you adore.

#mdzs #canon jiang cheng #asks #anon #anon asks

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my-makeshift-masquerade · 1 year

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It All Comes Back to Haunt You (Part 3)

@glitchysquidd

(I am sorry, but the next chapter of Into the Breach will come next I swear… This will highlight some obvious plot-holes, include more characters, and other things… Aight let’s make shit hit the fucking fan.)

It was the first shift for her since Tim and Samantha hired her on. Rebecca was too worried to focus on work right now. Henry and Micheal had been…too okay…with the concept of her father being here. They were quiet. They were planning something, but what? Obviously the fire thing never happened, because she pointed out other innocent people were probably going to be in the building, but what else could they be thinking—

“Hey, kid, can I talk to you for a sec?”

The employee she had become fast friends with snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Sure, uh…” The teen mumbled, “Where’s Dave?”

“Uh. Fucking around somewhere, I dunno.”

“Okay…? W-what do you want to tal—“

“So… You are Rebecca Afton, right?”

She was taken aback by the question, but nodded slowly. It was a bad idea to trust this person with such information, but after keeping quiet for so long, Rebecca’s need for connection outweighed her sense of self preservation by a hair.

“I was up last night thinking, reviewing the true crime podcast… It just doesn’t line up.” Her coworker paused, “Not that I think you’re lying or anything since you look just like the kid they showed but…”

“Y-Yes…?” She was becoming more fearful with every second of silence.

“Your dad tried to kill you in like…1986… It’s 2023…” They stopped for a moment to double check their head math, “Forget calculating your actual age. You should be way older. How the hell do you look so…so…young?”

That was a very fair question, and she was honestly surprised how long it took even her father to do the fucking math here. He clearly knew what year it was, yet he didn’t comment on her supernaturally youthful appearance at all. Rebecca figured it wasn’t a detail he was analyzing right now. She realized she could only shrug in response to the inquiry…

“Yeah, I…I have no idea why I seem to be aging so…slowly…” The young looking woman admitted, “I was hoping to ask Charlie, but it is taking me a while to fix—“

“Who?”

“Oh, uh… Charlotte. She’s Henry Emily’s daughter… like the ring leader of the ghosts.” Rebecca said this far too casually, mixing flavoring into her water, “Yeah, she’s chill… Just—understandably protective of the others…”

“Sure, right… Then also… What happened to your dad? Do you even know?” Her coworker frowned, “Dave is in the springlock suit now so clearly whatever happened on the night he tried to off you didn’t like—kill him—“

Damn. They really are “balls deep in denial” as Micheal put it. Yet they seemed head over heels for her dad. She guessed pining for a serial killer grants amazing cognitive dissonance…

“Yeah…” Her voice trailed off, “Not sure on that one… Just glad it was over…”

“Sorry. Am I prying too much?”

“No, no… You aren’t the first. My whole upteenth highschool class found out and none of those idiots did the math… Those who did just think I’m a liar.” She laughed nervously, “I’m just… thinking about something myself…”

“Wait wait wait. How many times have you had to go through highschool?! That sounds like hell—“

“It is. Still look too young for college… But if we don’t want to be investigated I have to keep acting at the age I look…” She rolled her eyes, “Though the state aren’t competent enough to notice the same person going through their school system every other four years…”

“What if you stop faking and tell—“

“I end up in a government facility most likely…” She answered bluntly.

Her coworker snorted.

“It is a genuine fear of mine, really. It’s why Michael and I have to come back whenever a new thing related to the franchise pops up. If people knew the full truth…” She paused, “I bet even the ghosts in the suits would be in the same boat as me then…”

“…Oh.”

“Man… I’ve never told anyone this shit before… This feels…like a weight is off my shoulders…”

“You’ve been that isolated… Unable to tell the truth to anyone…For 30 years…?!”

“Yep. Just myself, Micheal, and…”

Rebecca stopped herself. Mikey was already pissed about the amount of information they had to disclose to this person due to the sheer fact “Dave” was in the equation. As much as she wanted to let it out, she’d get in trouble for mentioning another huge name for the brand.

“Sorry, I’m prone to oversharing…”

———

“Ms.Clair, I know you’re about to leave, but have you seen Mi—“

Rebecca grabbed from behind, making her panic on reflex, letting out a very childlike noise despite her biting her lips.

“Jason!” Clair scolded.

“What? I needed to get through the doorway.” Jason smirked at her, “Are you gonna come around here often or—“

“Yes… I-I work here?” Rebecca was autistic and oblivious to any sort of flirting. It seemed Jason was taking that as a bit of a challenge.

“Well, you like making it difficult, huh?”

“Making what difficult?” She was more confused than offended or creeped out, “W-was I really that much in the way? S-sorry—“

“It’s so easy to make you apologize.” Jason snickered, “It’s really cute how you get all flustered…”

The sound of inexplicable metal hitting the door made Jason jump.

“SHITSHITSHIT—“

He turned around, sighing in relief when Springtrap wasn’t standing behind him. It was just that guy with the weird skin condition holding a spare part.

“Man, don’t fucking scare me like that.” The shorter man growled, “Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?!”

“Oh? Want to try doing something about it?” Micheal asked with a threateningly casual tone that was eerily identical to Springtrap’s.

“Whatever. I’m fucking out of here.” Jason huffed, giving the younger figure one last concerned glance. “Good luck with that thing.”

“Bye…I guess?” Rebecca blinked as Jason and Clair left, before turning to her brother, “Mike, where have you been? It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, I was just on the phone.”

“For an hour?!”

“Had to deal with some things after the call.”

“What things?”

“Things.”

“Ugh! Stop being difficult—“

“No.” Her brother chuckled, messing up her hair, “You do realize that man was hitting on you, right?”

“Hold on. He was WHAT?!”

“There you two are.” Their coworker smiled, “I finally found Dave in his room, and I see you found—“

Rebecca punched her brother in the chest repeatedly, as he started horse-playing with her, leading her to giggle, “H-hey! Let go—“

“Nope… Sibling privilege.” Micheal had her in a headlock, finally letting her go as she managed to get a good hit on him, “Fuck—!”

“Ha!”

“Below the belt? Really?” He smirked.

“It’s not like you have anything valuable down there!” She snapped back, getting too caught up in playing with her brother to notice who just entered the establishment.

“Oh jeez… Would you crazy kids stop wrestling each other on the clock?”

Rebecca lost all of the color in her face hearing that voice. No. No no no. Henry was here?! But her father was here?! Oh shit… This was going to end so…so badly. What was Michael thinking?!

“Your hair’s all over the place, kiddo.” The man walked over and fixed it for her, as well as straightening her shirt, “There! Now if only your brother would stop messing it all up…”

“Heh… No promises.”

Unseen by everyone, Springtrap watched from the farthest end of the hallway Micheal had come from. He was absolutely seething. William had no idea that Rebecca ended up being taken in by Henry after his death. Seeing his former business partner fix his daughter’s hair in such a fatherly manner while she clearly seemed embarrassed by it was enough to make him want to strangle him. That bastard, that hypocrite.

Taking in his child after banishing him from his own company, stealing his work, and leaving him without a way to feed that same child and her older siblings back in the 80’s? Just who did Henry think he was?! Some savior?!

“Uh… Who is this?”

His daughter looked terrified as her coworker spoke up, but her expression turned to one of horrific dread as she noticed her father’s figure lurking at the end of the other hall.

“Oh, where are my manners?” The old man chuckled, patting Michael on the shoulder, “My name is Henry Emily. It’s a pleasure to—“

Rebecca couldn’t leave fast enough, passing her father on the way and dodging his attempt to stop her. Nope. No way. Not today. Not ever. She locked herself in the back room, prepared for all hell to break lose.

“My dad’s here isn’t he?” Charlie’s spirit asked, frowning sympathetically as the woman curled up against the wall just nodded.

“Stay in here… The others and I can try to scare him out…”

#frighteningly intriguing #bound to imagination #drabbles

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decks-writing-blog · 2 years

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Weak Form

Content warning for temporary character death, murder, and stabbing.

This weak form’s constant need for regular sleep was one of many things wrong with it. Being unaware of the world for hours on end with at most a barely remembered dream to show for it the next day was an utter waste of time. Not that Narinder had much to do anyway, he was thoroughly stuck like this for now, so he wasn’t missing much. But still, it was the principle of the matter.

Though, maybe taking a break from this awful reality he was stuck in wasn’t so bad. It was starting to grow on him a little. And so, upon reaching his assigned shelter, he only glared at his cot for a few seconds before settling onto it.

Before he could do more than sit though, a knock came on the door frame. With a barely restrained groan, he stood up again. “Who is it and what do you want?”

Apparently taking that as an invitation, his visitor pulled aside the curtain and stepped in. The newest member of the cult, joined only a few days ago, a pink bunny with large fuzzy ears. What their name was, Narinder couldn’t remember as he never paid much attention to the goings on of the other cult members.

Holding one paw behind their back, they stepped closer to speak in an almost whisper. “I heard you used to be a god. Is that true?”

“Yes.” Everyone knew but few cared because right from the start Lamb had positioned themself as the cult’s head, barely mentioning him at all. Meaning they’d planned to betray him from the start. After everything he’d done for them too. Not that he could exactly blame them, he’d have likely done the same in such a position, few wouldn’t.

Despite having their question answered, the bunny took another step closer, putting them uncomfortably close to Narinder. He wasn’t going to take a step back though and instead squared his shoulders and tilted his head back to glare down at them as best he could when their heights were so near to being the same – another horrid thing about his new form was how dreadfully small it was.

They didn’t seem to notice nor care about his attempt at looking intimidating. “How does one become a god?”

“There are a few ways. None of them are attainable by you though so I suggest you drop this idea. Our Leader might not like it if they ever found out about it.” Though, given their penchant for mercy, their chosen form of punishment might not be sufficient to deter it much.

“I heard that killing a god is way one to do it. Is that true?”

“Sometimes. Why? Are you planning to kill Lamb?” Narinder couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. If, even when at their weakest post having the Red Crown granted to them, Leshy hadn’t been able to kill them, what hope did this fellow have? “Good luck with that. I won’t assist so don’t even ask.” That had to be why they’d come to him, right? They assumed he’d be out for vengeance and thus would be willing to help with such a scheme. No doubt they intended to betray him as well to ensure they got all the power.

“Maybe one day I’ll be able to. Gotta start small though, right? So…” They lunged, pulling their hand out from behind their back, revealing that it held a large dagger. Its edge gleamed faintly in the dim candle light a moment before it was plunged into Narinder’s shoulder. That had been aimed for his chest but he’d moved just in time.

It hurt like a bitch though as Narinder jerked back with a sharp intact of breath. Warm blood oozed out of the wound, matting his fur and making his shirt stick to him. How dare anyone try such a thing!? Didn’t they know who he was? He was going make them pay for that!

Except the bunny only paused a moment to take in the fact that they’d missed before lunging towards him again. Even more prepared this time there wasn’t much he could do except catch their wrist with his good hand, the other arm sent a sharp wave of pain through his shoulder when he tried to move it. He stumbled back, smashing into the shelter’s wall, sending another bolt of pain through his shoulder that almost sent him to his knees.

His magic was gone, his strength reduce to almost nothing. He was helpless, utterly helpless. He growled and hissed, digging his claws into the bunny’s wrist and he tried to twist the knife out of it. But one handed against their two, he stood no chance. They pulled back, yanking out of his grip.

Their leg swept in, knocking against his ankles and breaking his already unsteady stance. He fell, landing on his injured shoulder, sending a fresh stab of pain through it. Which he didn’t have time to recover from before they were on top of him, straddling him and pressing him down so they could plunge the knife into his abdomen, just below his ribs. Without missing a beat, they yanked it down his front as far as they could make it go. He screamed as he tried to pull or turn away. But there was no escape.

“Yes, yes. If nothing else this is good practice, right?” The bunny’s voice sounded distant under the ringing in Narinder’s ears. “And killing a former god is a good start to killing an actual god. Hopefully whatever little power you have left will be mine now though.”

Every breath was agony and yet Narinder’s weak, pathetic body was desperate for air. Leaving him panting as he tried to move away but their weight as they straddled him was too much.

“I guess I should probably put you out of your misery, huh? Before someone passes by and hears you whimpering like this.”

Narinder was not whimpering! If he was going to die he was going to do so with dignity! …. But he was though, huh? It hurt too much not to. He bit back on it, biting his tongue hard enough to flood his mouth with his own blood; that pain was nothing compared to the horrid throbbing wrongness in his abdomen.

“Fuck you,” he managed as they hovered the knife over his heart.

They only chuckled, almost gleefully before thrusting the knife in. A sharp burst of pain that thankfully lasted only a second or two. As it quickly faded, everything else did too.

White void and calm nothingness. He was only barely aware of himself and his thoughts as he floated. It was nice actually, peaceful. He could get used to this. And eventually he would lose himself entirely. Which would be even...

Something grabbed him, pulling him up and out of that sweet calmness. … Lamb. The more he came back to himself, the more he recognized the feel of their mind. Also, they were the god of death now and thus it could only be them. Was this what they had felt every time he’d brought them back to life?

Suddenly he had physical form again. The world around him was bright and loud, his first renewed breath sweet but almost overwhelming in his lungs. He shuddered as he landed on his feet. Closing his eyes, he pressed his ears back, taking a few seconds to steady himself before opening them again.

Naturally, he was in the church. The rest of the cult surrounded him with Lamb presiding over them all at the podium. He looked around, turning in a circle… his killer was not present. Lucky for them… and possibly for himself since he wasn’t sure what he’d do when confronted with them again.

He waited until Lamb dismissed everyone with a wave of their paw and everyone had left before stepping up to them as they descended from the podium. Before he could say whatever it was he was going to say – he had no idea only that one should probably say something after being brought back to life– they spoke up instead. “I apologize for accidentally letting a murderer get into the commune. That should never have happened.”

“It has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to apologize for it.”

“Oh, but I do because you’re important to me. And after being chained for so long, you deserve some freedom the chance to enjoy life. Getting brutally murdered in a place you’re supposed to feel safe goes against that.”

Not sure how feel about those words or even how to respond, Narinder changed the topic “And my attacker? You know who did it?”

“Yep. They’re in jail right now. I have not yet decided what their punishment should be. This is the first time I’ve had to imprison someone for murder.”

“You should execute them. They intend to kill you. They wish to take your place and become a god themself. And in the future, you should be more careful about who you let live in the commune. As word gets out about you and how you usurped not only me but all of the Bishops, many more will feel empowered to try do the same to you.”

That gave Lamb pause for a couple seconds. “I… hadn’t considered that but I suppose you’re right. Thank you for the warning. I will also do better to protect you since many, as proven by this incident, will likely see you as a potential target as well.”

Narinder took a breath to decline – he didn’t need nor want their protection – but… he was weak and the thought of possibly dying in such a way ever again made him feel almost like he was going to throw up. He’d much rather submit to their protection. So… “Thank you.”

“Who knew being a god could be so hard?”

“It is not all fun and games.” In fact, it was rife with betrayals and hardships.

They smiled at him again before nodding. “Well come on then. Let’s go figure out a proper punishment for murder in this new land of mine. I will try not to be too biased towards blind vengeance.” Ah yes, that good ol’ mercy of theirs coming into play. Though maybe, mercy wasn’t so bad. Perhaps it would even make for a better world, one with less betrayals and needless deaths. Only time would tell and Narinder intended to be here to find out. He may no longer be a god but at least he was favored by the new god of death, a good thing to be if nothing else.

#cult of the lamb #the one who waits #narinder #temporary character death #injury #the lamb #halloween 2022

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You are slow.

Dragons, knights, swords. Steeds (motorcycles), wealth and even the damsels in distress. Everything is fantasy here.

Maybe I should hit you with a rolled up newspaper. Not really a fan of the meme. But still. I'm tempted to hit you with a newspaper.

Genji: 6'2 (187 cm).

Yamato: 6'1 (185 cm).

I know they were gonna be the tallest characters. You can just see the size they are compared to everyone else in the whole franchise.

When it comes to Cobra.. Maybe after finally getting to know how the other SWORD leaders are, truly showing their true selves, that's when Cobra wanted to befriend everyone because he knew none of them - that he was noticed - where ever horrible person. Every SWORD gang is protective in their own way, protective towards people and places. That's how I see it.

Rude Boys, Nameless City, they just prefer to care for themselves but also each other. That's what they are used to since birth. They always look out for themselves first. But Cobra is definitely closest to them.

Exactly. He might have hated Mugen and Sannoh, might have had a begrudgingly deep respect for them in some ways too. But his hatred Kuryu outweighed his hatred toward Mugen and Sannoh.

Sometimes when people upload videos with subtitles like that, I have to say that might not be that knowledgeable with other languages? It seems that way to me. Because the subtitles never make sense to me at all. The whole situation would just curious me even more that way.

And how would Naomi finally get together with Yamato. They're both stupid towards their affections for each other. Someone help them. Y'know what.. Remember how Rocky saved Yamato during the fights against Mighty Warriors. You can't convince me that Rocky didn't just save him because he wanted, he saved Yamato because he found out Yamato and Naomi cared about each other. So this is Rocky's way of apologizing for ruining her diner when Rocky and Naomi first met. That might be my new headcanon now. Maybe.

Isn't that how is always is though? The one who flirts doesn't get any attention, and the one who isn't flirting gets the most attention. Since a lot of people enjoy the "play hard to get" flirting. Women assume he is playing hard to get, when he's just completely oblivious about this.

Actually.. I would have to say the same for everyone else who is a part of the franchise. Like Takanori and Cobra, Keiji and Rocky, and lots of other actors are completely different than their characters that it just doesn't seem like the same person. Which definitely means they have been doing their job well. But still. That's really just a mind fuck to me when actors are completely different from their characters though.

Yes! They're all so short. I don't know why I think that's funny though.

Really? That's funny. Well... Yes. The color coded aspect does help me figure out how they are with their affiliated gangs. But I genuinely just haven't figured out what names they're gonna be named. And, like it's been said by you, foreign names are slightly difficult since you are not used to that language. You'd also want a unique name that still makes sense to people of that culture too. So I'll have to this figure out soon.

That could work too. Like she starts with basics like designing any of the logos on clothes for premade clothes, basic sewing, until she may be confident enough to create her own clothes. Maybe clothing lines, but being a fashion designer could possibly be the future occupation. But! Even if she only knew basic sewing.. She is friends with everyone who always end up in fights, clothes can get torn, she's the one that a lot of people go to when they need their clothes repaired again. Same as Mitsuya. And with how often the Sannoh gang want patches sewn into their jackets, she's even the one to do that for them because they not know how to do something basic like that with their own clothing.

But yes. Recreating premade outfits before creating her own clothes. No this is most likely canon for Blue. Someone needs to make fashion happen, besides the White Rascals since no one's ever so fashionable like them. They are fashionable. No one can change my mind on that.

"Prepare for trouble, and make it double." I don't care for Pokémon at all. Nothing against people who enjoy. But that was definitely the first thought that came to mind when you said they're double trouble.

I'm curious how Hyuga would have turned out if he was still in Kuryu.. Do you think he'd become an assassin too? Or just extra violent, more violent than he is now? What do you think might have happen to him?

Unintentional details, but also intentional details at the same time. I'll have to search through archetypes again for my characters.. So there is that too. Don't know what archetypes I might have set up for them.

As a disabled person who doesn't have that specific disability, I have known what it's like to prove people wrong based on your conditions.. Being treated differently shouldn't mean people should be treated so differently. I might really give my main character my own disabilities. Only because I rarely ever see any representations for my disorders in media. So I might be completely biased about thing concept though.

How did she lose her leg? Unless that's a surprise.

I just realized Ryu and Ryuko have the same name.

That one is obvious. Because of the events that led up to his mother and sister dying, Rocky's definitely a man who would do everything in power to care after his woman.

I can not believe Keiji's a lot more vulgar than I thought he would be.. I am not complaining. But still. I actually wouldn't expect that behavior, at least behavior like that from him out of Exile. That's definitely proof that Rocky is secretly kinky. So it's where that headcanon came from. Well.. That. And because Rocky enjoy his eating lollipops too much so you know he knows what he's doing. I blame Keiji and Rocky for this.

Oh! Apparently. Apparently.. In the High&Low manga. Rocky actually cries when romance is involved in a situation, like he'll cry watching a romantic movie and he's also known to cry at weddings. So now I am really trying to imagine what may happen in Rocky's in a relationship with a woman who doesn't care about romance since we do not care about romance. You're watching a romantic movie together that he is been wanting to watch for a while, then thing you know you'll hear his sniffling before looking over at him trying to wipe his eyes at wedding scene in the movie. Or imagine going to a wedding with him crying. If that is true about Rocky.. I really can't stop laughing at the thought of Rocky being emotional over romance. But I also wouldn't surprised.

And apparently in the manga, Rocky and Koo are roommates who do live together. So if you're going to be in a relationship with either guy.. Make sure the other isn't home when you're being intimate, whether I imagine a casual or sexual intimacies happening. That would be really awkward if Koo heard Rocky have sex with his woman, or if Rocky did hear Koo have sex with his partner. That would be awkward for them.

And apparently in the manga. Rocky's a lightweight with alcohol, he's known to get tipsy quickly when he's drinking alcohol.

And apparently in the manga. I need to stop saying that. Rocky really has cuffed himself on a railing with his handcuffs before, which really, I don't know.. That seems so funny that Rocky cuffed himself before.

I could see Murayama being immature enough that, if his girlfriend is not paying any attention to him, he'd yank on her shirt until he gets all the attention he wants. Like what children do with their mothers.

Possibly. That's what I have been doing with characters. I'm trying to get feelings, vibes, whatever with characters just to figure then out.

Rocky is definitely a cuddler. Whether or not his woman - or partner - enjoys being a cuddler, Rocky definitely is when he's sleeping though. Especially the big spoon and little spoon cuddling, he's the big spoon. "Is also a cuddler, but he needs the pressure of another person on or near him to sleep well." I can also imagine that with Rocky too.

I wonder.. Who do you think helped Murayama get his license? Since I remember Cobra told him he'd have to study to get his license before he can drive a motorcycle.

I have question. You already know my color coded characters are in a real band, they're musicians. And you already know most of the Exile Tribe guys are in the High&Low franchise. Anyway. Since most of the music for these characters and gangs are music from the actual men (and women) in the series. Do you think it would be weird to use their music, the band of my characters, as music for their soundtracks?

Maybe I should've worded that differently..

Have you checked the links yet? I'm not rushing you. But definitely keep me up to date on which posts you've seen so far though.. Since I'm curious about your reaction to some of those posts when you see a lot the content. Because some posts are completely bizarre to me.

absolutely deserving of a newpaper head bonk. just whap. it’s all so obvious now. i was just too busy being like ‘~ooh, pretty dudes and fighting scenes and parkour yaaay~’

absolutely not surprised those two are the tallest. i was calling genji ‘japanese terminator’ because i kept forgetting his name when he first showed up and he just. wouldn’t stay down in fights and the way he moved sometimes was very robotic. which you can see sometimes in the jsb videos when he dances.

i just want all the gangs to hang out. just gimme the scene of ‘em all bro-ing out. maybe after rocky opens the new club heaven and he invites everyone to the grand opening. i love the scenes of all the different group’s characters interacting during the big fights, but i want it in a more casual setting. lemme see em hang out!!

cobra’s pre-alliance is like ‘respect everyone else’s terf and boundaries, but also if anyone needs any help, i am available 24/7’. like he probably had ideas for the alliance earlier, but didn’t have reason enough to propose it until hyuga and then kuryu showed up and they had to have all these big fights. then he went ‘hey. since we’re all fighting together. maybe we should officially be allies. hmm? 👀’

like thank you for translating this but also. maybe run it passed a fluent english speaker maybe? thank you but my brain hurts trying to read these disjointed sentences.

rocky just ‘i saved your bf. sorry about your diner, that’s my bad’. naomi doesn’t even get a chance to correct him that she’s not dating yamato. he just assumes they already are and is so surprised when he finds out much later that they aren’t.

ladies love a hot, quiet ‘bad’ boy. unfortunately hiroto doesn’t know how to pick up in hints. please be clearer. say it plainly. meanwhile masaki is drowning in rejections. poor guy.

i think i’ve gotten slightly better when i comes to picking japanese names. but it still takes me forever. i think i changed my first aib oc’s name like 3 times, like completely scrapped and then reworked. i do like picking through kanji though, i think it’s interesting how names can have completely different meanings depending on them. don’t get that with english names.

i love the idea of her seeing patches on for the sannoh guys or even making group jackets like how mitsuya did for the tokyo manji gang. shame that all of the gangs really only have an aesthetic, not actual team uniforms (well, except the mugen jackets and daruma kind-of).

the rascals dress to impress! gotta look good for the ladies!

hyuga and ryuko are so double trouble. i just know they both have this similar ‘wild’ look in their eyes when they get seriously into a fight. ie hyuga biting that dude or breaking that other dude’s arm, ryuko whipping out her knife to carve up a guy’s face or stab through his hand.

i think he definitely would have been more violent, more unhinged. he wouldn’t have a reason not to be since i think the daruma guys (and sword) reign him in a bit. he’d probably one of their more brutal assets, like genji but worse. like genji had skills, hyuga would be pure crazy brutalist force.

she’s a princess locked up by a dragon being saved by knights. im surprised that wasn’t already in h&l ahdjdkdl. kind of related, but i found that tvtropes has a page dedicated to high&low with their characters tropes! it’s not all the characters but a lot of them, mainly the leaders are the most detailed.

as always, i’m enabling and encouraging! since i’m not an amputee myself, i’ve been digging into researching it while developing hinami; but since it’s a disability you have, i’ll bet you can write it really well! and i think rarer conditions should be shown more.

it’s not really a surprise. i’m still thinking about it. so far i’m thinking it was a car accident while she was riding her bike as a kid - but car accidents have been done a lot in h&l already so i’m thinking of something else. as an aside, i imagine that she was a ballerina pre-‘losing her leg and being abandoned’, so she has very good bodily control and constitution for pushing herself.

ryuko (born ryuka) was actually named partly after her father, ryukai. weirdly though i can’t find ‘ryukai’ as an actual japanese male name, the closest is ryuki.

also all of the kuryu dudes have ryu or tatsu in their names, both meaning dragon! since hyuga doesn’t at all, i’m thinking maybe his oldest brother had either ryu or tatsu in their given name.

i think in addition to worrying over them because he cares about them and thus he takes care of them when they’re down; he might be a little scared that if they get too depressed that they might kill themselves like his mother and sister did, since it’s not necessarily uncommon with depression.

you can’t convince me rocky doesnt have at least a little but of an oral fixation. not only sexually, but the lollipops and probably the grills too in some way.

rocky’s a big sob over romance. teary at weddings and love seeing big displays of love and is soft hearted about romance movies. love him. he’s probably got a massive collection of romance movies and novels. on movie dates, he’s always picking a romance.

rocky snd koo living together is my favourite lil fact, whether it’s as ‘they’re common-law husbands’ or ‘they’re besties’. either way, as friendly roommates, if they see the other with a lady, they’ll just leave. not sticking around for it.

koo is the only serious adult here in the rascals. it’s so funny to imagine koo berating the rest of the team about not behaving maturely and then turning around to find rocky has accidentally handcuffed himself to the railing. you know koo’s carrying around handcuff keys for this exact situation because the last time it happened, it took them forever to pick the cuff’s lock.

gf is trying to have a conversation or read or are simply focusing on something and murayama’s just ‘🥺 pay attention to meee 🥺🥺’. pulls on their clothes, lightly tugs on their hair, lies all over them. he’s needy.

get these men some good weighted blankets so they can sleep when their partners aren’t around. otherwise you know they’re staying up through the night and busying themselves with random stuff to do because they can’t sleep.

i think furuyu is the only one who can drive. he drives the truck afterall. so he probably taught seki and murayama. and i’m surprised he survived it because i know both of them are stressful as hell to teach.

i don’t think it’d be weird at all! h&l already uses a lot of exile tribe music in it, so i think it would fit right in to use the fcs’ own music as their themes.

i’ve clicked through them all the other night! so they’re definitely all open to discussion!!

#tj answers #long post //#long post anon

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You mostly draw Megatron with Crusade in his Cybertronian look but in your canons it was said that while carrying the spark Megs wore his Marauder look. Did Megatron changed bodies or is the Canon changed?

yes! haha so hmm let’s see. So far up until A Little Too Familiar I have tossed Crusade into my Crackship AU—because with the Cybertron’s future AU with a whole lot of my other sparklings, ones that have considered backstories, they wouldn’t exist because of Shamus and Envoy!—and yes in the Crack AU, Megan does sport his Marauder Upgrade.

I’m still 1000% open to keeping Crusade as like,,a cameo for the Crack AU but I will say I’m getting far too attached to their character to better NOT explore them more in a more intricate backstory kind of sense! Many of the asks I’ve answered previously about Crusade’s personality and future are still canon—with the exemption that Crusade has a far more present/loving relationship with their Carrier, who as a literal helicopter parent is near suffocating in his protectiveness and efforts to keep his sparkling away from the hands and influence of the Autobots, even if that means locking them away on the Nemesis far too much to be healthy, and lying straight to their face, and others, about their origins.

Since the TFN 2021 S4 kickoff script reading I’ve been leaning towards guess what—a whole other AU that continues RIGHT after that point, much like where the CF AU would—only certain rescission within the timeline have been changed leading to, in some relationships, a vastly different setting for a next generation! (No, I don’t think I’d create a whole ton of other sparklings in place, for example a planned Strika/Lugnut kiddo wouldn’t happen for obvious reasons, nor would Shmaus or Envoy exist!! Who would remain, THAT I will figure out later down the line.) So Megatron is not in his Marauder form, Optimus is named Magnus, Jazz is with team Prime/Ninja Corps, Sentinel is still a dick figures, Prowl is still dead and so forth.

What I have planned is sort of like where the Deceptions sport a retreat after their bust on Earth when attempting to take over the central line of techno organic energon. The Cons faced losses, high command was scrambled and still very much injured from their cruel, and unusual keeping within Trypticon, heavy sacrifices turned out to NOT reap greater rewards, and the troops are still starving—and starving, scared mecha are far more dangerous than angry ones.

Optimus is still coming to terms that he is due to lead Cybertron, under the title of Optimus Magnus as soon as he’s back, whether he likes it or not as the front lines are still very much on edge with the evermore increasingly violent rouge Con raids.

I made some commentary on the reading as a whole which was PHENOMENAL and I’m still riding the high that is the fanTASTIC work that was put into is, like god. There was a brief but hilarious moment from Rattletrap where he attempted to sell off a crudely photoshopped Megop photograph as dirt—a part of me thought it would be even MORE hilarious if said photo was actually, used and Op was left sputtering after a double take going like how did they find that. HOW.

My poor, poor fanfic loving heart got going on of course the What if the Enemies Were Fraternizing Throughout the Whole of The Show, Morals be Damned in Those Stolen Moments Because I Like YOU For Some Reason trope. Wow is me, be still my beating HEART. It did not stop—so I made another AU :D yayyyyy

Basically the creation of Crusade follows along in this timeline in that sense. They were a product of one too many lonely nights in some far off abandoned cave that never could quite seem to end with a civil conversation, let alone spark apprehension from the other when it came to going toe to toe of the battlefield for the sake of their Causes. A Comfort without Strings relationship, even if they did come to grow fond of each other, not that they’d ever admit it—a confession, in a sense, would only hurt both parties knowing that the two would never give up their motivations in the ‘impossible ‘case that said feelings were mutual.

From the looks of it, the Autobots did not once tend to the Deceptions during their stay at Trypticon. Megs still sported bare struts and tattered armor up to his escape—it would be believable that medics never once ran scans, let alone were ordered to get anywhere near the high command. With already being in such poor shape, battered, humiliated, starved, violated (those minicons?? homage to Trepan??? yikessssss) and sedated—it would be believable that Megatron wouldn’t pay notice to a small flutter in his spark amongst all the pain and anxiety, at least until he finally could gather his bearings under the lockdown of his temporary fortress stuck on Earth.

Megatron, knowing he was alone, now extremely vulnerable, heavily outnumbered and out favored by his remaining struggling troops, called upon his definitely not most favorite sub team to cower behind—the DJD, to meet his blaring distress beacon.

Tarn and his crew, with the help of the rest of high command’s signal dampeners, are able to as covertly as possible—minus the world sweeper size of the Peaceful Tyranny and the paralyzing droning on of the Empyrean Suite that Tarn just loves so dearly—made it off planet save for a few bumps and bruises from the small force of Team Prime. The High & Mighty Megatron was no where to be seen in the action. Probably off in a hurry to lick his wounds in retreat after getting his ass handed to him, many assumed, but Nickel knew better. Tarn knew better. Something was terribly wrong in order to resort to a ‘cowardly’ extraction and evasion mission.

You can see where I’m going w this—so anyways YES that is the general gist of where this AU kicks off!!! Megs and Op, particularly Megs, got unlucky on their last night together—eventually all leading to the introduction of the previously secretive back up weapon that was the DJD. Coming to the rescue of their Fearless, All Powerful, and Resilient Leader?? A strange, but instantly understandable measure to resort to once Megatron reveals himself as a carrying mech, the beholder of a true heir and a testament to the resilience that is the Deceptions though the terrible reign the Autobots have held against them through the eons.

I’ll go into why he keeps Crusade on a tight leash and Op out of the loop entirely for as long as he possibly could—and how the rest of Megaton’s troops behaved around this clearly, half blooded Con sparkling their leader doted on— later!

Needless to say, Crusade’s reputation from the moment they were born was tottering on a fine line between that of pitiable condolences for their leader, and that of true Decepticon pride knowing that the one to lead them to glory some day is none other than one of the Autobots’ very own descendants.

Hope that kinda better explains things! I like Meg’s Cybertronian design, it’s sleek, it’s sexy, it’s easier to draw, and since S4 gave us a fresher design to admire of Optimus, why not have the same for his other half!

YEAHH. so new AU :D AYOOOO I’ll tag this timeline/future mentionings of Crusade and their journey as Cybertron’s Legacy AU

extremely stupid doodle under the cut! I can’t get over the duality of Old Written vs New Written Crusade ahhh 💀💀

I found a horrifically perfect tik tok audio for these two oml

Swapping Megatron stories!

#Cybertron’s Legacy au #transformers #megop #crusade #so.many.AUs #read my bio you see that I have a delightful problem and I RECOGNIZE IT. for a small sum of a million dollars I will consider for a solid #two seconds about changing. then pocket the money and make another AU out of spite. bite me #asks #tfa megatron #megatron #tfa optimus prime #Optimus prime #yes! now presenting the DJD. they’re fairly new in the game and don’t have much if any record/slip up that the Autobots documented #as they formed right after meals was presumed dead at the start up of S1! tarn took it very hard. and seriously when deserters were on #the rise after the news #but!! they’re still active and THRIVING post ‘hey I’m alive’ reveal and 10X more tenacious in their covert executions #reallllllly stick it to em bc ha the leader is alive and you are a COWARD to leave in his absence!

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starilicious · 3 years

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ishq wala love (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader comforts an insecure echo after the end of tbb episode 4 "cornered" about having mechanical parts as part of his body.

》 word count: ~2.2k

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》 warnings: slight sensory overload, mild panic attack (i think it could be classified as relatively vague in regards to the description), insecure echo about his body, a teensy bit of in universe swearing, lots of flufffff and a dash of angst here and there, no use of y/n [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: extremely mild ones from tbb episode 4 "cornered"

》 a/n: hello! this is my first tbb fic, so i really hope i do the show, the characters, and the fandom justice hehe ^_^ over the past few days, i've become obsessed with tbb fics, particularly the echo x reader ones bc my GOODNESS this man is such a soft bean who deserves all the love in the galaxy. as a result, please enjoy this sleep-deprived frenzy of a fic that i wrote at 1 am and let me know your thoughts! :)

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "ishq wala love" from the film student of the year. i've linked the song (in blue) with some pretty good english translations in case you would like to take a listen, but it isn't necessary for the fic–i just thought it fit well!

• i kind of got way too invested in building up the environment at the beginning, so apologies if it seems like a slow start! i just had to indulge in having the other characters there too <3

• please ignore the inaccuracies of the havoc marauder. i don't really know what the ship looks like, especially the living quarters, so i unintentionally ended up using the ghost from swr to guide my writing for that part.

• what the reader says at the end about the word in love in her native language is true. the language i'm referring to here is hindi, and we have several different words for love. in my very humble opinion, i think it’s one of the many characteristics of the language that makes hindi so sweet-sounding and poetic :)

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After Tech piloted the Bad Batch away from Pantora and safely entered hyperspace, you all decided to turn in to get some rest–or at least attempt to. With the bounty hunter scare, you and the boys figured it would be best to discuss what to do tomorrow morning, for Omega’s sake.

You tucked Omega in with her doll and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry ‘Meg,” you said softly, running a gentle hand through her cropped blonde hair. “You’ll be safe, I promise. You’re stuck with us for life.”

Omega smiled sleepily at your teasing and held her arms out for a hug, one which you gladly indulge. “Sweet dreams, love,” you murmur as you let go. You shut off the lamp in her makeshift room and closed the curtains as you climbed down the ladder.

You turned around to find Hunter looking at you from his seat in front of the blinking controls. You raised an eyebrow as you plopped down in front of him unceremoniously, the exhaustion of the action-packed day catching up to you.

"You're good with her," he murmured as you both glanced at the light beige divider and you shrugged in response.

"Just looking out for her. Besides, you're not so bad yourself. She mimics your every move," you grinned. Hunter chuckled fondly as he recalled the memory where they were all stuck in the Kaminoan prison cell and Omega copied his every gesture.

The two of you lapsed in a comfortable silence as you mulled over the day's events, the hum of the ship thrumming beneath your feet.

"We'll be okay. It's tiring and difficult and none of us know how to raise a child, but we'll be okay," you said, breaking the quiet with optimism. You placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and smiled. "Crosshair will be okay too. Have faith."

Hunter sighed but nodded in agreement as he put his hand over yours. "Goodnight," he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Sleep well."

You sat at the small table for a few more minutes to think before standing up yourself. You quickly checked in on Tech in the cockpit since he was on watch, and he immediately shooed you away, insisting you get some sleep. You had a feeling he only did so to optimize the ship in peace without distractions.

Nevertheless, you obliged and left him alone. Walking to the back of the ship, you completed your rounds. Wrecker was snoring loudly and you stifled a laugh. At least he was sleeping well–it was all you could ask for really. But frankly, you had no idea how Crosshair was ever able to sleep through it. Thinking about him and seeing his empty bunk made your heart pang in loss, but you were as determined as the rest of them to somehow bring him back. You had to.

You opened the door to Hunter and Tech’s shared room to find Hunter already sleeping soundly and you quickly left. With his enhanced senses, he was already a light sleeper, and compounded with his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely got any rest. You worried for him.

Last stop was your and Echo's room. You stepped in to find the light still on. Echo was sitting on the floor in front of your bunk, staring at the ground.

"Hey there handsome," you joked lightly in an attempt to get his attention and mask your unease. Echo usually only came near your bunk when something was wrong and after everything that happened today, it was safe to say you were concerned.

Echo didn't respond. Did he hear me? You make your way over to your lover and sit down in front of him. You place your hands on top of his.

"Echo, honey?" You said softly and finally finally he looked up at you. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh, darling," you breathed and you moved to his side to envelop him into a hug, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. You didn’t say anything more–you saw the deep pain swirling in his eyes, the grief, the loss. The anger. You let Echo take the lead; you knew how difficult it was to wrangle raging thoughts and muster them into words.

You didn’t know how much time passed of you two sitting on the floor, breathing each other in before Echo spoke.

“Today… when we went on the supply run, I was dressed as a droid.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going. But you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. Your thumb rubbed absentmindedly on his arm as you listened.

“That vendor we were talking to wouldn't take what we had. And then he saw me,” Echo took a deep breath. You stayed quiet, holding his hand in a manner that you hoped soothed his anxieties at least a little bit.

“Hunter sold me as a droid to him. I-I know he doesn’t see me as a droid. I know that. But–” Echo’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat of the emotion building up. Echo didn’t know how to express what he wanted to say. He didn’t even want to speak it aloud–that would make it feel too real. And Echo severely doubted he could handle the heartbreak. Can I do this?

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured and you hummed in response. Echo pulled away from you, his hand still in yours. Now or never. “I need you to be completely, absolutely, 100% honest with me,” he whispered. Echo steeled his expression, doing his best to hide how terrified he truly was.

You nodded because of course you would be. When were you not?

But the way Echo gazed at you threw you off. Something was wrong, very wrong. You were almost scared of what he would say next, but you made a gesture for him to say what was on his mind. Clearly, this was important.

“Do you really want to be with me when I’m just–” Echo struggled with the last few words and you strained to pick them up with how they caught in his throat. “–a pathetic, disgusting, hybrid machine?” It’s out, I said it. I said it. Echo felt like he couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his chest too much, too much. He stared down at the floor, face flooded with shame.

You stared at him in blatant disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open from a shocked laugh. No no no Echo. You’re nothing of the sort. You didn’t move. Echo’s breath hitched as he looked back up at you, broken and open and raw.

“Don’t lie, please don’t lie to me. I know there's no way you could ever love me when I… when I look like this,” Echo whispered, but he may as well have shouted with the way the blood was rushing through your ears.

And then something in you snapped.

You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, pulling him in until your foreheads were touching. “Echo, you need to listen to me,” you instructed and heaved a breath as you tried to sort your own rushing thoughts into articulated words. But the effort was futile as your careful speech turned into a haphazard and passionate stream of consciousness.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears and your heart broke into pieces. Echo gave you all of his attention. What are you going to say? He didn’t want you to agree, but he would understand if you did. Echo felt disgusted with himself. The walls were closing in on him. Breathing was getting harder.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t give one flying banthashit about any of your mechanical parts. If anyone ever says anything about them, they’re di’kuts and you can send them my way because I will not hesitate to punch some sense into them,” you spat with pure determination, not even noticing the Mando’a slip. After being surrounded by clones for so long, you absorbed bits and pieces of the language. You didn’t even register how Echo picked up on the word, much too focused on getting your point across. You were a person on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.

The knot in Echo’s stomach was loosening a bit, the storm in his mind beginning to break. The walls were a bit farther from him. He wasn’t drowning in his own presence anymore.

“Because you know what? You’re still my Echo. You’re a man, my dear. Not a machine. You never were, and never will be. These parts?” you gestured to his scomp link, his legs, the cybernetic implant in his head. “They mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don’t focus on them.”

You smiled sadly as you rubbed your thumbs gently on his cheeks. “I fell in love with you, Echo, not your body. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you comfort me, the way you cry with me. As much as I kriffing hate that you have been through so much pain because of those damned Separatists, I’m grateful for the fact that I’m in love with a man who would do anything for his family, for his brothers.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you remembered Fives coming back home from the Citadel but no Echo in sight. You would never admit it to anyone, but you swore a piece of you had died that day.

Echo felt like he was going to cry. The pressure that had been building up in his chest was releasing. He could breathe again, slowly, slowly. His only focus was you, was your words. The artificial lights didn’t seem to be as glaring now. They were softer, calmer.

“Echo, my love, even through it all, you not only survived, but you came out on top, victorious,” you paused, briefly overcome with how much love and gratitude you had for this wonderful man. “You came back to me, Echo, and you’re as handsome as ever. I have never stopped loving you, and never will. Don’t you ever forget that darling.”

Echo drew in a shaky breath. The harsh cold of the floor grates was biting into his skin, but he didn’t care. It grounded him as much as your warm touch on his face. He could breathe again. My cyar’ika.

Your fiery and passionate emotional speech came to an end as you stared into your lover’s eyes. There was so much more you could say, but you feared words would not be able to convey it all. You hoped your eyes would be enough to soothe his pained and tired soul.

Silent tears trailed down Echo’s face and you gently brushed them away as you pulled him into a tight hug. It was all you could do to not cry yourself. Echo was always so strong–you admired him for it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with appreciation and love. You didn’t say anything. There was no need to. The charged air between you both was enough. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on the floor of the Havoc Marauder, deep in your own thoughts.

“Ishq wala love,” you muttered fondly after some time, still caught up in your own mind.

“Hm?” Echo questioned, curious as to what you said. The soft sound gently pulled you out of the clouds and back to the man in your arms as you attempted to explain.

“There’s a phrase in my native language, ishq wala love. You see, in Basic, there’s just one word for love, which is love. But back home, we have several different words for love, each with their own subtle, but distinct meaning,” you blew out a breath as you tried to figure out what to say. Echo was hanging on to your every word.

“There’s… there isn’t really a direct translation, but the best I can come up with is that the love that we have, ishq, is much deeper than just romantic love. It’s deep and strong and pure and unyielding. It–it reminded me of us,” you admitted, a bit sheepish. Your fingers dance along Echo’s scomp link, nervous.

Echo took a moment to process your explanation before smiling. You felt your heart stitch itself back together again after seeing that beautiful smile. You would do anything to keep it on his lovely face.

“Ishq wala love,” he echoed, his pronunciation a bit off. You giggled in response. “Close enough,” you teased and Echo simply beamed. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips, rubbing his metal arm gently.

Echo stood up then, offering a hand to you to help you up. You took it and he led you over to the bunk you shared together. You both quickly climbed in, relaxing in the warmth of the well worn blankets and the other’s presence.

Your head was near his chest and you could hear the soothing dull sound of his steady heartbeat. Your arm curled over his waist protectively and your head rested comfortably on his flesh arm. Echo shut off the light and you were ensconced in black velvety darkness.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“Sweet dreams, Echo. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

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the-redeemed-anon · 3 years

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Another day another post including c!Wilbur in big bad manipulators list with c!Dream and c!Quackity and i go "huh, is he tho?"

Like genuienly i would want to know, bc to me at least all like c!Wilburs "attempts at manipulation" were like.. blandly obvious and not that well executed?

Not enough to secure him the position of a Big Bad Manipulator Who had an Overarching Big Plan Before This Specific Interaction and Knows What He's Doing.

Bc most ppl who call Wilbur a manipulator point to this quote here

“Tommy, literally have you not noticed? Everyone who’s claiming to be on our side, they’re lying to us! Tubbo?! He’s lying to you man! He would drop us at the second he realises we’re not in the lead anymore!”

But like... this is like clearly c!Wilbur having a paranoid breakdown and unloading all the stress fear and worries that got progressively worse during pogtopia to c!Tommy. c!Tommy def didn't have tools to handle that and like shoudnt be expexted to but its not manipulative?? Of c!Wilbur?? At all??

Like the only two instances that i remember that like can be called manipulative is maybe this??

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing important. I just wanted to say that- I think you can come back from what you’ve said, you know. I’m just saying now, there is a chance that you could be President, you know, you could be- you could definitely get an executive power in the remains of L’Manberg. You could definitely be a leader of that, I have no issue with that. But, you need to understand that you’re gonna have to get on my good side, and I, you know.”

And the recent stone collection thing with c!tommy?

Im asking bc i can be blantly missing something but? I dont think i am?

- Music Anon!

Music Anon, you're back with another interesting topic!

Okay so I may have another perspective than most on the "Then let's be the bad guys" scene because, as I've said before, I have paranoid thoughts, so, for me, it's much much easier to put myself in Wilbur's shoes in that moment.

So, as far as I remember in Pogtopia, I would coin Wilbur's behaviour as persuasive. He was trying to persuade Tommy to his side, something that Tommy was free to ignore and not accept. Manipulation and persuasion are very tricky to tell apart, because it's two things that are very similar, and you can't tell them apart that easily. You know how all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares? Same thing here. All manipulation is persuasive, but not all persuasion is manipulative. There is a fine line between the two.

I googled it before I wanted to respond to this ask, but from what I gathered, you can tell persuasion from manipulation by these factors: coercion, withholding of truth and intention.

I want to compare Wilbur's case with our most blatant example of manipulation, Dream. Especially since it's centered on the same character, Tommy:

Coercion. The Dictionary defines the term "coercion" as "the use of force to persuade someone to do something that they are unwilling to do". I do not remember any moment in Pogtopia where Tommy was forced to act against what he wanted to do. The way he spoke to Tommy was always open to Tommy rejecting his ideas, which happened quite a lot. It's another thing if later, Tommy, of his own volition, agreed to what Wilbur wanted, like blowing up Manberg at the Festival.

Dream, on the other hand, we see it a lot in Exile. The threats to Tommy's life. The hitting. He was forcing Tommy to stay in Logsted and give up his gear. That's one box ticked for Dream, zero for Wilbur so far.

Withholding of truth. Here I am as stumped as you are. I want someone, who thinks that the "Then let's be the bad guys" scene is manipulative, to tell me where Wilbur is withholding the truth. The President line? this one? [“Tommyinnit, you’re scared that people are gonna think differently of you. Tommy, when I said you’re never gonna be president, you gotta understand, that wasn’t a challenge, that’s true. You’re never gonna be president, Tommy. And I can hear it in your voice, you’re trying sound like you know what you’re doing, so that you can prove me wrong. Tommy, none of us know what we’re doing. We’re fucked, we were fucked the minute we were thrown out.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 19:39)] or these? [“That guy Tubbo? You know? We love Tubbo… but he’s not on our side, is he? Let’s be honest. We act like he is, like, everyone’s always how like, oh it’s crazy how everyone’s against Schlatt.” - (Wilbur’s who are you go away: 1:12:57, 8th Oct)], [“Everyone’s always saying how like, oh it’s crazy how everyone’s against Schlatt. No one’s against Schlatt. Everyone’s pulling the biggest ruse on us. Literally, they’ve got us all by the fucking scruff of our necks.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 17:59)], [“Tubbo’s like, ‘I’ll be your spy!’. And then we’ve got like Fundy who’s like saying to everyone’s twitch chats that he’s gonna revolt against us. And you’ve got Eret giving us fucking potatoes, that say fucking ‘I’m gonna be friends with you’. It’s bullshit! It’s all bullshit!” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 18:09)] Honestly someone tell me where Wilbur is withholding the truth here. I do not see it. He's just stating his opinion. I am someone who was around in Season 1, I watched Wilbur's POV only and I swear I thought too that Tubbo was a double agent for Manberg. I was sure of it. This is just Wilbur laying out his reasons to be paranoid and things he considers as true and his own opinions on matters. Opinions are not lies or truths. Telling Tommy that he will never be President, in his opinion, isn't a lie or the truth. It's just an opinion.

Meanwhile over in Dream's camp... Dream did withhold the truth. He lied about Tubbo's Compass, he lied about the Invitations, all of this he did to get Tommy to his lowest, to make him think that he is his only friend. This is the second box ticked for Dream, still none for Wilbur.

Intention. Here I need to talk about what paranoia is. Paranoia, to me, is a way of thinking fueled by fear. Wilbur's paranoia started because of the Final Control Room. Eret's betrayal deeply affected him, we can see it in quotes like this: [“Anyone caught in the crossfire is caught in the crossfire. That’s how it goes, you know? Eret especially, he is the most clear, the most clear cut traitor of them all. He was a traitor from the very get go. I have no, I have no remorse offing Eret.” - (Wilbur’s who are you go away: 1:41:22, 8th Oct)] Wilbur's paranoia started from a betrayal, therefore, Wilbur's paranoia is centered on people backstabbing him. Of course he would start spiraling into a rant about how everyone is out to get him. Especially after believing his own son betrayed him. So, why tell that to Tommy? Simple, really. I personally do it, too: he was reaching out for support. When I have doubt about my train of thought, I go to someone I trust, and they help me by walking me through it, to figure out if my thinking was rational or if it was paranoia. I think this is what he was trying to do with Tommy, because he trusted Tommy, but also it was an attempt of keeping him safe. I have talked before in my Eight analysis that Wilbur is a naturally protective person. I think Wilbur was attempting in part to shield Tommy from another shock from betrayal, attempt which didn't get across to Tommy. Tommy was and is a teenager and even back then he had his own worries. He just didn't have the resources to help Wilbur, or even understand what he was going through, and he can't be blamed, and while the scene may have been scary for him, I do not think Wilbur had malicious intent with it.

Meanwhile, Dream had malicious intent. He did what he did in an attempt to isolate Tommy, to make him feel alone, so he could swoop in and mold him into thinking he was his friend. This ticks off the last box, Dream was manipulating Tommy, while Wilbur was trying to be persuasive.

While I agree that Wilbur is dipping into manipulative territory with the stone bit, I would say that doesn't make him stand in the line-up of manipulators alongside Dream or Quackity. I do agree however that he is a big persuader and his power lies in how he uses words to convince others to agree with him and join him on a cause (as discussed above, this is not necessarily manipulation). I hope this analysis helped out!

As always, the quotes are from @kateis-cakeis' masterlist of Ghostbur/Wilbur quotes. It’s a goldmine of a resource for analyzing Wilbur and I highly encourage you to check it out.

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Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 9.

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

My arms are open for you look at me now, Baby, if you want you got me. I know you're broken darling I won't let you down, 'Cause baby, I've been waiting for you.

Do I have to write it on your bedroom wall you fool?"

Bedroom Walls by, BANKS.

"Emm... on the behalf of Jasper and myself...I'm sorry." I said Rosalie laughed and turned to me. Emmett flew through the air once again, hitting the ground even harder.

"Don't worry about... Emmett's kinda cocky, it'll knock him down a peg."

"I have a feeling Jasper's going to be brutal today." I saw Emmett walking next to me, rubbing the back of his head.

"No kidding..." He grumbled.

Edward and Bella slinked toward the rest of us, it looked like they didn't really want to be here. I saw the wolf pack a few seconds later, they didn't look very trustworthy.

"They don't trust us enough to be in their human form," Edward said, taking the thoughts right out of my head.

"They came, that’s what matters. Will you be our translater Edward?" Carlisle asked, Edward just nodded.

"Welcome, Jasper has experience with the newborns, teach us how to defeat them." Carlisle explained.

"They wanna know how the newborns differ from us."

"Newborns are the strongest form a vampire can be. You may notice Fleur, her eyes are red as opposed to our gold. Due to how long she's been a vampire they're still red. Her human blood still lingers within her tissues, making her stronger than any of us. Jasper will continue on from here he is more well versed in this than I am." Carlisle continued.

"A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army. But no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are; first never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. The second, never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that and you will lose." Jasper said, he sounded determined.

"Emmett Fleur! You two first Don't hold back on each other." Jasper called toward him. I stood there shocked for a second... I didn't know how in the hell to fight.

"Scared? I would understand...you seem pretty fragile."

"Alright... bring it."

Emmett began to run toward me and I braced myself. He made me drag my knees down into the dirt and then threw me up into the air. I then ran toward him and dodged a tackle he tried to strike me with, I kicked him in the face sending him flying a few feet back.

"Victory belongs to be!" I said, raising my arms in the air.

"Emmett...never lose focus," Jasper said. Carlisle and Edward were up next. I walked next to Rosalie again and whispered in her ear.

"5 bucks on Carlisle."

"You're on, there is no way Edward can lose... he can read Carlisle's mind."

The two ran toward one another, both of them dodging an attack. They then put their hands around each other's necks. Carlisle threw Edward off of him, knocking him back a few feet. I looked and saw Bella staring intently. Carlisle threw a punch but missed, Edward grabbed him by the shirt and slammed Carlisle into the ground.

"You owe me 5..." Rosalie started.

"One more thing," Carlisle tripped Edward onto the ground and held him there.

"Don't turn your back on the enemy," Jasper said, rolling his eyes.

"You mean... you owe me right?" I said smugly.

"Oh take it and gloat somewhere else," Rosalie said jokingly.

I saw Jasper looking over at us, he gestured for Rosalie to come to him. She threw the first punch but he was quick to swing back, she dodged them all and twisted a few feet back. Before she could react she was grabbed by her arms and flipped over onto the ground, she landed with a hard thud I winced. I saw the wolves leave, Jasper walked away, I decided to follow him wanting to end this silence. He stopped when Bella talked to him, I wasn't completely mad I was a vampire for once... super hearing is great.

"Jasper, are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?" Bella asked, I could tell she was alluding to being turned into a vampire.

"Well, your presence alone, your scent will distract the newborns. Their hunting instincts will take over, drive them crazy. Hopefully, your sister won't get too distracted by you." Jasper said, ignoring her obvious hint, and began walking away again.

"Jasper wait... how do you know some much about this stuff?" Bella asked.

"I didn’t have quite the same upbringing as my adopted siblings."

Jasper rolled up his sleeves, bites were littered across his skin.

"Hey, those are like mine."

"They're battle scars, all the work my momma and dad prepped me with was nothing compared to them...neither was the short training the confederate army gave me... not that it was by choice. I escaped the first chance I got." They both started to walked away, I still followed them.

"You ran from the confederate army? Wouldn't you get killed for that if you got caught?"

"It would've been worth it... I never believed in their disgusting opinions on human beings...I wasn't about to partake in it just because I was forced to join them... I got killed either way... due to a certain, immortal...Maria. I just made it to Galveston, I took a short break thinking I got far enough from the base when I saw her... she turned me soon after... making me one of the leaders of her army. I trained the newborns, but after a year when their newborn faze was over I was forced to kill them. I could feel everything they felt, it wasn't until I spared a friend and a mate of his, that I was able to escape from her."

Bella looked bored.

"I thought what Maria and I had was love. But I was her puppet, she pulled the strings. I didn’t know there was another way, till I found Alice and Dean. She saw me coming of course. But, I still felt incomplete. Then she told me a few years back about your sister...my soulmate, no matter how much she pisses me off." He had a smile on his face. I decided to approach him now seeing he was a bit happier than earlier.

"It took me long enough huh?" I said, approaching wearily. Neither Bella nor Jasper said anything.

"I need to talk to you Jasper, alone..." Bella scoffed and rolled her eyes, but left. We stood in silence for a second, neither of us knowing what to say.

"I'm really sorry Jaz... I don't know what happened to me that night... I just got really pissed..."

"Fleur..."

"And I shouldn't have said the things I did."

"Fleur..."

"You have way better control with bloodlust than me trust me!"

"Love..."

"No really...I know I could probably eat a whole town."

"Darlin... calm down please... your emotions are giving me a headache. Trust me, my love, I can feel how sorry you are, you are definitely guilt-ridden."

"I feel so bad..."

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have brought up your bloodlust, you have great control over it."

"No, I don't..." I turned away from him

"What are you talking about?"

"It's true what you said... I almost snapped on my dad a few days ago... he cut himself trying to make dinner, I was so close Jaz... so close." I felt him turn me back around.

"It's going to be fine, you'll have better control of it in a few months."

"I guess I just go mad because you reminded me about the parts I hate most about being a vampire. I can't even hug my dad without getting tempted, it's horrible."

"I'm sorry love."

"You didn't know, if I told you about it we wouldn't have even fought."

"Let's go home Darlin." Jasper suggested, he kissed me a few seconds afterward.

"Yeah... let's go home... I want to make fun of Emmett, we both destroyed him."

"Sounds like a plan love."

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Anon said: I hope I'm not too late to slip in a request! I was actually hoping for a more platonic request with Miche? Just how he would help out a new cadet on his squad or something... Maybe there having a hard time fitting in now that there on a section commander squad or even worried about an upcoming expedition. Miche is one of my biggest comfort Characters and I'm such a shy person lol...I love you blog by the way, it's such a comforting place...🥺

Miche reassuring you that you're enough.

{Miche & reader | tw:none | platonic, comfort | canonverse}

{ "The Interior of the Palm House on the Pfaueninsel Near Potsdam" 1834 by Carl Blechen 1798 - 1840 }

No one can deny that the survey corps had a...certain reputation between the people, for being ruthless, unhinged and not a place for someone hoping for a future.

Their leader is known for gambling with human lives, their strongest has a criminal history record and their most intelligent, does experiments that would put medical student dropout Frankenstein himself to shame.

In short, you'd be crazy for walking there with your own two feet and expecting a crumb of compassion.

You don't go looking for fish in the desert.

You've heard it all, those sayings people keep reciting like a broken record whenever you'd bring up joining the survey corps.

"You'll just end up titan food"

"Why do you want to throw away your life?"

"God your poor family…"

And despite all of that, you still marched on, despite everyone who told you to quit.

Not only did you join and stayed alive for so long, you've even managed to climb the ranks in record time.

So fast in fact that you were assigned to join a section commander's squad after a very successful titan capture mission that earned you a pat on the back from Erwin.

Being pulled from your friends and moved to a new place where you were surrounded by veterans who've been in their positions for 10 years or more, was quite sudden and shocking.

One thing that should've eased your nerves, was the fact it was squad Miche you're being put into.

Anyone in the survey corps can tell you that in comparison to other squads, this was the most...friendly per say, since they prioritised teamwork and coming back alive over everything else, knowing together they're much stronger and willing to protect each other no matter what.

While yes they did have their quirks, it was almost nothing in comparison to Levi's strict hygiene rules and Hange's workaholic routine or Erwin's unreadable intentions.

And yet, you felt unease at the whole situation.

You were clearly "that new cadet" in this old group of close-knit people, almost standing out even.

You wanted to prove yourself, you've done it before to all those people so why is it any different now.

Maybe...because they are actually experienced soldiers this time, and not strangers living in blissful ignorance inside the walls.

Maybe because you feel the growing burden of expectations set on you for being the newest person in the squad, and being put there by none other than the commander himself which would raise some eyebrows if you couldn't deliver.

Uncertainty and doubt began pooling up inside your mind, making you second guess decisions and overthink actions.

And it's not like the squad members were leaving you out, no in fact they were doing their best to include you.

….maybe even too much actually, it didn't help that all of them were outgoing people, it was overwhelming.

Nanaba was an unofficial stand in caption when Miche wasn't around. Having a confident yet compassionate personality made her protective of her teammates, almost like a big sister, earning her a lot of respect.

So much in fact that it would unintentionally intimidate people out of approaching her

Gelgar was a strong believer in Miche, loyal to a fault almost. Yet he wouldn't say no for a chance to relax and grab a couple drinks, being friends with so many people came naturally to him with his mellow personality and overall friendliness.

Maybe a bit much too friendly? That personal boundaries were often crossed without him realising it.

Lynne was a good balance between the two, she was considerate of others feelings...even so much in fact that she tended to sugar-coat almost everything.

Thomas and Henning were close with each other, both serious and determined. But maybe because they were so used to each other that dealing with new people became...strange, for conversations with them resembled an awkward dad attempting to check on you but not actually putting much effort to understand.

Meanwhile, you were a reserved and shy person.

It was a miracle that you managed to get a group of friends in cadet training that stayed with you throughout the years, but now after being transferred it was all turned to dust.

You have to start again, meet people again and talk to them while wondering if they actually like you or are pretending to be nice because they don't wanna come off as rude-

On top of that, Erwin seemed to keep an eye on you after your last mission, silently conveying the trust and expectations he's putting your way, to not fail him and show you're worthy of this special treatment.

It was too much, too overwhelming and draining.

Dread and uncertainty loomed in the corners of your mind, only metastating in size as the date for the new expedition was announced.

To add fuel to the fire, apparently everyone seemed almost...excited or nonchalant for going out there again, like this is a mere walk in the park as they began making preparations and training.

Were you the only one that felt nervous? Oh god.

Your legs felt like they were weighted down by stones as you stared at the large board in front of you, a white sheet signed by the commander announcing next week to be the date of the expedition, several names listed below for who'd be required for service.

Your name was at the top, even with a line underneath it. The fact it was in cursive didn't make it any less gut-wrenching.

The chatter of people around you, discussing the plans and joking with each other, began blurring out at the back of your mind.

The weather seemed colder as shivers ran down your neck. A rolling feeling in your stomach making your throat tighten, your own voice inside your head was the only noise you could hear.

All those thoughts and worries creeping from underneath the dark corners that you've been pushing them into all this time, like a swarm drowning you in their "what if" and skepticism, full of doubt and illogical pessimism for worst case scenarios.

Thoughts that aren't even your own joined them, ones you never had and knew weren't true and yet amidst the storm it was hard to tell the real from the ones passing through.

You know you're capable, so why…

Are you capable?

Yes…

but are you really?

...

And how are you even sure?

Before it could pull you deeper into that hole of despair, something snapped your attention back to reality, a hand nudging your shoulder.

"You really didn't hear me huh." The voice came from behind you, a tall figure stepping closer till you were in his shadow.

Miche looked at you with a tilted head, his lips pressed into a thin line as his eyes bore into you like he's attempting to guess what's going inside your brain.

You've been too lost inside your mind you didn't notice that you were the only one left standing in front of the board.

From the way Miche's shoulders fell after reading your expression, eyes softening after glancing at your name on the sheet, he was quick to catch on.

Before you could say something to save your face after being caught in this state by none other than your new captain, Miche just told you to come with him, making sure to walk beside you، protectively staying close that no one on your way would interrupt.

Passing the corridor leading to his office, you gave him an uncertain glance as he simply gestured for you to continue walking for whatever unknown place you're headed to.

Soon enough the buildings and stone streets faded the further you went on, grass and dirt roads taking its place.

It wasn't a long walk per say, but more of a secluded area that took both of you some turns in seemingly shady alleyways to reach.

You couldn't hear the horses or soldiers walking anymore, only the soft flowing of the nearby river.

The tall grass barely reaching below your knees, some ladybugs crawling on top of the scattered daffodils in-between, the closer to the river cliff you got the taller it became.

The first thing Miche did, wasn't explaining to you why you're here, or what exactly he was after.

No, he barely said a word even, only taking in a deep breath as the wind had the courtesy of pushing his bangs back, eyes finally in clear view now.

Gaze meeting yours, he gave you a nod, a gesture to do the same thing.

You reluctantly took a deep breath.

He smiled.

Both of you sat by the river, he gave you his jacket to sit on.

As the silence grew between you, even while it wasn't the uncomfortable kind, it was clear he was struggling to phrase something, the right words just not coming to mind.

Turning his body towards you, he finally said, "how about i just..listen, let it out.".

It wasn't easy, you can't just pour out your heart to your superior.

Not to mention the military wasn't a place for weakness, could you really openly admit to your worries?

Well, yes you could, because it isn't weak, it takes great strength to face something scary and admit to it.

It's strength that got you this far.

How could you ever mistake vulnerability for weakness?

Keeping true to his words, Miche didn't interrupt you as you slowly opened up about what's been troubling you.

He patiently listened, occasionally humming for you to go on whenever you'd lose track.

And by the end of it, after you poured out all your frustration, sadness and worries, it felt...like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

Miche looked at you with understanding in his eyes, as if he himself has been in this exact same position years ago.

...and maybe he was, considering his behaviour wasn't what's socially common, he would've definitely stood out back before he had the respect of being a captain.

He isn't a man of words, for actions spoke much louder.

That's why he became more attentive from that day on, offering to help you train, giving you a smile whenever you passed by and sitting near you whenever his squad were gathered so he'd ask for your opinion on plans or simply share looks whenever they began joking with each other.

He didn't attempt to make you change, instead he made changes to accommodate you.

You're part of the team and he made it clear.

And while he couldn't give reassuring words, he certainly gave his time and energy, paying attention to you, reading your moods and listening whenever life becomes too much.

Maybe he saw his past self in you, and wanted to give you all the comfort, attention and care he wished for back then.

Even if it was mere hugs and shoulder pats that he could offer, he knew small things can make changes overtime.

For him, it's not getting rid of your stress that he was attempting to achieve, no, for life is full of stress.

Instead, he wanted to offer you ways to deal with the stress, to acknowledge it as it is and be heard, to be understood.

Because while stress will pass either way, it didn't mean it had to pass painfully.

You weren't alone, he made sure of that.

Maybe he got too attached, maybe someone might say he's giving you special treatment, maybe Erwin would give him a backhanded comment every now and then.

But since when did Miche pay attention to these things?

Well...he can't deny he might be giving you more break days than the other Cadets, larger food portions and even most of his time.

But he won't justify himself to anyone either, he doesn't have to.

Because after all, there really isn't any ulterior motives behind his actions, they were as simple as they came.

It was pure genuine care, the type that makes someone want to protect a person and watch them grow healthy.

The type that made him offer you a thumbs up after each training session, a proud smile on his face for how much you're learning.

Maybe some slight teasing about how if you keep this up, you might even replace him as the second strongest one day.

And while he said it with a joking tone, the hopeful pride-filled look on his face told a whole nother story.

you're not sure if it was a joke or a promise.

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Cinderquil

Word Count: 4900+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Fluff/Friendship

Characters: Cinder Fall, Cinder’s Pokemon

Summary: Pokemon AU. Ever since they were young, Cinder's only Pokemon has been her starter, Ella the Houndoom. She is proud of her position as her Trainer's sole companion and sees no reason for anything to change, thank you very much. So when Cinder brings home a new addition to their team, Ella's world is turned abruptly upside down.

Warnings for implied/reference child abuse and animal abuse

Inspired by this art by @astoria00!

~0~

Ella, like her Trainer, had no concept of downplaying her own importance.

She considered herself the paragon of partner Pokemon. Ever since she was a little Houndour, tripping over her own paws and barely able to cough out a flame, she had always done her best to look after Cinder. The girl she had grown up with was whip-smart and strong, as hotblooded as any Fire-type, and Ella would follow her commands without hesitation.

That being said, she didn’t always understand what was going on in Cinder’s head. For instance, coming to this unfriendly and unfamiliar region on the orders of that shadowy organization. Sure, the safe house they’d been provided was comfortable, a small and cozy cabin in the woods, but, Ella wondered, at what cost? She had been alone for hours.

Ella watched the thick forest around her with all the alertness of a hunter, gnawing at the large Grumpig ear she had been given. It was not hard work, guarding the cabin while Cinder was out on her mission, and it was clear that Ella was better suited for the job than Talonflame. The Flying-type had been lent to Cinder by her new leader for easy transportation, and while the supercilious look in his eyes got Ella’s hackles up, she didn’t feel threatened by the new addition. Talonflame was, if not temporary, nothing more than a utility.

Ella was Cinder’s only Pokemon. As for Ella herself, she disdained the company of both humans and other Pokemon alike. None of them had ever done anything for her: all she needed was her Trainer.

It was growing dark, and she could smell impending rain in the air — not unusual, in this awful cold and wet region — and was glad when she caught Cinder’s scent alongside it, growing steadily closer. She did not move from her spot on the front porch, but her ears perked up and her gaze homed in on the speck of red in the distance. Small as it was, it stood out against the dark greens and cloudy greys that surrounded them.

Ella didn’t scramble up and run to her as she would have in the past — she had learned professionalism alongside Cinder as well — but her shoulders relaxed and her barbed tail flopped back and forth against the wood. Finally, her Trainer was home and things were the way they were supposed to—

Wait a blasted minute.

What was that?

“Hello, Ella,” Cinder greeted her as she stepped out of the trees, as if everything were normal. “Did you miss me?”

Ella jumped to her feet with a furious bark, the Grumpig ear clattering down the stairs. Her tail stood straight out and her head reflexively jerked up and down, showing off her horns to the tiny, dirty, squirming thing that Cinder was carrying into their house.

To the Cyndaquil’s credit, she got the picture immediately. She didn’t even try to flare up her back before emitting a loud squeak and attempting to leap out of Cinder’s arms, presumably to scurry back to whatever hole in the ground she had come from.

Unfortunately, instead of coming to her senses and letting it go, Cinder held Cyndaquil tighter, close and protective. After a few seconds, she curled up timidly against her chest.

“Shh, relax, it’s okay. Ella’s not going to hurt you.” She narrowed her eyes warningly at Ella as she walked up the stairs and into the cabin. “Ella is going to be a nice girl and hear me out.”

No, Ella damn well would not. Not without standing her ground and making her case. She followed Cinder inside growling and bristling.

Once the door was shut behind them, the one Pokeball at Cinder’s belt burst open, and Talonflame flapped across the living area to his perch next to the fireplace. His beady black eyes watched them with unusual interest, and Ella resented the sense that she was putting on a show for him.

What’s gotten into you?! she barked at her Trainer, who had begun trying to coax Cyndaquil out of her defensive ball. You said all you needed was me! Why would you do this without even asking me?

True, all Cinder could hear was “Houndoom Houndoom Houndoom Houndoom,” but after all this time, Ella knew she was getting the gist of it.

“I realize that this is sudden,” Cinder began, her tone deliberately calm and even. “But I couldn’t exactly leave her there and run back to check with you. And we can’t just toss her out now that I’ve brought her here.”

Ella snorted. Very convenient for both of them. And how soon can I expect to be replaced? Was I that shameful of a starter?

With her free hand, Cinder reached over to grab a towel from the kitchenette and started rubbing the dirt from Cyndaquil’s damp fur. She let out a muffled squeak at the sudden touch, but didn’t uncurl.

“I expected to run into some people while I was out, that wasn’t the problem. There’s plenty of towns and cave systems around these mountains to look through. I didn’t plan on actually battling anyone, but apparently somebody on the trails had something to prove. One of those rich boys — you know the type, of course.”

Yes, they had met more than enough of those in their time. One of Cinder’s new teammates even seemed like one all grown up, complete with an equally smug Toxitricity by his side. Ella didn’t relax at all — in fact, her shoulders tensed up more — nor did she soften her accusing glare, but she did cease growling.

“So he won’t take no for an answer, won’t even break eye contact, and I decide that if he insists, I might as well teach him a lesson. He had three other Pokemon, and they were high-level but sloppy. I’d bet money that he didn’t catch them himself, that they were gifts or trades that he had no idea how to actually deal with. Talonflame made short work of them, but then — hm?”

Cyndaquil had been starting to lift her nose tentatively out of her defensive ball, and only now that she wasn’t too frightened to think did she notice the running slow cooker and containers of Pokemon food on the counter. The realization made her pick her head up and squeak loudly, and the smile that broke out on Cinder’s face was of the sort that Ella hadn’t seen in years.

“Are you hungry? I know, you’ve had a long day...” She dug around in the box of PokePuffs — not strictly belonging to Ella, but who else’s would they be? — and pulled out a Basic Spice to offer it. “Here, you can have this, can’t you?”

Cyndaquil sniffed the treat, and gnawed at it a little, but didn’t move to take or actually eat it. Cinder sighed.

“Well, I had hoped so, but I guess not.”

She gently pushed the treat into Cyndaquil’s stubby arms until they gripped it, and then knelt to set the tiny Pokemon on the floor. Ella tilted her head as she scowled down at her: what was the matter with her, stumbling around like that? Had she hit her head somehow?

Cinder shot Ella a warning glance that, in Ella’s mind, was completely uncalled for. “Be nice.”

Ella huffed, and stalked deliberately closer. Cyndaquil paused in trying to figure out what the PokePuff she held was, and looked worriedly between the human and Houndoom glaring at each other. Once Cinder was satisfied that Ella would not, in fact, rip the smaller Pokemon’s head off like some kind of feral beast, she turned around and started going through the cabinets and minifridge.

“I did beat his whole team, as far as I’m concerned,” she went on with her story as she retrieved the big saucepan and a carton of milk. “All the ones who were fit for battle. But when I held out my hand for the money he owed me, he went purple in the face and insisted that we weren’t done. He pulled another Pokeball out of his pocket, and sent her out. And of course she had no idea what was going on, did you, dear?”

Cyndaquil blinked, puzzled, and nearly tripped over her own chubby legs. Ella’s anger was very quickly giving way to confusion of her own; she knew that the average starter Pokemon wasn’t wildly powerful, to match its equally inexperienced Trainer, but surely they started at at least level one?

“No, she didn’t. I don’t know what garbage breeder they got her from, but she was definitely not ready to be separated from her mother. Even Talonflame backed off.”

Something finally clicked in Ella’s head, and her eyes went wide. She lunged forward, claws clacking on the hardwood floor, to sniff vigorously at Cyndaquil, who nearly fell over backwards in surprise. Under the rainwater and dirt, the scent of juvenile pheromones was unmistakable.

From up on his perch, Talonflame chirruped, amused. It really took you this long to notice? Do you usually growl at baby humans, too?

Ella was too stunned to even bark back. True, she didn’t spend any time around other Pokemon, but she should still have known...

“Obviously this spoiled brat had no business keeping her in his care,” Cinder said, stirring vanilla and cinnamon into the simmering pan. “But fortunately, it was very simple to set up an exchange.”

Talonflame chirruped, amused. Your Trainer throws a mean Mach Punch, Ella.

Cinder smirked at the fresh memory. With her free hand, she reached into her hip pouch, pulled out the shards of a shattered Pokeball, and tossed them into the trash can. Ella heard muffled clinks, and caught a glimpse of a coin purse that definitely was not theirs. Or, well, it hadn’t been before.

“I think it’s about time we start expanding our team, anyway. We’re in service to a very powerful leader now. We should be meeting a higher standard.” She glanced at Ella while digging back in the cabinet for the Vespiquen honey, and amended, “An even higher standard. I know this was a shock to you, Ella, and I don’t expect you to babysit her. But I couldn’t imagine a better example for her than you.”

Well. Ella couldn’t argue with that. She considered Cyndaquil for a moment more, watched her twitch her nose curiously up at her, and then ducked her head down to take the smaller Pokemon’s scruff in her mouth. As expected, she was still young enough that she went limp in her teeth.

Cinder blinked, but didn’t move to stop her. “Ella? What are you doing?”

Ella didn’t respond; she was already carrying Cyndaquil over to the living area. She laid down on the rug, deposited Cyndaquil between her front legs, and set about licking her short, downy fur. She wasn’t sure how Typhlosion mothers usually groomed their young — she barely remembered how her own mother had done it — but this felt right.

Cinder smiled and returned her attention to the pan on the stove. Cyndaquil, for her part, didn’t seem upset, but she was certainly confused.

Who... She was cut off by Ella’s wide tongue sweeping over the top of her head, but tried again. Who are you?

My name is Ella, she informed her, making sure to get the back of her neck. Cinder’s hasty rub with the towel hadn’t done anywhere near enough to rid her of the residue on her fur, and it certainly hadn’t done anything for the scrapes on the skin underneath. I am your teammate now.

Oh. Cyndaquil squirmed around some more until she could look up at Cinder’s back. That lady’s nice. And warm.

Her name is Cinder. She is your Trainer, and you should do as she tells you.

My Trainer’s sleeping on the ground back there, Cyndaquil said with innocent bluntness. I don’t think he got up yet.

Talonflame let out a deliberate, throaty laugh, and Ella shot a warning glare over her shoulder before returning to her ministrations.

You can forget about him, she insisted to Cyndaquil. All you need now is us.

Perhaps it was only because Cyndaquil was too young to fully grasp the reality of her new situation, but she didn’t question it any further. Instead, she settled down between Ella’s front legs and continued to watch Cinder make her dinner, submitting to a thorough grooming as she did so.

Talonflame tilted his head back and forth as he stared down at them. You’ve changed your tune quickly, haven’t you, Ella?

Shut up, said Ella curtly, in between licks. You’re not staying.

We’ll see about that, Talonflame replied, too lazily to be threatening, as he tucked his head beneath his wing for a brief nap. Wake me when dinner’s ready, will you?

Ella made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. She couldn’t find the room to care about that right now. Not when the cabin was steadily filling with sweet and savory scents, when the room was growing warm in the way it only did when the evening chill was falling outside, when there was a sense of comfort settling into her bones that she hadn’t felt in quite a long time.

Not since...ah.

Ella looked up at Cinder, who gave her a knowing smile back. Of course she remembered too.

~0~

It’s only the adrenaline surging through her veins that’s keeping her moving. She just wants to run, run, run, as far and as fast as she can, because if she stops for an instant they’ll catch her and drag her back, but she can’t feel her paws anymore and it’s very quickly not her decision.

The driving rain is already making it hard to see what’s in front of her, but then her vision blurs out completely, and she’s dropped right into a puddle before she even realizes her legs have buckled from underneath her. She doesn’t have the strength even to struggle back to her feet. All she can do is shuffle on her stomach through the mud, inch by miserable inch, until the sore tips of her toes brush rock, leaving behind smears of blood that are quickly washed away.

Her eyes flick upward: less of a cave than a hole in the ground, but she’ll take it. It’s a painful squeeze through an opening that’s just barely bigger than her own body. When she finally manages it, she collapses, lying like a wet pile of fur on the rough stone. Even here’s not really dry — cold runoff drips steadily right into her ear — but she couldn’t move to a better spot even if she tried.

She closes her eyes, the sound of her own labored breathing filling her head. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever get up again, and right now, she doesn’t much care. All that matters is that she’s not moving, that no one can touch her here.

So it takes her a good minute to register the strange scent wafting into her nostrils, underneath the heavy smells of rain and earth: acrid enough to make her nose twitch and fur raise. With a colossal effort, she lifts her head an inch, and finally notices that she is not alone here.

Barely a few feet away, desperately trying to cram herself into the far corner of the cave, is a human not much bigger than her. A little girl, just as skinny and soaked as she is, her amber eyes huge with terror. She wonders what she’s so afraid of — wonders if there’s anything behind her, if she should be afraid too — before realizing.

Oh. This was your hiding place first.

The girl doesn’t seem to have been here long: she’s out of breath, eyes puffy and red, and none of the mud spattering her once-white shirt and pants has dried. She gapes at her for a long moment, before hesitantly scooting forward and reaching out towards her ears.

What ear she has left pricks straight up. She might have intruded on this human, sure, but that doesn’t mean she gets to touch her.

Her hackles raise, her lips pull back, and she snaps at the offending fingers the second she realizes where they’re going. She misses — the girl gasps and scrambles back again, holding her hand protectively to her chest — and her smooth, flat-topped teeth clack painfully together.

“I-I’m sorry!” the girl yelps. “It’s just...you’re hurt.”

She’s fine. So what if her ears and tail had been cut into this awful shape? So what if she’s been robbed of her fangs, and now her claws? She’s still a Pokemon and not some spoiled brat’s toy. Still strong, strong enough to defend herself against one pathetic human.

She growls, but it’s weak even to her own ears. She is strong, it’s either tell herself that or lose hope completely, but she’s running on fumes. If she can’t fight back...if she can’t make them stop touching her...

The girl is doing something puzzling now, and it almost makes her let down her guard. She’s pawing at her shirt as if looking for something, but it doesn’t seem to have any pockets or other affectations. Then after a moment, to her shock, she grabs the one part of it that isn’t filthy, tears a long strip away, then tears that in half with a soft snap.

“Here...” She edges closer, slowing but not quite stopping at her growls. “I — I get it if you don’t want me touching your face. But your paws are bleeding, and...”

She narrows her eyes and keeps her teeth bared in warning: with the combustion pouch in her throat snipped or punctured or even pulled out entirely, whatever they had done to it, a cigarette lighter could produce a bigger flame than she can right now. But she doesn’t have to act like it.

The girl bites back a whimper, the smell of fear still coming off her in waves. “I’m not trying to hurt you, I promise. I just want to help. Please?”

Growls keep bubbling up from her throat, but they’re half-hearted. Against every instinct, she slides her front paws forward. The wounds on her half-amputated toes sting when the scratchy fabric wraps around them, but it’s a small relief to have the bleeding finally staunched.

The girl smiles. “There. Better?”

This close, she can see in the girl’s sunken cheeks and ashen skin how starved she is, spot the jagged outline of a fresh scar around her neck. The faint smell of human blood, not quite covered up by the muck, reaches her nose. Oh. So they really are in the same boat.

She goes quiet, and tries to relax, and is rewarded with the fear-scent steadily receding.

“My name’s Cinder. Do you have a name?”

She heaves a deep sigh in response; she’s never been called anything but mongrel, dumb mutt, dirty animal, and she’s pretty sure those don’t count as names.

“No? I’ll think of one for you, then. Just give me a little bit, I’ve never named anyone befo—aah!”

Thunder shakes what felt like the whole world around them, and they both jump so badly they hit their heads on the painfully low walls. She lets out a whine despite herself, curling tightly in on herself to keep from shaking. Cinder doesn’t look much happier, but instead of recoiling...

“Here...” Cinder mimics her, getting down and snuggling up next to her back on the floor. “I know I’m not very warm, but I should be better than nothing.”

She makes a soft noise of assent. When Cinder slings an arm over her shoulders, hugging her body close and gently petting her flank, it doesn’t exactly make her feel fuzzy on the inside. But it stirs something deep in her chest that she doesn’t have a name for yet, and it’s a welcome distraction from the cold and wet.

“We can stay here until the storm stops. We could figure out where to go together,” Cinder suggests, in a hesitant murmur. “We could be friends.”

Friends. She’s never heard the word before, and isn’t sure what it means, but she wouldn’t mind finding out. She twists her head around and licks Cinder’s cheek, and the girl giggles like she’s never tried to before.

The rain drives down hard and punishing outside, washing away all traces of them. Freezing droplets fall on them from the roof. They’re hungry, dirty, and shivering, with no idea of what they’re supposed to do next. But tonight they’re huddled together, the world outside this cramped little cave does not exist, and for the first time in their lives, they aren’t alone.

~0~

“Dinnertime,” Cinder said, balancing four dishes as she came into the living area. Talonflame stirred and flapped down from his perch to join them as she served the meal: beef stew from the slow cooker for the three of them and warm spiced milk for Cyndaquil.

The baby Pokemon let out her loudest squeak yet and bounced out of Ella’s legs when the dish was set beside her, but stopped short of actually going for it, looking up at them hesitantly.

“Go on. It’s all for you, dear.”

Cinder, sitting cross-legged on the floor with them, smiled as she watched the tiny Pokemon scramble eagerly towards the milk.

“You like it? There’s plenty more where that came from. We’re going to raise you to be big and strong, and one day nobody will dare mistreat you. Right, Ella?”

Ella loyally thumped her tail on the hardwood floor: she knew better than anyone. She knew that she wasn’t the starter Pokemon that every child dreamed about, nor, she conceded, had Cinder begun as the cool and confident Trainer that any Pokemon would want. But still they had fought every day to survive together, to become strong enough that nobody could ever lay a hand on them again.

She had evolved under Cinder’s command, and with evolution the body parts that had been carved away from her when she was young were restored to her. Most importantly, it had given her her fire back, and she knew in her heart that she would never have been able to reach that point on her own.

It was just like Cinder used to say, in the dead of one of their countless nights huddled up together: It’s all right if nobody else loves us. All we need is each other.

That had held steadfastly true for them, from childhood to adulthood. Ella saw no reason why the same could not apply to Cyndaquil, if she herself were magnanimous enough to allow it.

As she gulped down tender chunks of beef, she watched the tiny Pokemon lapping up the milk so earnestly she seemed in danger of falling headfirst into the dish. It had taken Ella a long time to train herself out of scarfing her food down like that, so fast she didn’t even taste it, to be sure that nobody would snatch it away from her now.

Though Toxitricity and Drapion still acted as if they would sometimes, just to get a rise out of her. While she was still small, Cyndaquil would be free to take refuge behind her legs or in Cinder’s arms, but soon Ella would have to teach her how to stand up for herself, and to not roll over for them or anyone else. There were a lot of things the two of them — three, if Talonflame decided to make himself useful — would be responsible for teaching their newest member. She ought to start making a list.

Not that there was much room in her head for that right now. Cyndaquil polished off the milk before the rest of them were halfway finished with their meal, and after licking the dish clean, she looked up and glanced uncertainly around at the three of them.

Now that there was nothing to distract her, it was starting to sink in that she was all by herself, in a strange place surrounded by strange people, with no idea what was going to happen to her next. Ella knew that feeling: the sudden drop in her stomach, the cold spreading like frost over her skin. She remembered. She expected that Cinder did, too.

Her Trainer was watching Cyndaquil intently, and at the first tiny whimper that might have been the prelude to crying, she set her bowl aside and held out her arms.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Want to come here?”

With only slight reluctance, Cyndaquil allowed Cinder to scoop her into her lap. Smiling, she rubbed the tiny Pokemon’s belly with one hand and scratched the back of her neck, just above the incendiary spots, with the other. Cyndaquil let out a series of high-pitched cheeps and squirmed happily in her lap, clearly unused to such affection.

“There, you see?” Cinder cooed, as Cyndaquil twisted around so she could scratch under her chin. “Nothing to be afraid of. This is your home now, with me and your big sister Ella.”

Ella! Ella! Cyndaquil squeaked, delighted. She says we’re sisters!

Ella swallowed a chunk of potato and tilted her head at them. Sister. Another word she would soon be learning to embody.

~0~

The next morning, Ella found her need to pace militarily when impatient at war with her utter disgust of wetness and mud. They had planned a schedule for Cyndaquil’s first full day with them yesterday evening, and it would not do at all to start slacking so soon.

Last night, Cyndaquil had tried to sleep in the corner of the bedroom at first, clearly too used to being shunted out of the way. She had needed plenty of coaxing from Cinder and a commanding bark from Ella to feel safe climbing up onto the bed and letting herself be tucked in between them.

She had slept restlessly, kicking and yelping in her dreams, needing constant soothing to calm down. In the morning Ella had had to drag her exhausted body out from under her blanket, shaking the sleep out of her head. Even Cinder, who had always been a light sleeper anyway, had been rubbing her eyes as Cyndaquil followed her out of the bedroom, bouncing at her heels. Arceus only knew where the little Pokemon had gotten so much energy from.

Ella lifted a paw and shook excess mud from it, her lip curling. Cinder had said that they would only be a minute, it had now been several, and if they didn’t get out here in the next ten seconds she was going to march in there and drag her Trainer out with her teeth—

“Being patient, Ella?”

Ella turned and fixed Cinder with A Look as she watched her coming down the front steps of the cabin, determined not to return her easy smile just yet. She was supposed to have been introducing Cyndaquil to a new Pokeball, but as it happened...

“Yes, I know,” Cinder said, reaching up to steady Cyndaquil as she sprawled happily on her belly, atop her new Trainer’s head. “She does have a new Pokeball now, but I think she likes it better here with us. Right, dear?”

Cyndaquil chirped assent, grinning and swinging her stubby legs.

“You’ll need a proper name soon, too. But training comes first, so watch your sister carefully, now. Ella, if you would?”

Ella gave a firm nod and stepped back, facing the open space in front of the two of them, so Cyndaquil could get a good view of what she was about to demonstrate. The smaller Pokemon, while still idly playing with Cinder’s bangs, was staring transfixed at her. Ella doubted whether she could even muster up an Ember yet, let alone try Flamethrower. Well, then all the better a show for her.

She would never again take for granted how good it felt to flex the muscles in her throat and get her combustion pouch working. It was like taking a gulp of sweet smoke, sparklers lighting just under her skin, as the heat surged up from within her.

Maybe the need to show off to someone younger, which she had never had the chance to do before, gave her some extra fuel: the flames that burst from her mouth burned hotter and stronger than ever, brightening the overcast morning and sending steam hissing up from the puddles before her.

Cinder gave her an approving smirk and some soft applause, but Cyndaquil couldn’t contain herself.

Wow! She took a flying leap off of Cinder’s head and scurried to Ella’s side, mimicking her battle pose. My turn, my turn!

She opened her mouth, throat straining and tail sticking straight out, only to cough up the measliest crumb of flame that Ella had ever seen. It extinguished itself almost as soon as it had been ignited.

Oh, Cyndaquil said plaintively, tail drooping. I...

Ella gave her a nudge with her snout that she hoped was uplifting. Will try again, that’s what you’ll do. As long as it takes. Don’t look so downcast.

“Whatever Ella’s saying to you, she’s right, dear,” Cinder chimed in. “We’re going to become the strongest, but not overnight.”

You do have an advantage. I had to figure this all out on my own. Ella re-assumed her attack position. She would go slower this time, explain the physical aspects of combustion that were innate to all Fire-types, so the little one could better lean in to what felt most natural. You have me to look after you. And when you’re finally ready to be in a real battle, you’ll be far more prepared than the others. Understand?

Cyndaquil nodded very seriously, then mirrored her once more, sparks flying already from her arched back.

Good. Now, watch closely...

#self indulgent pokemon AU is self indulgent #cinder fall #RWBY #pokemon #houndoom #cyndaquil #kaen's fics

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Out of Darkness

Chapter 14

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, cock warming Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

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“What are you doing out here?” You squinted in the bright midday light, the sun reflecting off the snow.

Yona smiled up at you as you joined her and Jacob on the hill. From there you could see the cave, see everything. Rolling hills of white. Had they both been here for the last couple of days?

“Is this where you two have been?” You’d stayed with Rachel and Harvey the last few days, looking after Eva. You’d noticed that Yona and Jacob hadn’t been around much the last couple of days.

None of you had been entirely sure the girl would survive the poisoning. Harvey never left his daughter’s side and neither did Timmy. You and Rachel took turns staying with them, getting them whatever they needed and sleeping in turns.

“How is Eva?” Jacob asked, hazel eyes peering up at you from under the hood of his parka.

Sitting next to Yona, you smiled. “Better. Rachel made an egg for her and she’s actually hungry.”

“Thank God,” Jacob muttered. “Curtis is in enough of a snit.”

Caring for Eva had given you an excuse to put some distance between yourself and Curtis. And you needed it. Your mind played a constant loop of what Curtis had told you, what you Rachel and Jacob had told you. What Nick told you. And Leo…

Your heart hurt because it was difficult to reconcile the man you knew now and who Curtis must have been those early days on the train. Rachel and Jacob had told you how bleak the situation had been those first days. David and Rachel’s daughter had died when her medication was taken. None of them had been given food or water. Fear and panic reigned in the tail-section, the strongest taking what they needed to survive. Taking from each other. Killing and consuming each other.

Even the babies.

You hand drifted to your swelling tummy, the thought that anyone could be pushed to such an act chilling you. The fear Edgar’s mother must have felt…

Curtis had been a younger man then. Not as wise or mature as he was now. Thinking of Rachel’s story, you realized that what Gilliam had done in that moment. The older man had offered up his own arm to save who you realized now was Edgar as a baby. It clearly had an impact on all of them. The sacrifice brought them together. It put Curtis on the path to being the man, the leader, he was now.

It hurt your heart to consider how he must feel as a soon-to-be father with the shadows of those dark days never far from his thoughts. That was true of all the survivors who followed him now. You could see it in the shadows behind their eyes, hear it sometimes in strangled cries in their sleep at night. They were grateful now to have a chance, to maybe have a future.

And most of them knew about Curtis’s history on the train. You didn’t blame them for not saying anything to you. It wasn’t their story to tell. It still hurt that he hadn’t trusted you enough to tell you. It reminded you that weren’t one of them. You were an outsider.

In the darkness the last few nights, huddled with Rachel and Eva, your heart whispered to you. Just maybe it wasn’t that Curtis didn’t trust you. He said he loved you.

Just maybe he didn’t know how to tell you. Jesus, how would you explain that to someone?

“Have you two talked?”

You didn’t miss the hopeful tone in Jacob’s voice. Since your confrontation, you and Curtis hadn’t spoken. You didn’t even know where Curtis had been sleeping. If he slept at all. You’d only seen him in passing.

“No.” Your voice sounded small to your own ears.

“You really need to.” Jacob peered around Yona to make eye contact with you. “Please? I’m pretty sure he yelled at Park this morning. He never yells at Park.”

“He never yells at anyone here,” you pointed out.

You knew you needed to talk to Curtis. But your heart squeezed in your chest just thinking about it.

“You never told me what you’re doing up here.” You changed the subject.

“Keeping watch,” Yona said simply.

It was odd that Yona and Jacob had been given the task instead of one of Curtis’s men. Yona read the thought in your face.

“I can see things sometimes before they happen,” she explained. “Curtis said I was… clairvoyant?”

Your gaze met hers in amazement.

“Was that how you knew that Nick had pulled me to the side at the train?” You remembered the day Curtis had taken you and Yona to look for maps in Wilford’s own train car. Nick had cornered you, the move his last here. The next day they fought with axes until Curtis had bested him, allowing him to leave.

Yona nodded.

“And that’s why you were trying to pull me away from Leo,” you guessed. “You knew what he was going to tell me?”

Yona shook her head. “Not the story… I just knew it wasn’t going to go well.”

You blew out an exhale.

“You know that’s not who he is now, right?” Jacob asked and you knew he was talking about Curtis.

“You knew?” You didn’t even feel bitter about it now.

“I was little when I boarded,” he explained. “I don’t remember it, no. I heard the story later, when I was older.”

Pulling up your hood, you gaze at the snow between your feet, nodding.

“He wasn’t the only one who did it,” Jacob defended him.

“I know.”

“And we – none of us anyway – would be here without him.” Jacob’s tone held a note of pleading. “That has to count for something, right?”

When Yona cut him a look, his hazel eyes grew wide. “I don’t mean you two. I know you weren’t in the tail-section. But you’re with us… Fuck. You know what I mean.”

Guilt bled on your fear and confusion glued it together, leaving your heart aching.

“Thing is,” Jacob went on. “I’ve known Curtis most of my life. Never saw him happy until now.”

You spotted a group coming out of the woods. Curtis and Park were among them. But wasn’t it late in the day for hunting? What were they doing?

“The train crashed, and we all got off it,” you reminded Jacob. “That’s a good reason to be happy.”

“It’s you,” Yona said. “You are why he is happy.”

“You are what he’s fighting for,” Jacob added, pointing to you. “You and that baby.”

Yona’s gaze watched the group approaching from the distance.

You blew out an exhale.

“He wants to talk to you,” she muttered.

“I know.”

“As soon as he finds you,” Yona elaborated.

Your heart raced as you watched the group move closer. If you were going to find somewhere else to be to avoid the conversation Yona saw coming, now would be the time.

But you stayed, shivering as you waited, and you weren’t entirely sure it was just from the cold. You needed to end this stalemate one way or another.

Once the lot of them reached the area just out the cave, Curtis gazed up at where the three of you sat. You sucked in a breath as he headed your way. When he reached your group, his gaze locked with yours. His blue eyes were dark and brooding, reminding you of the first time you’d see him before the Sacred Engine stopped and Snowpiercer crashed. Reminding you of that first night when he took you away from Nick and his friends.

“We need to talk,” Curtis said to you without preamble.

You felt Yona and Jacob’s eyes on you as you rose clumsily to your feet. You didn’t immediately notice that Curtis had moved to your side, steadying you so you didn’t fall. When you didn’t move away from him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders lightly as he walked you down the hill, away from the cave where you’d all been staying.

“Where are we going?” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he didn’t answer. Your heart was flying.

Guiding you around a smaller hill on the other side, Curtis led you to a makeshift tent that had been set up. It was crudely made and not very big, but it looked sturdy. When he held open the front flap, you carefully climbed in. It was empty and you were grateful not to be in earshot of the others.

“Park did this?” you had to ask.

Curtis nodded.

An oil-lamp was lit at the center of the tent inside, the ground covered by blankets. Since you couldn’t comfortably stand in the tent, you sat down. Curtis took a seat across from you, the lamp lit up his face. The pain in his eyes had guilt gnawing at you.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said quietly.

Why lie? You nodded.

“I just need to know,” Curtis spoke slowly, “now that you know everything, where does that leave us?”

Curtis was nothing if not direct. You appreciated that most of the time. Right now, your heart sped up because you knew he was expecting an answer.

Taking a deep breath, your gaze met his. When you didn’t speak, he nodded. You watched his throat work as he swallowed hard.

“You hate me now?”

His question was painted in fear and bitterness. His expression was stoic, but you could sense a storm of emotion beneath the façade. He looked so tired, resigned. Had he slept at all?

Your instinct was to go to him, comfort him.

No. There are some things that need to get resolved.

“I don’t hate you, Curtis,” you whispered. “I never could.”

“Can’t you?” His eyes grew shiny.

You watched him pull off his cap, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he did when he was frustrated, upset. You could feel his misery and you fought to stay where you were.

This was important. The entire time you’d known him, Curtis had some demon from the past chasing him. It whispered to him he wasn’t worthy of happiness, love. You’d just never understood how it could be that bad.

Until Leo yelled the truth at you when you least expected it.

“Curtis, I… I can’t imagine what those first weeks were like in the tail section.” You took another deep breath. “Rachel told me some of what happened. She said they took away your belongings, medications. That’s how her daughter died. She said… there was no food or water.”

The mention only darkened his expression. “Still no excuse for what happened… What I did… David and Rachel? They didn’t do what I did.”

“Tell me,” your tone was pleading. “I want to hear it from you. I don’t understand why you couldn’t trust me… tell me.”

Curtis’s eyes hardened as he stared you down. “You heard Leo, didn’t you? Did you miss the part where he told you that I killed Edgar’s mother? That I meant to eat him as a baby?”

Leaning forward, Curtis shook his head. “Put yourself in my shoes. If you’d done something like that, would you have told me?”

The question stopped you, made you think. You knew you wouldn’t have told anyone if it had been you. You couldn’t have. But Curtis was so much braver than you.

“Did Rachel tell you about the chaos in those first weeks? We were saved from freezing to death, but what was worse? Freezing? Or slowly starving to death? Dehydration. Wilford’s soldiers took everything we had. There were a thousand of us, packed into an iron box. They brought us nothing. As Rachel told you, many died off in the first month. After that, we ate the weak.”

Your heart broke thinking about it. At the same time, you were horrified. You knew all too well how people could change towards you when their circumstances changed. You and your mother were well cared for at the front as long as your father lived and served Wilford. When you father refused to give you to Wilford, he died. When you still avoided Wilford, you and your mother were cast out into the serving class. It was still paradise next to what the tail section passengers went through, but you did understand.

“You know what people taste like?” Curtis’s voice deepened. “I do. Babies? They taste best. And I hate myself for knowing that… I hate the fear in your eyes right now with my baby inside of you.”

Your hand was protectively resting on the small swell of your tummy as he spoke, and his gaze dropped to it. He looked ashamed, miserable.

“That day there was a woman, hiding with her baby. A group of us came after her, knives ready. We killed her… I killed her.”

The admission had him tearing up, reliving the memory.

“We took her baby. And then Gilliam? I didn’t know him, and he was no relation to Edgar. To any of us. He was just an old man who approached us, asked for the knife. We all thought he’d kill the baby himself. No… He cut off his own arm. He told us to eat that if we were so hungry and leave the baby… I’d never witnessed anything like that.”

Swiping at his face with his hands, Curtis fought back tears while you silently waited for him to continue.

“We all put down the knives after that. One after another, people just started cutting off arms and legs, offering them up. It changed everything.” Holding out his right arm, he yanked up his coat and shirt, showing you scars just below his elbow that you’d seen many times before. In the moment, you realized now just what those scars were, and you cringed. “I tried to. I wanted to.”

Your own eyes were filling with tears. Curtis had tried to offer his arm but hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. The failure added to his shame.

“After that, Wilford’s soldiers started bringing us protein blocks and we ate those damn things until we stopped the train.” Curtis stared at the lantern between you as he pulled his sleeves back down. “I started following Gilliam. He was wise and so many times he stepped in when Wilford’s soldiers came for us. He kept things from being worse. I wanted to learn from him.”

“You did,” you said then.

Anger lit up his gaze when he returned it to you. “I did… Then he betrayed us.”

What?

“Hadn’t heard that part?” Curtis challenged you. “When we started the revolution, he sent a group of us on with Mason after we captured her. You remember when we worked our way through the train.”

You most certainly did.

“Andrew and Tanya just wanted their small sons back. They were both killed,” Curtis explained bitterly. “Grey died to save me.”

You thought someone had mentioned Andrew before. You’d never heard anyone talk about someone named Grey.

“Edgar?” you had to ask.

Curtis dropped his gaze. “Edgar died because I chose to go after Mason instead of save him.”

And there it was. Without Mason, Wilford’s right hand, they wouldn’t have succeeded in stopping the train. You knew he wouldn’t have abandoned Edgar without a good reason.

“I’ll never forgive myself for that,” he whispered brokenly. “I watched over him from the time…”

Tears slid down your face. The pain that haunted him, you could only imagine. You didn’t have to ask if he loved Edgar. You knew he did.

“When we reached the front of the train? It was just me, Nam, and Yona left.”

“Nam?”

“Yona’s father,” he explained. “He didn’t survive the crash.”

Poor Yona.

Curtis shook his head. “I confronted Wilford,” he went on. “I learned that he and Gilliam had planned the entire thing. The plan had been to reduce the number of tail section passengers… by seventy-four percent.”

You were astonished, your mind spinning with what he told you. “Knowing that they’d send the soldiers back to the tail and… And you? Gilliam just… sent you up there to die?”

It was a long moment before he answered. Finally, he said, “Not all of us. They’d planned for me to take Wilford’s place.”

You were staring hard at him now. “Wilford told you this?”

Curtis nodded.

“You… believed him?”

“It was something Gilliam told me after we took the water car,” he explained. “He looked at my scars and he told me that there was a lot you couldn’t do with just one arm… hold a woman.”

His gaze met with yours. “When I was talking to Wilford in his car, he reminded me that Gilliam said it… At least I know now why he told me not to let Wilford speak.”

You swallowed hard, reading the pain in his face. “Gilliam sent you, knowing that the others that you looked after… that fought with you would die? How could he think you’d be okay with that? Did he know you at all?”

You didn’t understand. Apparently, Curtis didn’t either. But the bitterness of betrayal weighed him down, had his shoulders shaking as he dropped his head into his hands.

“Gilliam didn’t survive the crash for you to ask him,” you said finally.

“Wilford had him executed,” Curtis muttered. “Before I made it to the front.”

Where does that leave us?

Now, you knew everything. Uncertainty and fear gave way to heartbreak for what Curtis had endured, the guilt and shame that would haunt him his entire life.

You could use it to reject him, set yourself free. You knew Curtis wouldn’t cast you out even if you did take the opportunity to break from him. If not for you, for the child your carried.

And that was because he was a good man who’d faced circumstances no one should ever have to face. He’d faced loss you’d never know about in all his years in the tail section. He’d been betrayed by his hero. Even now, he faced threats from the front-end passengers of the train and what remained of Wilford’s soldiers. From Nick who was from the tail-section like him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. And you were.

You didn’t think he heard you. He sat curled in on himself.

“Why are you sorry?” Tears in his voice. “Look at what I did to you. Leo? Nick? They’re right. I had no right to take you… But I did. I could have just saved you from them, just kept you with Yona and Timmy. I didn’t have to…”

Your heart raced as the meaning of his words hit.

Intensity lit up his blue eyes as he lifted his head, his gaze roaming over you. “I took you because I wanted you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you in that greenhouse car, shying away from me.”

Curtis rolled forward onto his knees, moving closer to you. “I felt I was owed something for everything I’d been through,” he admitted. “I exacted that price from you... I knew I was fucking wrong, but it didn’t stop me.”

You didn’t move as he crept closer to you. You listened with your heart pounding in your chest, every nerve ending in your body buzzing in awareness.

“I should have let you go,” he whispered heatedly, watching you as if he expected you to bolt at any moment. “I should let you go.”

A spike of fear hit your heart at the words. What did he mean by let you go? You realized the deep-seated fear wasn’t what would happen to you physically. Not anymore. Curtis would never hurt you.

No, your heart ached at the raw emotion in his eyes.

“But I can’t,” his voice was deep and rough. “I love you… You’re mine. That baby is mine.”

There it was. It was your moment. Curtis waited, a crazy blend of fear and hope mixing with something darker in his gaze. You could deny him, maybe even be free of him. Now you knew everything from his past.

You still loved Curtis, trusted him. He was the future you wanted for you and your child.

The words stuck in your throat as the tears that never really stopped slipped from the corners of your eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Curtis was on you a heartbeat later. He was all you could see as he pushed you onto your back, into the blankets there. He claimed your mouth with a searing kiss that had you surrendering beneath him. The taste of him, the feeling of having his strong arms wrapped around again you went to your head, had you clinging to him.

His hands were all over you, pulling your coat off roughly. His hand slid under the sweaters you wore, the faintest chill clinging to his fingers. Your lips opened to his as you waited for his hands to slide up to your breasts. No, you felt his touch first at your tummy, his fingers plucked open your pants and yanked them open.

Curtis lifted himself from you, left you panting beneath him. When he dropped his head to press kisses to that small promise tucked within you, to the smooth skin that covered the swell of your tummy, your heart melted.

Pressing his forehead to your bump, Curtis’s breath fanned against your skin.

“I was so afraid I’d lose you.” There were still tears in his voice. “Both of you.”

Your fingers slid into his hair, but he wasn’t moving, his hands smoothing over the outside of your thighs. Your heart raced. You’d missed his touch. So much.

“You didn’t,” you promised him. “You won’t… I chose you, remember?”

That got his attention. His gaze met yours when he lifted his head.

“Even after… everything?” Doubt lingered behind his eyes.

“You were still a boy,” you pointed out. “That’s not who you are now, Curtis. And who you are… is the man I love.”

Roughly he yanked up each of the two sweaters you wore before his mouth returned to yours, fevered kisses that stole your breath, demanded your submission. His tongue danced with yours while a hand slid under you to unhook your bra. Plucking the garment away, he chained kisses over your chin, down to the center of your chest. His hands were rough and greedy at your breasts, causing you to wince.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressed a soft kiss into one soft mound. Your breasts were often sore with your pregnancy, getting larger. “I’ll be careful.”

And he was. The rough pads of his fingers met your tender flesh, a contrast to the heated softness of his lips as they spread around one nipple. His tongue carefully laved the tight peak, tracing it gently as your core clenched, your hips rolling into him. When his mouth blazed a slow trail to the other breast, he pushed a heavy thigh between yours. The pressure against your center pushed your desire higher until your thighs clamped around his, seeking friction.

Your hands roamed over his head, his back. Your fingers clutched at his coat and you sucked in a breath as his mouth made a heated path down to your tummy. While he pressed a reverent kiss there, in the next moment his hands clutched your pants and panties, yanking them down along with your socks and boots.

When you were bared to him, lying there chilled on the blankets, his heated gaze roamed over you. His rough hands slid up over your knees, his fingertips whisper soft on the insides of your thighs making you shiver.

Curtis’s expression was dark and possessive. Yanking at a blanket behind him, he pulled it up to drape over your chest, your upper body, to keep you warm. He shed his coat like it was on fire, before gently wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer.

He wasted no time getting his mouth on you and you muffled the gasp he pulled from you behind your hand.

“No,” Curtis muttered, peering at you over your tummy. “I want to hear you for fucking once… want to hear everything.”

You were so used to trying to keep quiet because of the close proximity to the other survivors that not holding back seemed like a foreign idea. At least at first. Curtis sealed his mouth over your aching core, his tongue wickedly twisting in your private folds. When he teased the pearl at the center of you with soft licks, you whined. When he used his tongue to trace your entrance, darting it in and out of you as he would with his cock, you sang for him. He pulled an uneven chorus of mewls and gasps as he held your hips to the floor.

When his fingers came into play, you were writhing in his grip. By the time his fingers found the space inside you that drove you insane, your wails filled the tent. Your inner walls clutched at his fingers while he relentlessly lapped at your clit.

“Curtis,” you called, release riding you hard.

His only answer was to double down, the pad of his finger massaging that inner space just so while his tongue tormented the bundle of nerves just above it. You screamed as the orgasm lit up your body, hotter than the sun. You thrashed in his hold, wailing and calling out his name. Curtis only went at you harder until the end of one orgasm blended with the beginning of the next. Your hands clutched at the blanket, your breasts. You mindlessly let dizzying pleasure swamp you until you trembled breathless before him.

Rising on his knees, Curtis looked triumphant as his gaze moved over your body, your juices shining on his beard. He pulled open the flannel shirts he wore until the scarred wall of his chest was revealed to you. Your hand slid down your body, your fingers sliding into the flesh he’d left wet and aching.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he muttered, ripping open his pants and pushing them down over thick thighs. His cock was revealed to you, swollen and red. Taking himself in hand, his gaze stayed on the movement of your fingers. “Much as I love watching you do that, I need to be inside you.”

Grabbing your hand, he brought it up to his mouth, his lips and tongue greedily feasting on the traces of you he found there. The next instant you felt the wide head of him at your entrance, his thighs pushing yours further apart.

Curtis hissed as he sank into you. Your flesh stretched around him, your legs wrapping around his thighs trying to make him go deeper, faster. Tired as you were, you needed him to fill you. To make you complete.

“Need you,” he whispered when he’d pushed inside you as far as he could go. His thrusts were slow, careful. “Need you so fucking much… I swear to God if we didn’t have to worry about the front-enders, I’d keep you in this tent for days.”

Planting a forearm by your head, Curtis kept most of his weight off you. The other hand smoothed over your head, your breasts with a gentleness that didn’t match the growing force of his hips.

“Curtis,” you pleaded as he powered into you, thrusts picking up in strength. “I missed you.”

You had. You missed being in his arms in sleep, having him inside you as he was now. Your hands slid inside the shirts he wore, your fingers digging into his back. The play of his muscles beneath your hands, the drive of his hips between your thighs, had you clenching around him desperately. Pleasure rose fast within you as Curtis started riding you harder.

“Can’t hold out much longer,” he whispered into your ear before teasing its shell and lobe with his mouth. “Need you to come…”

You were so close. The angle of his thrusts shifted, seeking. When he began sliding against the space that could take you apart, you were sure that cry was echoing through the mountains.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” His tongue dipped into your ear, his breath hot and moist. “You’re so hot and tight around me.”

Your walls grabbed at him as he moved, fluttering as your release sped toward you. Your thighs locked around him, your nails carved down his back. Your body wept all around his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you hard and fast.

“You’re mine.” His teeth nipped at your earlobe then soothing it with his tongue. Your name was a sob that left his lips as he hammered into you. When his hand slid between you to seek out your clit, you were done for.

You screamed and cried out as orgasm shook you. Curtis’s guttural cries blended with yours as he caged you, his hips driving into you hard and swift until he reached his own end, holding on one last firm thrust.

He rolled you onto your sides but his heated length stayed inside you. Curtis held you to him, pressing kisses over you, wherever he could reach. The harsh rasps of your breaths blended, your hearts pounded together. You snuggled in close to him, pressing your ear to his chest over his heart.

“No more secrets?” you whispered, wanting to know there was nothing else.

“No more secrets,” he replied, holding you tighter.

For long moments, you remained like that. Curtis was quiet. When you gazed up at him, you expected him to be dozing. No. Something was on his mind, for once a small smile played along his lips.

“What are you thinking about?”

His grin widened and his eyes slid close. “This is nice. I can’t wait until we’re done with all the fighting. Have a place of our own in a town or village somewhere.”

That was a happy thought. “A bed would be amazing.”

Rolling you under him, Curtis gazed down at you, stealing a kiss as you felt him shift inside you.

“We’ll have our own house,” he told you, a hand sliding over your tummy. “We’ll have room for all three of us…”

“I could have a huge garden behind it,” you added, smiling.

“Apple trees,” he mused.

Your heart swelled with hope at the happiness that image brought.

“I don’t care where we end up, Curtis” you whispered, speaking from the heart. “As long as you’re there. As long as we’re together.”

Curtis stole another kiss, soft lips caressing yours. “We will be.”

When he moved inside you, hard again, you smiled and held on tightly.

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spiderling-space · 4 years

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Henlo Liho-san~! A new follower of yours uwu May I ask for hcs of how the dorm leaders would react with having an f!s/o who is mostly respectful and polite, suddenly about to throw hands with someone as they may or may not have said or complained about the dorm head they were dating. It was not a compliment in any way or form- I hope I didn't cross over any rules! But if I had to pick 5 out of 7 of them, it's Riddle, Azul, Idia, Kalim, and Vil. Thanks a bunch if you notice this~! Good Luck!!♡♡

Hey yo Nocturne! I know of you from liking I and Brew’s OC (twisted-whimsies): Mozerella Trein and a couple TW related posts of mine.

Prefects and Vice Prefects are exception from character limit.

After finishing this, I realized I wrote something between a ficlet and headcanon. I hope you’ll like it though 💕

My German knowledge is bugging me to write Vil’s surname with ö instead of o yet my order-loving side is telling me to stick to how it’s written in TW

Before I start I’m gonna add a quote from a fandom of mine 👀 one look at my OG blog would reveal which fandom it is.

“Fallaces sunt rerum species”

Meaning: The appearances of things are deceptive

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle can handle himself. At least he could before his overblot episode. No body dared to talk behind his back.

But now he holds back, not using his unique magic frequently anymore which caused some students think he became too lenient and a couple students started to abuse this leniency

Every time someone tries his patience he counts to 10 internally or just ignore them. Don’t get him wrong, he still sticks to rules and makes his dorm follow the rules but he cannot force people to stop talking about him

Today is going to one of the days when he would ignore any bad mouthing because he is with (Y/N), the sweetest person he ever met

(Y/N) already saw at his worst when he overblotted. He doesn’t want her to see any more incidents such that.

He and (Y/N) decided to take a walk in Rose Gardens as a date. Then decided to get into Rose Maze, holding hands strictly for to not get lost.

“Prefect Rosehearts became such a softie. He is no longer fit to be our prefect.” “He never was. Mommy Issues needs to go back to kindergarten.”

(Y/N) and Riddle were in East side of Rose Maze when they heard 2 Heartslabyl students talking which made (Y/N) stop in her track. Riddle tugged her hand to move on but she didn’t budge.

“Riddle, honey, either push away those bushes or I’ll climb over it and have a nice chat with them.”

“There is no need.” — “okay then I’m climbing”

And she did. Riddle didn’t know how but she managed to go to other side of bushes by climbing to them.

“Hey jackasses! Would you like to say that again?” The two students were shocked to see Riddle’s girlfriend jump from above. “Wh- what?”

“I asked if you wanted to say those to my face.” And no answer.

Meanwhile Riddle was on the other side of bush walls, listening what’s happening.

“Did Riddle or did he not manage to increase Heartslabyl’s average grade?” “He did...” “Did he or did he not helped your dorm to have better ranking at Magift?” “He did...” “Did he treat you unfair ever since he fixed how he acted?” “No...” “Then what makes you say he is unfit? Is it because he is more tolerant on rules? Is it because he cares how his dorm mates feel?” No answer again. “I hope you come to your senses now because next time I hear something like this will be the first and last time you taste my wrath. Are we clear?” — “Yes ma’am!”

(Y/N) climbed over the bush again and landed in front of Riddle. With a kiss to his cheek, “Just because you give less punishment doesn’t mean you need to let people bully you. If anyone else acts this way, I’ll have a talk with them.”

She held his hand and pulled him into the maze again. Meanwhile Riddle was still wondering how his girlfriend climbed over a maze’s wall.

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is used to people bad mouthing about him back in his palace. While in Savanaclaw, his dorm mates respected him and didn’t dare to oppose him. That is until they saw his vulnerable side during his overblot accident.

He heard a couple dorm mates say “He can’t do anything by himself.” “Good for nothing.” “All that lazy lion does is sleep.” “He must have lack brains to repeat the same year over and over again.”

He is used to ignoring them and sleeping it off. And his favorite pillow, (Y/N), helped him to dismiss their thoughts.

Leona only asked (Y/N) out because he figured she would be great body pillow. Certainly not her lively and cheerful attitude, nor her bright smile.

Leona asked (Y/N) out for a night date in Savanaclaw. It’s because he wanted to nap in his dorm. It’s absolutely not that Savanaclaw lounge looks romantic at night.

When (Y/N) arrived, she unfortunately heard those.

Leona tugged her arm to lead her to where their date suppose to take but no avail.

“Hold my purse, kitten.” (Y/N) handed her purse to Leona and went where those dorm members stand.

“Hey there is something in your face!” The main jerk looked up “Huh?” Proceeded with a punch to his face. “It was PAIN!” And ended with the guy falling to ground, holding his nose.

“Does anyone else have something on their faces?” The remaining ones shook their head in NO. “Good.” She turned on her heels and went to Leona’s side.

All Leona could do was admire her right hook. He did not think how she wouldn’t feel out of blue in Afterglow Savannah if she were to live there because women in his hometown are strong and fighters.

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Azul Ashengrotto

(Y/N) first caught Azul’s eye when she sat down for 7 hours to read every single detail in his contract and demanded a change in certain conditions. Azul refused to make contract with her then offered her a job in Mostro Lounge.

With persuasion from the twins, Azul gathered courage to ask (Y/N) out. And she accepted.

They often stayed late hours in Mostro Lounge to spend some alone time.

After their quick date followed by closing of Mostro Lounge, Azul walked arm in arm with (Y/N) until the mirror passage. As they were walking, 2 Octavinelle student were messing around.

“Look at me! I’m the crybaby who hides behind two eels!” — “No one is making contract, I’mma cry now!” — “Maybe I can turn my crying into money. I can sell all the ink I cry!” “Nice one dude!”

One look to Azul’s face, (Y/N) understood he would deal with them either personally or the twins would play with them.

Not today Satan!

(Y/N) let Azul’s arm go and slowly approached the duo. “I am (Y/N), you can’t insult my boyfriend like that; prepare to die... socially I mean...” — “What are you saying?”

“I don’t have patience, time nor crayons to explain this to you but I’ll let you on a secret. Sometimes a nasty rumor, which doesn’t have to be true, can ruin someone’s entire school life. Maybe telling everyone your secret wish that you once asked from Azul or you offering a different type of payment to teachers to pass the grade.” — “You can’t do that!” — “I can and I will unless you cut the crap, ask for forgiveness and work for free in Mostro Louge for a week.” — “It’s a deal!”

Azul came to (Y/N)’s side as the two boys run away. Azul once again saw his angelfish using her wits to get what she wants. He knows she didn’t need to do that but he is flattered by the fact that his girlfriend wants to protect him.

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Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim asked (Y/N) out after spending time together after Jamil overblotted.

He is still the sunshine bean that brings smile to everyone’s faces. (Y/N) is as cheerful as Kalim and that’s why he hit it off

Kalim took (Y/N) to another carpet ride as a date. She loves the feeling of wind on her face on top clouds.

As they returned to the dorm, they heard a couple students talking.

“I don’t care what Jamil did. He was right! Kalim is unfit to represent us. After he became prefect, we became the last at everything.” — “How many Kalim can change a light bulb? None because he is too idiot and too incapable to change one. Hehehehe”

(Y/N) saw tears building up on Kalim’s eyes then she snapped. She made carpet to fly over them in law altitude then she jumped down in front of them. “Surprise motherfuckers!” Before anyone can understand what happened. (Y/N) kicked the one that made bulb joke between his legs then held and twist the ear of the other two. “You have 10 seconds to reconsider what you just talked. I suggest not to waste time.”

The trio tried to dismissed what they said but the glare they received made them comply. “Prefect Kalim, we are sorry to make fun of you.”

Kalim as the personification of sunbeams forgave them. Then turned his attention to his beloved. He was impressed by how she jumped down and was ready to protect him without any hesitation. He never thought someone as kind and happy person as her could hide a fighter in her. Not going to lie, he loves seeing this side of hers

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Vil Schönheit

Being with Vil is exhausting. Don’t get her wrong, it’s not him (Y/N) is complaining. It’s the people around them.

(Y/N) started paying more attention to her appearance

(Y/N) was waiting for Vil to get ready, sitting on his bed. Vil had free time that day and they were going out.

As they went out of the room, whispering ensued as always but this time, for the first time, a Pomefiore student bad mouthed about Vil.

“He is compensating his wretched personality with his looks!”

Vil isn’t someone to care opinions of a no-mark but (Y/N) is

“Hold my earrings, my love.” (Y/N) took out her earrings and handed them to Vil. “I’m going to snatch his wig!” — “He’s not wearing a wig...”

“I take it you weren’t burned with overabundance of schooling. You think you’re a Gucci but you’re not even Lacoste. Now apologize before I think your face needs a makeover.” — “Gucci? Lacoste?” — “And I suggest hide your jealousy better. You can’t get near Vil as a fan and you try to make up for it by talking about something that you have no idea on. Honestly I am jealous of people who haven’t met you.”

(Y/N) waves back the boy, going back to Vil’s side then putting her earrings again.

Vil is quite pleased what has occurred. Not only he saw how (Y/N) can destroy someone with just words but he also saw a glimpse of what she thinks of him. Maybe he should hire some people to insult him so he can see this side of hers again.

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Idia Shroud

Idia tries everything he can to stay in his room but there is an anime con that he and (Y/N) are going so he needs to get out of his room.

Idia and (Y/N) dressed up as his favorite anime couple.

Idia left his room voluntarily without any compulsory reason! It became a quick hit topic in Ignihyde.

Idia and (Y/N) went to anime-con and Ortho tagged along to record the ordeal.

They had to return early because some drunk in the con spilt juice on (Y/N).

So they returned NRC then Ignihyde. Ortho left for somewhere as Idia and (Y/N) walked in Ignihyde lounge.

“He doesn’t even go Dorm meeting but doesn’t have a problem with going a stupid con! Idia is an embarrassment to Ignihyde! All he does is play games and ramble about them!”

(Y/N) coughed gathering attention from the group.

Idia freaked out by being in highlight, hand pulled his chest, eyes widened.

“Baby, get behind me.” (Y/N) stepped in front of Idia and strutted to the Ignihyde student that was shit talking. “Pick a God and pray.”

The boy gulped. “Wh-What?!”

“Did I stutter?”

“I don’t know what—“ He threw his hands to air in frustration. (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, twisting and pulling his arm. The momentum caused the boy to fell face forward. (Y/N) still holding his arm twisted, “Now, dear, you’ll apologize and promise that you’ll never speak of Idia that way. Then get out of my face or else..” — “Yes ma’am!” The boy did as he was told.

Idia couldn’t guess in a million years that his goody two shoes girlfriend was capable of pulling this stunt. What he saw right now made him think the fighter beautiful ladies in anime. It was like a dream come true for him.

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Malleus Draconia

People feared Malleus for a really long time that he couldn’t remember anything else.

People avoided and tend to talk behind his back yet those didn’t reach insult level.

Who was stupid enough to dare that?

Malleus asked (Y/N) if she wanted to explore Diasomnia dorm and hear about the gargoyles of Diasomnia.

Of course she would love it. She loves when Malleus goes on about gargoyles for hours. And she is the only member in his club. Plus nightly strolls are their dates.

“He has no friends and no body loves him. For goodness’ sake, his intimating aura makes rest of dorm unapproachable! Can’t he just be gone already!?”

No genius is needed to know who that Diasomnia student was talking about.

Malleus’ mood turned sour immediately. He could curse that boy but this would only prove those wretched rumors.

(Y/N) finds Malleus’ sulking face extremely attractive (he is too attractive to be real) but no one has any right to upset her beloved.

“I’m about to end this man’s whole career.”

“Dear, wait me here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Off (Y/N) went to defend Malleus’ honor.

“Hi there! Couldn’t help but hear you. Have you ever thought you have no friends because you’re an ass?” — “Who do you think you are? Oh it’s you.” — “It’s me Mario!” — “Huh???”

“Now now, let’s talk shall we? All you do is complain yet you don’t do anything to improve anything. You hold others accountable when you fail while there is no one but you to blame. You’re so wrapped in your tiny bubble that you can’t see outside world. That’s what small minded people do. Whoever told you to be yourself simply couldn’t give you any worse advice.” The guy was left speechless, gaping like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth or else you might swallow a fly.”

(Y/N) went back to Malleus side, winking at him. His heart skipped a beat, thinking this was such a queen act. Defending her beloved with her words. To be fair, Malleus finds everything (Y/N) does a fitting trait for a queen, the way she rambles, snorts, breaths, smiles...

Malleus only wishes he met (Y/N) ages ago.

#riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #prefect #female reader #headcanons #heartslabyul

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feralnumberfive · 3 years

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The Rewatch Academy: Episode 4 of Season 1

“Man on the Moon”

I am in no way a good analyst so my little analysis and speculations probably sound a bit goofy or pretty wild and probably mean nothing at all. Everything I put into this post about each episode is purely what I noticed or thought, whether it’s funny or serious. I will be making jokes, so please just leave it at that (in no way am I trying to make fun of an actor and or character!) I am also in no way saying I noticed this stuff first. This is just what I noticed while rewatching these episodes

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☂ So at that point Luther had already been alone for about five years (due to his siblings leaving when they were 18 or even 17 according to Diego), and by alone I mean he did’t have his siblings with him. I’m not counting Reginald, Grace, or Pogo because I’d imagine they weren’t the best company. There was a two year gap between Luther getting the serum and then being sent to the moon. He had already been “alone” for five years before he was sent away to be completely alone for four years. He hasn’t had really any social/outside interaction besides going on missions for almost ten years, which means Luther is an awkward dude and he hasn’t been a true leader because he hasn’t had anyone to lead. I don’t think people really realize this and I think that’s where some of the hate towards him comes from

☂ We see that Luther looks into Allison’s and Klaus’s bedrooms as he makes his way down the hall, and I’m willing to bet he did that for all of his siblings. Makes me wonder how many times the siblings went to Five’s room to visit it or to even check with hope that he had come back

☂ I wish I could ride my bike around my house and chug a gallon of milk :[

☂ I can’t believe that Reginald still made him wear that leather battle suit 💀

☂ Why are there posters of animal anatomy in the infirmary?

☂ Apparently it takes between two to four months to grow a full beard, so that’s about how long Luther had been lying there

☂ *suffers through the Allison and Luther scene*

☂ “HoPe I wAsN’t BeInG tOo LoUd”

☂ Vanya and Leonard were really sweet in the beginning. Screw you Leonard

☂ It’s really sad that not one his siblings notice that Klaus is gone. Not. One.

☂ Are you telling me that Klaus and Five are certified freaks? At least I’m sure that’s who Cha Cha is referring to, or maybe it’s Luther

☂ I tried looking up tortures in Trinidad to see if Cha Cha was referring to any specific event, but I think it’s just a random thing in the show

☂ It’s only when Diego mutters “The boy” that it reminds him either of Five’s superhero name “The Boy” or his new appearance as a teen again so it finally clicks in his head that that’s who the mystery kid is

☂ Diego admitting that he doesn’t really know how to process his feelings!

☂ He’s very protective of his family and that’s something that I love about Diego. He doesn’t know who Hazel and Cha Cha are but all he knows is that they are searching for Five for some reason and that his siblings almost got killed last night

☂ Five doesn't realize the suffering that he’s putting his family through at this point since he’s only focused on finding who’s responsible for the end of the world. It’s ironic that he’s doing all of this to keep them alive and safe and yet him not being with them almost got them killed. Five buddy, you should have included all of your siblings from the start no matter how much they annoy you

☂ Also where has Five been this entire time? He left the van at night and now it’s the next morning. He’s been following the guy but why did it take him so long to corner him?

☂ Ope, and there’s a continuation error! When Luther takes his arm out of Five’s dresser, he takes part of the wood panel with him. When it cuts back to Diego talking there’s just a fist size hole

☂ “We barely got out with our lives.” Okay but where were you, Pogo?

☂ It’s funny how quickly they revert to child-like shame when Pogo scolds them. At least they still respect him I guess

☂ Is Hazel eating potato chips with ketchup?

☂ I think one reason why nobody notices that Klaus is gone is because none of them saw him that night during the attack. They possibly assumed he already had left the Academy??

☂ Looooove the “Shingaling” scene. They are straight up vibing

☂ I don’t know why Luther was frustrated with the van door being locked. It’s not like he could rip the door off or anything.......

☂ I have a two questions here:

Why did Diego know where to find Five based off of the book? Sure he saw that it came from the library, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll be there

Wouldn’t Luther and Diego have seen the smoke coming from the Meritech building? Unless they left immediately and weren’t able to see the smoke even though they probably were still in the vicinity when it began to burn

☂ Five is holding the man’s arm to make sure that he doesn’t get away (hard to tell in the pic below though). He needs that sense of security that this lead isn’t going to escape his grasp, but I’m sure that if he were to run he wouldn’t get far when you can just teleport after him

☂ I got a nice pic of Five (also the dude on the bike that was riding behind Five as he runs up in this shot just does not care that this building is on fire)

☂ When it shows Five on the ground, it at first starts off with light and slightly comedic music before it quickly switches over to something dramatic. I always thought it was funny that they play the light stuff as we see Five just laying there 💀

☂ You can see just how quickly Five’s face changes from shock to disbelief and disappointment as his only lead is literally blown away from him look, you can pinpoint the exact moment his heart breaks. Also Five definitely would have had hearing issues since we can see that the windows on the building behind him were shattered. He’s staring into your soul....

☂ There’s nothing really significant about this at all, but Whippets are racing dogs and in the comics Five goes to watch a dog race at one point

☂ “I hate sprinkles.” Hey, me too!

☂ I love that Griddy’s is still open despite the damage that was done to it

☂ Diego left home at 17 (which is illegal so I wonder if he was emancipated or maybe Diego ran away and Reginald didn’t care to look for him) so I wonder if the others left when they were 17 too or if they waited until they were 18

☂ Luther I don’t really think you’re one to talk about being “grown up” my guy. In fairness none of the Umbrellas know how to be fully functioning adults, not even Five who’s about twice the age of his siblings and is almost a senior citizen

☂ “I stayed because the world needed me.” Hey that was basically Five’s reason too, but more so for getting to see his family again. Anyways, like brother, like, uh, brother!

☂ "And things are never gonna go back to the way they used to be.” You sir just predicted the next week(s) (and technically years in the 60s) of your life and the lives of your siblings! This also applies for what happens after those weeks/years, but we haven’t gotten there yet but it’s certainly not the way things used to be!

☂ How was Luther upset enough that he wanted Diego to stop talking after he said something genuine and a bit sad?

☂ This whole relationship talk isn’t exactly relatable......

☂ He’s just chillin’

☂ Reginald can ✨perish✨ Oh wait, he already did

☂ Here I am taking any little scrap and running with it, but when Five says he’s going through puberty twice does that mean that he didn’t get his aging altered by The Commission? In the comics, Temps Aeternalis/Commission stopped Five’s aging but here it sounds like that didn’t happen. Since we haven’t heard anything about Five’s DNA in the tv show we don’t really know much about his aging alteration either. I think that they really do have to leave that part out due to Aidan himself, who is a growing teen, and for the fact that they would need to come up with an excuse for Five’s aging (Aidan already looks different in S2 and he’s taller too). I wish they would bring this stuff up in the show!

☂ Five deflects answering the question of what he’s the best at most likely just because he’s just distracted but also possibly because he doesn’t want his brothers to know at this point

☂ First the feral chimp smile and now this

☂ Five actually sounded serious when he was talking about how many people he has killed and how he’s the ”Four frickin’ Horsemen” which is more so an exaggeration but it still shows us that he views himself as dangerous and powerful. He revealed this to them while he was drunk, even though they don’t really understand, but I wonder if Five ever actually planned on telling his siblings what he did and how much blood he has on his hands. I feel like he would have told them after he had saved the world from the apocalypse, but yet again I could also see him brushing off questions in relation to what he just said to Luther and Diego to hide his past from his family

☂ ✨”Little Psycho”✨

☂ As eerie as all of those ghosts are, it’s a really neat scene

☂ It’s not really meant to be funny, but Klaus denying the duct tape just reminds me of a little kid refusing to go into timeout

☂ I guess Cha Cha got out through the door next to the bathroom when Klaus was banging his head on the table?

☂ It’s a shame that Patch died right away, I really liked her

☂ Klaus, where you’re going really isn’t any better

☂ It’s sweet that Diego puts Delores down gently and doesn’t just toss her somewhere. Even though she’s a mannequin, Diego knows that she means something to Five

☂ Well Luther I think it’s pretty self-explanatory what he meant. You just need more context

☂ Diego: *signaling that someone, possibly a threat, is approaching and to be alert*

Luther: 🕴👁`👄’👁

☂ Even if they did think that Klaus had left the Academy before Hazel and Cha Cha attacked it, it’s sad that it took them this long to think about him

☂ Luther patting Delores is so cute

☂ Say it with me kids, “Patch deserved so much better!”

☂ My heart breaks to see Diego so heartbroken and upset, especially when he says “I gotta go, okay? I can’t be here when they come, okay?” Ugh, that gets me

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