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See The Road You're On

Elks Chapter 1

Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up. Chapter Rating: T. (Nothing explicit for the first few chapters.) Chapter Summary: The man you've had a crush on since he showed up to Jackson just so happens to be your favorite student's father... and he just saw you do a brutal face plant in front of his home. Chapter Warnings: Outbreak mention, timeline editing, reader has anxiety, reader trips and falls, Joel bandages her knees, SO MUCH softness. Words: 5,300 A/N: Whoa! Hi! Welcome to the first chapter of Elks, my first multi-chapter fan fic. I'm excited for you to meet my reader, and come along on the adventure of her falling in love with Joel Miller. This reader and Joel are in my previous work, Golden Walkway, so you know that later down the line things get REAL good between them. I'm selfish and need super comfort reads about Joel, so except this to be quite soft with very little angst. 🫡

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“Caring Is Creepy” - The Shins

The world ended the day after you bought your homecoming dress, a long deep forest green sequined sweetheart a-line gown. Chosen by you because the neckline perfectly showed off your prized gold daisy pendant. The biggest issue of September 26, 2003 was turning in your biography of Renoir for AP English and remembering to grab your guitar out of your locker after art club. Little did you know that as you walked home after school with your headphones on and your guitar in hand, you were hearing the last lyrics that you’d ever hear before everything changed.

“Hold your glass up, hold it in

Never betray the way you’ve always known it is

One day, I’ll be wondering how

I got so old, just wondering how”

Twenty years later, hardened by life in the Denver Quarantine Zone and gently softened by your now comfortable life in Jackson, you’re still waiting for your first dance.

Life has always revolved around art and music for you, never allowing anything to take away your creativity. You create for yourself using art as a way to soothe your thoughts and anxieties, you create for the Settlement of Jackson to give back to the town that has given you a good life for the past five years, and most importantly you create for your students at the school you’ve taught at since your arrival. 

Teaching was never your idea for a career, much preferring the company of animals to kids. You always planned to escape your small Colorado mountain town and move to Denver to attend veterinary school… then the cordyceps came for everything. You did find your escape in Denver, though it wasn’t to grow up and find new friends and learn new things, it was to survive… everything and everyone else gone besides your protective neighbor Helen, your school backpack, and art club messenger bag. 

The fifteen years spent in the Denver QZ tried to steal your colors and mute your songs, joy becoming more difficult to find as each year behind those giant iron gates passed. The only happiness being supplied by your small group of friends and your students in the desolate school you spent ten years teaching at, only working there because you were young and still remembered most of your high school education. 

You arrived in Jackson five years ago. Taking the opportunity to leave Denver happening when Helen’s sister made contact, the two of you escaping through the wasteland of the world for a better life up north.

Now, your life has color, supplied by the paint you make or what the patrollers bring you back.  Your life has music from the CD player in your house and your guitar you strum. Jackson has filled your life with so much purpose, your weekdays spent teaching your impressionable students, your Satrudays spent working at the library you run by yourself out of your classroom. Yes, it's comfortable here, you spend your evenings with your mismatched art supplies and song book, but once the moon sits high atop the mountains, your nights are spent alone with only your cats Ripley and Penny in your small cottage. Laying in bed every night you try to silence the thought that there’s nobody in your life who creates beautiful things for you. Too many nights you find yourself thinking about the man that lives down the street from you… Joel Miller. 

He’s so intimidating, beautiful and caged off, like an art piece you’d pay admission to be able to stand near. The most handsome face you’ve seen, soft and full lips always hidden under a frowning mustache resting below his large hooked nose, his brown eyes always focused forward in thought underneath his furrowed brows. Dark brown wavy hair matching his eye hue with gray streaks painted throughout. A strong and broad body hidden underneath his tan flannel lined jacket, tall and big, so big, somebody you’d imagine was born a protector. His hands, also large to match the rest of his features, capable hands that you can tell are efficient of any task you ask of them, thick yet dexterous and handy. His skin golden toned, born that way and bronzed by years spent outdoors. You sketch him in your notebook, your precious pages being depleted by trying to master the lines on his face. Maybe you could get the minute details if only you could stop being so afraid of the feelings he stirs inside of you.  

You’ve been enamored with Joel since he first showed up to Jackson, your life, and everything you’ve tried to avoid for years, being upended by the presence of one handsome stranger. Walking into the Tipsy Bison to drop off some extra shoelaces and push pins for the community swap basket, your eyes dart over to the long communal table where Maria and Tommy are seated with two strangers. Your first spot a small teenage girl with a tight pony tail and a tattered sweatshirt talking animatedly with her mouth full. Sat next to her bent over a plate of stew untamely clutching a fork is a man with a curly mess of graying hair and a permanent scowl plastered on his handsome face. You note his strong jaw as he chews his food, his eyes stare straight forward void of kindness, you wonder when was the last time somebody created something beautiful for him. You know then he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, so intimidatingly sized and looming even in his seated and hunched stature. You quickly flit over to the corner where the basket is and deposit your items. You turn around to head back to your home when you notice the handsome stranger looking at you. His eyes dart away and you make your hasty retreat out of the tense room. You go home that night and write a song about a once warm and inviting cabin sitting in the woods now cold and desolate with tattered floor boards and a cracked window.

That girl you see at the Bison with him, Ellie, shows up in your class the next week. She quickly becomes your favorite student thanks to her love of art and her smart mouth. She’s always eager to learn in the mornings before heading out with the other older kids for patrol and community training. She doesn’t shut up about your handsome stranger, Joel, he’s from Texas, he’s grumpy, he hates scrambled eggs. He’s not her father, but he’s her protector, everything she tells you makes you think about him more. 

Sometimes you’ll pass him on the street, always tucking your head down and continuing to your destination eyes planted on the ground. One night you see him with Tommy at the Tipsy Bison in the corner drinking whiskey, your eyes staring unblinking before you realize how anyone could look over and see the way you’re ogling, quickly making up a reason to your friends why you need to head home. Seeing him stirs up so many foreign emotions inside of you, but you like the rush. You like having your little crush, as long you can keep your distance from him.

“Jeez, what were they thinking when they named those bands? The Shins? The Strokes? The Yeah Yeah Yeahs? Did every band just pick a random word and put The in front of it?” Ellie questions as she peruses your CD collection while you grade papers. With training for the older students cancelled due to the Winter snow outside, Ellie decides that you needed company.  

“Seems like it, doesn’t it?” you answer. “I’ll have to play them for you one day, those were some of my favorite bands when I was your age.”

“Really? Wicked! I’d love that!” She excitedly says smiling at you. You return her smile, happy for the bond that the two of you share. 

You look back down to continue grading papers as Ellie returns back to your CD book. “Joel loves music too, wonder if he’d like any of these,” Ellie mentions not noticing how your pen pauses at the mention of his name.

“I’m sure there’s something in there for everyone,” you tell her as you stand. “I think we should get going El, before the sun sets. You go head home while I close up the school.” 

“Okay, thanks for letting me hang with you, this was really fun,” she says as she grabs her backpack.

“Of course El, see you tomorrow morning.”

“Bye, teach.” 

As you watch her happily stroll out of the room, the thought plants in your head that she’s only a couple years younger than the age you were when the outbreak happened. You know she’s in good hands with Joel, but you also want to hold her closer and nurture her.

Winter turns to Spring and the sun stays up longer, allowing patrollers a better chance to scavenge and bring their finds back. There's a wish list posted in the Bison above the communal basket. Residents ask for a broom, a TV input cable, a glue gun, crayons, other utilitarian items to help make life easier. You think about writing down the one thing you wish for the most, a new CD player. Your prized possession finally spinning its last song a couple of days ago making your home much quieter without your constant companion of music. The irony not lost on you that your just as old guitar lays silent against the wall, the crack on the neck finally breaking from overuse and rendering it useless. You don’t write down your main wish, instead writing down that the school needs chalk and you need a new oven mitt.

“Thought I told you not to touch my stereo kid,” you hear the deep timbre of a Texas accented voice behind you. It causes your heart rate to rise and goosebumps to spread along your body. You freeze in your seat on the floor as you try not to let your internal panic show. Joel is home. Of course he’s home, this is HIS home and you’re in it breaking HIS rules listening to your favorite mixed CD on HIS stereo system that’s much grander than your pitiful broken CD player. Why did you think this was a good idea?

“I know! Relax! I’m being active in the community like you asked me to,” Ellie responds as you both turn your heads to look up at him. His deep brown eyes bore right into yours, he gives you a half smile as you stare back at him mouth slightly agape. Joel Miller is in Joel Miller’s house with you. 

“This is the teacher I told you about, her stereo broke and I know how important music is to her… kinda like how it is to you… I invited her over so she could play me some of her stuff,” Ellie reasons as you start to pack your backpack up and stand. 

“Mm,” Joel grunts out before turning to you and reaching his hand down. “Nice to meet you, I‘m Joel.” 

His big hand envelopes yours as you softly grab it to say hello. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries. I really appreciate her offering to help me. My stereo broke a couple days ago and she knew it upset me.” You nervously stammer feeling like a 13 year old in trouble again as you begin to fiddle with the gold daisy chain around your neck.

“Don’t worry, about it, please,” he urges looking over at Ellie, “I can of course look past it kid if it means you’re getting out of that damn garage.” 

“She has way better music taste than you have old man. None of that twangy sad music you like.”

You start to feel antsy as Joel crowds the small space around you. 

“Thank you for this, Ellie, I really appreciate it, I do need to head out though, I promised Helen I’d help her at the Tipsy Bison.” You’re not due for another hour but you can’t fathom the idea of being in Joel’s house with him inside.

“Oh, okay. Well, you’re welcome back whenever you want, right Joel?”

“Uh— of course. S’pose any friend of Ellie’s is welcome here,” Joel hesitates with a smile, his deep brown eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Thank you again Ellie, I’ll see you tomorrow, make sure you bring your notebook,” you say as you turn to walk out the door. 

You smell the distinct woodsy smell of Joel’s house on your clothes and you hope it’ll linger for awhile. You almost trip when you realize you’ve left your favorite mixed CD in Joel’s stereo.

Weeks pass, and the weather gets warmer. Your mixed CD is now a victim of your inability to be anywhere near Joel. Either Ellie decided to keep it for herself, or Joel's decided you don't want it back. It's actually kind of a nice feeling, like old times when you'd forget a CD in your friend's car or in your locker over Winter break. It's not like you have anything to play it on still, your house is still silent, save for the purring of your cats or whatever song you can hum to yourself.

It's a day hotter than usual in the Spring and all you can think about is getting home and taking a long bath after helping out at the community garden. Your hurried footsteps pitter patter against the warm asphalt in front of Joel’s house. Your heart always begins to race as it comes into view, once in awhile you'll get to steal a glance of him leaving for patrol at the same time you're heading to school, you like those mornings. Today you’ve certainly lucked out. There he is, in his yard working on repairing a broken fence post. Your steps begin to slow as you see him set the hammer down, wipe the back of his hand across his sweaty brow, and stretch his back. You panic at the sight. The thought of him seeing you in the state you’re currently in, skin all sweaty and covered in dirt with your hair a mess. You pick up your pace not seeing the divit in the road. A trip and a fall ends with you landing hard on your stomach and knocking the wind out of you. You can just make out the sound of heavy boot steps over the noise of you gasping for air.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you okay darlin’?” Joel asks as he bends over, his broad body looming above you. “S’alright, s’alright, breathe.”

You look up at him, and notice how the sheen of sweat against his skin makes it glow almost golden, the freckles on his neck underneath his gray t-shirt more prominent in the sunlight. You’ve never seen him without a jacket or flannel, and now you get to see how his biceps strain the fabric of his short sleeves when he reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You can’t tell if you’re still panicking from your fall or the stress of Joel seeing you as pathetic as you think you look. He called you darling and you feel like a fool. 

“I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m okay.” You gasp out as you try and stand up before it hurts too much and you let out a whimper from the pain. 

“Hold on, hold on, there’s no need to rush, you took a mighty fall. Ya’ got a big cut on your knee, let me help you.” 

“No, no, I’m okay really, I… I’m really okay.” You try to calm yourself, losing terribly against your raising embarrassment.

“S’alright now, I have some peroxide and bandages in my house, Ellie’d kill me if she knew I left you injured.” Joel implores as he reaches his hand out. "I want to help you, come here."

“I— okay,” you grab his hand, “I— don’t want to bother you.”

“Now, I’ll have none ‘a that, come on.” Joel helps you stand and steadies you with an arm around your waist, the adrenaline of being as close to Joel as you are now making the pain fade. 

You slowly make your way up his walkway, Joel's hand splayed against your stomach, your head close enough to feel the dampness of his sweaty shirt against your cheek. The realization not lost on you that now you're headed back into his house for the second time.

“Here you go,” Joel says as he helps you over to his couch. "Just relax for a second, I’ll go grab everything."

You take a look down at your bare legs, marred by dirt and gravel bits mixed with your blood. Nice job, one knee doesn't look good at all.

The last time you were here you were far too anxious to focus on anything besides Ellie and the music coming out of Joel's stereo. Your solitude now allows you a chance to look closely at Joel’s living room.

For somebody with so many stories swirling around town about his gruffness and irritability, his home sure is warm and inviting. Wood carvings on shelves, a couple of old sports magazines stacked on the coffee table, a chipped owl mug sitting atop a book on the side table next to a chair. Very domestic and comfortable for a single man and his adopted daughter, you like it.

Your eyes roam along his walls, pausing where you spot a painting of yours hung up near the front window. How did he get it? You’re sure you traded it to Tommy for a small flask of whiskey a few months ago. 

“Don’t have any large bandages but I got a gauze roll,” Joel startles you as he takes a seat on top of the coffee table across from you. 

“That’s my painting?” You question aloud surprising yourself.

Joel turns and follows your eyes to the small piece of paper on his wall. “S’good. Had a painting like it above my bed before… everything. Saw it on my brother’s wall and asked him if I could have it. Reminds me of my old home and my life before… everything.” The last word coming out as a huff, like he still doesn't know what word to use for the last twenty years.

“They remind me of home. I was always drawn to painting the wildlife I grew up around,” you say as your eyes remain on your painting. “Herds of elk used to live near my Dad’s home in the mountains, I used to hear their calls during the mating season.”

“S’nice to remember those small moments, and I guess your painting helps me.” Joel admits as he delicately lifts one of your legs up into his lap, your attention returning back to the reason why you’re here. You feel the soft strength of his thighs cradle your leg, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest, you rapidly breathe in and out hoping he blames your panic on the threat of the peroxide. 

“S’gonna sting,” Joel says as he tips the bottle and pours the clear liquid onto your knee. Your breath catches in your throat as it hits your sensitive kneecap. Joel bends forward and gently blows on your wound, you suppress a whimper feeling slightly dizzy when he glances up at your face. “Doin’ alright?"

You nervously chew on your bottom lip and nod. “Yes, sure, yes,” you mumble, “I-I’m okay it just hurts a lot to move them.”

"That asphalt is a sucker," he gently reassures as he picks up your other leg and places it on top of his lap.

“S’bouta sting again,” Joel warns. 

The peroxide lands on your knee as you still try to control your breathing. You focus your thoughts on the burn and not on Joel’s fingertips resting against the depression on the back of your knee. You’re sure your lightheadedness is only from his touch. He blows on the peroxide as it bubbles again,  your heart skipping a beat when his deep brown eyes meet your eyes. You sense that he knows exactly why you’re responding the way you are. His brows furrow as he picks up the bandage, focusing on the task at hand, lifting your knee higher to begin wrapping it.

“Place a finger here so I can wrap your knee,” Joel instructs you, his direction just as gentle as his touch. “Let me know if it’s too tight for you.” His hand tightens around your knee as he uses his other hand to slowly unravel the gauze around your leg. “How’s that?” He asks as he places your wrapped leg back on the floor and lifts your other leg higher to start on it.

“Feels good, thanks,” you say as you bend it back and forth.

“'Course.”

You place your finger on top of the other bandage without Joel asking, he smirks at your help as he begins to wrap the gauze around your other leg. 

“I’d try to take it easy the next few days, give you a chance to heal,” Joel utters as he tucks the gauze in and smooths it down. 

“I know, I will,” you say as you move your leg out of Joel’s hold and put it on the floor. “Thank you, again for all of your help. You really didn’t have to.”

“Please, you don’t have to thank me. Like I said, Ellie’d kill me if she found out I left you hurt in front of my home,” you both share a smile at the mention of her name. “She sure talks about you a lot. Should be thanking you for giving her a reason to love goin’ to school. I’m thankful for you being there for her.”

“She’s one of the best parts of my day," your cheeks heat as he secondhand compliments you.  "I love having her around, she’s always so eager to learn."

“M’glad to hear you like her as much as she likes you. She's always showing me some new art way she learned from you or talking about a band she wants to hear that you told her about.”

Your smile grows as you hear how much you matter to Ellie, especially spoken out of Joel’s lips. “I didn’t know I meant that much to her. She’s a special kid.”

“She is.”

You both nod and smile at each other, the moment turning more awkward as you both maintain eye contact. It feels like he’s looking at you under a microscope, as you softly clear your throat.

“Well, I should get going, I’ve already taken up enough of your time. I really appreciate everything,” you cut the tension as you start to stand from the couch.

“S’no problem at all.” Joel quickly gets up and places a hand on your back to help you steady yourself while you move towards the door. 

He opens it and helps you down his walkway, still keeping a hand on your back. You glance over at his abandoned tools strewn across the lawn. “I hope I didn’t keep you from finishing your fence.” 

“I’ll manage. Take care of yourself.” 

“Thanks Joel, you too.”

You try to walk as confidently as you can towards your home as you feel his eyes follow you. You’ve never been so thankful to see your little cottage, escaping behind the protection of your front door.

That night you paint another photo of an elk, this time with golden toned fur and deep brown eyes. 

Saturday mornings are always busy for you, never allowing you the luxury to eat pancakes at the mess hall like everyone else on the weekends. Usually you're always turning to the left while everyone takes a right heading to breakfast as you're rushing towards the schoolhouse to start setting out books for the library. This Saturday you’re moving slower thanks to your injured knees and the large box of books that patrol have brought you from their runs. 

“Mornin’," Joel says as he quickly heads towards you from the mess hall exit. “Lemme take those for you.” 

“Oh, Joel, hi,” you pause in your tracks as he stops in front of you and grabs the box out of your hands. “You really don’t have to take—"

“None ‘a that,” he shushes as he effortlessly lifts the books higher. "Where are we going with these?"

"Oh, just over to the school house for the library."

Joel nods as you both head towards the school, Joel slowing his gait to walk alongside you.

“How are the knees doing?”

“A lot better, thanks.”

“Glad to hear.” 

You fish the key out of your pocket, unlock the door, and let Joel follow you down the hallway to your classroom. 

“Just right in here. You can put the box on my desk,” you say as you turn on the lights on.

He walks in and places the box on your desk. You notice the way his eyes roam around the bright mural on the wall you’re currently standing in front of. “Wow,” he says moving his eyes to yours. “I haven’t seen something like this in a long time.” 

You smile at him then turn and face the mural. “Goodness, thank you. I just finished it a couple of weeks ago. I really wanted to make sure the kids had something fun and colorful to focus on while in my class. It was hard working in this plain room.” 

Joel slowly walks over and places his hand on the cold cinder block wall. “Bluebells. Texas’ flower,” he faintly whispers.

You watch him as his large finger traces the outline of your painted indigo petals. You feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to see such gentle tenderness coming out of such hard and strong hands. You remember how delicately he touched you as he bandaged your knees. You realize that there once was softness surrounding all of Joel, the permanent grimace and rough reputation for him brought on by the harshness of the world he now lives in.

He feels your eyes on him and turns to you. “Where you from?” he asks, curiously gazing into your eyes.

“Colorado… I was in the Denver QZ.”

“No, where were you from before everything?”

“Sorry, still Colorado, just more in the mountains,” you say focused on the columbine next to the bluebell. “Florissant to be exact. It’s a little town famous for dinosaurs. My students love to hear all about dinosaurs. I was very lucky to be where I was when everything… happened.” You grab your daisy chain and hold it between your fingers as you look over to meet his eyes focusing on you. 

“S’a nice state. Went skiing there once as a teen, had plans to go again before… everything.” Joel turns to focus in on the bluebells again.

“Big of a Texan to compliment Colorado,” you joke as you grab your library supplies from your desk.

He smiles a genuine smile, forehead wrinkling as he chuckles and shakes his head. “Good one. Did y’know you forgot your CD at my house?” 

“Sorry about that. I figured Ellie just decided to keep it for herself. I don't mind, not like I have anything to play it on right now”

"I ended up listening to it. S’different music than I listen to but it's good. Had your name written all over it in Sharpie, forgot all about mixed CD’s.”

“I know I’m really fortunate to still have my CD’s, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost them,” you say as you begin to place down your hand painted placards on different desks. 

“Can I help you?” Joel asks as he watches you work. 

“If you’d like, just pick up a pile of books and put them on their respective tables. Children’s, Mystery, Romance, Non-Fiction, Sci-Fi, Miscellaneous.” 

“You do this by yourself?”

“Usually, I sometimes have help but I think everyone here works so hard during the week they like their slow Saturdays, I can’t ask them to give up sleeping in.” 

“Hm. Sleeping in. Must be nice. Can’t do such a thing. Ellie would sleep all day if I allowed her.”

“You’re right,” you say grabbing more books. “Must be nice. I’m wide awake at 5 almost every morning.”

A soft chuckle from Joel's mouth makes you hide a smile, you like when you make him laugh.

“I take it with a title like ‘Burning Tenderness’ it goes in romance?” Joel jokes. You like it.

“Well, I’d fire you on the spot if you placed it in non-fiction.”

The two of you expeditiously work around each other setting up the library finishing a half hour before its opening. 

“I’ve never gotten done this early before. This is the third time you’ve helped me this week,” you say as you sit on the edge of your desk giving your aching knees a break. “I feel like I owe you something. Is there a way I could repay you for your generosity?” 

“Those bluebells you painted,” he pauses and breathes out, “do you think you could paint some ‘a those for me on a wall in my house?” This is a new look for him, shyness, as he focuses back in on the mural behind you.

“Oh wow. I’d love to. I can start it anytime. Just let me know when you’d like me to come over.”

“D’you want to come over Monday after you’re done at the school? I told Ellie I’d spend the day with her tomorrow.” 

“That sounds good,” you reply not believing your luck that Joel Miller is inviting you over to his house.

The two of you are stuck again in a silent agreement. Both of you not knowing what to say, yet also okay in the shared quiet.

“Should probably head out and start my day. Taking this as payment for my work today,” Joel says holding up a book.

“‘As I Lay Dying?’ Didn’t pin you as a Faulkner fan,” you say as you open your logbook to note the title down.

“Liked the horse on the cover.” 

“It’s a good book. Enjoy it Joel.”

“See you Monday. Good luck today.” 

“Yes, Monday,” you respond as you try not to smile too hard. “Thanks again for all your help.”

“'Course,” he says as he stands in the doorway, his large form taking up most of it. 

Back home after a busy day you sit in your favorite chair and your cats on your lap and sketch bluebells until you fall asleep pencil in hand. 

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Chapter 2 will be posted within the next week. Obviously I’ve edited the timeline a bit. In my head, Joel and Ellie never went to Colorado. I know, I know, but like I said, I’m being selfish and want Joel to have his happy ending. If you’re looking for angst and/or conflict, this is not the fic for you. This is the story of Joel Miller’s ideal life after the past 20 years tortured him. Also, for all you smut nuts (!!!) chapter 5 or 6 will be explicit. I want them to take their time because once they sleep together, all bets are off.

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Give Your Heart a Break - Chapter 2 Tomura Shigaraki x reader series

You can find chapter one here

Notes: So I want to clarify that in this fic, a major theme about Tomura's story is that he suffers from a lot of untreated mental illness. I'm representing him as someone who's undiagnosed Bipolar, but also experiences symptoms that boarder schizophrenia, such as the voices he hears and he'll eventually have a psychotic episode at some point in this story. I know this feeds the "Bipolar and psychotic people are evil" stereotype, but I have these mental illnesses and see Shigaraki as someone who could very much have untreated Bipolar disorder (type 1 specifically), regardless. Most anime characters aren't written to be bipolar lol but I have a list of reasons why I think he has the potential to be. Maybe I'll make a post about it someday.

Summary: Tomura is so goshdarn determined to find his lil gamestop crush and thanks to him conveniently seeing her debit card he casually stalks her on the internet

Warnings: 18+ minors don't interact, cliffhanger, mildly dark content, internet stalking, creepy Tomura, Tomura and y/n only talk over the internet in this chapter, i wrote Tomura's thoughts but it's not from his direct POV. They are highlighted in blue, like in chapter 1 Tomura hears voices and sometimes they can be nasty - they are highlighted in red, soft Shigaraki, very scott pilgrim kind of humor, edgy and derogatory humor at one point (used ironically to mock people who say them seriously), Tomura has his English dub's voice (pre Paranormal Liberation Front), not proofread yet, I wrote this while I was stoned af

Notes About Reader:

everything from chapter 1 applies

she/her pronouns

relatively active on social media but makes content private

reader is a WEIRDO

I made the reader's username mine lol

As said, she's very based off of me

reader experiences unspecified mental illness and has been to a psych ward in her past

she laughs very easily

"*your full legal name*"

Tomura considered the possibility that you may have been using someone else's card or that you didn't go by your legal name, but he was sure it was a decent place to start. His heart was racing so hard to find out who you were. He wasn't sure what struck a chord in him when he saw you. He supposed it was cuz you're pretty, but he really didn't know anything about you other than you're spooky, you like anime, and you like his hair.

He immediately started searching for your name on his phone. It wasn't hard to find your Facebook, though your privacy settings didn't let him see much other than profile pictures. You seemed somewhat outgoing from they pictures you posted. There was a directory about you online, and he guessed it was you based on your age and location (he saw your location on FB lol). Now he knew your address..

the internet is so nice to him sometimes :)

It took him a little bit of digging but he found your other socials outside of Facebook. All private, though. Fuuuck.

Fuck it, follow.

Tomura never showed his face on his socials and never ever ever put his name. You wouldn't know it was him.

"But now she has to approve it :("

*bugsinmybrain accepted your follow request*

:)))))

Tomura swore that he felt as if he had unlocked a fucking treasure chest. You were so very flashy, that's for sure. A lot of pictures of you, decorated with some cute stickers that were edited in, or surrounded by anime dudes.

"Tenko"

"Fuck off."

From what he could tell, you were a geek. Very nerdy and interested in things, though that wasn't a bother to Tomura. He was a fan of a lot of shit. You were also very pretty. He then stumbled on some posts you'd made about heroes. How you thought their system was corrupted and that they'd neglect people and dismiss those who they thought were worth sacrificing. Mmm, you're speaking his language. You didn't appear to be any kind of villain, you couldn't be so outgoing on the internet if you were, but you were certainly feisty.

He wanted to message you. He knew it would be weird and he didn't want to creep you out, but god he wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know more about you. To be honest, he really wanted you to give him your undivided feminine attention. When you spoke with him at GameStop he felt warm. Love at first sight? Possibly. Is he that much of a fool?

His social anxiety made him almost want to watch you outside your window before messaging you online anonymously. rrr.

"whatever."

him: hey, do you remember the blue haired guy from GameStop?

you didn't answer for two hours.

Tomura tried to not care if you responded or not but he was boiling hot and itching anxiously, wondering if you had actively ignored him. But you didn't unfollow or block him, he checked many times.

her: omg yea

!!!

him: is your name (y/n)? that's what your card said. sorry thats creepy af but i kinda wanted to talk to you so I looked you up.

He wasn't even attempting to not be a stalker at this point. What else was he supposed to say? There's no way to cover the fact that he has a crush on you or something.

her: yea that's me. i noticed you peaked at my name so it's ok lol. what's your name?

"fuck"

he wasn't supposed to say anything like that online. He's a piece of shit, yea, but a part of Tomura didn't want to lie.

"Tenko"

That's a name he heard often. For the last couple of years he began experiencing frequent auditory hallucinations. Hearing "Tenko" was one of them. Sometimes they'd tell him to stop or scream at him or strangely enough, they'd be calm and nurturing to him. It drove him crazy sometimes.

Whatever.

him: Tenko

her: why did you want to talk to me?

him: that's an awkward question

her: why?

him: i guess it's not. you look cool and said shit about hating heroes. is that a good enough reason?

her: LMAO

i suppose

him: do you play any video games? I saw you go to the anime section...

her: i play but i'm not very good at any of them

"of course she isn't"

him: what games do you play?

her: league of legends

him: omg are you kidding me?

her: no

him: do you wanna play with me? like. right now?

her: sure??

score.

You were trash at league. But somehow it was charming seeing you try your best, though your efforts were very frugal. Normally seeing someone so bad in his game would make Tomura pissed but he gave you a pass. At the moment, he was more worried about getting to know you than the game itself. So he tried all he could to get you to talk, he loved your voice.

"I'm going to assume you're very new to this?"

"Yea."

"How new?"

"I've been playing for maybe 3 months."

"That long and you're still shit?"

"I know I suck," you say defensively. As if you could hear the things in his head.

"You kind of do, not going to lie."

It wasn't long after that you got essentially gangbanged by three enemy players with no attacks given back.

"FUCK"

The loud cussing in his headphones made Tomura jump, but he couldn't help but start to chuckle violently.

"Feisty bitch ain't she?"

"She wants to suck your cock."

"Shut up..." Tomura growled under his breath.

"Did you just tell me to shut up??" You ask, though chuckling while you did.

"What? No, no. Sometimes I just have really bad thoughts that come out of nowhere. I have to like.."

"Tell them to be quiet?"

"yup."

"I've done that. Like actually, though. I'll just start thinking of the most wacked out thing, and it comes out of no where. Sometimes I knock on my head to get rid of them, hah."

I guess a spooky looking gal like you being mentally ill wasn't a surprise to him. Your ability to relate to his situation was still comforting, though. Especially because he almost expected you to get uncomfortable when he told you about having "bad thoughts." Some girls may think a freaky looking dude like him having "bad thoughts" meant that he was some homicidal villain.

oh wait

"Really? I've had it happen to me all my life, but for the last two years I've like...heard voices, I guess? Sometimes the thoughts aren't even thoughts, they just happen. And I'll hear them, in voices that aren't mine. Also forget all of that, I'm normal and you're very bad at league."

The giggle that erupted from you shot an infestation of butterflies inside his chest. You seemed to think he was very funny, which is something that frankly turned him on. Throughout your call he was able to make you snicker from saying the dumbest shit. He prayed you weren't just faking it.

"It's ok. You'd be surprised how common that is. Doesn't make it any easier though, I'll say that," you reply, hoping to ease his nerves. You could tell even over voice call that while he spoke very easily about his hallucinations, he had a level of shame for them.

"No. It doesn't. Who made you a psychiatrist, anyways?"

"My six stays at the psych ward maybe," you retort.

"sexy."

"Excuse me, Tenko?"

Oh right. That's his name right now. Fuck, he wanted to see you in person. He felt like he'd be able to be more of an open book that way. He'd still need a story though, fake name or not. You probably thought you were just talking to some geeky gamer boy with blue hair and possible schizophrenia, but little did you know, you were talking to a facilitator of multiple acts of mid-level terrorism. Hey, but if it was all in the name of "Fuck Heroes" maybe you'd still laugh at his jokes.

"Sorry that wasn't very feminism of me was it?"

"No, it wasn't" you said as you wheezed in laughter.

"You like my edgelord jokes, don't you?"

You kept laughing, now somehow he had pulled a couple of snorts out of you too.

"fat pig."

"Want to take a trip to 2016? I bet Leafy would love to make fun of autistic 12 year old's with you."

He swore that you were probably crying from how hard you were laughing. He wished he could see you on camera right now, but hearing you blow out his ear drums with your annoying yet adorable little laugh was good enough for now.

"Am I going to have to come resuscitate you?" Tomura cackles, now feeling himself starting to laugh.

"Your voice is cute," you beam at him.

"Liar."

"I'm not!"

"Someone once told me I sound like I'm a prison bitch cuz of how hoarse my throat is."

"wow."

"Done with the jokes, got it."

"I know, right?"

"I just think it's cute, you're very expressive."

*this is Tomura right, now by the way*

"Does that mean that uh..you think I'm cute?" he pesters with the widest smile on his face, though you couldn't see.

*que jeopardy music*

Goodness, you certainly had a girlish charm with the way your mellow voice would start chirping with laughter. He didn't think flirting should've been this easy, but you were very impressionable.

"Is it ok to say yes?" you asked sheepishly over call.

"Ehehehe~!!!" Tomura squealed, mocking your giggles.

"Shut up!"

"Am I going to have to come and rescue you? You sound like you're running out of air," he asked almost genuinely, as he held back a cough.

"Do it, pussy, you won't."

"Oh really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you be mad at me if I told you I know where you live?"

"Excuse me?"

"Not my fault. Blame yourself for being an on-the-grid person. The internet is dangerous, didn't you know?"

"Are we officially stalker-stalkee now?" you joked.

"Yea but my hair is blue and my voice is cute so it's ok if I stalk you, right?"

"Oh my fucking god."

"So, can I come see you?"

"Huh?"

"In person. I could be there in like half an hour. You live near me."

"Tenko, it's 10pm."

"Would you get in trouble? Do you live with parents or something?"

"Yea."

"I could pick you up and we could walk back to my place."

Now, dear readers, would you accept such an offer from a complete stranger at almost midnight, absolutely alone with him? After he has admitted to lowkey stalking you? You shouldn't!

However, we, the reader, are ignorant to common sense when we receive the slightest crumb of positive (?) male attention.

"Sure."

"teeheehee!!" Tomura teases. "Keep your eyes pealed, then. Thirty minutes, okay?"

"omg i guess."

"omg ok, what kind of energy drink do you like?"

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #shiggy #shiggy x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader

[epickiya722]

Okay, hear me out here. So, I'm thinking about this post again and I firmly believe that maybe the claws are a Yuuji thing.

Wait, before you say anything!

Now, not saying this is a big brained moment from me or anything.

It's just I think that claws may be Yuuji's thing and I also would like it to be because it just fits?

I'll explain, just work with me here.

Alright, hands seem to be a big deal in this story.

I don't know if that is an established thing already, I haven't been active in the JJK fandom like that, but just saying there's a lot of hand symbolism going on here.

Sukuna's fingers, hand signs to summon domains and shikigamis, hands are used to use curse techniques most of the time, high-fives happen quite a bit, some of the cast are hand to hand combatants, people be losing their limbs which usually be hands and arms...

With that being said, Yuuji is all about them hands. That is Mr. LEFT RIGHT GOODNIGHT. A lot of his fighting style is hands. On top of that, he even loses his hand and fingers, and again later on with a pinkie.

There's also the fact he swallowed a finger.

Said finger happened to be clawed.

Now I know, I know. "That's Sukuna's finger!"

Yes! And his fingers (as curse objects) have claws/long fingernails.

But what if that is Gege's way of foreshadowing Yuuji's thing being claws?

Looking back through the manga and anime, the only few times Sukuna has long nails is when he's possessing Yuuji (more so in the anime so far, but it's there in the manga, too... also in advertisement and other official art). He doesn't have long nails when he possesses Megumi and even in his original form.

Here's him in his original form and possessing Megumi!

Here's him possessing Yuuji!

That got me thinking outside the story.

Again, what if Sukuna's fingers as cursed objects has long nails as a foreshadowing visual that Yuuji was going to have claws later? What if Gege gave those cursed objects (Sukuna's fingers) long nails as a subtle hint that Yuuji was later going to have an ability that had to with with having claws?

Also! Nicknames! Specifically the "Tiger of the West/Tiger of West Junior High" one.

Tigers have what? Besides, a tail, ears, fangs and stripes? Claws! I find that nickname fitting to the claws thing, honestly.

I also did a quick research on tiger symbolism and found out they represent courage, strength, warding off bad luck and evil spirits.

Courage and strength is definitely Yuuji. Protector from bad luck and evil spirits? Different story. It's ironic given how much he has been through since the start of the story and how much he blames himself for whatever misfortune others go through, but then I thought about it and realized that piece fits him, too.

He is a protector, he wants to protect people. He doesn't like the idea of taking a life without purpose. And he does ward off bad luck and evil spirits which just so happens to be curses. He handles curses and able to withstand Sukuna. Which irritates Sukuna.

With that said!

Yeah, I think the claws are more of Yuuji's thing and I just also like the idea because it just seems to fit him. Yuuji with claws is badass to me. I think he could be a bigger threat of he's actually able to cut into Sukuna just as Sukuna did him before.

EDIT: I also want to add that what if in a future chapter we see Yuuji uses Sukuna's cursed technique, but a variation that suits those claws of his? Sukuna does a lot of cutting moves. Claws do what? Cut! There was that bit back in chapter 12 where Gojo mentions how Yuuji's body will learn Sukuna's cursed technique eventually, right?

#just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #jjk 238 #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #yuuji itadori #yuji itadori #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #💖🐯👊

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Took me all day to re-read and edit this chapter and I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it is what it is. I hope you all enjoy it!

TW: Death, gore, zombie dogs, Brian Irons, language, angst, mention of sexual assault, ect. Typical Resident Evil stuff.

Chapter 8:

September 29, 1998-

"Why didn't you tell that man who the cause of all this was?" Claire asked you as she and the rest followed your lead through the streets to the orphanage. You've had to kill a few zombies and zombie dogs here and there. But nothing too extreme that your group of four couldn't handle.

"Because it wouldn't have changed anything. His wife would still be dead. His daughter would have still died. What would he have done with that information?"

"He could have fought with us. Instead of-" Leon started.

"Instead of killing himself? Look Leon, Kendo had already made up his mind right when his wife died and his daughter was infected. He had his chance last night to get out of here and decided to stay. He wouldn't have changed his mind. Not because of anything I would say to him. He didn't know me." You told him firmly.

"You could've-" You interrupt him once more, not bothering to stop your fast pace to the orphanage.

"You could have let Ben and I out sooner if you believed him. If the chips were nearby, you could have saved him. If I had paid more attention and seen Irons coming, I could have gotten Ben and Katherine out of here already. I could have stopped this whole thing a week ago if I wasn't a wimp and just shot William Birkin. Hell, Annette Birkin could have ended it if she shot him. The military could have. The police could have. Umbrella could have. So many possibilities, yet this is what is happening right now." You gestured out to the city as you paused in your step. "And there isn't much control I or any of us have over the situation. Bottom line, stop focusing on what you or I could have done in the past to improve what is happening now. Focus on what you can do right now to prevent shit from getting worse for us later. Okay?" You tell him.

He thought your words over for a moment before nodding in agreement. There is no point in focusing on what could have happened.

"You sound like you needed to hear that more than I did." He commented.

"Yeah, well, it's been a long week." You sighed.

"I just got here. So did Claire." Leon stated, trying to keep conversation going.

"I can tell, you're both nowhere near as filthy as I am." You snorted. "And Ada clearly just got here too. No way in hell she has been running around in those heels all week." 

"What's with you and my shoes?" Ada questioned, torn between amused and annoyed.

"I will admit, part of me is slightly jealous that you can walk in those so easily. I wouldn't be able to wear a pair of heels to save my life." You said, as you glanced at her. "And what's with the sunglasses? It's night time. Are you trying to maintain an air of mystery or something?" You teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure. If that's what you want to think." Ada snorted. You nodded, a slight smile on your face.

Yes. That's exactly what she was doing.

"There's the gate to the orphanage." Claire pointed out. The gate in question had cartoon animals painted on it, so you knew she was right.

You paused when you heard a series of growls behind your group. You all quickly turned to look behind you and saw a horde of zombie dogs running in your direction. Too fast and too many for you to comfortably shoot at the moment.

"Run!" Leon yelled. Your group had no arguments as you all ran toward the orphanage gate as fast you could. Ada in the lead. Which, again, heels. How?

You quickly slammed the gate shut and locked it behind you. You gasped for breath and turned to check on everyone.

"Okay?" They nodded and you nodded back. "Alright. Onwards." You said as you quickly walked up the long cobblestone path to the front door and opened it, briefly escaping the rain.

The place was full of children's stuff. You had two choices on where you could go. Up the stairs or down the hall.

"Maybe we can split up?" 

Just as Leon suggested that, you heard a scream of pain. The voice sounded male. You all quickly ran down the hall toward the noise. A little girl ran into you with a gasp, before quickly hiding behind you.

"You little bitch! You'll pay for that!" Irons yelled, before pausing when he came face to face with you and your handgun pointed directly at his face.

"Hey, Chief. Long time no see." You spat, glaring darkly at the man. You notice burn marks on his face and smirk. "Nice job, Sherry." 

Sherry seemed a little conflicted with the praise. On one hand, she hurt someone. On the other hand, that someone was an awful person who was going to hurt her.

"Seriously, good job." Claire reassured her as she led Sherry further behind the group. Leon and Ada each had a gun in hand just in case Irons tried anything funny.

"Thanks." Sherry whispered shyly.

"Alright, you know why I'm here, Irons. Where's Katherine?" You asked, the gun held steady in your grasp.

He stumbled for a response, eyes darting every which way for a possible exit. Your eyes narrowed.

"Don't make me ask again. Where is she?" You were getting more and more pissed off the longer he hesitated. Your worry began gnawing at your stomach, making you feel a little nauseous.

"There's a girl on the table." Sherry said.

"You little-" you cut him off with a click as you cocked your pistol.

“Shut up. Where, Sherry? In that room?" You asked as calmly as you could, pointing toward the direction she came running from.

"Y-yes. But I don't think she's okay." Sherry hesitated.

Your heart dropped. You grit your teeth and clenched your jaw. You took a deep breath in an attempt to maintain calm. "Really? Well, why don't we go see? Claire, stay with Sherry please." 

She nodded. "Of course. Come on, Sherry. We'll wait in the lobby." She grabbed Sherry's hand and led her away from what is likely about to be a very violent scene.

"You two can do whatever you want. I'm taking Irons here to see the damage." You said to Ada and Leon. You grabbed Irons arm roughly and placed the gun against his head so he wouldn't try anything.

"We'll go with you. In case you need back up." Leon stated. Ada simply nodded in agreement.

Leon clearly wanted to assist you out of the kindness of his heart. You couldn't tell why Ada would help you. Those large sunglasses really do block any minuscule signs of emotion, making it extremely difficult to read her. You assumed that was probably the point.

"Alright, after you. No funny business." You told Irons as you shoved him forward, arm still held tightly in your grasp.

He reluctantly moved forward. He opened the door to the room and you shoved him forward once more when he hesitated in the doorway.

You walked in and examined the room, nearly wanting to throw up as you gasped at the sight before you, letting go of the man's arm in shock.

It was Katherine, lying flat on the table in her pretty white dress. Her skin was paler with a tint of blue to it. 

You hesitantly walked forward and reached out to check her pulse, flinching slightly when you felt her slightly cool skin. Her heartbeat was gone. She hadn't been gone long.

Katherine was dead.

Irons turned to run away once he was out of your grasp, but Leon grabbed him by the arms and Ada quickly pointed her gun at him, making him freeze once more.

Tears were sliding down your face for what seemed like the millionth time today. You had been so close. So close to saving her. But you were too late.

Despite your conversation with Leon earlier, your mind couldn't help but go through the what-ifs and what you could have done differently. For starters, you could have not stopped and wasted your time with conversations. You could have not stopped at Kendo's gun shop and looked through it to see if there was anything of use left. You could have just made a run for it from the police station to the damn orphanage.

What if. 

Could have. 

What could have been.

You sniffled and choked back a sob, turning to glare at the man responsible with pure hatred rolling through every fiber of your being. You hated this man. You loathed him. And you wanted him gone.

Your tears had fallen down your face and you wiped them away, not wanting to look weak in front of the man. You raised your gun at him, ready to shoot his fucking face off. Ada and Leon stood back and watched the scene unfold, guns in hand in case something were to go wrong.

Irons fully laughed at you, deranged and disbelieving. "You won't shoot me, girl. You couldn't. Even if you wanted to." 

You laughed bitterly. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." Your sharp eyes pierced through his. If you didn't know anything about this man, the psychotic look on his burned face would tell you exactly everything you'd need to know. 

He did this.

You walked closer to Irons and held your gun steadily toward him.

"You're going to confirm everything I know. Out loud!" You told him, the venom in your voice and gun raised directly at his forehead showing him how serious you are.

"And why would I do that?" 

"Because I will shoot you if you don't." You pushed the barrel of the gun on his forehead for emphasis.

He went to grab the gun in his holster, but you quickly reared back and pistol whipped him in the face, hard, knocking him back and sending him to the floor, grunting. 

"Toss the gun away, or the next thing I do with this gun is kill you!" You snapped.

He seemed to understand that you weren't joking around. Still sprawled on the ground with a bruised and bloodied cheek, burn marks on his now disfigured face.

He now looked on the outside how he was on the inside, in your opinion. 

Slowly, he grabbed the gun from his side and put it on the ground.

"Slide it to them." You motion with your head towards Ada and Leon, and he reluctantly slid his gun across the room toward the exit, Ada quickly picked it up.

"Stand up, and back up toward the wall." He did as you said, away from any doors or windows to run from, leaving you standing by the table with the body of your dead best friend. But you refused to look away from him.

"Now, I want you to answer everything I ask truthfully. Do you understand?" He nodded, eyes glaring into you. "Did you or did you not accept bribes from Umbrella to keep the police from investigating them?"

"I did." He confirmed.

"Did you or did you not, become in charge of the Raccoon City Orphanage to help disguise Umbrella's use of child test subjects and experimentation?" Leon gasped slightly at the question, not understanding how anyone could go as far as to hurt children in the name of science.

"I did." Irons eyes darted for an exit strategy, but stopped when Ada pointed her gun at him in your support. Leon followed her action by raising his own gun.

"LOOK AT ME!" You shouted angrily, causing everyone to jump and Irons to look at you. "Are you or are you not a rapist and a serial killer?"

"...I am."

"Did you or did you not kill your secretary this June after she uncovered your dealings with Umbrella?"

He glanced away, and you turned your gun and shot it at the wall on his left side. He jumped and shouted in surprise, raising his arms up higher. 

"I did!"

"Did you snatch eight young women off the streets and murder them?" 

"I did."

"Did you turn their bodies into taxidermy? Is that why the police couldn't find their bodies?"

"Yes, I did." His face showed a sliver of sick joy at the thought of it, making you and everyone else feel uneasy.

You walked a step closer, gun held steady.

"You locked Ben up and left him for dead." 

"I did." He spat at the mention of the man. The man who almost gave him away. Who almost ruined everything for him.

"You sabotaged the police department and killed many officers and pedestrians in the process." Your hands began to shake slightly, rage bottling up to an all time high.

"I did." The joy of his deranged features increased.

"You killed, Katherine." Your breathing increased as you attempted to calm your shaking hands and rapidly beating heart. 

"No." You paused briefly, confused. "No, I let her go." He continued. "Then I hunted her down through the halls of the station like a wild animal." 

Your shaking hands increased, heartbeat pounding in your ear drums, yet you continued to hear every word from the man.

"She almost got away. Almost. She would have, if she wasn't so predictable in going toward the cell blocks. She was running to save you. You should have heard the screams. She called for you. Y/n. That's your name right? That's the name she yelled as I dragged the bitch by her hair through the station." Irons mocked.

Tears burned at your eyes and your breathing had turned to hyperventilating. The anger that burned at your chest was practically painful.

"You were supposed to protect them!" You yelled furiously. You were not only implying Katherine, but everyone else who had fallen victim to the horrible man.

"I was never going to protect them. Katherine was a goner as soon as the mayor left her in my care. She was always meant to be my trophy. He just made it easier for me to get her." His laugh was cruel, any sanity within him long gone.

If he ever had any at all.

The laughing was cut off by a bullet to the neck. He froze in shock for a moment, all eyes turned to look at the smoking gun in your hands in surprise. 

You did it. 

You actually did it. 

His injury caught up to him and he collapsed to the floor, choking on his own blood as he took desperate gasps for air.

You pointed your gun down and glanced at the table to your right. You could have mistaken her for sleeping if her eyes weren't wide open. You slowly stepped up to her and used two fingers to close her eyelids for good. 

There, now she looked like she was at peace. Simply asleep.

If only.

Your eyes turned back to the man gurgling on the floor. No, the monster. He was far worse than those things outside. The things that used to be innocent people that you feel you have failed. Maybe if you had done something sooner. But what could you have done? Everyone with power in this city, in this country, was in on it. You and Ben were doomed from the start. 

You stared with distant eyes, ears still ringing from the sudden gun shot, as Irons looked around desperately for any chance of something, anything, saving him. You walked forward as he choked on the floor, crouching down to his level with a dark glare in your slightly red eyes and dried tears on your face as the ringing subsided.

"You don't deserve a quick and painless death. Even this is less than you deserve. It's a pity I can't make this last." You spat, rage still writhing in your chest. You watched as the blood ran down his hands that were desperately clutching at his throat.

"I never wanted to do this. I never wanted to murder anyone. You forced my hand, Irons. You've done too much harm in this world for too long. It's about time someone stops you." 

Fueled by rage and adrenaline, you grabbed him by his graying hair and dragged him out of the room, moving Ada and Leon aside as you walked through the lobby past Claire and Sherry. Pushing the front door open to the yard, you dragged the man to the front gate where the zombie dogs were previously blocked. You pulled the gate open and pushed the choking man through.

You whistled to gather the attention of the zombie dogs that had went elsewhere. The six dogs came running and growling, immediately gathering around the former Chief.

They brutally bit and teared and ate away at Irons. He jerked and yelled through his bloodied throat. The gurgling sound was truly pathetic. You watched with distant eyes as he was ripped apart.

 You didn't feel any better now that he was dead. Your friends were still gone. All those people were still dead. The only thing you may have accomplished just now was preventing Irons from hurting anyone else in the future.

You shook your head to get rid of your thoughts and quickly shut the gate. You took a deep breath to compose yourself, counted to 10, before walking back inside.

"Did you really have to kill him?" Leon questioned as you walked through the door. Him and Ada had moved to the lobby to wait for you.

You glared. "What should I have done? Let you arrest him?"

"Not kill him." Leon said. You sighed in frustration.

"Okay, we get it, you're a great guy. Never change, Leon. But something you should know about me, I don't let people who hurt the ones I care about get away unscathed. And frankly, Irons had it coming. One way or another he wasn't making it out of this city. I sure as hell wouldn't have taken him with me. Would you have?" You asked. 

You maybe could have been a little nicer about it. After all, it was a valid question. Did you really have to kill him?

Murder wasn't right. But your emotions and your anger had gotten the best of you. You never thought you would become a murderer. You never understood how someone could just go through with ending another person's life like that.

You shocked yourself when you pulled that trigger. When you dragged the man who was twice your size out the door to be eaten alive. When you ended his life for good. 

Maybe you were no better than Irons.

Leon looked conflicted. He knew murder was wrong. But all Irons did was hurt and murder people. Should he really be all that upset about it?

He stayed silent and you nodded. What's done is done.

"Great. Glad we solved that problem. Now, NEST?" You looked around for Sherry and Claire. "Where the hell did Sherry and Claire go? They were here a few minutes ago."

"Something spooked Sherry and she ran away. Claire went after her." Leon explained.

"Where?" 

"Over here." Ada motioned to the door. "Any ideas where this leads?"

You reach into your bag for the map of NEST you found when you first went. "That would be the entrance to NEST. I guess we'll catch up to them." You turned to look back toward the room where your friend still lied. 

"Do you want to say good-bye?" Leon asked. Ada stayed silent, letting you decide what you wanted to do next.

You shook your head after a moment. "No. It won't change anything. Let's just go." You started leading the way.

"It could give you closure." Leon said.

"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do here. But stop. We have a job to do. Plus, I can tell Ada is getting impatient." You stated.

"I could still give you a few minutes." Ada offered. She wasn't as cold at that moment as she had been all night. You were thankful for her and Leon's offer, but you didn't think you would be able to hold it together if you saw Katherine again. It was best to move on. 

No matter how painful it was for you.

"No. Again, I appreciate it. But, no. Let's just move on." You turned your back to the room, not wanting to look any longer.

You walked down the tunnel to the elevator at the end. Once you all had gathered inside, you pressed the button and the elevator began its descent.

"So, what do you want to know, Ada? From what I've gathered, you know a lot already." You said, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that had surrounded the small space.

"I know mostly everything that you know. I know that Annette Birkins is the one responsible for this mess. And I'm going to bring her down. What I need to know from you is where the G-virus is so I can do that." Ada explained.

The elevator stopped and you all walked out. You followed the map leading you further down the tunnels toward NEST.

"Well, I can show you Birkins lab. We might have to take a look around the facility, though. There were people taking samples of the virus to sell on the blackmarket. So I doubt there is anything left in Birkins lab." Ada nodded in agreement.

"How can they have a whole underground facility without the authorities knowing?" Leon questioned.

"Welcome to corporate America. Umbrella's controlled Raccoon City for years." Ada deadpanned.

"Yeah, Irons was Chief of police and worked with Umbrella, remember? No one was looking for a secret underground facility. Well, no one until Ben and I." You explained.

"You said you were there on the night this all started?" Ada asked.

"Yeah. Looking for intel. I had a man from the inside help me get in here." 

"Get anything good?" 

"Yes. Information on the viruses, and additional things, the scientists were working on down here. What Umbrella did with the kids in the orphanage. Dealings they had with authority figures. I had proof, but I lost it at some point throughout the week." You lied. 

You weren't going to tell Ada you gave the drive away to a S.T.A.R.S member. Truth be told, you didn't really trust her. Or Leon for that matter. They were strangers. The only reason you were still helping them was because they held up their end of the bargain and took you to Katherine. Even though it turned out to be too late, you still appreciated them trying.

"What was yours and Ben's goal? Why go through all this trouble?" Leon asked. You felt saddened at the mention of Ben, but tried to shake it off.

"Well, for Ben, it started out as a good story. He was a private journalist. Hired me when I was looking for a job." You reminisced. "But it slowly morphed from a good story to a need to shut the bastards down. To show the citizens of Raccoon City what their officials and so called "heroes" were really up to. To show the world. We had to stop them."

"A little ambitious for a couple of private journalists." Ada commented.

"Oh, we were in way over our heads." You agreed. "But we already got so far with the information we collected. We couldn't just stop. We had to see it through. And then, well, everything happened." You sighed sadly.

"Are you getting cold feet?" Ada asked. She couldn't tell if you wanted to continue with the mission or if you wanted to back out. She wouldn't give you the option to leave. She needed your knowledge. 

"No. I want to see this through. Even if it kills me. At this point, I don't think that is entirely out of the realm of possibilities." 

"We'll be fine." Leon said, clearly determined to make it and for everything to be alright.

"Hmm, an optimist and a hero, Leon? Never change. From what I've seen, the world could use more people like you." You said.

You made it to a door and Leon pushed you back slightly to open it first, just in case something dangerous was on the other side.

"Definitely Williams handiwork…" A woman said, crouched over a dead body. You all quietly make your way inside.

"Identify yourself!" Leon said, holding up his gun.

Ada held her gun up. "Annette Birkin."

"She's who we're looking for? The one who created the viruses?" Leon asked. You nodded.

"Not much time… Need to dispose of it." Annette muttered.

"We're here for the G-virus!" Ada said.

"Huh, that's not gonna happen." Annette scoffed. She noticed you standing there and furrowed her brow in confusion.

"I'm warning you, doctor." Ada said.

"Oh yeah?" Annette tossed a lighter to the body, setting it on fire and ran away.

"STOP!" Ada yelled. She rushed after her around the corner and you want to follow.

Gunshots went off and Leon quickly went to cover Ada, who was in the line of fire. You stayed ducked behind the wall, out of range. Leon fell to the ground, having been shot through the shoulder. Ada tried shooting Annette, but she ran past a thick, steel metal door as it shut.

"You'll never get the G-virus!" Annette yelled as the metal door shut.

"Didn't expect that from a scientist." Ada snarked. You noticed her sunglasses had been knocked off her face.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised." You said. Leon groaned in pain on the ground, catching your attention.

"Leon…" Ada ducked to the ground, leaning over to check on his wound. You followed.

"Forget about me… Just go… Stop her before she gets away." Leon passed out right after those words. Ada looked conflicted, before she finally decided to stay and help patch up his wound.

"Can you help me patch him up?" Ada asked you.

"I don't really have much knowledge on that stuff. I have a first aid kit though." You hesitated.

"That's fine. Just hand it here and do as I say." Ada said. 

You nodded and kneeled on the floor beside her and Leon, digging through your bag to grab the first aid kit you had.

"Here." You handed her the kit. She nodded her thanks and started patching Leon up.

"So, do you have to do this often?" You asked.

"Do what?" Ada asked.

"Patch yourself or someone up. You seem to know what you're doing." You said as you watched her work.

Ada shrugged. "It's basic training. Everyone in the FBI knows this." 

"Right. And in the FBI, do they also teach the women to kick ass in heels and wear sunglasses in the dark?" You teased. 

Ada snorted and smirked. "The heels again? No. That's just my thing. Why, you interested?"

"In what? You?" You asked stupidly.

Ada actually laughed at that. "No, in joining the FBI." 

You blushed in embarrassment. "Right. Uh, no. After all this, I think I've had enough of corporate America to last a lifetime."

"Hmm, so what are you gonna do? When all of this is over?" She asked as she began wrapping Leon's wound.

"I- I don't know. Lay low? Stay out of trouble for a while. Find some place to live." You shrugged.

"Any ideas on where?" 

"No. I honestly haven't thought about it much. I had a solid thing going on before the outbreak. I had my apartment. I had my friends. I had a job where I was actually doing something that felt important. And as weird as it sounds, despite all of the danger we were putting ourselves in, I was happy." You trailed off.

"And now?" Ada questioned.

"And now it's all gone. All of it. My apartment. My job…. My friends. I honestly don't know how to go on with life after this."

Ada sighed as she finished patching up Leon's shoulder. "One day at a time. That's a start." She stood up and held her hand out to help you stand. You took it.

"We'll go after Annette in a few moments. Take a breather." She said as she helped you to your feet.

"We'll just leave him here?" You asked, referring to Leon.

"Well, we can't take him when he's passed out. He'll be fine. The area is secure." Ada said. You hesitated before nodding in agreement. 

She's right. He's a big boy, he'll be alright.

#ada wong #ada wong x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #idk what else to tag

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

oh sHIT I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER i had an idea for an epilogue scene to an au I haven't written yet and I needed @jaynesilver to see it so I typed it as a warm up for once which i NEVER DO but because it's typed you all get to see it too!!

all you need to know if kylo is a beauty youtuber at abt jeffree star's peak fame levels and Hux is a guy with an engineering job who also streams stardew valley speedruns as a hobby and they're very in love at the end of the fic (that again I haven't written yet)

ANYWAY have 1.6K of beauty blogger au under the cut, I'm gonna keep it out of the main tag bc It's not for a current au and I don't wanna clog it up

Armitage doesn’t read Chat while he’s in the mines, with the small exception of checking to make sure he hasn’t missed a ladder. Most of his viewers are used to this. When the first good luck day of a run comes along, and he makes the loop for foregables around the map, when he skips several cutscenes using exploits and puts years of animation-canceling muscle memory into his keystrokes, Chat dies down, mostly talking amongst themselves. 

Commentary is easier; he can talk and click, talk and type, talk and debate using a cherry bomb on a group of copper ore to save himself a few seconds. 

“I’ll save it,” he tells Chat, shifting in his chair. “If I can use it on iron later, it’ll save even more time.”

This run is going well, so far. It’s his third reset of the stream, but Armitage already has all the copper he’ll need for basic sprinklers and he’s almost through the dark levels. Huffing under his breath, Armitage imagines explaining any of this to his coworkers, can already see the glazed-over look in their eyes. He’s familiar with how they stop paying attention when Armitage talks about his hobby. Gaming, they can understand. Replaying the same niche farming simulator over and over to get the fastest time on a silly leader board? More of a stretch? Do that for strangers on the internet to watch as they pay him money? A step too far. Most of them don’t know what Twitch is, let alone understand why anyone would watch it. 

Kylo shifts in his chair on the other side of the room; it’s quiet enough that Armitage can’t hear it over his headphones, so he doubts the microphone picked it up, but the movement catches his eye. This is their first time having him in the room as Armitage streams. He’s editing, an oversized t-shirt hanging off his shoulder, and Armitage wishes there was time to have more thoughts about that, but he gets one last ladder and moves on to the iron floors. 

“I’m suspicious of how well this run is going,” Armitage says, eyes darting to his second monitor as he works his way through dust sprites. “I’m good at the mines, but I’m saving this seed to see if I can work out a perfection run from it.” 

It’s as he’s reading through other people agreeing that this level of luck is unusual, including a stranger accusing him of using mods as if Armitage would dare bother to cheat instead of just ‘getting good,’ as the kids say. 

BornToSlay: what’s ur skincare routine jesus

The huff of laughter is involuntary; he upgraded his web camera at Kylo’s request, and now it feels like his every fucking pore is captured and streamed. He’s gotten a few comments about it, but beyond technical questions and a single curious person asking why he upgraded, something Armitage lied about, the new image quality has gone unnoticed. Because he’s a good mod, Mitaka has already messaged him that the same user asked about Kylo earlier, and Armitage just missed it. 

They expected this, and they were prepared for this. Kylo’s channel has millions of subscribers on YouTube, he’s arguably a D-List celebrity at this point. Armitage speed runs Stardew Valley as a hobby. They’re operating on different levels of internet fame in different niches, but people have been curious, and some of those people are bound to stop in and watch him break rocks for fifteen minutes while hoping for a bounty of cave carrots. 

Still. Most of them have dropped in, decided his content wasn’t for them, and gone away. Apparently, this user has stuck around for a few streams, and Kylo said it was up to Armitage how much or little they interacted. He’s right there, and the run is going well enough he can afford to waste a few seconds entertaining this line of questioning. 

“My skincare routine is whatever Kylo forces me to do, now,” Armitage says, popping his headphones around his neck. “Kylo?”

When he looks over, Kylo is editing; he’s just also got Armitage’s stream up on his second monitor. He doesn’t bother to pretend he was working when he looks at Armitage, turning in his chair. 

“Someone wants to know what my skincare routine is, and I doubt you trust me to explain it properly.” 

Kylo laughs, and when he stands, Armitage can finally read the text on his shirt, and - Jesus, he’s wearing Armitage’s merch, they’re never going to hear the end of this. He can already see the stream compilations, and Armitage thinks he’s wearing Kylo’s sweater. 

Armitage finally uses the cherry bomb on a chuck on iron and Kylo settles behind him, his chin resting on Armitage’s head and his arms around Armitage’s shoulders. 

“It’s not consistent,” Kylo says, looking at the camera. Armitage can see him in the Streamlabs window, a lazy face of makeup and his hair piled on his head in a messy bun. He looks fantastic, which is to be expected when his entire internet presence revolves around beauty, but Armitage will never get tired of looking at him. Kylo keeps talking, but Armitage tunes him out, focuses on hitting floor forty, getting seven more iron, and then passing out so he can start building furnaces. 

Chat has started speeding up; Armitage doesn’t even have to ask Mitaka to turn on slow mode so Kylo can read anything, he just already does it. Kylo doesn’t have his contacts in, so he shifts his glasses up his nose to read the screen. 

“They want to know if I ever put makeup on you,” he says, and as Armitage makes his way into town to buy seeds from Pierre, he huffs. 

“I’m wearing makeup now,” he mutters, and he knows the mic will pick it up clearly, but he almost wishes it could be an aside. “I’ve been wearing makeup from streams since my first few months. Someone wouldn’t stop talking about my freckles, so I bought some shitty foundation at the grocery store so I wouldn’t have to ban the word.”

Kylo laughs, and Armitage can feel him look down, can feel his thumb drawing circles on his chest. 

EmilysWife: Beauty icon Hux PierreSucks: omg is that how you met

Now it’s Armitage’s turn to laugh. In the few weeks since someone recognized him out with Kylo, the few weeks since Armitage tweeted to confirm that was him, that he wasn’t Kylo’s assistant, it hasn’t come up how they met. They’ve not talked about keeping it a secret, although perhaps Armitage would like some parts of their relationship to stay between just them. 

This seems harmless enough, though. 

“Kylo tells this story better,” Armitage insists, because he loves Kylo, but he’s also cruel. Kylo’s breath is warm against his skin as he hides his face in Armitage’s neck. “Would you like to tell Chat how we met?”

“No...” The words are groaned, drawn out, a tone that perfectly conveys both Kylo’s embarrassment and his willingness to share. He stands up straight, and Armitage misses the press of his body, but he can hear the shuffle of his shirt, can see the chat as his absolutely ancient merch is on display, the screen printing cracked and faded from wear and hundreds of washes. “I was a fan.” 

“That’s shorting them the full story.” Armitage’s tone is teasing as he sleeps, wakes up, loads his furnaces and waters his crops. It’s a cycle of days he could do with muscle memory alone, has done blindfolded for a video on YouTube. “Phasma is a friend of mine, and when she did a video with Kylo, they had to pick up something she left at my house. What were your first words to me, Kylo?” From his spot hiding again, Kylo’s words are muffled. “I’ll tell them, then. He said, and I quote: ‘You talk me to sleep every night.’ That, Chat, was his opening line.” 

Kylo’s head pops up, and Armitage can see his pout on the screen, his playful glare. 

“It worked.” 

Armitage laughs. 

“After seven attempts to make yourself not sound like a stalker, I suppose it did work. Or, alternatively, I didn’t know you were hitting on me until we were on our third date.” Armitage could sound sad here, but he decides against it. He hadn’t been able to imagine a world where Kylo found him attractive. It never occurred to him that Kylo might be interested, so he lusted in quiet, alone at night with his own hand. “I still maintain that those dates don’t count, since I was unaware they were dates.” Kylo’s acrylics dig into his shoulders, and Armitage hisses in mock pain, as if Kylo’s nails aren’t rounded at the tip. “Don’t put holes in your own sweater, idiot.”

Though he attempts to fake angry, the last word comes out soft and fond as he looks up, doing his best to forget they’re on camera for a moment, to forget that he’s streaming this live and that he’ll be hearing about this for weeks. Phasma has already messaged him on Discord; Armitage will deal with her after the stream. 

The press of lips on his cheek is welcome, the loss of Kylo’s warmth less so. He waves to the web camera one last time before heading back to his own desk, putting on his headphones. Half of Chat is talking about his insane luck and all the pumpkins he’s going to plant while the other half still can’t quite believe Kylo was there, and is speculating how many streams he’s been just in the background of. Armitage won’t answer that; he doesn’t want to encourage them to ask for Kylo every stream, though he imagines they will anyway, now that the flood gate has opened. 

KyloAmidala: I normally just watch from the other room, though now I have to settle for replays if my sleep schedule is messed up. 

Armitage can hear Kylo snickering even as he puts his headphones back on.

[synergysilhouette]

Making a tracklist for a Kingdom Hearts musical

If you haven't seen my previous post about pitching a Kingdom Hearts musical film made by Walt Disney Animation, please check it out; you'll probably be confused if you don't, as I've changed some things. As the title suggests, this post is an idea for the songs that would go with this musical. I haven't really established if in my mind there's a different voice cast for this movie, or if it's the same speaking voices but mostly different voice actors doing the singing. NGL, this was difficult to make since I only had the concept; now I gotta iron out the plot! I may edit this later.

"Scaela Ad Caelum" By Xehanort, Eraqus, the Foretellers, and chorus--I like the idea that this is an epic opening track in a similar vein to "The Emperor's Dream," an alternate musical opening to 1998's "Mulan," as well as "Prologue" from Raya and the Last Dragon. I'd like it to explore how the kingdom was created by the foretellers--though in my mind, the design is widely different to incorporate The Land of Departure, Radiant Garden, and Destiny Islands, with SAC would as the capital. It'd be a long song, since it would cover Xehanort's childhood and friendship with Eraqus, as well as how he descended into darkness.

2. "Destiny" By Kairi, Sora, and Riku--This song would mainly concern their dreams of traveling, visiting Scala Ad Caelum, as well as concerns of drifting apart as they have different dreams. Kairi wants to visit her hometown where she lived with her grandmother, Riku wants to find adventure, and Sora, despite wanting to visit different places himself, tries to find a compromise so that they don't have to separate, at least not yet. As such, Kairi gives them a paopu fruit to share, telling them that her grandmother used to say that the people who share it will always be a part of each other's lives. (I'm also fine if they sing a revised version of Hikaru Utada's "Sanctuary.")

3. "Something Greater" by Riku, Ansem the Wise, and Xehanort--Following a fallout with his parents about traveling, an insecure Riku is invited by Xehanort (in his younger form to appear more inviting; essentially Ansem, seeker of Darkness) to come to Scala Ad Caelum and allow him to learn under Ansem the Wise and learn magic (since Ansem the Wise is conflated with Yen Sid here and is thus a mage or mage-like scientist). Riku reveals that he's afraid of losing his friends as well, and while Ansem consoles him, Xehanort privately stokes his fears, telling him to forget them because they'll forget about him as they travel. This starts his own descent into darkness as Xehanort begins to manipulate him. When he's not there, Xehanort convinces Ansem the Wise to appoint Terra (one of his assistants) to supervise Riku and monitor the darkness taking over his heart.

4. "Chasing the Sunset" By Kairi, Sora, and Chorus--Believing that Riku has left them, Sora encourages Kairi's dream of returning to her childhood home and goes with her. They enjoy their time traveling, but both of them worry about Riku; Sora is worried that he abandoned them, while Kairi is concerned that something much darker occurred. Their romance also grows at this point, while Xehanort shows this to Riku to convince him that they don't care about him. Xehanort also uses his powers of shapeshifting (again, read my previous post) to pose as Riku and make Kairi and Sora believe that he is annoyed at them leaving him behind and abandoning their friendship, making the two feel guilty over giving up on looking for him so soon.

5. "The Master" By Ansem the Wise, Sora, and Kairi--Eventually the duo makes their way to Scala Ad Caelum, where their appearence makes Ansem suspicious of Xehanort, and sees the kindness in Sora and Kairi's hearts. Posing as DiZ, he teaches them limited magic, where Sora manages to summon a key-shaped weapon. Kairi, inspired by him, summons one as well, which Ansem dubs "Keyblades." He tasks them with using them to get rid of Vanitas' unversed that lurk around the city and spy on the citizens, and promises to help them find Riku, not revealing that Xehanort has corrupted him. He also keeps his assistants in the dark, worried about what Xehanort may do if he found out they knew.

5. "Nobody" By O10 (excluding Xehanort, Terra, and Vanitas) and Kairi--By this point, Kairi has been kidnapped by Axel because of her pure heart that Xehanort intends to exploit in order to bring balance to the world and bring it into a golden age and rid the world of its impurities. (Saix is the only one who knows that this means she'll likely die, but Luxord has his suspicions). Kairi manages to befriend Axel and Demyx, as well as somewhat amusing Luxord, but Saix, Xigbar, Larxene, and Marluxia are all about business. It's explained to Kairi that by using her light, she will be restoring their hearts, as they are creatures called Nobodies. The backstories of Axel, Saix, Marluxia, and Larxene are explained here, while the rest are left enigmatic.

6. "Wayfinder" by Vanitas (featuring the Wayfinder Trio, Eraqus, and Sora)--While Sora attempts to find Ventus and restore his heart, he is intercepted by Vanitas, who wants to kidnap Ventus once he awakens and returns him to Xehanort. In this particular universe, I imagine Vanitas has a soaring, amazing voice, and he's essentially telling Sora the story of how the Wayfinder Trio and Eraqus stood against Xehanort, only to be defeated. Terra was one of them, and believed that his friends died against Xehanort, so it was easy for Xehanort to break him and recruit him into their ranks. One of them--Vanitas' "brother" Ventus--so strongly resisted Xehanort's attempts to control his light that his heart fled to Sora's, resulting in Vanitas looking like Sora. Sora attempts to appeal to Vanitas and tells him that he could be his own person. Vanitas says that he doesn't know who he is without Ventus (and now Sora), and tells Sora that he needs to abide by his "older brother." During this, Xehanort summons Aqua from the depths of the Realm of Darkness, tricking Aqua into battling him Spoiler: He does indeed defeat Sora and capture a restored Ventus.

7. "Don't Think Twice" by Axel, Saix, Vanitas, Xehanort (featuring Riku, Ventus, Terra, and Kairi)--This is an emotional song where Axel and Vanitas attempt to convince the Kairi and Ventus that trying to fight Xehanort and the organization is futile. At this point, Axel's allegiance is failing, at which point Saix is telling him not to think twice, and to think about their childhood friendship instead of his new friendships with Kairi and Ventus. Meanwhile, Xehanort attempts to continue to have Terra and Riku embrace their darkness while Aqua and Sora appeal to them.

8. "One Sky" by Ensemble--This song is a bit of a two-parter, with some during the battle and then a reprise at the end (elements of "Face My Fears" could be thrown in there). As Sora, Riku, Terra, Axel and Aqua battle against the organization, they show Xehanort that they represent light and darkness, while he and his group simply embody darkness, having casted a pall on Ventus and Kairi's light. As such, he realizes that his goal of harmony was achieved--just not by himself. As he is defeated, Ventus and Vanitas become one person, while Sora ventures to rescue Kairi and disappears, and he gives his life to restore hers after Xehanort seemingly shatters her body (but her heart was intact). In the end, the people of the kingdom marvel at the concept of light and darkness, and that selfish deeds eventually led to peace. The nobodies are restored to their original bodies, and Elrena and Laurium tell Riku and Kairi that Sora is out there somewhere: "Sora didn't die. He just went somewhere else. Wherever he is, he's watching the same sky we are." Maybe tie it into the wishing star Disney motif by having Kairi wish on it, and the star begins to fall...

In the end, we'd hear that iconic KH1 quote.

Lemme know what you think! I may add or change a song based on how I feel later; I'm still on the fence about having removed Namine.

#kingdom hearts #sorikai #sora #riku #kairi #destiny island trio #destiny islands #wayfinder trio #wayfinder #organization 13 #organization xiii #disney #disney animation #hikaru utada #ventus #terra #aqua

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

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[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 84 // I'm Thankful For... // Day 58

Contents (Warnings): The Paytons and Clemente's get together for thanksgiving! (slight angst, vore mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 5,000 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: The Forsaken Waltz - Joshua Kyan Aalampour

Side note: This chapter will be in the usual format again, Lynette first person and everyone else third person. I apologize for the confusion!

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(Nov. 24th, Thursday)

Wicks

He sat back on Lynette's bed, waiting for his sister to leave her bathroom. 

His eyes idly traced the ceiling stars and new planet editions. A pleasant memory of when they were kids entered his head. Her walls used to be cluttered with boy band posters and her favorite movies or games. 

Now everything was much neater. Lynette got rid of a lot of her stuff in the move, besides the Japanese comic books he always forgot the name of, favorite movies, and some of her old art or treasured, very worn stuffed animals. 

His head tilted down after hearing the click of the door lock. Lynette walked out, wearing the outfit he picked. The boots were a faint brown that went up to her knees, and a white, comfortable, fuzzy dress coming down mid-thigh. 

However...she wore every single option of a cover he brought her. He knew Lynette got cold easily, but she put ALL of them on. The poncho, jacket, and small sweater. 

"I said pick one." Wicks muttered to her top half. 

She twirled around, "I think I look gre-" She cut off after the twirl to ensure her hat, darker than her boots, didn't fall off. "Great like this!"

"You're going to overheat," Wicks said, pushing off the covers of her unmade bed.

"Will not," Lynette protested. Wicks could see she was already sweating. Then again, she did add extra volume to her light curls with a hot iron.

"Lentils," Wicks sternly said. Lynette threw him the cutesy puppy dog look he always fell for. Something Garter knew was his weakness, too. "I won't have Mom yell at me about it later."

Lynette dropped her shoulders and did a fake kicking-the-ground gesture. 

"You aren't guilt-tripping me, you punk!" Wicks pointed up at her. His voice was very close to giving in. 

She burst into a fit of giggles, "Okay, I'll go with the poncho because it's like a blanket." She walked to Wicks and took off the poncho. 

He held its soft plaid and triangle fabric. She went to her closet to hang up the jacket and sweater. Wicks watched her hair bounce with every step. 

He touched the top of his head and the bun in the back. He wasn't used to wearing his coffee-colored hair like that. It would be nice to wear my hair down. He rarely wore it down unless he was going to bed or lazing around the apartment. 

He slipped one of his bangs out and let it rest on his face. He'd have it to play with at a later date.

Lynette returned to him, retrieved the poncho, and then smirked at the chunk of his bangs he brought down. "Lookin' good." 

Wicks couldn't contain his smile. "I wouldn't tease me if I was you."

"Oh yeah?" Lynette looked up mischievously. 

The urge to exert his superior height grew stronger. Standing over Lynette, he simply lifted his hand over her head, threatening to ruffle it. 

Lynette's playful smile soon filled with fear, "Wait, no, WICKS!" She quickly put her hands over her head and jogged out of the room and away. "Don't you dare, it's gotta survive the ride there and the party!" 

He took that as an invitation to pursue her, threatening to "get her." 

...

Wicks

Wicks was driving Lynette and himself to the party. Another cabin in the middle of the woods. 

It's going to be weird to have another family there. Wicks thought. He narrowed his eyes on the ground. If I read his mind and he thinks about eating you JUST ONCE... Wicks grumbled, "pendejo." 

Lynette stopped fiddling with the buckle of her purse. "I'm gonna tell Madre." 

"It wasn't at anyone." Wicks lied. 

Lynette knew. "It's about this party, isn't it?"

Wicks sighed. They were almost there. "Maybe a little."

"It'll be okay," Lynette patted his arm. 

I'm worried for you.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Hmmm," Her voice hummed with closed lips. Wicks caught her glance, "Yeah." Her hands fell from her bag, "I still feel...nervous." Her fingers started to play with the ends of her dress. "I never got the chance to apologize to Padre, Charletta, and most importantly, Madre." 

Wicks rubbed his thumb on the steering wheel, "we expected worse. We thought you might leave forever..." The pain started to swell with each breath. I'm still scared of how you might react if I told you everything. "You're not-"

Lynette leaned forward in her seatbelt, her tone sternly replied. "I don't care how big or small of a thing I did. I want you all to know I'm sorry for it." He could almost see her pain wrap around her neck. "I regret how I acted." 

His mind didn't let him speak. Wicks didn't want to tear the seams that were slowly being stitched back together.

A part of him wished she'd never ask what he erased from her. 

"I guarantee you, you'll only have to be nervous about your coworkers," Wicks tipped the subject away from their family and himself. 

"I may not like some of them, but I doubt they'd try anything outside of work."

"They better not, or I'll end them." 

"Wicks!" Lynette whipped her head to him.

"I said if, they shouldn't be trying to bite or eat you on your days off." Wicks shoulders rose, and he hunched forward. Or AT ALL, for that matter. 

"Thank you for looking out for me," Lynette said.

Wicks lifted his head and cracked a fresh, not fully satiated smile, "I always will."

...

Lynette

I was left in the kitchen alone. Madre told me she'd be right back.

Every eye on the stove was taken up by a dish. From the white rice with poblano peppers and corn, red chillie, boiling potato's, and pozole. While the turkey stuffed with chorizo was nearly done.

I overwhelming looked at the pots, and went to stir around the white rice, peppers and corn so it didn't burn. I stared at the mixture, feeling the urge to try it.

"Hey, Lynette, you're outfit and curls look cute."

I turned my head to the only way in and out of the kitchen. While I saw the striking domineering side of him too, just like Alexander, Pete's rhythmic saunter set them apart.

"Thanks," I responded. He went to the fridge behind me. "You look pretty good in your suit too."

He slicked his hair back and flashed a smile, "now I know you're trying to butter me up," He tapped along the softly worn fabric of the gray suit. "This old thing hasn't seen the light of day in a while." He opened up the coat pocket and blew in it. "See all that dust." I in fact noticed one spec but he treated it like many.

I chuckled and turned back to my station. "You still rock it." I said.

I then twisted back around before he could leave with his water bottle. "I never got to thank you properly did I?" My eyes shifted up to meet his very vibrant blue ones.

Pete's started to open his water bottle. "I do remember you thanking me and Eddie." He drank it after.

It is a day to be thankful.

"I feel like I was too overwhelmed to give you a proper thank you. That's why I made sure to tell Edgar after too," I bowed my head slightly, "if it weren't for you both I wouldn't be here and I want you to know how grateful I am for you both."

Pete's didn't say anything at first. He looked over me, as if curious, then smiled. "You're a sweet girl, Lynette" He glanced back as if expecting someone behind him. "You have a very genuine face. It actually reminds me of the woman who captured my heart."

He swayed with a goofy smile and glossed over eyes. Why doesn't your wife come to the gathering? I wanted to ask.

He shoulders sprung up at Madre's voice coming in behind him, "Hello, Mr. Chase."

He followed her as she passed, "Hey Marisol." He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair. "I thought I told you guys we can skip the formalities and to call me, Peter."

Madre rolled back the sleeves of her sweater, "lo siento, sorry. It's a habit."

I thought his name was Pete's. He leaned near me, most likely seeing the confusion and whispered. "You can call me Pete's though," he patted my shoulder. "It all smells great though, Marisol." Pete's walked over to Madre and glanced down.

"Would you like to try some?"

Pete's held up his hands, "don't tempt me, I'd end up making myself a plate right now, Marisol."

Madre told me to dump out the potatoes. I got a strainer and mitts.

I went to the sink on the other side of the stove.

Madre chuckled as I was about to start mixing the potatoes. "There's more than enough, you know the others won't be enjoying it."

Pete's tapped his abdomen, "I'd like to gain a moderate amount of weight for thanksgiving, thank you." He smirked, "though, I'll definitely be taking home all the left overs you can give me."

Madre bobbed her head, moving her strands of hair back behind her ear. "Good."

He waved off us both off as he left.

I added in the milk and butter garlic mixture from earlier as I mashed them.

"¿puedes pasarme la sal?" Madre's broke the silence.

I grabbed the salt container next to me and handed it to her.

"Gracias, Lyn."

I hesitated, out of fear of the worst outcome. I didn't want to be dejected, yet at the same time, I feared not knowing what might be said. "I'm sorry for being distant at the wedding."

Her hue looked softer than a plushy off the shelf, "You had every right to be."

"No, I shouldn't have acted differently." I admitted the selfish feelings laying stagnant in my ribcage. A pit that didn't want to leave. "I felt worried and even jealous of all of you." I rubbed my arm.

She placed the salt down, "Lyn," and stepped away from the stove and toward me.

"None of you would hurt me. You chose me." I mashed the potatoes harder. "You've all done so much for me and I want to pay it all back. Especially because I failed time and time again."

She quickly caught the tear trickling down my cheek, "You know I have never regretted having you with us, Lyn. You have been a blessing that I may not have asked for, but I needed." Madre turned me to face her, "and you are not a failure. You may trip, you may fall, but you always get up."

She pinched my cheeks with her delicate and as gentle as a feather fingers, "you're my very stubborn fighter." Her hands moved down to my shoulders, patting them. "Charletta is like Padre, a little crazy and excited to challenge herself. Wicks is like me. We try to be more levelheaded, but our emotions take us over." She lifted her right hand up and bopped my nose, endearingly.

"I know you didn't learn it from us, but you are patient with others and you only ever fight when it's needed." Her smile, though playful, felt like a clean blanket out of the dryer on a cold night. "So I don't want you to call yourself a failure. I already scolded Padre about the term he used."

Madre brought me in for a hug, "you are my little girl, and always will be." She brought me out of it, once we both noticed the food was burning. Between us fixing it, she spoke again.

"If you want to pay me back for what you don't owe, please take care of Wicks as much as he does you."

"Like anyone can stop me."

...

Drake 

His mood felt exceptionally lifted after he flipped Alexander on his ass 10 times straight. 

Drake walked to the kitchen, and let the cheerful exhale exit his body. Against what his mom requested he didn't do, he was getting a drink before dinner. It doesn't matter; I'm having the same for the feast anyway. 

Inside, it was quiet. Nearly everyone was outside. Except for the redhead and his brother. He passed the dining table that they had to put make-shift chairs around for the dinner later.

I never apologized to her. He hadn't even said anything about it since. I can't believe I even considered eating her. The thought made him cringe with disgust. His fingers touched at his abdomen. The feeling of something squirming inside him, alive, still made him jitter.

His thoughts were slowly sailing toward the reason he got that desperate. "This is not the time." He grumbled under his breath.

He walked into the large kitchen, able to fit at least eight people comfortably. He went to the fridge. 

"Hey guys," he commented. His eyes lazily panned to Lynette. He curiously glanced at what she was stirring. Rice. The joke spurred in his head, and he couldn't help it, regardless of the sense it made right now. 

He leaned his head into the fridge to hide his goofy smile and said, "You tellin' me a shrimp's frying that rice."

His ears thrummed with her immediate fluster. It sounded like a cocktail of embarrassment and dislike for that nickname. 

He grabbed a blood pouch labeled human and lifted his head, "Sorry, Lynette," Drake said but didn't regret it. 

Lynette groaned with pouty softly curled smile, "It was funny. I get it."

Ulysses looked up from the dishes he was washing, "Where's the shrimp?"

"Alexander calls her shrimp because she's so small."

"I'm not-" Lynette didn't even finish her argument. She knew it was true. 

"He calls you shrimp?" Disappointment stuck to his brother's face, "he doesn't call you any other food-related names, does he?"

Huh. That's a good question. I've only heard Shrimp. 

"No. But Xander reminds me that he eats humans more than I'd like," Lynette replied, putting a lid on the rice, "I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe he's forgotten my name, yet all my other coworkers use it, and he's calls me by my name when he's annoyed."

Drake saw his brother sulk further. You know how Alexander is. He's never been around a human for this long, let alone one like her. Drake lifted the pouch to his mouth and started to drink from it. Not that I'm any better sometimes. 

He resisted the urge to cover his face with his bangs.

Another heart approached the kitchen, Charletta. 

She popped her head inside. She was sweating and smiling wide. "Ulysses, your brother is much more cunning than I thought." 

Did she actually fight him?

"You were fighting Alexander?!" Ulysses exclaimed.

Charletta, who hung off the door frame by her hand, swinging back and forth excitedly, squealed. "I did! He said, 'Yeah, I really wanted to get my ass kicked today,' so I told him, 'cool,' and we started to spar!" 

He was being sarcastic, and you took him seriously. Oh my god. He didn't let himself laugh outloud. 

Drake looked back over at Lynette. He could hear the inside of her chest thumping faster and harder than a dog's tail when you tell them it's time to go outside. 

"I-" The loud boom from outside spurred everyone's eyes. They could make out Wenna from the kitchen on the 'battlefield.' 

Ulysses ran past Charletta, and she followed. 

Lynette looked like she wanted to pursue but looked back at the food. She probably has to watch the food.  

"They'll be fine. Everyone else is here, too." Drake commented, finishing the last of his drink. 

"You're right," Lynette turned back to everything cooking on the stovetop.

He threw away the near-empty pouch. He didn't feel comfortable ripping it open and licking the inside in front of her. 

Since were alone I should say it.

"Hey, Lynette." She slowly looked his way and turned down the heat on the last pot.

He found it awkward meeting her gaze. "I'm sorry about Sunday morning," the mention made her heart cower.

She would have been a hell of a lot more tempting if he hadn't drank beforehand.

"I didn't mean to try and eat you. I wouldn't even have liked that." After saying it, he couldn't get Alexander's mocking laugh out of his head. It spurred his shame. 

"I wish someone else would say that to me, too," Lynette muttered quietly, sighing. He heard her fearful tremors, yet he could tell she had already forgiven Drake. "It's okay. Your mom and sister explained..." 

Drake stopped paying attention to what she said. What did they say? He asked. His slightly clawed fingers came up and wrapped around her. It stopped her. "What did they tell you?" 

Her blood pumped faster. 

"T-The magic thing, how it wastes your energy quicker to use it." Lynette's hands came up at his arms. You can't stop me.

"What else?" His body felt an unnerving skittishness.

"That's it." She held onto his forearms, "are you okay?"

He let her go. She's not lying. "Sorry." He nervously looked around, expecting someone to listen in on their conversation. He did hear a familiar beat closer to the back door that led outside. Alexander. 

...

Alexander (Much earlier).

He huffed, getting off the ground. You're such an asshole. Everyone was watching except Shrimp, Ulysses, and his dad, who was late. 

Drake gave him a smile from his high. 

"You're an ass."

"I think you mean Winner," Drake wore a big cheeky grin. 

"Urgh," Alexander rolled his eyes. 

He had been slammed onto the ground 10 times in a row by Drake, and he wasn't looking forward to another. Luckily, it seemed like Drake was satisfied. 

Alexander stretched out his back the best he could in his long sleeve. It was a little tighter than he remembered it being the last time he wore it.

It was one of the few clothes he had that didn't have encryption to change sizes. In retrospect, he realized Elise might have done it intentionally to fuck with him. I'd tear this shirt if I size shifted. He grunted, realizing he'd have to put a seal on it later.

He grabbed his jacket from one of the nearby stumps and dusted himself. He threw it on after. He then jumped when he flipped to see Ulysses' wife right in front of him. She stood in the way of him walking back. 

He peered down into her lively dark gray hue, "What?" Her expression reminded him of Claudia. 

"Do you want to spar?" She twisted and nudged him in his chest, "You can use magic too."

With a glow in his eyes, he studied her figure. She has less magic potential than her brother, but she'd still suck to fight. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Yeah, I really wanted to get my ass kicked today." He said sarcastically.

"Cool!" He caught the glow of her eyes. 

Instinctually, his body created a cloak. And that's about all he could do.

Charletta's fist went at him in a flash and struck him straight in his gut. 

The force, though it didn't break his cloak, sent him spiraling back. 

His feet took a little while to hit the ground. He stumbled once they did. He refused to fall on his ass again so soon. 

Alexander's cloak barely remained intact, so he wasn't damaged. He opened his mouth, and as soon as he looked ahead of himself, she created a burst of light to blind him. 

He waited for his eyes to recover, using his sense of smell as an indicator. It was attuned to picking up his preferred 'meal options' such as the one he could smell inside, but if he focused, like now, he could catch Charletta's unappetizing scent.

She was coming from straight ahead. He ran his hand up in front of him, and it looked as though the air solidified into a long thick strip. It was a barrier. 

The smell shifted as soon as he did it. 

Behind.

Alexander concluded Charletta used spatial magic. She used it to move so rapidly without a change in air pressure. His sight was still fuzzy; so he could only make a thin barrier once he twisted. 

She struck, shattered it, and his arm kept her from hitting his side.

His cloak absorbed its limit of impact and broke. So her magic enhanced hit fully flourished into him. The pain erupted into a sting like he was pummeled by hot coals before going entirely numb. 

He didn't lose his stance. His vision returned so he could look her in the eye. 

"And here I thought that strong exterior was only for show" Charletta said. 

"Fuck of-"

She drew his energy through the fabric she tore from his long sleeve. Alexander then went to throw himself back, and she took advantage of his lack of balance.

Fuck, I forgot she's a magus. No physical touch. 

Charletta looped her arm under the one she hit and went to tossed him toward the ground. He was ready to strike it for the eleventh time today, but she created a spatial tear at it instead.

She threw him through it, his body falling in the air at least thirty feet high. He could have assisted himself and made a barrier but Charletta let an powerful blast of force shot through the tear too.

He created another cloak before it hit, and the cloak broke as soon as his back crashed into the soil. He growled out in more pain. 

He saw her come through, and he tried to get up, only to feel all the dirt rush over his form in an attempt to encase his body. His eyes quickly darted over to the right before their sight was snatched. 

He used the same as her. Spatial magic. 

He appeared a little behind her right as she slammed into the empty pile of soil. His jacket barely on.

He made barriers around them to keep her contained, which she ran into. No more running. 

He felt the strain and burning of his energy in his eyes. Performing magic in rapid succession was a skill a prodigy like him was privileged to naturally have. However, every time he did it, it was like his energy was a spiked cord being ripped out of his body.

Alexander had yanked off his half-on jacket. And changed the encryption on the coat.

He altered it using creation magic's modification variation to make it twist tightly together into a rope.

Unfortunately for Charletta, Alexander also put a barrier in the ground to limit the amount of Earth she could use against him. He whipped the rope at her, and it enveloped her hand. He jerked the rope toward himself but got out of the way. Her free hand gently grazed him, taking more than he'd like. The barrier rippled when her body collided with it. 

He twisted her arm behind her and the other end of the rope struck her bare wrist like a snake. Both of her arms were now behind her back, locked. 

He yanked them up and pressed the side of his body at her clothed back. 

"That was surprisingly clever," she said with her face pressed against the barrier due to him pinning her. "And it's good that you're not letting me see you either."

"Yeah, because if a magus touches me or one as strong as you looks at me means, I'm fucking screwed." 

Charletta laughed giving on last attempt to move before she admits defeat, "You win then, Alex." 

Alexander undid the barriers and the "rope." Charletta kept a reasonable distance. She was far less spent on energy than Alexander, who knew his chance of winning would get smaller and smaller if he dragged it on.

His stomach hissed in agreement. 

He cracked his jacket and readjusted its seal to only change to his height again. It's wrinkled as crap. He didn't fix his black long-sleeve. 

Alexander grunted and assessed Charletta. 

"Checking up on me?" Charletta teased and then held up a hand to him, "Great match."

He took it without hesitation.

Charletta smiled as they shook, "You know I could take all your energy if I wanted."

Alexander dropped his shoulders and said, "Yeah, you could, but you won't."

Her hand kept his in place, "Really, are you sure about that, Alex?"

He looked at her and then back at their hands, "If you wanted to, you would have already. It'd be stupid to warn me before doing it."

She let go and happily chuckled, "You're blunt and trusting, huh?" 

He flicked his head away and cracked his fingers, "You wouldn't do something like that with everyone watching either." 

Charletta nodded along, "true."

You married a weird one, Ulysses. Alexander's thought. However, as he walked away from Charletta and back to the house, his mind started to lose any semblance of thought besides his instinct to consume.  

Why does she have to be here. He hadn't gotten over Lynette being part of the Paytons. The odds were surreal, to say the least. 

And, of course, he felt something squirm into his mind. His eyes drifted away from the house where he was headed and to the male coming down the steps to meet him. Wicks stop fucking reading my mind. 

The smug smile held by Lynette's older brother told him that Wicks wouldn't.

"Seeing you fight Charletta looked fun. We should spar again.~" 

Alexander adjusted his glasses, and a scowl followed. Your enhancement magic makes you too fucking fast, strong, and resilient. 

"Hell no." 

Wicks went forward and looped his arm with Alexander's. He looked like he'd drag him by force. "Admitting defeat already, where's your pride?"

Alexander planted his feet before Wicks dragged him back any further, "We both know I can't fight your ass, especially not on a handicap." He met the shorter male's gaze, "I don't want to lose control of my body during a mock fight." 

His smile dropped, then was replaced with an idea. "I'll give you some energy to make it even." 

"I'm not a dumbass," Alexander said, "I didn't even want to fight your sister either." 

"I'll spar with you, Wicks!" Drake's nosy older sister said, putting her phone away, and springing up from looking over the deck.

"Wenna-" It was no use. Wenna dragged Wicks out there instead. 

Alexander's eyes skimmed over the adults talking outside and back to the door that led inside. 

"I've never seen someone intertwine spells so fluidly besides Stefan. And you're so young."

He didn't know who she was talking too. Then he realized Madre was talking about him. She held a wine glass with Danee. 

Danee bobbed her head, "Exactly!"

Alexander denied their claims, "I burned through way too much energy," his stomach called out for food. He hoped it wasn't loud enough for them to hear. "If I couldn't pacify my opponent, I would have screwed myself over." And before either of them could say another word, he pointed to the door.

"I'm going out to eat."

"Hurry back. The food should be done by the time you finish." Madre said.

Alexander nodded, opened the door, and felt his nose poisoned by her smell. He shut his eyes to take it all in, and he could feel his drive to pursue Lynette.

It would have overwhelmed him if someone didn't strike the back of his neck with their hand. He felt them surging energy into him. "The hell-" He pulled away turned back to see his dad. 

"You were looking low."

Alexander held the back of his neck, defensively, and refused to look his dad in the eyes. "I'm going out to solve that now."

"We're in the middle of nowhere; the closest drive to town is an hour." Pete's replied. "You won't be back in time for dinner."

...

Lynette

The food was done so I left Drake inside so I could tell Madre. Upon getting closer to the door, I noticed Alexander standing at it. Blocking my way.

He won't try anything. I assured myself.

Upon outlining his endowed figure, I picked up on the dirt and condition of his jacket. Did he get into a- I jumped at the sudden loud bang from beyond him. I pushed closer to him and saw his dad there with him. Both of them looked ready to jump toward the action. Neither noticed me right away.

Far off the patio I could see one of the hefty trees were snapped and had fallen to the ground. Wicks was far off in the distance fighting what looked to be Wenna.

"What happened?"

They both immediately turned to me. My eyes met Alexander's swirling faint blue clouds first. Pete's moved between us and patted my head, "don't you worry, Lynette, they're just sparring."

Alexander grumbled, "as long as your brother takes it easy."

"Is that what happened to you?" I accidently asked.

It caught him offguard, "huh?" He looked down at his dress jacket and tried to brush it off, "no, I was fighting your sister."

"My sister?! Why?!"

"Sparring, same as them." Alexander said.

Pete's finally removed his hand from me and then went to pat Alexander's back. It still wowed me that Pete's said he was fifty. He looked far too young to be fifty years old.

"Should have seen it. They are very fun to watch."

Alexander squinted at Pete's.

"Why don't you stay out here, join the others and enjoy a show." His dad offered.

I wanted to watch anyway as I didn't want Wenna or Wicks to hurt one another. I felt terrified enough that Charletta fought him.

My mission then popped like a window's update reminder, "right! We are probably going to have to stop anyway, the foods done."

Pete's smiled wide, "Great, right Alex?"

Alexander went past me without responding. It was like in the pizzeria before. Why doesn't Xander want to talk to his dad?

If it wasn't the holiday's, I would have pushed it, so instead I went to Madre and Danee.

And I didn't know why I was struck with a fit of tiredness when I walked to them.

 ...

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i’m in the midst of death note brainrot (again) and would love to hear your thoughts on misa’s character

I WAS LITERALLY SAYING THE OTHER DAY TO MY PARTNER THAT I CAN FEEL AN AUTUMN DEATH NOTE REWATCH COMING ON..... maybe maybe maybe

misa is so freaking fascinating to me!! maybe next death note rewatch will be an extra special misa focus edition 🔍 she's just so fucked up in such a fun way that tbh i kind of feel is a missed opportunity, especially in the latter half of the story (the anime at least - haven't read the manga). she's so self-centred and i love that for her. her motivation to be kira pours from her own heart. while light has never personally suffered at the hands of crime afaik, misa very much has - both her family's deaths and her own being attached. her devotion to the cause is not just for the sake of saving the world but for saving herself, back on that night. it's like this vicarious way she can get back at "criminals" because she couldn't prevent her own family dying. it's ground into her!! that is the kind of experience you can't just shake out of her!! you can set misa on any path away from kira and i truly think she would barrel right onto it because the existence of kira gives her those warm and fuzzy feelings of retribution or maybe even safety that just like, filters right into her obsessive love for light

i like that even though she's clearly devoted to light, she's still an independent operator (well as much as the writing allows at certain times. eyeroll). i think light's whole attitude around "managing" her approach to being kira is so fkn illustrative of the derision with which he views a lot of people lol. there's something so interesting about how he views misa as impulsive and emotionally driven, so she's deranged, but obviously he is different even though their core beliefs are the same. like you might be using strategy but your goal is the same. idk

YOTSUBA ARC MISA AND POST TIMESKIP MISA ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME PERSONALLY. yotsuba arc because i'm like. oh my god the fact that she is not given ANY narrative space to either literally or metaphorically beat L's ass is a fucking choice BUT the fact that her dislike of him seems to come out as purely petty spats while he and light are chained together is so fucking funny. hater arc, but also, you could write a 9k character study unpacking all of this. it all kind of loops around to this iron-clad optimism that everything is somehow gonna turn out alright... and at that point in time, she doesn't even know how much shit she's gotten herself into. i do really really love that moment in this arc where misa gets her memories back after visiting the tower (when matsuda falls off a balcony. you know the one) but light doesn't have his and L is not even clued into what's happened. and light so so so wants to catch kira and clear his name and misa's sitting there like :)) like, i know she's gonna conspire to give light his memories back ASAP because that's The Plan but come on that brief glimpse in time is so fun and for misa her access to the death note & shinigami is such an important and consistent bargaining tool in her own survival. it was cool to see her have a monopoly on it, no matter how brief

they're so fucking worsties

there's definitely something to say here about her relationship with rem too but honestly i'm gonna have to go back to sources on this one. for me i've always kind of felt some parts of the fandom try to bend rem and misa into the "cute background lesbian couple" template that so many fandoms run on and i'm like. mate. you're not selling me. rem loves misa but misa is just too awful and/or deranged for all of that. i've always kind of felt their relationship was tragic in part because misa didn't fully understand the depth of rem's love for her / took it for granted until rem died. but again, i need to go back to sources

OH and this is getting long but i have the softest spot of all for post-timeskip misa. she is so me and my husband by mitski core. her life is falling to shit around her. her lifespan has been quartered. and she gives up her memories!! her knowledge of the death note has always been her key to survival and light sweet talks her into giving it up and this is the bit where i start hollering and screaming. and from then on, she doesn't even realise how much shit she's in. it's not just that she's in a failing engagement. it's that her fiance has wrung her for everything she had to give and she is being left to the wayside. her suspicion that light is having an affair is almost framed as comical but it's all she fucking has!!! she loves him because it's all she has. she has to choose between light and kira like this is some cosmic fucking joke and she cheers on light apparently trying to catch kira because she loves him. because what else exists in her memory from the last five years of her life???? FUCK

post-timeskip misa is genuinely fucking tragic to me because like. through the sheer power of sweet talking light manages to entirely defang her. she's lost rem. she has a book, she has the eyes, but she uses them solely under light's discretion. and then she gives up her memories because light asks. and like she is 100% a terrible person with the whole mass murdering thing but that kind of adds to it in a way. you get me

#THIS WAS SUCH A RAMBLE.........ANYWAY. #misa's very cool she's not appreciated enough in the source material imo OR the fandom at large but thats not news #post timeskip misa especially gives me worms. brah she just wants to be loved. yeah i know she killed all those people. yeah yeah i know sh #will one day experienced the very deaths she ordered by her own pen a thousand thousands' times over. but that's the point #her fate was sealed from the start just like lights and takadas and so on but she was the one that died slow #especially if u believe the interpretation that she died at the end of the series #which i think would mathematically make sense....TWO eye deals misa. are you deranged (yes) #anyway. go misa misaaaa #dn.posting

[daiseukiis]

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EDIT OH I AM SO DUMB

RE-EDITNG AND ADDING JSDFW

kaiser - i actually started liking this stupid koolaid hair dipped man because of a few smaus. yk those like scenerios of like 1/2 ss yea... fell for him there. i dont even know why i have so much appeal to him, probably because he's s smug cocky little shit and his tattoos honestly get me. but still, that little ass needs to be humbled and i am here all for it ;)

despite me and him like being so suffocatingly flirtly with him that almost everyone hates it, they also appreciate the times that i am the only one that can smack his stupid ass up right again and humble him. he really does listen to me, and he most likely admires my determination and super blunt ass lol. before games he makes sure to kiss me, he thinks it a good luck charm. we play pass sometimes, though i'm not any good at football he still enjoys playing with me ( or so he says he does ). he remembers the small things surprisingly, how i love the colour purple and though not into dresses, loves buying ones with blue roses ( ironically enough, a very pale or royal shade of blue rlly suits me so if he sees it he's buying it ) and he lets me use his card to go shopping!

kise - i cannot get this dumb blonde idiot out of my head like what the actual fuck. when i saw him i'm like oh he's pre cut, but omg the more scenes of him i ended up liking him and how determined he is. esp that scene of kasamatsu telling him off, this guy also needs to be humbled. i rlly liked his character development and i like how it shows that kise isn't just some 'good guy' everyone says he is. also, this bitch has been nerfed so many times in the anime like ??? HE IS UNSTOPPABLE HE ISTG THE STRONGEST GOM AND THEN BOOM INJURED.

me and kise is me turning down his flirtyass sometimes haha, he needs to be humbled like kaiser! he is another that most likely admires me for my attitude. i'm no gom player like him, nor am i like outstandingly amazing at ball, we play tgtr and this stupid asshole never lets me win! i give him pointers since i used to coach, he absolutely loves my dedication to the sport lol. i hate how he teases me, regardless of my competitive dancing background could not for the love of me survive dance dance rev. i hate him for that. we go shopping tgtr and when we go out we're lwk matching ! he dresses me up, i dress him up. he takes me to his modelling gigs sometimes and when they need an extra i model w him :3

sting - my first anime crush ! the owner of my heart, kise, kaiser and everyone else be renting ! ( real ! ) literally would melt again in his presence. pre gmg sting was such an asshole, like he was michael kaiser asshole it is so astonishing. but he actually does care a lot though under that masked cocky crop top he's always in. istg when lector disappeared and he cried for him back rlly stung, and i love how he cares so much about other post gmg !!! like omg, i could fall to my knees im so in love with him it's so crazy.

i would nag at him to do his guild work, because as guild master he really needs to get his shit together or else we can't go on jobs tgtr. he sucks at cooking, so i'm the one who cooks for him; depending on how busy he is doing paper work i'll feed him too! always pecks me a kiss if he has to go on a mission and will always come back with souvenirs for me. he's a bit forgetful, but i can see that he makes up for it for surprise dates, lots of cuddles and kisses.

#༊*·˚ a wish upon a goddess #༊*·˚ koca has heard your wish #༊*·˚ a kiss of blessing #༊*·˚ zen <3 #I RE DID IT #SJHEBD #BUT ZEN YOU COULD DEF TELL WHO I AM MORE BIASED FOR SHJE #STING LITERALLY HAS ME IN A HOLD IN HIS ARMS #KAISER AND KISE ARE SO CONFUSED HOWWW

[potatothots]

Autumn

Genre: Horror, Thriller

Rating: PG/Teen

Pairings: dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: death, inaccurate versions of mythological[1] creatures, blood, obsessive!winter soldier, dark!winter soldier, body modification

Part of my What are You? series!

Note - I'm not your guardian. You read what you want. I can't stop you. If you don't heed the warnings, too bad for you, not me. 

[1]I like mythology. I also like making up my own.

Potatos aren’t the best at editing their own work. I’ve been writing this over and over until I’m basically pissed off at it, but I like it at the same time. So…enjoy!

The hike from our cars into the woods to see the graveyard was supposed to be filled with laughter and spooky revelry. Halloween had us all drunk on the scares. I can’t remember whose idea it was, but we decided the best idea for the kick-off of an All Hallows’ Eve party was to visit an abandoned graveyard. In our costumes. I might have been wearing flats with my witch costume, but at twenty I hadn’t realized that cute flats do not mean comfort. 

The crude map we found on the Internet had long proved useless. Cary and Beth decided it was too creepy after a mile and went back to the car. Glenn, Sean, and I continued on. We finally stumbled upon the site. It was hidden in a clearing with a rotten iron fence desperate to keep the surrounding life away. The mist clung heavily in the air. The tombstones were crumbling under the weight of time. It was cliche and not as scary with the sunlight still poking through the trees. It was beautiful, however. I started taking pictures when I heard Glenn say he’d go get the other two girls and for Sean to protect me from the serial killers. 

Except as the sun started to set I realized I was alone. I thought it was a joke at first. How could it be anything else? Monsters aren’t real and Sean was known to be the prankster among us. I kept calling out for him. I walked around the small graveyard and wove myself between the trees to look for him. I wish I could say it was eerily silent, but the wind rustled through the dead leaves. The few animals around made noise as they went to hide from me as I walked. 

I kept checking the time on my phone. After ten minutes I gave up. I walked back to the graveyard and huffed in annoyance. 

“Sean, this isn’t some 80’s slasher flick. Come on, we have that party.” I called out. When I got no response I tried again. “I’m cold and the sun’s setting. We should get back to the car and see where the others are.”

There was a weird gurgling noise behind me. Like an inhale of air caught in bubbling water. I turned and saw Sean and someone seemingly cloaked in shadow. The man had a hand around Sean’s neck so tightly the boy’s face was turning pale. 

I should have run for help right then and there. I now know Sean was dead before I even saw it. 

“Hey!” I yelled, “Let him go!” Anger laced in my words as I stormed over to them. 

Sean’s arms were limp at his sides. His head lulled in the man’s grip. I didn’t understand what I was seeing. The man had inhuman strength to hold up a human just by the neck. His arm, however, kept catching my eye. There was a swirling, faint glow that made an outline of a well-muscled human arm.

“I said - “ I balled up my fist and struck at the man, “Let him go!” 

I felt my knuckles collide with his face. It hurt me, but it must’ve hurt him, too. He dropped my friend and staggered back. The darkness around him faded and I could see him fully. He had espresso dark hair that fell almost to his shoulders. The warm-colored skin on his face was marred with a red print of my fist on his cheek under eyes dark as the midnight sky. 

His ethereal hand reached up to touch his cheek, his face is unreadable except for the raised eyebrow. I wanted to say he was confused, but he didn’t sound that way when he spoke. He laughed. It started as a low chuckle and then got louder. Pissed, I punched him again. This time in his mouth. My knuckles came back bloody, but so was his bottom lip. All he did was grin while he licked the blood off his mouth.

Looking back on it, I really wish I had run for help. I might not have survived the evening. Glenn had gone missing and Cary had watched as Beth had died of a savage attack from the same strange man. At least if I hadn’t survived I wouldn’t have spent two years in a mental health facility and a lifetime of therapy to get stable again. 

If I hadn’t survived, I wouldn’t have to deal with him haunting me now.

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There’s no chill in the air here where I live now. Autumn might come and go with little thought in the minds of people if it weren’t for football, pumpkin spice, and leaves turning brown. As I sit by my window and look down onto the street I dream of a cold wind on my cheeks that makes them burn. A fire that spreads through the mountains’ trees in shades of reds, golds, and oranges. I rest my head on my window that’s chilled by the air conditioner and sigh. It’s mid-October. The trees are still green. Flowers bloom and greet the sun with happy faces. Even the cemetery across the street looks lively with the pert foliage growing like weeds. 

It’s beautiful here. It’s why I live here. My bakery thrives in this small town.

But, something about autumn has always captivated me. It’s the start of beginnings. The old falls off, it dies away and leaves space for the new things to come. My mind wanders back to all the vacations in the mountains. To the years I spent living there. I love it here, yet something still haunts me. It hurts. It’s not the call of promise, but of surrender. I’m restless to ignore it so I turn in for the night. 

…Men and women dance in a masquerade ball. Gold-tipped autumn-dipped leaves dance to the slow tunes of a dying song. My red, rose-adorned dress seems too lively for this court. The king, his steel crown glistening like ice, wears an obsidian half skull mask and the black of the night around his eyes. He stands statuesque and surveys his kingdom that he stole with cold-blooded murder disguised as a war for liberty. He might have lost an arm, but he gained an endless following. I can feel myself being pulled to him. He takes my hand in his eerily cold, magical one that was made to replace the one lost. He leads me to the dance floor. I can’t look away from the stone eyes; so alive with want and so dead with life... 

…I’m running from oppressive darkness. It’s bitter and stings when my heart beats. The beautiful leaves float around me. Begging me to stay forever in soft whispers through the trees. I kick off my heels. I have to get away. The faster I move, however, the faster the wind rips at my cheeks. Drops of blood can’t stain a ball gown so red…

…I stop where bits of green earth struggle to survive under my feet. It’s barely soft, but it wraps around my exposed toes. The warmth radiates into my body. The foliage caught upon the wind crashes into the door of the house in front of me. The cabin looks mossy and damp. More of a well-loved Hobbit hovel than a human house. Archaic symbols mar the wood along the outside of the cabin. 

I reach for the door. I can feel the homey warmth like a soft blanket enveloping me. 

“Don’t go,” the man with the ice crown whispers in my ear.

I turn to retort, but he’s standing far behind me. Waiting at the fence line. Unallowed to cross physically, but I feel him near me. His eyes bore into me with the weight of his question. His want. Oppressive and obsessive, it’s turned into a deadly need. 

I can’t give him the forever he always asks for.

“You always play this game, but you always come back to me.” The man speaks. He paces at the fence’s edge like a predator calculating his next move. His steps rot the bits of green that had managed to grow outside of the fence. “You want me. I can feel it, just as I know you can.”

I shake my head. Brushing the hair out of my face, I sigh. “I don’t want what you can give me.”

“We can be one together, forever. No one can offer you this. I can give you everything.”

“It’s selfish and I don’t want it.” I retorted. “You're nothing but cruel. You kill everything and everyone I love. I'll never spend forever with you. I’d rather be lonely.”

I pick up my skirts and turn back to the house. I can hear him speaking, low, growling. I don’t understand the language. I never do when he speaks it. It’s alien to me, unlike the protective words I’ve learned and scratched into my mind’s cabin that protect me from him. Hearing him now I wish I did. It's not until I hear him speak English do I look back at him.

“Then I will freely give you my greatest gift to show you how different I can be. Turning over a new leaf, as it were. Just for you.”

His mask is off and shows his beautiful face. Sharp, blue eyes, skin sun-kissed with a hint of fresh peach, chocolate hair flickering around his shoulders like feathers. He looks not like the death he holds dominion over. But his heart and mind are twisted rotting roots intertwined for so long they’re destroying one another. 

“Autumn happens every year, my love. Fall is the season for fresh starts.” 

He smiles. It fills me with dread. Especially with those words so similar to my thoughts. The wind picks up again. Beautiful, fiery leaves flicker through the air. Air traces across her cheeks like a caress. 

“What are you? Truly? Why do you keep hounding me?”

His ability to haunt me in my dreams even though I was thousands of miles away from my old home bothered me. I never accepted any of his advances. Not even when he offered to help me overcome the trauma he caused - as if allowing him to own me could erase the images burned into the back of my eyes.

“I am whatever you want me to be. Truly. Whoever you want, I can be that for you.” 

The edge of his mouth curled down at my scoff.

“Fine.” He narrowed his eyes. 

The creeping darkness he commanded slithered towards him from the dead forest around him. The temperature plummeted until it hurt. This is why he’s called the Winter Solider: He commands Siberian-like temperatures from the oppressive and bleak shadows.

“If I must endure this game of yours, love, then we shall have eternity to do it under my rules.”

The murky tendrils of his power shoot forward from his ghostly hand. It hits me right in my chest. It feels like my heart stops. Alarm bells ring in my ears. He’s never been able to get past the fence before. Is he getting stronger? …Am I getting weaker? The moment it beats again I fall to my knees, gasping for air. I will not give in. I will never…

—

I wake to the smell of decaying debris and moldy dirt. The wetness clings to me like a second skin. I pull myself up from the ground. Confused, I look around me. I’m on the floor in my room. I rush to shower, wanting to get the musty smell off me. Dressed, I go enjoy my coffee on my window perch downstairs and wait for my food to cook. The punctual sun is high in the sky. The outside world looks the same. Green, lively. Calm. My neighbor passes by on her morning run. The kids next door scramble onto the school bus.

When the bus passes I notice a new car at the house across the street. It had been vacant for months, then without any warning torn down and rebuilt. 

“Must be new neighbors,” I muse to myself before I sip my coffee. 

The car is nice. A sleek black something that would have all the attention on and off the road. A man got out in simple jeans and a tee and went to the front door. His dark hair was pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. He looked built from behind. If this was the only view I’d ever have of him I wouldn’t mind. I watched him unlock his door and leave it ajar to put some boxes he’d carried inside. 

When he turned around I dropped my coffee as my body went rigid from fear.

#winter solider x you #winter soldier x reader #what are you #dark winter soldier x reader #dark!winter soldier #dark!winter soldier x reader

[thatonefatgumsimp]

so...I may or may not have gotten bored and made a whole incorrect quote tiktok feud between my au young millenial Enji and young gen z Hizashi...

Context: the responses are them stitching back and forth and replying to each other's tiktoks

Enji: "Anyone else hate how gen z is always going around claiming things as their own like the spoiled little brats they are? Oh we invented the cha cha slide, we invented twerking, we invented the cotton eyed joe- bitch no you didn't? We created all those things, those are ours."

Hizashi: "Anyone else hate how millennials are going around trying to steal a platform that isn't theirs cuz their mommy and daddy never gave them attention?"

Enji: "See you say that, but then all of you wear those stupid-ass sunglasses, mom jeans that make you look like a middle aged mother, and a middle part that emphasizes just how little you wash your hair."

Hizashi: "Says the one who went around wearing low rise skinny jeans, thongs, and those wack-ass side parts. Like bestie, get with the vibe. That's so last decade. Also do you not see how fluffy my hair is? I literally washed it yesterday. The audacity."

Enji: "Wig. No one cares. And at least I don't blame shit personality traits on my zodiac sign."

Hizashi: "Well at least I don't blame shit personality traits on my Hogwarts house and think drinking everyday is a personality trait. Literally go to double A, boomer. Low-key."

Enji: "At least we don't romanticize revolution, burning down the government, dying in protests, killing cops, and only shave once in a century, you literal fetus."

Hizashi: "I'm sorry, I don't remember last century…tell us, grandpa, what was the first world war like? Do you still have memorabilia from then like the original black and white gameboy and first edition Pokémon red?"

Enji: "See you think you're all that and a bag of chips, but you're not. Please finish puberty before you try to sit at the adult's table, kiddo."

Hizashi: "Literally what are you even saying? Speaking gibberish animal crossing lookin ass. "wig", "all that and a bag of chips" like what does that even mean, you fuckin dinosaur?"

Enji: "Your generation acts like you know nihilism, but you've literally only lived a decade and a half. Think before you continue speaking."

Hizashi: "Sorry, you're right. I'll just shut up until I've lived a century like you. Like damn you just like complaining, huh, Karen? I suggest you take several seats. And fix your hair while you're at it."

Enji: "Well you and your entire generation can suck it. You can't tell me what to wear or how to act. I've been rocking this side part since you had Kermit on your underwear."

Hizashi: sitting in a chair in his room with his real glasses on, midway down the bridge of his nose and a pen and notepad in hand "Mmhm…and does that make you feel better and more mature that you're going online emotionally dropkicking children? Does it give BDE? Cuz I'm gonna be honest, it's giving compensation for me…would you like to talk about it?"

Enji: "Ironic that you're acting like a therapist for me when your generation is literally the most depressed generation. mockingly Would you like a cookie?"

Hizashi: "Mmmmh no thanks, my parents taught me to never take candy from strangers…they also taught me how to have basic manners unlike you apparently."

Enji: "Well at least my generation isn't the bunch of dumbasses that's trying to cancel Eminem. That's cute that you even think you can do that. He was around before any of you were even born. What? Are you just mad that he was an actual lyricist unlike your modern mumble-rappers? In fact, I think you're the one that needs to take a chill pill. He was spitting bars before you could even talk."

Hizashi: "Mmh mmh, see- that's not even what we were talking about, don't go off topic Mr. "my generation has no idea how to use emojis correctly"."

Enji: "I can't even with you, child. You're testing my patience. We invented and used emojis first. Try again, Little Tyke. And honestly? Kindly stfu. No one asked you for your opinion anyways."

Hizashi: "Woahhhh calm down, Jamal, don't pull out the 9. And patience? Honey, what patience. It's giving chronically online. Go touch grass."

Enji: "At least I'm not an idiot who calls yoga pants flared leggings."

Hizashi: "Well at least we don't pay an ungodly amount for overpriced avocado toast or call our pets fur babies, idiot. Mic. Dropped. Get dunked on, boomer."

#shitposting #random shitpost #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect mha quotes #mha shitpost #bnha shitpost #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #idk man i got bored-

[beverlychills]

Introductory Post

PLEASE at least skim through the tags. Navigating this autism castle I've built may get difficult if you don't.

Also see below: Guide for takedown requests

Hi there, call me Taffy! (Any pronouns)

I'm a neurodivergent fella obsessed with Lethal League. I'm also obsessed with archiving things, and I have a dedicated personal server where I collect all the LLB fanart I can.

For a while I've been wanting to give other people easy access to all this old and new content, but I don't want to invite people to the server, and booru-making is closed right now, so this—an account made to reblog every LLB post I can find—is the next best option.

For now I run this account alone, and my archiving only encompasses things on tumblr, this may change later but I can't say for sure.

I plan to keep this archive going as long as possible.

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Despite my wants to preserve everything Lethal League, there are some artists I refuse to archive due to personal convictions, or being personally asked not to archive their work.

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Archived posts will not be tagged as #ship unless the OP states so, or it is very explicitly intended to be ship art—flirting and kissing and stuff. Ships will be tagged as the involved characters' names in alphabetical order, in lieu of affectionate shipnames. This is to avoid creating extra things for you poor soul to memorize. Also, negative content about any given ship will have "neg" tacked onto the end. ❌ #candylatch ✅ #candyman x latch 🔘 #candyman x latch neg

For OCs, search their name, and for specific artists, search their blog url. ie: #cue #klayfruit Furthermore, fanon interpretations of LLB characters may be tagged like this: #henry #candyman

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If two OCs happen to have the same name, the name will be followed up with the creator's username depending on which OC is being referred to. This also applies if an OC name overlaps with a warning tag;

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[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Word find tag (Clear, Dark, water, salt, and ash)

Thanks for the tag @nanashi23!

Since I've been working on Fractured Souls, I'll be using that. For those not familiar, it's the sequel to the book I finished writing in June (I'm procrastinating on final edits by writing a whole nother book, okay? okay. lol)

Leaving this as an Open Tag. Feel free to tag me if you use my words, I'd love to see them!

Your words are: disturb, clatter, alarm, flare, flinch

CLEAR

Kiala sighed. "Darian, this is Alaia. Alaia, this is Darian." She left it at that. No need to scare her with titles when she clearly didn't even believe she was fae. Which Kiala was having trouble wrapping her mind around.

She watched as Alaia and Darian just stared at one another. Alaia's face still held the shock of what Kiala had told her, which Kiala saw shift into confusion before slowly sliding into what she thought was fear. Oh, shit.

DARK

The male's gaze flicked up and down her body as he took another step closer, his amber eyes darkening as the muscles of his jaw feathered. "I won't let any further harm come to you. You're safe here."

She almost laughed, reflexively rubbing her right wrist. There was no place she would ever be safe while she was bound… her hand encountered no bangle, and she looked down, shock coursing through her. The shadow pulsed with anger as she traced the space where the bangle had been, her wrist now banded with a thick streak of black.

WATER

"Human, what are you doing?"

Their voice mimicked the rhythms of the ocean this time, but when Alaia turned towards the water, she recognized that green kelpy hair. The aicaya's pearl-white eyes and faintly green scaled skin featured in her dreams at night, before they turned into nightmares.

"Ah yes, since you went through the Veil, I suppose it's no longer appropriate to call you human, is it?" The aicaya was reclining in the shallow water, tendrils from their green tail fin moving up and down with the waves. "What should I call you, then?"

SALT

There was a moment she almost broke free. Then iron bands wrapped around her chest, and Alaia flailed her legs, kicking and screaming as she was dragged outside, outside to be put down like the animal she was…

"Alaia! Mi'alla, please. You're okay, you're not in a cage. You're not in a cage. You're not going back, no one is…" The voice broke, and the pain permeating her soul took on a new meaning.

Dirt under her nails. A hand on her back. The scent of salt… tears? One fell, dampening the earth beneath her, and she couldn't tell if it was her tear, or the tear of the person at her back.

ASH

"Nothing," Kadin said brightly, flipping a chair around and straddling it at the foot of the bed. "I'm happy to see you showered, Darian. Jinn blood and ifrit ash were not doing your complexion any favors."

Darian glared. "Don't you dare—"

"Your gold-dipped caramel skin is looking luscious once more, although it is still a bit glowy." Kadin gave him a sly look. "I wonder if your mate will tell me if your skin tastes like caramel. I'm sure I can get her to talk about your statuesque physique. I'm especially interested to know exactly how comfortable it is to lay on those slabs of muscle."

"Damnit Kade, we had a deal. You couldn't even last half a decade? Really?" Darian groaned, and Kadin chuckled.

#starlit plays tag games #word find tag #writing games

[measuringbliss]

you can't drop something that sounds as sick as cruciverbalist without explaining to me everything about the oc.

I might disappoint you since there's not much to say. He's an OC from April 2018, so at the time I was still... involved... in the D*ng*nr*np* fandom...

Anyway, let's talk about my cringiest era!

Bae-Je Sorel, half-Korean, half-French. Bae-Je (배겋 probably?) stands for... I have absolutely no idea, and it appears that it should be read Bae-Geoh so really, I'm just as confused as you are. Like, I apologize to anyone who vaguely knows Korean, this is... I don't know. ANYWAY.

"Sorel" comes from Julien Sorel, the protagonist of French classic novel Le rouge et le noir (The Red and the Black) by Stendhal, which I *haven't* read. I have no idea what this novel is about. I just thought (and still think) that "Sorel" is a nice sounding name. I think that's basically it. "Sorel" is pronounced just the same as "sorrel", which is a color similar to chestnut, hence the color being present in the pic above. Maybe there was also a link to "saumure" (brine) but... eh.

Basically, Bae-Je Sorel is what happens when you've been doing [insert cursed fandom name] roleplays for a while and you want to play again but, eh, maybe not, you don't feel motivated and years later you'll figure out that it's linked to your ADHD but for now, in 2018, you just... eh. That's it. So you stumble upon an interesting activity (creating crosswords), figure that it's fun and nobody else will pick *that* as the talent for their OCs (every D.R RP OC needs a specific talent).

Well, I don't even remember how much I roleplayed him. I half-assed his backstory and I just *know* I wasn't that interested in him.

Fun fact, here's the list of my D.R RP OCs by talent: Ultimate Suicidal Guy whose sprite was a modified version of a canon character, it was my first time doing sprite edit (the idea was that in a universe where characters killed each other, people were supposed to think he'd finally succeeded at doing it but surprise! actually he was murdered), Ultimate Opportunist (I played the previous guy and him at the same time because having your character murdered meant you couldn't play anymore, so we were allowed to have two of them which meant I had to juggle different devices because at the time Discord didn't really exist so we used SKYPE and it was A MESS. A BIG MESS. I'm talking "at first, use the same phone and just switch between two accounts anytime those characters do something, but the switching accounts takes a small while and by the time you're back, 150 messages have flown by" and later, "you use your Playstation Vita so that it's easier but it's still A MESS" let me tell you the Bliss of that time was SOMETHING) whose sprite was a barely modified version of Battler Ushiromiya, I think he actually had another, more official talent but I can't remember it but "Opportunist" was a ~secret talent~, I think after that I had another guy but I can't remember his talent for the life of me, I took his sprite from an unknown Japan-only PSP visual novel, then I had another guy who, this time, played a nice part in a RP, I used a fanart of Zen from Persona Q. That last character was a manipulator and I intended for him to be a killer from the start. He has, like, weapons or something in his watch. I think I got inspired by Light Yagami lol. Ironically, I think he was a victim. Oh well.

So I'm pretty sure Bae-Je was my last D.R RP OC. Or maybe the penultimate one.

I do have other OCs, because I worked for about 4 years on a fangame for that same universe, but I eventually officially gave up on making it in 2021, I think. The characters were much better than all of those above, thankfully lol

Oh, by the way, his pose imitates the one a character does in an anime opening of D.R. You see those characters fall and I thought it was a very striking image. Actually the whole OP is amazing so if you're curious, here's a link for the first version and for the second version (actually there's 3 versions from what I remember but it's about small changes).

...Dear Lord, didn't expect to write all that. Oh well.

#I'm actually still involved in that fandom because. um. I founded a fantranslation team for the games. so um. #i've been very heavily involved for pretty much a decade (ugh) but in the last few years I've tried to deal with it as little as possible

[bookishchef]

As promised, here's my very belated April 2023 wrap-up. I originally posted this to my Instagram in early May, but I forgot I could post it to Tumblr too 😅.

I read 13 books in April. Quite a lot, but many of them were audiobooks and manga volumes (which I always get through faster).

In April I finally started my Hunger Games reread and I really, really enjoyed it. 13 year old me thought the first book was okay, and the rest sucked. But 13 year old me was also completely incapable of media literacy. 22 year old me thinks the books are mindblowingly good.

During April I also continued the Shatter Me series (which I still do not enjoy), and I decided to read some books I'd been hyping up in my mind. Mainly: The Turn of the Screw and Red, White and Royal Blue.

I'll start with Red, White and Royal Blue.

God... What a disappointment. I was a bit hesitant about it to begin with because it's a mlm story written by a non-man (as far as I'm aware). And while I do think that people can write about whatever they want, I prefer to read own-voices when it comes to queer books.

This book is disgustingly millenial. It centres 2 Gen Z kids who prefer to calls themselves millenials "because the press likes them better that way." Which is such bullshit (avocado toast, anyone?) that my brain can't even comprehend it.

It is also filled to the brim with H*rry P*tter references. This book came out in 2019! R*wling's TERF behaviour was well-known, even then. Millenials really need to let that series go. Get a fucking grip.

The author is projecting their own Millenial thoughts on Gen Z kids and it just doesn't work. It feels wrong. I'm reading about people in their early 20s, who think and act like they're in their mid-thirties.

No fucking self-respecting Gen Z would say "wow, you're definitely a Hufflepuff". Not even ironically. Yet it happens in this book. Multiple times.

They call a dog a Slytherin for fucks sake.

The way Alex interacted with his siblings also gave me the ick. Besides, he had no reason to hate Henry. And the press acted quite unrealistically and was only a problem for the characters when the plot demanded it. I'm also a bit too cynical to believe in a world where a divorced female US president with an interracial family could exist.

So yeah, rant over. But the Turn of the Screw was kind of disappointing too.

I expected to get the Haunting of Bly Manor in book form. And I kind of did? Even the lesbian tension was there. It just wasn't as good as the show. And I still highly prefer the show over this book.

I also finished the Attack On Titan manga, which I've been reading on and off for 10 years. I haven't liked it much since the Marley arc started and I still have very mixed feelings about it. I'll never forget how mindblowing the anime was when I was 13. And how much I enjoyed the first ±90 chapters.

But then it turned kind of meh and everything started dragging on for way too long. And the blatant imperialism and possible fascism and antisemitism came up. And just no.

So yeah, now that I've finished it, I'll let it go. Maybe I'll think about it once or twice but I definitely won't post about it (not in a positive context anyway).

ART: A Thorn amidst Roses by James Sant (1887)

Edit by me.

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