#its been this crap for over 4 years man
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may i ask what happens between you, the fandom, and the crew if you're comfortable recounting? im thinking about getting back into eddsworld after a rocky start in the fandom, but if stuff is worse then..
I want to say firstly if you want to join the fandom don't let my views or story sway you in any way. It's all under the cut please don't go harassing people on my behalf or because you feel you're doing anything good.
A lot of people were victims, including myself of the crew (and by crew I mean those active in the Eddsworld discord before the Patreon change) aggressive and just mean behavior and actions. I'm talking a lot of mad shit spoken, arguments, fights, petty ass drama, and in my case. A lie created by Oblivion/Neep/Prince Jayden to have me kicked from the server. (from what I understand Collin/Jon and a few other crew members were involved as well)That I leaked the Patreon when I never had paid for it. I never had access to it. Either they knew this and didn't care or Bing forgot to mention old mods didn't have to pay for it. I really don't care who did it as most of them dislike me. They didn't like that I was quite blunt with my disapproval and had harsh opinions on their behavior and what was going on with the show. So since they couldn't actually just outright kick me, they figure getting me with this lie was good enough. Bing coming to apologize wasn't because he actually cared, it was more or less damage control pushed by another person, who I got all this information from. Then, you add in all the past grooming and SA crap that happened last summer. On top of these same people going to harass server members and their ex-friends. It is toxic, it is shameful. You think people who have done such bad things would wake up to the fact maybe you're the bad guy in this. You are doing terrible things for what? Your name on a show riddle with issues? Don't you have anything else going for you? I realize I'm tired, I got burnt out fighting and fighting for what I thought was the right thing but man I'm getting old myself I got a lot of opportunities elsewhere.
Regarding fandom, those very same people are now working on the show (SKL was involved too) so it's like I don't want to see them of course. So better I leave, block it all, and try to find some calm back in my fandom/internet life. As well as my own friends being targeted by them or by others over very petty nonsense. I feel bad that perhaps Jayden and the rest are targeting my friends cause of me, maybe they're trying to get at me. So leaving might make it easier on them. I'm not sure. There have been some awful harassment and bullying issues. The fact fandom rightfully opens the discussion of using fascism tropes with the red army but then ignores the rampant racism going on. Also since so many of the older fans are leaving, the younger ones are starting to repeat the same harmful discussions of irl vs show and using that dead man name to push their views.
(Take this next part with a hard grain of salt) Down to the fact that we might not know 100% what happen between Edd Gould and Cal from the google docs. But when I asked Matt about it he couldn't seem to tell us that Cal was an adult at the time of their relationship. I know England laws are different than the states but if you can't just say your friend was dating an adult and kinda avoiding the discussion something very weird going on.
Now if you wanna come back, just stick in your own lane, make your little friend groups, and just have fun is my best advice. Avoid these users as they are very twoface like the rest of the crew. During my time as curator and I got to see those masks drop when they realize you didn't suck up to them. It wasn't just me they acted like this with and I feel so bad for others they hurt to get the positions they have today. It wasn't fair and I understand why removing the one person who stood up to it all was in their mindset as they continue to harm others. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe it was just all in my head but after finding out from one of them what really happen, it fucking disgusting why they did this. Hope this help explain why I left the fandom and why I dislike the crew so much.
UPDATE: 5/1/2023
As of today Oblivion and Neepin have reached out to apologize for their involvement and behavior towards me and others. I appreciate this and I'm glad they are coming to see what they did was very wrong.
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BSD guys comfort you when you feel down
ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi
Hello beautiful! I hope you're doing well :) in honor of bungou stray dogs season 4, here are some new headcanons. I'm writing some hurt-comfort/fluff once more bc I'm a sucker for it and I'm ready for the year to be over already (only 10 days in haha💀).
Chuuya Nakahara
lmao fiesty boi
more spicy than takis
anyways
this shawty is a busy man, he has lots of work to always do so it would take him a few days to realize you're in a funk
I think he would figure out when he comes home for dinner and you arent as expressive as you usually are
he fell in love w you for how pure and adorable you areeee😭😭💕
he would ask what youre preparing for dinner and you'd answer w smth like "sigh, whatever you want. Or take out."
This boy loves your food, even if you suck at cooking
He sees you on the couch scrolling through your phone, seeing your unhappy expression
"Hey y/n.. whats wrong?"
"Hm? oh nothing, Im fine"
GIRLIE CUT THE CRAP-
hehe jkjk unless..
he would obviously not break you bc youre like invinsible and like the biggest stone walls protect your heart from being vulnerable :/
He'll tell you he's getting chinese or smth and grab his keys to leave
but in reality he goes out to the store and buys all your fav things and the things that remind him of you
this guy is rich, he will buy you everything
Imagine him coming home w ingredients for your fav meal and an extra bag w a new teddy bear and maybe even a face mask, perfume, and a new nail polish color, or maybe matching hoodiessss
"uh chuuya, what are you doing? what's that?"
"I dont know whats burdening your sweet lil head, but darling whatever it is, just acknowledge those bad feelings and set them aside. You're so strong, but I want you to rest now. I bought you something and Im gonna be cooking your favorite tonight. Go open your gift, I'll tell you when food is done."
cue your tears
"darling?"
"..thank you bub"
he'll wrap you in his arms, rubbing your head, and drawing shapes on your back
"shhh sh sh, I'm here now"
he'll grab a chair so you can hang out w him in the kitchen while he cooks
he'll softly smile everytime your face lights up while you are opening your gifts
then you'll get to the bottom of your present
a rock?
"rocks always remind me of you, silly girl"
he was your penguin, giving you the smoothest part of earth he could find
after dinner, he'll get a bath running and join you
just innocent touches on your body to help you relax and sweet nothings to help your tired mind.
you practically become jelly in his hold
he'll carry you to bed, rub your back some more
all the head kisses in the world from chuuya ofc
"sleep well, little lamb"
Osamu Dazai
im simping all over again, pls let me drown w him
i wanna cuddle and watch disney movies pls😩
depression who
this man knows the dark side, he has always had to protect himself from others
until he met you anyways
Lets say yall have been together for about 8-9 ish months. You both have opened up about your lives, but ofc not everything
Your past rises to the surface, whatever it is: its a bad memory and you break down
Im gonna say you found smth triggering while you scrolled through your cell phone
You were taking a sip of water when it happened and it caused your hand to slip
glass broken everywhere; the sound was loud and made your mind fuzzy
You couldnt move
"Dearest, i'm homeeeee🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻"
literally not rn dazai-
anyway, his eyes widen. there you are on the brink of collapse
your knees are physically trembling, eyes watering and foggy
you couldnt even process dazai being there, did you even know he was there?
"y/n.. dont. move. I'll pick up the glass"
he needs to make your surroundings are safe before he can assess what the hell actually happened here
you answer him with a whimper, still trembling
he quickly sweeps the glass closest to you so he can grab your hand. you flinch but allow the touch otherwise so he can set you down
youre sitting on the floor while he picks up the rest of the glass
once he tosses the glass out into the bin, you couldnt hold it in as you started bawling
dazai quickly comes to you, he kneels in front of you trying to get your attention
thankfully you look at him and reach for him
he gently manuvers you onto his lap and allows you to curl into him
"o-osamu, I cant anymore, it.. it hurts"
the detecrive wont say anything more than a few short comforting whisperings and shushing you while he plays with your hair and gives your head a few kisses
he'll wait to move from the floor when you can breathe, and if you need a little guidance, he will see to it
"y/n, look at the palm of my hand. When we breathe in, you're gonna slowly trace all my fingers starting with my thumb, okay? You're gonna do the same thing when we breathe out. Go from the middle of my palm to the thumb, alllll the way to my pinky, can my lovely do that? here, lets do it together."
And slowly you inhale, you tickle his fingers when you trace the base of each of them up to his fingertips, then go back down to meet the following finger. You make your way back to his thumb and you exhale as you repeat the action all over again.
he'll pick your body up against his and he'll cuddle you in bed until you fall asleep
"my sweet girl, you did so well. I love you, have sweet dreams. I'll join you soon."
And when you wake up, you'll be met with your fav take out and a new spft blanket that was just in the dryer
Ranpo Edogawa
how did this man realize his feelings for you? or do you just taste like chocolate?
you knew coming into this relationship would be difficult
he's a literal child at 26
You or someone else will have to tell ranpo that you arent doing so great
in this scenario, we're gonna say someone else
kunikida: "hey ranpo, whats going on with y/n lately?"
"its probably their time of the month"
👊🏻💥
he's clueless until he puts on those glasses istg
he'll give you a glance and realize you're basically sulking
your shoulders look stiff, you have bags under your eyes, you look shaky, but not sick?
he put on his glasses and it all literally clicked
"ohh so thats what it is"
"uh ranpo who are you talking to?"
"not right now astushi, youll understand when youre older"
if yall are still at work when he gets the time to start a conversation with you, he will give you a snack of your choosing
and yes he will pout
"huh you want that one?! ahh, okay.."
and then youll quickly excuse yourself to do more work to rid yourself of your negative thoughts
youll drive ranpo and yourself home. you slump on the couch, your eyes watering. You are so tired
Ranpo will sit next to you and harshly pull you into his side to kiss your head before laying your head on his lap
"I dont like it when your sad, and I'm not good with nice words, but I can listen so spit it out so I can make you feel better."
he'll hold you all night, however you'd like
and if you rant thats up to you
just know that he is right there and you're in this together♥︎
Atsushi Nakajima
rawr
he's a sweet lil angel and will do ANYTHING to make you smile
"uhm y/n, i'll turn into a tiger for you"
"hey y/n just wanted to let you know that I did the dishes!"
"hey sweetie! do you wanna cuddle, maybe?"
^his love language is def shown through actions so he will either hold you or help you through most of your chores
it all started at the beginningnof the week, you were not feeling it
it was rainy and you were exhausted: it was only monday
you both had off work and it was pouring out, so you were stuck at home
atsushi said he would start w the chores but you didnt think he meant yours too
the whole apartment was tidy and he was even making you your fav sandwhich
he even turned on your fav show before giving you lunch
he sat next to you and pulled your feet into his lap
when he was done your sandwich, he massaged your feet and ankles and even kissed your toes to make you laugh
dw, you were wearing socks
affer eating and your episode finished, atsushi decided to pull out your record player and play your fav songs
*imagine enchanted by ts playing while he spun you in the living room🥺
"ahh, atsu! hahah"
it was.. enchanting to meet you
"oh princess, you make me wonder what I did just to have you in my life"
"I love you so much, let me take care of you today, and everyday after that."
"I want to watch you walk down the aisle in a pretty white dress"
he rlly simps for you, hard
astushi will spoil you the rest of the day with lingering soft touches, give you an early present that he was saving for your birthday, make dinner too
he would run you a bath and let you borrow his favorite hoodie and blush when you smell him on it
youre so tiny in his hoodies😭😭 he absolutely adores it
and he hopes that he can forever make you smile
"I never want to be the reason to make you cry, rest now. I'll protect you tonight. Every night, I promise" *kiss
oml look yall I did it, i wrote fanfiction. I hope yall have a great new year! dont forget to give me some ideas for work in the future, I will love yout input! have a lovely day, gorgeous :)
#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs#osamu dazai#atsushi nakajima#ranpo edogawa#bungou stray dogs ranpo#edogawa ranpo imagines#osamu dazai icons#chuuyabsd#chuuya supremacy#chuuya fluff#bungou stray dogs chuuya
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Benny saves reader from a zombie
When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)
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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.
A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao
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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”
“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”
“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.
Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.
“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out.
“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”
“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.
Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.
“Boring!”
“Didn’t even try.”
“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”
“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.
“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.
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It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.
“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.
As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.
Future you was less than pleased.
Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.
“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.
If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.
“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.
“I’ll protect you, babe.”
“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.
“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”
After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.
Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.
It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.
Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.
“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.
Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.
Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.
When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.
#agaypanic#benny weir#benny weir x reader#my babysitter's a vampire#my babysitter's a vampire x reader
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Arizona Robbin x reader - Bonding over a trauma
First posted on my Wattpad - arizona_is_my_wife
Word count: 965 (including A/N)
Arizona's POV:
Owen - "Incoming trauma people, multiple car collisions 5 injured and critical 2 dead on site be ready!"
Great. I've just got out a surgery on a kid who needed a new bowel but there was some complications so it ran over and I was in the OR for like 11 hours and now this? Don't get me wrong I adore my job but I just want to sleep. I go and get a trauma gown on and wait for the ambulances.
Y/N - "Hey I assume you got called down here for the trauma as well?"
Y/N's a cardiothoracic surgeon whom I happen to have a massive high school style crush on, she's a god. Like I don't think I've ever seen her lose a patient. Sure she may not cure them all the way and might have just bought them a couple more months but, that's better than dying on the table and if she couldn't do anything no one else could've.
Arizona - "Yeah I was, I hope it's not too bad because I just got out of a really long surgery so I want to sleep so bad"
Y/N - "I feel you, I just got done with a CABG it didn't take long only 5 hours but I've been at work since 4:30am for pre rounds and it now what? 6:30pm."
Arizona - "Man that's rough, wanna grab a drink at Joe's after this?"
Y/N - "Sure, I could do with some alcohol."
Our conversation was short lived as we heard the wail of the ambulance siren rapidly approaching.
Paramedic - "Female, 17 years old, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest, presumably a broken leg and a foreign body lodged in her chest!"
Y/N - "Thank you we've got it from here."
Time skip
We managed to stitch up all her other wounds and stabilise her leg until Callie can come look at it and now we're trying to figure out what object is sitting dangerously close to her heart.
I go and collect the scans to show y/n.
Arizona - "Well, it doesn't look like glass."
Y/N - "Definitely not glass. Wait.."
Arizona - "What, what? Did you see something?"
Y/N - "Crap! That's pushing right on her left ventricle we need to get her to an OR now before it penetrates it and she bleeds out!"
We rush her into an OR and crack her chest.
Y/N - "In all my years of being a surgeon I have never seen a girl with a piece of number plate (license plate) in her chest, what about you Robbins?"
Arizona - "Yeah no, this is a first for me too."
As we continued to operate nothing went wrong, like I said, god. So before I knew it, it was time to close and for Callie to come in and fix her leg. We left an intern to close because we both just wanted out of the hospital at that point.
We walked to Joe's and sat at a table and ordered drinks, I got a vodka and lemonade she got a beer. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke up
Y/N - "You know, we should really hang out more, your a very fun person to be around. You're so bubbly and fun so.. yeah just an idea."
It was cute because I could tell she was nervous and in all fairness I was nervous to reply because I didn't want to screw this up.
Arizona - "I'd love that, you're a very nice person to be around too y/n."
Y/N POV:
For weeks we have been flirting, weeks. Yet neither one of us has made a move. This is the closest we have got to asking the other out ever, so, I took it upon myself to make an even bigger move. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt her melt into the kiss and all my nerves around the whole situation evaporated. Her hand trailed its way from her lap to my cheek and the other to my hip. I took the incentive to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. At this point air was becoming a problem so we pulled apart.
Arizona - "I know it might be a bit soon so no pressure but because we've know each other for a while and with all the flirting I just assumed we could skip the whole 'talking' stage and just got straight to being girlfriends I mean if you don't want to it's fine like I said no pressure or anything.."
As she rambled I just stared right into her blue orbs, they're so mesmerising and just downright gorgeous. She stopped talking to that made me snap out of my trance.
Arizona - "So?"
Y/N - "Arizona, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."
She smiled ear to ear as I pulled her into my embrace. She buried her head into my shoulder and we just sat there for a bit before deciding to crash at her place for the night.
As we layed in her bed she was cuddling me, my head was in her chest and my arms around her like a koala. She wrapped her arms around my tired frame and rested her head atop mine and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we fell into a peaceful slumber.
Don't get me wrong it was a tragic accident and I would never wish it upon anyone ever but, I am happy the trauma came in because otherwise this wouldn't of happened, I wouldn't have Arizona.
My Arizona <3
A/N: First post!! It's not the best but, what'd you think? Remember to leave requests :)
#arizona robbins x you#arizona robbins#greys anatomy#grey's anatomy#meredith grey#derek shepard#mark sloan#sapphic#lesbian pride#wlw fanfic#wlw#jo wilson#callie torres#april kepner#arizona robbins x reader
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Venom Family Tree
Ah, so we all know this guy
This lovely goop guy
Or gal
Or.... It
The Symbiotes are basically non-gender. But they do kind of... Borrow the gender of their host
It's a bit wired. Partially because of how long Symbiotes have existed and how the view on gender identity, different writers opinion in said identity and different writers preferences have changed and been used over the years
But.... Yeah
Technically Symbiotes, or Kylntar (as their species is officially referred to as), have no gender and reproduce asexually
They have a set number of eggs and only reproduce every.... Randomly, lol. The next generation is always stronger than the last
And, today, I'm gonna be going over Venom's family tree!
Aren't these babies cute?
Hehehe
Okay. So before I start, a few things
1- I will be giving brief summary's to each Symbiotes birth, any special abilities and what not plus my opinions
2- I'll be going over every Symbiote, starting from Venom. Going through all the clones, children and offshoots that happen from Venom down. I am not going to be going 'up' Venom's tree, so no seeing Venom's Great Great Grandparents of whatever. Especially as they have never been shown
3- this is based off my knowledge and while I know a lot, don't know everything and haven't read every run. So may have small errors or forget things. But it shouldn't be too bad, especially since I'm not going into too much detail
4- I am NOT going into detail about storylines so some of these might be very odd and confusing but I do not have the literal hours needed to explain ever single one of them to the degree they need. Especially since I hate or have not read some of these storylines
So.... Let's begin with the most famous Symbiote, and the family.... Patriarch? Matriarch? Originator?
Crap
.....
Look! It's the title card!
Venom
I should not need to explain where she is from... I'm using female pronouns here because I use She-Venom as a muse
Her backstory has been changed a bit over the years. Details being added, shuffled and what not
But what you need to know: she was on a place called Battle World and bonded with Peter Parker/Spider-Man, becoming his new suit. The two worked together for a few months. Peter found out his new costume was alive and using his body as a puppet for joyrides at night
He removed Venom. Venom found Eddie Brock, who is a pathetic and disgusting human being. Their combined hate for Spider-Man turning them into Venom
And Venom had many adventures
One thing I need to explain is that Venom was not originally called Venom. We do not know what it's original name was, or if it even had one. It took on the name Venom when it bonded with Eddie as they where going to be the "poison in Peter Parkers life"
THE CLONES
Haha! I bet you where al expecting us to go to a certain red murder machine first, didn't you?
We'll get there, I promise. But first, we NEED to go over clones first.
Because, yes, Venom has some clones.
And they are important to some later entries on this post.
So first we have....
Mania
I know what some of you are thinking "Wait, that's just Venom in a teenage girl!"
You'd be right... And wrong!
During a period where Venom was a good guy, and bonded with Flash Thompson as Agent Venom (the best host that Venom has EVER had IMO), they found a facility that had Venom's severed tongue. This, if I am correct, was from a previous host between Eddie and Flash, the Symbiotes tongue being cut off in the middle of battle.
Well they ran experiments and mutates the tongue into its own Symbiote, which bonded with Flash's gym student Andrea Benton who became his side kick
The Symbiote and her got along fairly well. Although it was eventually stolen from her. And if I remember correctly, killed
Anti-Venom
After Eddie sold off the Symbiote, after finding out he had cancer (a weird lie thing that's been retconend like three times and I don't want to get into it), Eddie met up with Martin Lee, also known as Mr Negative.
Shaking Martian's hand, Mr Negative's powers being strange and about 'inverting' people, it mutated the reminder of Symbiote cells attached to Eddie's white blood cells. Creating an artificial, lifeless, Symbiote.
This Symbiote, dubbed Anti-Venom, has the ability to remove impurities in people's blood. This includes symbiotes, radiation, narcotics, viruses, and other diseases. He can actually remove Peter's spider power through touch. It is also immune to fire and sonics
This Symbiote died when Eddie sacriviced it, using it as part of a serum to cure New York from the Spider-Island situation
Anti-Venom II
After Eddie Brock took Venom back from Flash Thompson, he eventually got a new Symbiote. A clone of the original Anti-Venom, becoming Agent Anti-Venom
All the powers of the original, plus the ability to heal with a touch
He, unfortunately, died alongside the Symbiote as he over used it's healing powers when Norman Osborn has merged himself with the Carnage Symbiote to become the Red Goblin
Anti-Venom III
And now we get to one I didn't even know about until recently
During Knull's invasion of Earth, Flash Thompson's mind emerged form the Symbiote Hive Mind and took control of one of the Symbiote Dragons. Using it to revive his own corps and continue the fight
....
And now I am moving on
April Parker/ Mayhem
Look, she's from an alternate universe but any excuse to talk about my girl
April is from the MC2, an alternate universe where the 'present' MCUniverse started 15 years earlier and we are now following the second generation of heroes. April is a clone of the daughter of Spider-Man, Mayday Parker, who was stolen as a baby by Norman Osborn. April's DNA being spliced with that of the Venom Symbiote to make a human/symbiote hybrid.
Believing herself to be the real daughter of Peter and MJ she refers to herself as April, as April comes before May, and has to struggle with her rage issues
THE CHILDREN
Here we go! The part I knew you where all waiting for!
Venom's seven children!
Yep, you read that right. Seven
....
Well, let's go!
Carnage
Carnage is the first of Venom's kids. Birthed when Venom first reunited with Eddie Brock, the two escaping his cell and leaving their offspring to merge with the murdered Cletus Cassidy.
Not going into detail. You know Carnage.
Super powerful, dangerous and super insane.
....
Although technically Cletus has not been bound to Carnage for decades. His original Symbiote dying years ago, then he got a clone of it (kinda) from the Negative zone, then it mutated his blood and he WAS the Symbiote, then he bodned with OTHER Symbiotes. And.... It's insane.
And they keep making him more over powered and over using him.
He's just boring to me
....
And yes I used a picture of She-Carnage. Was technically a thing in the comics for like two panels. Let me have this
The Life Foundation Symbiotes
Now here we go. The first obscure ones you might not know
Gonna go over the backstory here, so I don't have to keep going over it
The Life Foundation kidnapped Venom and removed what (they thought) wher all its eggs. Aiming to make an army/bounty hunter group to send out for money
They are all massively underused characters that, when used nowadays are used very badly
However they are all heavily violent since they where basically robbed away at infancy
Riot
First off we have Riot
Very similar in appearance to their parent... There is nothing known about Riot personality wise
Mainly using blunt weapons like hammers.
You'd think they where the physically strongest, but we have no idea
Lasher
Lasher seems to be the loner of the siblings, for a lack of a better term. Again, because of that lack of personality being shown
And it mainly fights with long range tentacles
Agony
Agony is Venom's first daughter, I use that term as Agony has shown a preference for female hosts
Agony had a unique ability, an acidic spit she uses as projectiles
Ironically it feels as if Agony has the least personality, even though she was been the one with the most focus in recent years. Because her hosts have been the focus
Phage
Phage is... the orange one
I guess they want to live a quiet life as they bonded with a dog to just act as a guys hunting dog. But at the same time Phage does not seem to have any special powers
Hybrid
Now we get to an interesting one
Hybrid is a fusion of Riot, Phage, Lasher and Agony. After their original hosts where killed they where taken in by the US Goverment. In fear, and an attempt to escape, the four merged together... into one Symbiote
The four where scared, alone. Overwhelmed children.
They mered with... I beleive he was a cop. And they where a hero.
...
Until Eddie Brock, on a quest to kill all Symbiotes, blasted them with a sonic gun. Killing their host. And then leaving them for dead. Leading to the goverment getting hold of Hybrid and seperating them, the four symbiotes left in a catatonic state for years.
Scream
Scream is the last of the of the Life Foundation Symbiotes. The leader of the siblings.... And the one who got the most focus over the years
Her personality a strange mix of a loving mother and a needy child. Super interesting. And she tends to use her hair as a weapon.
Her current host is Andrea Benton. Unfortunately I've not been a fan of what they did with her recently
Because they just did a repeat of "Scream says how much she needs Andrea, Scream is possessed by a demonic Symbiote, Scream takes full control, Andrea tries to stop her, Andrea gets mad" with the latest one ending with Andrea trying to kill Scream during the 'trues to stop her' step and Scream getting angry as she... Changes
Silence
Silence. Here we go, but of a complicated one.
It is unclear is Scream DID due during that moments, and the reminance of her formed a new Symbiote with the Anti-Venom cells that Andrea used to try and kill her
Or if Scream fused with the cells and evolved
Either way, now we have Silence. Who is... Well she doesn't talk so if she's a new Symbiote we don't really know her personality.
Sleeper
Sleeper is Venom's final, and newest, child
Venom grew pregnant and hid it from Eddie. Wanting the new child to be one free of malice and to be happy
Shit happens
And while Sleeper is a good guy... He controls a comatose body/controls a body 100% and has the host in a coma
THE GRANDCHILDREN
And now, with those kiddies out the way....
Well, some kids had their own bundles of.... I was gonna say bundles of joy. I guess .... Bundle of chaos?
Anyway. Up first we have ...
Toxin
Toxin is Carnage's first child.
The strongest solo Symbiote.
Carnage burried it when it was born and planned to kill it, while Venom wanted to turn it's grandchild into a weapon
Toxin merged with a police officer and became a hero instead, the two having to hold back the Symbiotes violent tendancies
I feel like that desire to be a hero is why it looks so similar to Spider-Man.
Currently Toxin is partnered with a pre-teen child
Raze
Raze is Carnage's second child, I think second at least, and... Was basically here and then gone just as fast
Carnage just spat Raze out at one point and was basically Carnage's lacky for the one story it was in, before being absorbed by its sibling Symbiote
Scorn
Scorn is my favourite of Carnage's kids
Basically the Carnage Symbiote gave birth when possessing a woman missing her arm. It's Symbiote mass combining with her robotic prosthetic arm
And they became Scorn. A Techno-organic Symbiote who has technokenisis
....
Then they character assasinatsd her and... Yeah. She dead now
Misery
This is the newest Symbiote on the he list
Misery appearing only recently
I have not read the book she debuts in. But as I understand it, she is a fusion of reminance of the Carnage Symbiote merging with reminance of Anti-Venom (see, reason we had to go over it so early)
So it's basically a clone of Carnage fuse with a clone of Venom's clone
Jubulile van Scotter's Symbiote
And this is probably the most obscure of the kids!
Because the Symbiote does not have a name!
This Symbiote is one of Carnage's spawn/clones. But because it bonded with a person with zero malice inside them, the Symbiote did not develop claws and fangs.
Jubulile gained her Symbiote when Carnage was trying to get the power of a god
Jubulile absorbed the power of her sibling Raze and a few other Symbiotes, becoming a holy knight and killing the evil god
And I believe that was her only appearance.
....
And that's it.
To that's all the Symbiotes that have spammed from Venom's lineage one way or another
I hope this was helpful and feel free to share your thoughts and point out anything I got wrong
I love making nerd talks like this. They are fun
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how do you have motivation to produce so much art? ive been having the worst art block ever, thinking about drawing makes me roll my eyes now…
ive always admired your passion for drawing so im curious as to what keeps you going
I MEAN…. I get art block constantly but I actually found some ways to mitigate it!! (*^◯^*)
(Read More becuz it’s long)
1.) Draw cringe. Just the most self indulgent things possible with no expectation to share it with anyone. Think of it as like, ‘this is only for me, so it can be as messy and weird as I want and I don’t have to feel bad for not making a solid, aesthetically pleasing product’. This is what I did when I wasn’t very active online, I like to call it my ‘goon’ year because all I drew was buttsex and boys kissing and really offensive crap lol. But not having the pressure of getting likes or engagements on social media can be a big relief until you feel comfortable again. It’s always good to draw consistently.
2.) HAVE ARTIST FRIENDS TO PUMP YOU UP!!!! Following my bestie breakup I was really depressed and had no energy to draw, especially because I had just separated from someone who was so impactful in my creative process. Not having someone to workshop and get excited about ideas with was really hard, because now I didn’t have someone who could help fine tune my vision and provide input on the stuff I was working on. It’s still not the same without her, but I found that engaging with people who are very optimistic about centering their lives around art creates a certain atmosphere that will leave you feeling energized!!! Having artist friends show you their own process, their own projects, and being able to bond over your shared passion is something really amazing and fun. It made me realize how important art was to me and how I wanted to take the encouragements my friends gave me and make them really proud one day!!!
3.) DRAW AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE….. this is the one that works but hurts the most….. I find that during art blocks I draw really shitty and it lowers my morale lol. I get even a whiff of inspiration but the minute I draw one wobbly line I’m instantly bored over the fact that I haven’t spontaneously created the Mona Lisa.
You just have to push through it (T . T) ITS SO HARD but if you make it a habit to at least be THINKING about the sort of thing you’d like to draw every day, eventually you’ll feel more enthused when it’s time to pick up that pen or pencil.
4.) This one is less size-fits-all but honestly, I recommend not looking at other peoples work too much. This one is a tricky one because getting reference and wanting to feel inspired by others are important elements in creating art too, but sometimes it can be a bit de-valuing if you do it too much. It’s easy to think, “Well, I just want to get the ball rolling and maybe change up my style a bit, what are other people doing?” Just to spiral down a rabbit hole of “Omg, all these other artist are better than me. How come I’m not as talented? This person is much younger than me- how is that even fair?! What’s the point of drawing if I’m always going to be so far behind?!”
DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS AND JUST GO AT YOUR OWN PACE!!!!!!
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3
Yes, there are a billion other people who are way more talented than you’ll ever be. Who cares? Draw the things that make you happy, and people who appreciate it will come along. It’s not a competition, it’s an expression of the spirit!! 🤓☝🏼
5.) SOMETIMES YA JUST NEED A BREAK MAN…… I recommended not getting too greedy with it and becoming lazy (something I have a problem with lol) but art block can sometimes signify a burn out, plain and simple. Take some time to reconnect with yourself, don’t worry about making art and worry more about doing some self care. Go look at the mountains, spend some time with friends, engage in other hobbies like sticking metal rods in your penis or knitting. A lot of times going to new places and trying new things can help inspiration strike! :3
but yeah…. there’s some advice!
I hope this list helps you, nonnie!! ∩^ω^∩
Good Luck!!!!!!!!!!!!🍀🍰🌈🤍🦅
#watch me say all this and then get art block lolololol#I was in art block for like almost a year straight so now I’m TERRIFIED of it happening again#idk how many times I just felt too tired to draw and would instantly start having a panic attack like ‘NO… MY SPARKLE…. ITS GONE AGAIN!!!’#but thankfully I’m watchful enough to spot the tricks that help me come out of it…. SO PERHAPS NEXT TIME I WILL BE PREPARED!
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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 21 Confrontation
Spoilers below
-Ohhh okay, starting out with the drama bomb
-So for those that forgot (Like me) Gabriel is sending adrien to London for Private school. And Adrien cant fill out the orientation form because of it
-Plagg... My boy. No cheese jokes.
-So all the students are stressed about the meeting
-Oh so Marinette also got the guilt that now that Lila is the class rep there will be some fishy business.
-Yea the jobs are what I would expect for Nino and Alya
-Ivan out here showing himself to be loyal af. All other men need to step up their game. Mylene showing ambition.
-Juleka wants to be a mortician. Sticking to your asthetic, but didnt she want to model? Or was it just to help her get out of her shell. Meh
-Sabrina wants to be a nurse,
-Yea, Marinette's worries are justified
-Chloé and Lila having Opposite goals, one doesnt care because she is rich, Lila basically wants to "Resolve everything" but thats a lie
-Adrienette cuteness!
-Adrien, you are going to have to tell her eventually
-You can screen shot this and write "Moments before a disaster" and it would be accurate
-And they are shredding them. Im not even surprised
-"In case of a problem, blame it on your predecessor." Its nice to know kids shows are accurately explaining politics to children for once.
-"Its gonna hurt people?" THATS 90% OF THE S*** CHLOÉ HAS YOU DO! NOW YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT?
-Also Sabrina being a whistle blower is TOO on the nose, even for this show.
-Principal damocles is going to find out about the resistance! Wait, is he cool with it? He actually covered for them. I guess being a hero has helped you be less of a jerk... BUT I still am not cool with the BS from episode 14. You are on VERY thin ICE Owl man
-The class wants to go to the same school together, thats sweet
-Oh, that call must have been Sabrina. But we will see
-Oh right, Adrien still hasnt filled out his form
-Welp now he did
-But now I believe this is where all the pennies drop
-Why is there a just a random ass toilet trailer? Is that really the only bathroom in the school?
-Adrien exhibiting true AND KEN behavior.
-Lila once again proving that all the adults in this show are idiots. Bustier does seem at least a little bit suspect tho
-It is interesting to see how the teachers are. Bustier is suspect of it since she knows her students, Damocles is being his best to be supportive and Mendelev doesnt give a f***
-Juleka already repeated a year, thus confirming Luka and her as twins via the retcon
-Cue the reactions
-Juleka is gonna get akumatized...
-Monarch must have a guy that writes all of these speeches for him to speak before he does this.
-Yea I know Rose was trying, but yea. If I was repeating a year. I would NOT be in a mode to try and be positive.
-And she gets Roarr
-WHY IS ALWAYS REFLEKTA THO?
-Bustier realize she let this happen
-Lucky charm is tape.
-"You cant touch the bakers, I love their croissants to much" and their daughter. You forgot that last part chat noir
-SO THATS WHAT HAPPENS IF TWO FALCON PUNCHES COLLIDE?
-Wait... thats it? That barely lasted 2 minutes. and the episode isnt over.
-Monarch thinks there will be more akuma soon. I see
-Chloé and Lila really pulling this crap
-Oh they remember how Sabrina can forge handwritings and thus Marinette isnt going to get in trouble. And Chloé throws her under the bus
-Lila and Chloé really didnt expect Sabrina to turn Whistle blower on them. Chloé I get, because Sabrina has been loyal dog for years and the writing for her has Chloé have the mental capacity of a parsnip since season 4.
-Okay Lila that was well played lie right there. That is A tier gaslighting.
-I will give this scene credit, Lila is absolutely HORRIFYING. I can see the next season's main villain already. Since I assume Gabriel is probably dying this season.
-Chloé out here being a dumbass
-Sabrina you sly dog, you got her Monologue-ing
-Sabrina I put you as the least favorite classmate after episode 14, but now I gotta retcon that. Sure it was messed up what you helped chloé with. But that absolute MASTERY of playing Lila. Just, Chef's kiss. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
-Sabrina and Marinette's plan worked. Also, Mr.Damocles was okay with that?
-Ah so none this matters. Because Andre is also being whipped.
-Damocles looking like he cant take the bulls*** anymore and Monarch ready to capitalize on it
-The magic reacts to emotion, which means... IF the person is strong enough emotionally to resist it. Then the charm has a purpose
-Lila just straight up left.
-CHAT NOIR! But he is making it worse
-JULEKA! This moment probably will not have as much impact as it does in any other dub. French dub superiority
-OOOO it makes a shield that purifies the mega akuma. Neat
-Monarch crying like a bitch
-Damocles finally standing up to Andre. Good on him
-Damocles going out like a G.
-Chat noir telling ladybug what happened and her having to act like she didnt know
-Bustier calling Chloé in.
-"You cant expell me." "Nah bitch, thats a problem for you." is how I saw that exchange
-LILA WAS WEARING A WIG! I KNEW SHE WAS A FAKE B****
-HER NAME IS CERISE?
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WELL that was a lot.
So i think part of me really likes this episode, but also doesnt.
I like that Lila finally got exposed and Damocles got his redemption for his failures of the past. Going out like a G.
But all this stuff with Lila having ANOTHER life. Thats just nuts.
so overally 7/10
I will do a review of Collusion tomorrow
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ok i have an oreo on one hand and a shark plushie on the other, lets do this
trimax volume 8 (pls dont hurt me)
thoughts
BUT BEFORE THAT, ACTUAL QUESTION: how are the 1st timers holding up? yall doing good?
ok now long post is here
chap 1:
-oh that title page its SO FUCKING GOOD
-MY BOI HES HERE
-oh hes not....doing it by choice.....oh
-legato looking like a pizza pocket is the comedy relief we all need tbh
-GET HIS ASS VASH GET HIS ASSSSS
-oh my geesus i heard that, i felt that shit
-"they abuse us" and here you are knives...doing the same shit
-OH THANK GOD YOURE HERE
-could you look less happy while doing this shit knives? pls?
-something something divine punishment from the skies, something something yeah ofc not anyone can do that shit
-oh hey why is he with them i actually forgot
-aw :3 i wonder who taught him to not shoot to kill :3
-also pls leave him alone hes not just a killer pls youre hurting my feelings-
-:c
-STOP VASH DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT HOLY SHIT
-rem mention :c
-knives can you stop being right for a second, thanks
-the arm...wow
-OH YES ITS THIS MOMENT YES
-i dont remember what the other translation said but "that was the day we both lost our minds"....yeah im gonna sit with this one for a bit and cry cuz its true, they did
-oh yeah i didnt get this the 1st time lets try again :D
-ohhhhh....oh shit
-i hate siding with knives on this chapter but i cant help it. i also love the idea of being even
-also he looks so fucking cool while being evil, cool points for you knives
-"invasion" and it ends with him looking at the stars/nightsky? brilliant
chap 2:
-STOP BEING RIGHT KNIVES
-ALSO STOP DISTRACTING ME FROM WOLFWOOD TIME
-ah yes, the classic, sweetest, full of angst potential "i will remind of you of your home and how you dont belong there anymore" card, good to see you here
-oh god i forgot about this part, geesus
-ah crap i love this tho, gives you time to actually take in everything that knives is causing. its so easy to gloss over it with some quick panels but to actually take the time...i love it
-ok ik they get absorbed by knives but the idea of them flying away and being free (for a bit) is so pretty, im happy for them
-...geesus christ
-YES MY GIRLSSSSSSSSS :D
-it makes you wonder what they did to stay alive actually, like you never think of that stuff ig
chap 3:
-wait they didnt know???? hold up....yeah ig that makes sense but...hmmm
-YEAH YOU TELL THEM LUIDA >:D
-:c
-ALSO interesting how the borders didnt go black to represent a flashback, so maybe it wants to show how present is that memory in luida's mind. wow
-"maybe hes been waiting for us to come and help him" aaaand thats enough to make me tear up, im the weakest bitch on the planet let me tell you
-YES SEE LUIDA GETS IT
-GET WRECKED BY THE EXISTENCE OF GOOD PEOPLE ASSHOLE
-OH MAN HES BREAKING
-COOL ASS PANEL ALSO
-oh shit so he hit some plants oh shit oh damn
-AH SHIT
-omg she looks so epic while killing people <3
-THERE HE IS HERE WE GO YES GO GET YOUR HUSBAND
-oh look its the man in the tin can lmao
chap 4:
-KILL HIM WOLFWOOD KILL HIM
-HALF A YEAR???? damn i always forget, this is still going at the speed of light tho
-aw no :c my baby :c
-then again i like that you can see that even if it was just half a year (literally nothing for vash) it still caused him pain and suffering, 10/10
-GEESUS BRO HE JUST GOT FREE
-oh shit oh shit no
-im not really sure how he escaped legato but im glad :D also vash is longgggg i lvoe it :3
-well thats just depressing livio
-pls leave livio
-KILL HIM KILL HIMMMM
-ok but vash being basically a ragdoll rn while wolfwood is fighting and bleeding breaks my heart let me tell you
-wolfwood shut the hell up ok? shut up, i dont wanna hear it
-oh im going insane :) i hate wolfwood so much rn (his crime was to say sad things)
-OH IT WAS HERE I ACTUALLY FORGOT THIS WAS THE MOMENT AWWW HOLY SHIT MY BOY
-YES SAVE YOUR HUSBAND
-"youre not lost wolfwood" wolfwood saying all that shit outloud and IK FOR A FACT vash's heart almost broke ik it i feel it
-baby dont apologize :c
-............................................................ :c
-ah fuck hes here
-WAIT HOLY SHIT THAT LIKE SHADOW OF LIGHT???? AMAZING???
-oh oh im sick to my little stomach i fear oh geesus my boy, my baby, im so happy that wolfwood is all you need but also im so sad you dont have anything else, do i make sense?
-threatening you brother and begging him to not sacrifice himself in the same breath...knives the plant that you are
-woooooooooooooooooooooooooow i love that shit, hes so little...
-PLS GOD LET THIS BE IN STAMPEDE PLS PLS I WANT A SCENE WITH BOTH OF THEM IN THE SKY SO BAD PLSSSS
-im not entirely sure what is happening but damn thats nasty
-NO DONT FUCKING SAY THAT
chap 5:
-LMAO HIS FACE XD
-welp...this is terrible
-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c
-oh righttttt, i forgot about that plan, so thats why people called him chapel
-oh that panel with livio thats fucking brutal geesus nightow. like the old livio seems so pure and far away while the current livio is so violent and present
-my god he looks like shit
-MARLONNNNNNNNNNNNN :D
-oh meryl my girl :'3 omg shes the best
-im so depressed rn :D
-idc if hes rotting, sadly the man looks majestic af
-ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh ok
-NO DONT LEAVE PLS DONT FUCKING LEAVE PLS NO STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY STAY
OH SHIT THIS IS FREE BIRD OH SHIT OH NO HELP HELPPPPPPPPPPPP
free bird time ig:
-freeeee biiiiird yeaah tururururururu
-wdym congratulations cmon man
-oh honey......
-awww :c
-oh wow now im DEPRESSED :D
-ugh that fucking face
-hes so cool sometimes >:D
-aw you made her cry :c
-"tired of filling a space in other peoples lives"....hmmmm
-aw :c
I hate whats coming i fucking swear.
#trigun#trimax#trigun maximum#trigunbookclub#this shit has me fearing for my life for reasons i wont mention#but MAN CAN WE GO BACK TO LIKE#VOLUME 1#OF TRIGUN#PLS#PLS IM SO SCARED
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“readers boyfreind bakugou cheats on her and she
had enough so she lets everything out finally
summary: bakugou and y/n been dating for a while but bakugou isnt the brightset boyfriend infact he is very orrgant and very pretty hothead and just particular day y/n finds out that he is cheating on her warings: toxic realtoinship, cheating
You and bakugou were dating for a year now and when you guys stared to date everyone was shocked i mean They couldnt belive bakugou katsuki has a girlfriend now who would have thought that someone like hım could get a girlfriend like you dispate the shocking your friends and your loved ones supported you but bakugou himself wasnt really the brigthest he was allways so pridefull and pretty competive tawords others everyone told you and him werent fitting but you allways brush them away cus you belived that deep down katsuki bakugou had a soft spot and he loved you even tho you had countlees fights with him and even all of them ended up you crying over his harsh words your friends know how bakugou is so they tried to warn you about his anger but you allways said “it cant be that bad right?” but you were worng its was bad like theres that time when you were going gorccery shooping with him and he just blow up cus you picked a rotten apple after his blowing up everyone at the shop was looking at you guys with concered and shamefull eyes specailly to bakugou but he just garrbed you and all the gorcceries and when you arrived home you wanted to tallk to hm but its was no use he didnt listened and just go to his room saying”whatever nerd” and buy the time passed your universey with him came and you bought him a cake supresingly he eate it and when it came to you he gave you nothing and when you asked why he responed with “cus i forget it “ which made you sigh at that time and now all of his actoins getting to you , you were staring to open your eyes
And a one partculer day you wanted to go shoping to buy some chicken And rice so you told him that you were going to shop and as always he didnt care just like that bakugou was the only one who left in the house and with a smirk he take his phone out of his pocket and dailed a unknown number and he had a big smirk the whole time and after a short while a girl came and bakugou guide to her to the living room and They started to make out in the Couch "ohh baby,you are so Much Better than my shitty girlfriend" he said as he keep kissing her deeply And getting to touchy with her that he didnt heared his phone ringing and his 4 missed calls from you he fainlly got up to fith one and when he take his phone on his hand he saw your 4 missed calls and your messges about you coming home “shit” he said as he get nervous and the girl asked him whats was wrong and he brush it away saying its was nothing but then he heared the door knock and thats when he was losing his cool so he garbed some covers to hide the girl but its was to late you were already in the room with wide teary eyes and a angry look mixed with dispointment “how could you !? do this!?” you said as the tears fell down your cheeks “i dont know how i fell for you!?”you said as you yelled at him “i can expelien ba-”
Before even he finisheses his sentence you slapped him on his face and his cheek become red "dont babe me! İ had engeuh of your crap! You are just a toxic guy who only thinks thier selfs! And am not buying that crap what You done today has crossed the kime oh and You know what im done with you! " Bakugou looked at you with shocked eyes then the girl looked at him with with careless eyes "i guess its over ha well too bad for You annyways i will be leaving" she said as she put the covers on and take her bağ and leave after the girl leaved you told hım to pack up his things and go away which he responsed with" tch" and went to upstairs to pack up his things and as you proccesed everything That happned you shouldtn be so superised the man was toxic so what could you have been exptected right? But still it broke your hearht to see your ex boyfriend cheated on you like this as you sighed and watch bakugou leaving with his sauit cases you close the door behind hım and just went to kitchen to make your self a tea to Realx but it didnt worked so you ended up crying but thankfully you were able to clam yourself down and as you were about to go to Your room your phone ringed its was deku who was calling you "hi y/n how are you?" He said with his usual sweet voice "not Really fine deku-kun, bakugou cheated on me today and we broke up"you finished your sentence with a cracked voice "oh no, am so sorry! What he done was disguasthing! Am sorry you have to deal With him like this want me to come over?"
His voice sounded so caring which made your lips crawled a smile
"sure, please come" you said with a happier tone
"ok then" he said as he close the phone and within minutes he was there knocking on Your door
"hı deku" you said with a sad smile
"am here so please dont be sad anymore,the guy didnt desvere you" deku said as he warped his arms around you and give you warm hug
"thanks midoriya" you said as you hugged hım back and for the night deku comforted you and you guys even watched some movies and take some pics he Really changed your mood for the Better and at the end of the movie you guys falled a sleep on the Couch cuddling eacother when you both wake up his cute little face was bulshing cherry red
"its ok deku ,i Didnt mind it "
you said as you gave him a Kiss on his cheeks which returned him smiling after that you and deku stared tallking more often and eventualy became a couple he treated you way Better than bakugou and he also wasnt toxic like bakugou. And as for bakugou he was miserable watching you and deku falling in love with eacother but theres was nothing he can do now whats done was done and now he was watching you with sarrow and with a huge Regeret for what he did
#bakugou x reader#deku midoriya#deku x fem!reader#bakugou angst#bnha bakugou#mha deku#midoriya izuku#deku x you#bakugou x gender neutral reader#deku x reader#my post#bakugou imagine
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!!Depictions of violence, in detail!!
[Transcript begins.]
[The rustling sound of paper is heard, as a page is turned.]
[A quiet chuckle is caught, as someone mutters]
?: "Anyone could've guessed that ending."
[Voice recognised: The Archivist.]
[A beep loudly emits from a walkie talkie nearby, and a static-y voice fills the area.]
?: “A! You’re needed! Get over here!”
[Voice identified: Cassius.]
A: "Can't a boy read in peace? For crying out loud.."
[There's another beep, along with the creaking of furniture, as The Archivist goes and picks up the walkie talkie]
A:"Fine. Coming now."
C: “You’d better, wouldn’t want to be late for your first job, now, would you?”
A:"...already?"
C: “Mhm. Now hurry up! We don’t have that much time until he gets here!”
A:"Oh gods, alright. I'm coming!"
[The Archivist is heard rummaging through some drawers, before grabbing a few items. A door is heard opening and closing.]
A:"I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this.."
[The muttering is continued for 4 minutes, as footsteps echo]
A: "Right. Here's the plan, a quick in and out job. No fucking- whatever it is that I do. Just a simple job. Done it before, can do it again.
A: "To keep them safe."
[There's silence, often broken by footsteps, for 5 minutes, before they abruptly stop.]
A: "Hm. This could be a quick weapon to use…gods. That is a sentence I never want to say again."
[He coughs, and continues walking. A door is opened, and it sounds like steps are being descended.]
[A is heard opening a door, and it gasps.]
A: "It's.. so pretty. Out here. Holy crap."
[There is a 15 second interval, before he speaks again.]
A: "I could leave now. Run and not ever come back here; showfall's files get fucked."
C: “Psh, yeah, right. Get the fuck in the bush, A.”
A: "Fuck you. Fine.
C: “He’s close, we have… two minutes? Until he gets here? Yeah, two.”
A: "Who, do I get to know who I'm killing?"
C: “Nope.”
A: "If there's nothing to be hiding, why don't I get to know?"
C: “It’s no fun when you know things, haven’t I made that obvious? Where’s the suspense? The drama?”
A: "Oh, you were definitely a theater kid. And, fine."
C: “I like to think that I would have been one, yes. Unfortunately, 1708 was a bad time for theater classes. I’m not sure I even knew what theater was until I joined Showfall.”
A: "Jeez, you're old. And they haven't had to replace all your joints with metal yet! Good for you, man. Good for you."
C: “Only some. And that’s not even because of aging! I’ve been stuck at 25 for… 330 years? Hard to say. It’s been great.”
A: "Huh, wow. That's..interesting. Don't think this kind of immortality is my kind of thing, though."
C: “Well, it isn’t a thing that everyone would like, yeah. It gets hard to keep yourself entertained after the first 50. Which is why I’ve gotten much more creative with my methods.”
A: "I'd imagine you'd have to. Not stuff people haven't done before, though. Plenty of time before you existed."
C: “Ha! Yeah. You know, just stabbing someone isn’t enough for me anymore, it hasn’t for a long time. It was fun the first time, my parents never fucking saw it coming, but now I have to plan it out, think on it. It’s hard sometimes, you know?”
A: "Uh..no. no I don't, I really don't. That's-uh..- That's messed up, man. I'm sorry but-"
[Cassius barks a laugh, finding amusement in his discomfort.]
C: “Didn’t expect you to understand, yeah. You’re a coward. Anyway! I think I can see our prey coming up, get ready, A.”
A: "Right. Okay."
[There's a shuffling of leaves, as his position changes.]
[Distant yelling can be heard, as someone approaches the area, the voice is almost familiar.]
A: "Wait… hold on a second."
C: “What’s wrong?”
A: "I don't think that's the right prey."
C: “Oh, it sure fucking is.”
A: "It can't be."
[Its voice is firm.]
C: “And why not?”
A: "Voice is too familiar. Not our prey."
C: “It is. Get ready, A. Here he comes now.”
A: "..fine. I'm trusting you with this."
[A blur comes shooting out of the trees, being actively pursued by someone else.]
C: “Go! Now's your chance!”
[A darts out, easily barrelling into the blur. The camera is shaking, but it can make out the person. He doesn't start to attack, but instead holds them down]
?: “Wh– A!?”
[Voice identified: Edgar.]
A: "Who- what- no. No."
[Cassius chuckles from his spot in the bush, not in frame.]
C: “Mhm, yep.”
A: "You- you're not supposed to- Edgar?"
E: “What the fuck? What are you doing, A? Why are you–”
A: "They fucking- they lied- you need to go. Now."
[He releases its grip on the man, the camera being more steady.]
C: “Ah! Not so fast, Archivist.”
A: "No. You said- if I did this. He wouldn't be hurt. He wouldn't be fucking in this scenario, Cassius."
C: “You trusted the word of a mass murderer? For shame, A. For shame.”
A: "I fucking did what I was told, I fucking- I helped you."
C: “That you did, Archivist. But you seem to have forgotten a few crucial parts of this department. We love to find loopholes. I’ll keep my word, if you phrase your requests properly. Wanna know what your slip-up was?”
A: "What. Tell me.'
C: “You made me swear to never let a PR member hurt your friends. You never said anything about making them.”
A: "All of your fucking cronies would willingly go for them. You know that. You can't make someone do it."
[It had adjusted his angle, making it easier for Edgar to slip out of if need be]
C: “All except you, Archivist.”
A: "You can't make me. I won't."
C: “Hm. Is that so? Well, I hope you don’t mind me giving the rest of PR the go ahead to target the rest of your little friends, then.”
A: "No. You aren't fucking doing this."
C: “Denial won’t save you, A. Let’s see those fighting skills of yours!”
A: "You know what? Fine."
[The Archivist appears to have a stronger grip on Edgar now. The camera is deadly still.]
A: “Edgar. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me."
[The man doesn’t respond, instead glancing behind A, his subject of focus out of frame.]
[A is about to rear their arm up, but instead uses the grip it had to push itself backwards. In this action, he attempts to blindly hit what was there.]
[As the hit collides, Cassius laughs, half surprised, half amused.]
C: “Good one, A. You’ll be one of us in no time.”
[The Archivist has no response, it just stares at the man.]
[Cassius stands up straight, and cracks his neck, smiling. He flicks his hand upwards, seemingly for no reason. And then slides his feet out to take a fighting stance.]
C: “Round 2, eh? Let’s fucking do this.”
A: "Lets."
[The blond man takes no time to think before lunging at A, the spider-like legs emerging from his back as he does so. Barely in frame, something darts out of the bush and rushes behind the two.]
[The Archivist is too focused on the fight, and not stepping on its friend, to even notice. Learning from last time, it goes straight for Cassius's eyes. His hand flies to his face, covering most of it, he clenches his jaw, indicating that A has done at least a little bit of damage.]
[In only a few seconds, the sharp claws that are hidden in his hands emerge, and Cassius strikes out, aiming wildly for any part of A. It collides with flesh.]
A: "SHIT"
C: “I’m not pulling any fucking punches this time, A! You want a fight? I’ll give you a motherfucking fight!”
[It, once again, has no reply. The Archivist quickly recovers his position, and yanks on a spider-arm in the opposite direction of his metallic joints. Cassius shouts.]
C: “Ugh! Those are attached to my spine, you prick!”
[A different spider limb pulls back as Cassius attempts to recover, it shoots forward, and the sound of metal cutting through flesh can clearly be heard. The Archivist cries out in pain, stumbling backwards. The camera is a stained red.]
[The limb wrenches itself out of where it had gone through, Cassius braces against the force needed to pull it back. He glares at A.]
[It is grasping at his arm, but they just meet the stare of Cassius.]
[Cassius holds his gaze for a few seconds, before his eyes move slightly to look behind A, he makes eye contact again, this time smiling slightly.]
[The Archivist turns around, presumably following the man's gaze. The scene behind A is just as bad as the fight they’re having with Cassius. Eden and Edgar are locked in combat, at the time that A turned, Eden was mid-air, tackling Edgar to the ground.]
A: "Fuck, No you don't-"
[As he begins to move, it's stopped by a tackle to the side. They hit the ground,hard on the injured arm. The camera falls to the side, revealing the current scene]
C: “I believe that would be my line, Archivist!”
A: "Get. OFF. LEAVE HIM ALONE."
C: “One word: no.”
[Cassius reaches towards A’s head, out of frame, grabbing hold and seemingly moving its head to look at him.]
C: “Look at me while I’m speaking to you. Don’t you have any manners?”
A: "NO- STOP."
[The spider attachments raise themselves into the air, ready to strike at any moment. Cassius Grins.]
A: "LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU PRICKS."
C: “Oh, is that going to be a distraction for you? Sorry.”
[Cassius turns his head in the direction of the other two fighting.]
C: “Eden! Take that somewhere else, wouldn’t you? It’s a little distracting.”
Ed: “Alright!”
[Cassius turns back to look at The Archivist.]
C: “There we go, better?”
A: "NO. FUCKING- MAKE THEM COME BACK."
C: “You’re very indecisive. They may be too far already, unfortunately.”
A: "I'll do anything- please!"
C: “Anything?”
A: "...Y-yes. As long as he's okay."
C: “Why do you care so much? He’s just one dude. I never really understood your levels of empathy for these people, I can get caring about people, but to this fucking level? Honestly, it’s almost sickening.”
A: "I-I don't know man, just..please."
C: “Fine. I’ll tell Eden to stand down. But… you owe me a favor.”
[Cassius pulls out a phone, and lets go of A’s head to type a message. At the same time he seems to finish typing his message, a loud shout is heard from behind him. It’s distant, but clear. Cassius turns his attention behind him.]
E: “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
[The Archivist tries to move his head towards the sounds. He can't.]
A: "That doesn't s-sound good."
C: “Hrm. Especially not for Eden. I’m going to guess he found out about Eden’s new enhancement.”
A: "O-oh? What..is it?"
C: “She had these amazingly well thought out snake teeth type implants. She’s venomous now. It was inspired by her name. Garden of Eden, the serpent. You know.”
A: "Please d-don't tell me she bit someone."
C: “Okay. I won’t.”
[Cassius stares blankly at A, giving enough of an answer in his gaze.]
A: "For fucks sake."
C: “Snake venom sure is a bitch to find, though. Let’s hope she didn’t up the full supply we got her.”
A: "Oh, my gods.."
C: “Anyway. Moving away from that. Do you forfeit? Or shall we continue?”
A: "..forfeit. just make sure he's safe. Not dead."
[A loud clang rings out through the forest behind Cassius. Causing his eyebrows to crease inwards. He makes an odd face at A.]
C: “I have a feeling he’s got that covered, actually.”
[Cassius uses his spider-like attachments to raise himself off the ground.]
C: “You should head back inside. We’re done here.”
A: "I-im not leaving until I know none of you fucks are going to kill or hurt him."
C: “Ugh, fine. Hold on, I’ll ask Eden about that.”
[He pulls out his phone again, but it turns out that he doesn’t even need to, because out of frame, two people can be heard rushing by, their footsteps heavy on the ground of the forest.]
C: “Oh. See? He’s fine.”
A: "Let him go home, not followed. Please."
C: “Okay, alright. I’ll fuckin’ message Eden again.”
A: "T-thank you."
[Cassius stares at his phone for a few seconds, then shows A the screen. The screen is too blurry to be picked up on the recording.]
[The Archivist laughs, almost deliriously.]
A: "Oh my gods, yes! Ha!"
C: “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Sure, whatever. You need to get going, though. Department heads orders.”
A: "Mm. How do I know you aren't lying again."
C: “I have a date tonight, and I don’t want to miss it. That’s how you’ll know. Now go. I’m not going to ask again.”
A: "..fine. You better stick to it."
C: “Mhm. Yeah, alright. Sure. I will.”
[Cassius walks out of frame, the spider arms retreating into his back again.]
A: "...I just wanted them to be safe."
A: "If this posts, Edgar, Rose, and fucking everyone else. I'm so sorry."
[Transcript Ends.]
[Posting…]
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Chapter 5 - Steve
Words: 1326
Here is the post that started it of and chapters 1, 2, 3 and 4.
“Whatcha thinking, Steve the Hair?”
“Jesus, Buckley.”
I laugh quietly as Robin shoves me against the cold glass, perching on the edge of the window seat. I drop Eddie’s hand as inconspicuously as I can.
“So?” she asks, elbowing my arm, “A penny for your thoughts. Go.”
I sigh, “My parents are out of the house for a week. You know what I would have done two years ago?”
“Throw a massive rager, hook up with some chick, get really drunk and maybe take some drugs?”
“Yep.” I survey the room, “But now? Now I invite over a bunch of highschoolers, my ex, a lesbian and a murder suspect to play D&D.”
Robin smiles, “D’you miss the old Steve?”
“The absolute douchebag that hated anyone different, was homophobic and was extremely posessive of my girlfriend?” I ask, “No. No, I don’t miss him.”
“You shouldn’t.” Robin confirms.
I fiddle with my hands. I’d been planning this. I’d been planning it for a while. “Robin…” I start. She raises an eyebrow. “I…I just…”
“Steve, if you’re gonna re-confess love to me,” she says, “I don’t know what to tell you. The only thing about you I find romantically attractive is your ex. Exes.” I laugh quietly.
“Yeah, no, I just…” Come on Harrington. Just do it. “I…”
A stir can be heard from behind us. Nancy’s eyes slowly open. I notice the blanket she’s using is tucked carefully around her body and, remembering that Robin was sharing it with her before she came over here, smile. Robin cares about Nancy, that much is obvious.
“Hey,” Robin says, “Did we wake you?”
“Nah, I’m a light sleeper.” Nancy replies, rubbing her eyes, “And that moonlight’s fricking bright.”
She gently moves Max and Eleven so they’re leaning on each other instead of her. Her feet patter against the cold wood as she makes her way over to us and Robin moves to the floor to give her room on the window seat. But now Nancy’s listening I can’t…I can’t do it. My slight confidence in coming out to Robin evaporates like smoke. Or is it mist? Or steam?
“Steve was just about to reveal a mysterious truth about himself.” Robin says, her head leaning against Nancy’s knees. Nancy looks up with interest, snarkiness and yet, still, kindness.
“Oh?” she asks. Oh indeed.
“Nah, it’s nothing.” I rub the back of my neck. Robin raises her eyebrows.
“No, it’s not.” she says, “Tell me. Now.”
I frown, “And what if I just…didn’t?” Robin groans.
“C’mon, Rob,” Nancy says softly, “Don’t push him.” Robin concedes.
Her and Nancy begin muttering to each other about - God, I don’t know - and I stare at the moon. The glow is magnificent and powerful, falling directly onto the boy asleep opposite me. And now I’m staring at Eddie. I swear it was an accident.
He looks so beautiful in the nightlight. His hair, pulled in a messy ponytail, boasts stripes of moonlit white in between the charcoal black. His knees tucked up to his chin, he looks so…small. I just wanna kiss him, really.
As if his brain caught my thoughts, his breath stutters to a wake. He glances up, a cocky smile already perched on his lips.
“Hey b-” he says, taking in the girls just in time, “...Harrington.”
Guilt flashes across Nancy’s face, “Oh, crap, were we too loud? Sorry.”
“Ouch, Wheeler.” Eddie says, “You’re that sad I’m awake? C’mon man.”
He stretches, exposing a strip of skin below his shirt, and stands. “I’m going for some air. Anyone coming?”
Robin glances at him skeptically, “It’s like 2 am.”
“Your point being?”
“I’ll come.” I offer, and Eddie smiles quickly as he outstretches his hand. I hesitate for a split second before accepting.
We head outside, where the warm night is cooler than usual. Summer is slowly reaching its end and soon Eddie will be returning to his remote home. Alone. Where the Christians of Hawkins can’t hurt him.
“You look sad,” Eddie observes, perched on the railing of my porch. His eyes are slightly furrowed.
“No, it’s…” I look down at my hands, “It’s nothing.”
Eddie frowns at me, in thought. I avert my gaze. He clicks his tongue and grabs my hand, leading me away from the light of the house and the window. We traipse around my house to a darkened corner, away from street lamps and random neighbors up at 2.
“Wipe that smile off your face,” Eddie says, grinning even as he says it, “I didn’t bring you here to make out with you.”
I contort my face into an unimpressed expression.
“Ok, maybe we will.” he concedes, “But first, you’re gonna tell me what the issue is.”
“I told you, it’s nothing.”
Eddie’s hands are either side of my face and his lips are on mine before anything else can happen. I don’t think, don’t hear, don’t see, all I do is feel his silken hair in my hands, my back pressed against the wall, and sink into him. But now he’s pulling away, his intense black eyes burrowing into my brown ones.
“Is it, Harrington? Is it nothing?” he asks. I attempt a cocky smile.
“Did you just kiss me so I would talk?” I ask. Eddie shrugs.
“Maybe. What’s it to you?”
I clear my throat. “Fine,” I mutter, almost too quiet for him to hear, “I just…I don’t want you to go…”
Eddie’s eyebrows raise in clear confusion, “Go?”
“Home.” I say, still staring at my feet, “Away. Go, to your home, which is away from here. Away from me.”
“We call almost every day.” Eddie says softly.
“It’s not the same.”
He stays silent.
“I wish we could meet more,” I continue, “I wish Hawkins hadn’t driven you away, I wish I hadn’t spent nearly a year thinking you were dead, I wish I had asked you out ages ago.” I scoff. “I wish I could kiss you in public”
Eddie sucks in his breath. We never really explicitly discuss the biggest elephant in every room, but we need to. I need to.
“I can’t bring myself to tell anyone we’re dating…” I mutter “and-”
“Hey, there you are.” Robin says, appearing from around the house. She swipes the back of her hand against her mouth and skids to a stop in front of us. “Why’re you over in a dark, secluded corner? Just here to sell some drugs?”
“The only drug here is me.” Eddie says, grinning. All evidence of the somberity of the conversation mere moments ago has vanished. I clear my throat.
“What’s up?” I ask, very obviously diverting the attention away from us, “Where’s Nancy?”
“Max had a nightmare again,” Robin says, “so Nancy’s comforting her.” There’s a palpable tenderness to the way she says her name.
“Hey, Eddie,” I say, forcing myself to leave his side, “Feel free to raid my fridge. There’ll be some good midnight snacks somewhere.”
Eddie winks at both me and Robin, immediately understanding what I’m trying to hint at. Then, as he walks away from the two of us, he shoots me a double thumbs up. I really can’t ask for a better boyfriend.
I get out a cigarette to steal myself, but Robin snatches it immediately. “No,” she demands, “Gross. Stop.” I groan.
“What’s up with you tonight?” she asks, staring at me, “You’re agitated, you’re twitchy, you’re smoking. What’s wrong?”
I should do it. I know I should. It’s only fair to Eddie, literally the best thing to happen to me. It’s only fair to me, to finally share this massive weight with my best friend. I should take a deep breath, stop being ashamed of who I am and tell my lesbian friend that I’m bi. It should be easy.
“It’s…” Fuck. “It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?” There’s concern in Robin’s eyes and I hate doing this to both of us.
“Yeah.” I mutter, “Everything’s fine.”
Holy shit it’s been a while. Sorry about that lmao. I hope you enjoyed this slightly-shorter chapter, and know I have all the next chapters lined up, so it’s only a matter of posting them.
Tagging @bvleraddict @middle--fingering @remarkablelightening @rel312 @dasnagon @uwujinniee @bethhiraeth @canarygecko.
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#ronance#my shit#fanfic
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Little Stardust
Premise: A slasher stalks the streets of London while whispers of a mystery man in white steal throughout the city - a man who saves the weak and unprotected travelers of the night.
Notes: I had a thought - since Khonshu is wearing the Mr. Knight suit in the post-credits scene, what if he was Mr. Knight? What if Khonshu and Jake were working together to protect the travelers of the night while Steven and Marc were left unawares and continued trying to live their lives? This is definitely inspired by the 2014 comic run where Marc/Mr. Knight becomes a sort of detective and rides around in his dumb little limo (affectionate), but specifically 2014 issue #1 and what we have of the 2021 run so far.
Warnings: blood, violence, Google translate used for some of Jake's dialogue (please forgive me), feminine language used for reader
Pairings: slight Jake Lockley x Reader (will be elaborated on in the future); Khonshu is there
Word Count: ~3.3k
There have been whispers of late, of a man in white who protects those who are unable to protect themselves in the dark recesses of the night. You hear people whispering about it on the bus or at the stations, in line getting groceries, commenting in hoards on the local news channel's Facebook page. What little you do hear tells you that this nighttime hero wears a white suit, he drives a white limo, and he speaks in riddles, but he always gets the job done. No one is ever turned away.
You don't think much of it at first. You figure it's another one of those creepypasta things or some weird joke that only 19 year old Londoners get, you brush it aside and go about your life none the wiser. Until you become what's known as a traveler of the night - your schedule changes, your hours shift, and what was once a daytime job devolves into an evening occupation. Still, you don't pay much mind to all the weird Mr. Knight crap, you carry on as you always have and make do with what you have. Then come the murders.
They call him the Backstreet Slasher. He stalks his victims down dark alleys, follows them through the park, waits until they're alone at a station or along a trail, until they're vulnerable. And no one ever hears them scream. The victims are always found hours after the fact, missing chunks off and out of their bodies, and there's no rhyme or reason that Scotland Yard can find. Which really sucks for you since 3 of the 4 murders have taken place near your route to and from work.
You push on, though. You have to. You have to work, you have to keep trying to make it all work out because that's the only option left. You buy a few cans of pepper spray and a Swiss Army knife to keep in your bag, you start making sure that people know when you're leaving work, when you're safe on the bus, and when you finally get home, that they know what you're wearing so they can accurately identify or report you (whichever comes first). You pray more than you ever have in your entire life, to anyone who cares to listen, and you don't get anything back. Until, one night, you do.
All it takes is a split second. You glance down at your phone to check the time and you realize one of your friends has sent you a message, so you go to unlock the screen when the world is suddenly flipped onto its head. You slam into the concrete hard and there are hands on you, all over you, pinning you down, covering your mouth, in your hair, and you realize that you're going to die if you don't do something. So you throw your head back, flail your legs as violently as possible, you bite down on whatever skin or body part comes near you and you taste blood. Whoever or whatever it is that tackled you wails and you roll forward, out of their arms and down the pavement, then scramble to your feet. You're only able to get glimpses of him as the streetlights all around you start to flicker out, but he's massive and mostly unclothed - built out of pure muscle, sweat, and anger, and you guess that he would stand an easy two feet taller than you if he were on his feet. Speaking of, he's trying to stand up.
You spin on your heel and run faster than you ever have before. There's a stitch in your side that hurts like a bitch and it worsens with every step you take, but you can't afford to slow down and allow it to pass. You'll be dead if you try. But then you remember the pepper spray in your bag! It takes a long several seconds of fumbling and struggling to get it out while you're still running, but you pull it out and brandish it as if it were a knife.
Suddenly, you're yanked back and thrown hard onto the floor. You narrowly avoid hitting your head on the concrete by slipping mid-fall and landing on your shoulder, but the world is still spinning as if you had. The thing steps into your line of vision until he's all you can see. Your hand flies out, wild, blind, terrified, and the pepper spray releases into his face, but it doesn't make him back down. The thing with blood in its eyes and gnarled, broken teeth screams so loudly that your ears start ringing, and that's when you realize that it's very possible he's immune to pepper spray. You've made it angrier and now it's definitely going to kill you. With the end of your life practically in sight and the stitch in your side spreading until it consumer your entire abdomen, there's much more to do except fire more pepper spray directly into the thing's face as a final "fuck you". Then you kick out and hear a sickening pop in the thing's leg, and he drops.
The front end of a white car comes careening into view, then. It jumps over the curb and screeches to a halt, just barely avoiding your attacker, but still managing to blind it with its LED headlights. The creature howls, raises its hands into the air to shade its eyes. Then the driver's door opens. You can see the silhouette of a cap on his head, broad curls at the nape of his neck, the crisp line of his denim jacket and the bulkiness of leather gloves on his hands, but his face is shadowed. And he's holding something in his hands, a… baseball bat? No, a baton, maybe? You blink and the baton comes crashing onto the creature's head. Over and over and over. It screams and there's blood and through the haze of your confusion, you suddenly feel sick. No. Wait, you're gonna be sick.
There's a sharp crunch and then the only thing you can hear is the car's still running engine and your savior's labored breathing. He sniffles, wipes the back of his hand over his mouth while you empty what remains of your dinner onto a nearby patch of grass. When you're finally able to look up without coughing up bile, you see that the lights are dimmed and that the trunk of what is actually a stretch limo is popped open. A pair of brown boots stick out below the bumper and you can almost see splatters of something dark on them, but it's too hard to know for sure in the sparse lighting.
The trunk is suddenly slammed shut. You jump, recoiling into yourself as you clutch terrified at your bag. Where the hell is the pepper spray? You eye the grass, the pavement, the area by the body of the thing that almost killed you, and you finally spot it at the base of a shiny, white rimmed wheel. A hand reaches out to grab it, a gloved hand. The same one that-. Oh God.
"You lose something?" he asks. You still can't fully make out his face with the way his cap is angled over his forehead. "Here."
You instinctively back away when he extends his arm in your direction. His body seems to pause. You can feel his eyes watching you, flickering over your face, studying you. And then his shoulders drop.
"Lo siento. Didn't mean to scare you." His head cocks to one side, just slightly. You can hear the faintest whisper of a Spanish accent in his voice, but he mostly just sounds American. He leans down, braced against one knee, and rolls your half empty pepper spray from the curb to your toes. "You alright, señorita?"
You think you nod in response, but you're not entirely sure at first. The world doesn't even feel real in this moment. A serial killer Hulk thing chasing you down the street and a mysterious Spanish man coming to your rescue? No, shit like that doesn't happen in real life. It sure as hell doesn't happen to someone like you!
"Prometo, I'm not gonna hurt you," he says and his voice is warm. You're not sure if you trust it or not. "I wouldn't save your life just to turn around and take it, would I?"
"N-No." It's the first thing to come out of your mouth in what feels like an eternity.
The stranger with blood splatter on his boots shifts his weight and raises a hand, slowly and purposefully like he's trying to show you he's not making any sudden moves. His hand knocks the brim of his cap back and up enough to allow what little light there is to shine over more of his face. He's clean shaven and olive skinned with a good smile and big brown eyes. There's a bit of blood on his cheek, but you try very hard (and fail) not to stare at it. "Jake Lockley. What's your name?"
It's an excellent question and it takes you longer than it should to recall it. But when you finally stammer it through chattering teeth and a stiff tongue, Jake Lockley smiles at you. It's a very kind smile, almost reassuring, and it makes you wonder exactly why you were so afraid of him in the first place.
"You need a ride home?" he asks, tacking your name onto the end with that same beaming smile. "There's all kind of creeps out tonight, ¿sí? You need to get home safe and sound."
Everything inside you is screaming not to get into the sketchy white limo with the guy who just killed someone in front of you, but then you remember that you would be dead if it weren't for him. A ride home that doesn't involve the city bus does sound amazing, but you can't help feeling suspicious at the offer. It's almost a little too good to be true.
"I don't know you."
Jake frowns a little. "No," he starts, "but I did just save your life. Has to count for something."
Your bones are aching, you realize as you stand there in the late spring evening, staring at the mystery man that saved your life, and your side hurts like hell. You want more than anything to just go home and lay down, pretend none of this ever happened. Hell, it would be even better if you just didn't wake up for a good 12 hours! Then you don't have to deal with all the bullshit that will eventually come with tomorrow. You think all these things and you think about Jake Lockley and the creature that nearly killed you, and you collapse on the spot.
"Mierda!" you hear him curse as he swoops to your side.
The world is spinning again, but faster than before, and your head is throbbing. Your heartbeat is echoing almost painfully in your ears and that awful ache in your stomach is getting worse. What the hell-?
"-okay? Háblame, querida. ¿Qué pasa?"
His hand resettles on your hip to keep you from rolling out of his grip and you immediately hiss and smack him in the chest. You're too pained to verbalize it, but you desperately want to cuss him out from whatever the hell it is he just did to you. Jake removes his hand straight away, but not before you can catch a flash of something dark on his palm.
His voice is almost hoarse. "Estás sangrando."
Your eyes squeeze shut of their own accord. "What does that mean?"
"That malparido got you, you're bleeding."
Your vision starts to go spotty even as you try to take a look at the wound, but the man - Jake - stops you from struggling too much. He starts speaking again, faster this time, and it's impossible to keep up with him. His English fades into Spanish and then you're being hoisted up to rest in the curve where his shoulder meets his arm.
"Camina conmigo," he huffs into your ear and you don't have the breath to tell him you don't know what he's saying. Your feet shuffle and drag under you as you're led to the door of his car. He braces himself against the car as he attempts to get the door open, but his hand is slick with something red and you take up all the room and space in his other hand. So he bangs a fist on the window. "¡Khonshu, abre la puerta!"
Silence rings heavy and metallic in your eyes and then-.
The door is ajar for hardly a second before Jake swings it wide open. "En, señorita, en," he urges. "Eso es, eso es, fácil."
You find yourself splayed out on the carpet. You think he was aiming you in the general direction of the seats, but it's a miracle you've made it this far already because your strength is fading fast. You're fading fast. So you brush a hand over your side where the ache first blossomed and feel your heart sink when you realize that your suspicions are confirmed because there's blood on your fingers.
Jake slams the door shut behind him, crouched over as he makes his way to your side. His eyes flicker to the blood on your hand, then back to you, and he gently pushes your hand away. "Don't worry about it, querida, don't worry. Look at me." You catch a glimpse of something sleek and ivory behind his head as you do and you try to go back for a second look, but Jake's smile is gentle and comforting and it steals your attention. "Gonna fix you up, ¿sí? You just focus on me."
But when he slips back into Spanish, it's not hard to pick up on the panic in his voice. "Está perdiendo demasiada sangre. No puedo llevarte a un hospital a tiempo, ¡ese bastardo!"
Your vision is so foggy now that you can only really make out vague shapes and colors. A large block of ivory comes into view at Jake's shoulder, but there's something off about it, something strange about the awkwardly and distinctly non-cranium shape that hovers over the body that's joined you in the limo. You should be scared, you should be screaming your head off and begging for a decent passerby to help you escape because this Jake guy and whoever else is here with him are clearly about to murder you, but you can't summon the strength. Or the fight. It's becoming a challenge to even breathe right. And somehow you know that this is it. Whatever happened on the sidewalk, whatever that monster did to you, it's the end of your story.
Hands are pressing at your side and it stings, but you don't react. You gather your strength and as much air as you can, and you reach for Jake Lockley. "Please," you croak through what feels like strained and shriveled vocal chords, "don't… don't leave me. Don't want to be alone."
"I'm here, querida," he promises, "no te preocupes."
If these are your last moments, you want to make them count. "I fought. As hard as I could," you say. "I tried."
"Shhh." His thumb presses over your temple where some of your tears have started to fall into your hair. "Don't talk."
"Thank you. Thank you, Jake, thank you for saving me. Was so scared, I thought-…" You hiccup and attempt a smile. "Kinda scared still, but…"
The air stirs near your head and the ivory blob at Jake's shoulder moves toward you, but you decide that it's just your dying mind conjuring up whatever it can in its final moments.
You squeeze your eyes shut, tight, and feel a sob bubble up inside your chest. Maybe it's silly, maybe it's a last ditch effort and maybe it's gonna land you in the wrong place so to speak, but you cry out to anyone who will listen. One last time. You're not sure if you're actually speaking the words or just thinking them, but they're raw and vulnerable and bordering somewhere between desperate and hopeful.
I know I'm not much. I know I'm just as special as anyone else, I don't deserve more than anyone else, but please. If you can hear me, anyone, please, I don't want to die. I want to live. There's so much more I want to do and see and experience. Please! Please, please, I'm not ready. I'm not ready yet. And… God, if it's really my time, please make it quick.
The limo rumbles and thunders in response, the floor hums beneath your body and you can feel it vibrating deep in your bones. The shapeless ivory thing in the car leans over you and you can catch a glimpse of something long, sharp, and curved protruding out of the emptiness. Its voice is low, deeper than the deepest depths in the ocean. It shakes you like a baby leaf on a tree, it's soft and it laughs at you, but it's also warm and curious and pleading. "Who are you, that I should spare your life?" it asks. The air shifts as the question echoes between your ears. Then the voice rolls your name around in its mouth, or at least it sounds like it. "Hmm. You have much to offer, don't you, little traveler?"
You think you hear Jake's voice snap in the background, but it fades away in an instant. You frown, wet your lips, and buckle down on the faint grasp you have on reality.
"Yes," the ivory voice continues, "I can sense it."
"Who…? Who are you?"
The voice smiles. "I am the one who protects the travelers of the night, who swears by vengeance and justice and the might of the night sky."
The night sky. You've always loved it. There's always been something about the moon, the stars, the planets, a touch of whimsy that connects you to them, something inside you that calls out to them, that yearns for the vastness of their beauty. "I like the stars," you sigh as your eyes grow heavy. "Like to think we're all made of stardust."
Another laugh, warm and knowing. "I can save your life, little stardust, but you must bind yourself to me."
You hum happily to yourself, but don't think to respond. Whatever it is this voice is saying, it sounds nice.
"Listen! Your time is nearly up! Do you want to live or do you wish to die on the floor of a dirty human transporter in the backstreet of this miserable city?" The voice snaps your name again and your eyes fly open, startled, but your vision doesn't clear. "Do you swear to bind yourself to me, to serve me and my Moon Knight by protecting the travelers of the night and bestowing my justice?"
Someone shakes your arm, your hand, lightly slaps your cheek to bring you out of your stupor, and you can just make out the shape of Jake Lockley's cap. "Think, querida. Not much time left for you."
You let your eyes rove over the vague shape that hovers above you. You keep thinking about the moon and how beautifully it shines, how this voice is clad in the ivory shimmer of starlight, how it called you "stardust" and it promised you life. You reach out a bloodstained hand and curl your fingers around the lapel of a crisp, white suit. "Yes," you whisper with the last breath you have. "I sw…"
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The Pains of Anonymity
a/n: I wrote this story, awhile back too, for two of my friends who loved reading short stories like this one. I hope you like it too! its your classic high school shoujo-type confession story with a twist.
one of these friends is my ex and the whole ‘google’ angle was to uh call him out on something dumb he did during the span of our relationship... i hope you find it funny haha.
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Summer of 2018- graduation. The time when we, baby-year-old children are expected to find our way in life. Jobs, university, college. All on the agenda. It is also the last year I will ever have the chance to ask out Emily. Oh yes, I had my priorities completely sorted.
I've had a massive crush on her since the 4th year. 6th year is my last chance, before she goes to study in oxford. She said that she got accepted. Emily has been my friend since the 1st year and she's very cool. She likes to skateboard in the park and drink iced coffee in winter. She has long dark hair and bright green eyes. And after she's done scowling at people and smiles it's like I'm blinded with light...even her scowling is beautiful- ok, you get the idea...
I really wanted to act on my feelings but I was worried she did not feel the same way. Also we are good friends and if she rejected me things would get awkward, not just for me, but the whole gang.
Sam convinced me to confess this year. As classes finished for the day we met outside the locker room. He said,
"Alex you've been moaning and groaning about her for way too long. JUST ASK HER OUT. I'm tired of listening to your whining… I'm quite sure I've suffered emotional trauma listening to you. I'm sensitive that way", he wiped away a fake tear.
"But seriously man, this is the last chance you can. And you don't have to do something huge like propose confront of a crowd. We've been friends with Em for so long she would likely accept you and then kill you"
We started walking towards the boys' dorms. "remind me again why I'm taking advice from you, my single friend", I grumbled.
"Hey!", he exclaimed, fake annoyance flashing across his nerdy face.
"I happen to have vast knowledge on romance. NEVER DOUBT THE MANGAS"
"Ok, mr romantic, what should I do according to the great wisdom of the mangas?"
"Well, first off, if you're going to ask her out, do it in person, with some chocolate, maybe a stuffed toy,'' he stated.
I stopped in my tracks.
"Oh hell no", I said
"But then she wont even-", I interrupted him.
"It's ok, I'll handle it on my own… besides… Em? And a teddy bear? I really doubt that", I laughed
"If you say so bro, then, handle it on your own", he replied, smirking.
"I'll be here when you come for help"
And that's how I got myself into my life's (so far) greatest mess.
I looked it up on google. Do not judge me, I am not original. And I could afford flowers. But they had to mean something. So I looked up flower symbolism too. After my planning, I was ready.
Before school started, I placed a bunch of white lilies and roses on Emily's desk. I read somewhere they represented devotion. 4 years of devotion pretty much symbolised those flowers. And a note. But I did not expect Em's reaction.
She dropped her bag at her chair and walked over to me and sam. Sam gave me that look. I stamped on his toe.
"Gosh, guys I'm soo tired", she yawned. Her nose was red.
"I had to attend. a funeral of some relative yesterday who I've never met and never known. There were lilies everywhere", she sniffled.
Wait
"I had such a bad allergic reaction, I was up the whole night sneezing my fuckin brains off. That and our algebra work", she said.
The bell rang. Crap.
Emily waved and walked towards her desk.
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me alive.
"Who the fuck left their garden at my desk", she exclaimed. My heart dropped. I knew she cursed frequently, but she cursed my gift. My gift for her.
Then she made a funny noise… and started sneezing. She didn't even see the note I tucked into the petals!! On second thought I'm glad she didn't.
Layla, her friend, came and took the bouquet of flowers away. My gift. Agh.
"Aww Em these flowers are so pretty... I think they are a gift", she said.
At least one of the girls realised my intentions.
Emily sniffled," I cant keep these… and i don't plan on dying this year… I need to junk them", she sneezed again.
"No! Don't do that, I'll take them", Layla exclaimed. Great. Just great.
This was not how it was supposed to go. I watched with horror as Layla happily picked up Emily's bouquet. The note fell under their desk. I looked at Sam… who was laughing at me. God dammit.
Well, I wasn't going to give up just because of this tiny setback. I had a plan! Sure I won't do it face to face, but the thought is there and my name too.
Well after that flop I looked up on google again.
Jewelry. Girls liked jewelry. I remember Emily wears this golden locket around her neck. Everywhere. She said it used to be her grandma's. The google page was funny. It said girls like shiny things. They're not magpies, I was laughing while reading. Then I remembered that Emily has this box full of stones and metal pieces and some other junk. She said they have memories. A memory box. Maybe if I got something she liked she would put it in her memory box. Magpie box. I laughed a bit more.
Oh well. I hope this worked.
Next week before anyone came to class I placed a pendant on Emily's desk. Small and silvery. I managed to get it for £5 which was quite good. Also my kid sister helped me pick it out so it had to count for something. I eagerly waited for Emily to see it.
She didn't even notice it. I think it even fell off her and Layla's desk during class. Jesus Christ and all that's holy, why isn't this working?????!!!
And then it struck me. I left the note in my pencil case. Of course this would happen.
Finally I saw her pocket it. Only to find out later she didn't even think it was for her.
Sam and I were loitering in the halls after basketball when I heard Emily say something from inside the classroom.
"Someone lost their necklace", she showed it to Layla. Sam and I peered in.
"I don't know, Em, I don't think anyone would leave their jewelry lying around", Layla said
And then Emily dangled the pendant in front of herself
"If I sold it, how much would I get for it?", she asked.
No. why.
"Why don't you just keep it, Em?"
"Because if it belongs to someone else, it would be rude, Layla", Emily proclaimed
"And selling it isn't??!!"
My next attempt was as cliche as they come. But foolproof. The reason things are labelled cliche is because they never fail. Also I know Emily likes to read romantic stories. So I copied the cheesiest Shakespeare poetry off the net and signed it with my name. There's no way this could fail.
It failed.
I placed the letter in front of Emily's dorm door. And knocked on it. Then I bolted around the corner and watched as Em looked around. Then she spotted the letter. And saw the blank side. She didn’t even turn it around.
"Who the fu-", she looked around.
"Damn litterers", she crumpled my note
Jesus christ this girl is going to kill me. I really didn't understand. Em was intelligent. She solves those riddles at mad speeds and gets top scores in class. How can someone so smart be so goddamn stupid.
I didn't know what to do. I kept thinking about it on my way to the dorms after basketball practice.and I met Mr Brown, the boys' dorm chaperone.
"Hi mister brown", I waved dejectedly.
"Oh lad, what's wrong?"
He tried to pat my head. Which must have been difficult considering I was probably 3 feet taller than him.
"Oooh I know that look", he chuckled
"Lady friend problems, eh?"
I think my red face said it all.
"Don't worry! Be bold child, faint heart never won the fair maiden. Think outside the box. What does your flame like", he asked me
I was too busy cringing at 'flame' to respond immediately.
"It's ok mister brown", I think I know what to do…", I thanked him and entered. This is it. My last attempt before I resort to Sam.
The next day I walked into RED. Em's favourite clothes shop. Ripped Jeans and t-shirts with comments were displayed all over the place. A gift voucher. The shop was red lit. Which was a little odd, because how would you know the colours of the clothes?
I walked to the front. Unfortunately I was met with a rather brutal sight… women’s under clothes displayed out and for the first time entering that shop, I was thankful for the red light.
"I want a gift voucher", I mumbled to the cashier who was typing away at something.
She gave me a funny look.
"RED only has vouchers for-", but I interrupted
"Just give me the damn gift voucher", I pleaded to her. She scoffed and handed me one. I quickly ran out of RED. Well. That was something I never ever want to experience again.
Once again I placed it on her desk. Now I was sure this would work. Boy was I wrong.
Emily waved to us as she entered and sat at her desk. She saw the gift voucher and froze.
Just froze. She stood there for a good minute before she turned around.
If looks could kill, we would all be dead. Her face was red and her normal laidback expression was pulled into a vicious scowl.
She yelled, "HARRY YOU FUCKING PERVERT IM GOING TO MURDER YOU"
The sleazebag of our class immediately sat up in his seat looking confused. Harry had a… reputation. And every girl in class had at least one unfortunate encounter with him. Except Em, who has threatened to punch the living daylights out of Harry if he pulled any bullshit, which we didn't doubt because we have seen Em get into some street fights…
"Excuse me, Emily, I haven't done a thing", he raised his hands in front of him.
She snarled at the class, "If I find the creep who gave me a gift voucher for underwear...", she let her threat hang in the air. Very effective. I wanted to die.
I went to Sam. He was my last hope. My saviour. I knocked on his door. When he opened the door, he laughed at my face
He said, "well I see you've come to consult the mangas. Enter my abode of wisdom",
He gestured towards his room. I was in the abode of wisdom for a long time.
I was going to do it in person this evening.
We got a shark plushie whose sneer reminded me of Em's evil look. Very cute. I don't think I've ever been so nervous.
I knocked on her dorm room, holding the shark toy behind me. When she opened the door she grinned.
"Hey, Alex", she leaned against the door frame, her hair falling in front.
"What's up", she raised an eyebrow.
I felt like an old car. Big, slow and struggling to start.
"I uh… I like you", I said
"We're old friends Alex, I'm quite sure that has been established", she laughed.
This girl was not making it easy.
"No I like- like you, like as in that like, not the friend like", I forced out.
She smiled sinisterly.
"Took you long enough dumbass", she pulled me towards her and quickly pecked me on my lips.
Alex.exe. stopped working
She grinned again, "Sam told me that the flowers and the other stuff was you and you had no idea what you were doing. Honestly after the flowers I figured it was you because you looked like you wanted to die after I told you about my flower allergy and when I saw the lilies. But Sam confirmed it after the uh… the gift voucher",
She turned slightly red.
"I probably should have said something but it was really really funny watching you go about confessing"
She turned around and scrambled about her room. And brought out a book. She opened it. On one page was a dried white rose neatly pressed into the book. On the other she taped my letter. She turned it around and the RED gift voucher was taped too.
She cleared her throat to get my attention and then brought out the pendant from under her shirt where she kept it tucked. She was wearing it.
"I never threw them away", she was red too.
Yeah… I'm quite sure Emily was going to kill me someday.
Needless to say, I graduated a few weeks later after a week of mind breaking exams. And I have Emily beside me. Let's see how it goes in University.
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Pizza and Coffee
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Pidge/Lance
Tags: Fluff, Pizza Delivery AU, Coffee Shop AU, short fic, Lance is smitten, Bisexual Lance, don't judge me for the crap quality- I wrote this like 4 years ago
Wordcount: 1.1k
"Send your cutest delivery driver."
And it wasn't even Lance that asked.
Hunk did it for him.
Cross-posted from my Ao3 account.
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On a busy street in Chicago, Lance entered the second most popular Starbucks in the city. Throwing his apron on and washing his hands, he spotted his coworker Hunk.
“Morning,” Lance smiled.
“Morning, Lance,” Hunk replied, “Ready for work?”
“Always,” Lance laughed and dried his hands. “Just let me punch in.”
“You mean you don’t want to work for free?” Hunk joked.
“Nope.”
Lance punched in his code and set to work. He spun around and grabbed the cup, glancing down at the name.
“Flat white for Jared,” he called and put the cup on the pickup counter.
A guy snagged it within seconds and was out the door. It was a busy Monday Lance spun back and forth, grabbing drinks and ringing people up. He enjoyed his job here at Starbucks.
“Vanilla bean Crème with strawberry puree for… Pidge?” he called, pausing to be sure he got the name right.
It seemed to be right, because a honey-haired boy approached the counter and gingerly picked it up.
“Thanks,” he said and offered a small smile.
How cute, Lance thought.
“Enjoy!” Lance called. That drink looks good. I’ll have to get it sometime.
“Thanks,” he waved on his way out.
Hunk gave him a pointed look.
“What?”
“He was cute,” he poked Lance.
“Yeah, I know,” Lance waved him away and grabbed an empty cup to start on its order.
“And?”
“And he probably won’t be back. You can’t just try to hook me up with every cute customer that comes in.”
“I can try,” Hunk shrugged, “You’re due for a boyfriend at some point. Or girlfriend.”
“After my last girlfriend, I think I’ll pass,” Lance shrugged.
“Yeah, Nyma was pretty rough,” Hunk nodded. “That’s what you get when you date a model though.”
Lance thought back to his last relationship. Nyma had been controlling and harsh. He would have left her except that he thought she actually cared about him. Now he saw that she was just using him for cash. He’d been a very giving boyfriend; always buying her whatever she wanted.
“Ooh, hey Lance!” Hunk elbowed his friend. “Check out that guy!”
Lance glanced up to see a tall, thick-haired man. He ordered a black coffee.
“Ew, no,” Lance whispered, “He drinks his coffee black.”
“You can’t judge people based on their drinks,” Hunk said, exasperated.
“I can and I will,” Lance said filling the cup with plain coffee.
“Your loss,” Hunk shrugged.
Lance’s eight-hour shift came to an end at four.
“You still planning on coming over tonight?” Lance asked Hunk.
“Yeah, Shiro and the others are coming still, right?”
“Yep,” Lance confirmed, “The gang will be there. We’re ordering pizza.”
“I can bring soda if you want,” Hunk offered.
“That would be great,” Lance said. “I’ll see you at six then.”
“See you then!”
Two hours later Lance was welcoming his friend into his apartment.
“The others just got here, so we can order the pizza now,” he said.
“Great. I vote pineapple,” Hunk said.
“That’s my man!” Lance slapped his back and grinned. “What do you guys want?”
Allura, Shiro, and Keith sat in the living room.
“I want pepperoni," Keith said.
“Any other preferences?” Lance asked.
“I’m good with pepperoni,” Shiro nodded.
“If you don’t mind I’d like sausage,” Allura piped up.
“So a large half sausage, half pineapple and ham, and a large pepperoni. Gotcha,” Lance whipped out his phone, “Be quiet while I order.”
“Really?” Keith frowned, “You’re the loud one.”
“Listen here mullet,” Lance pulled the phone away from his ear, “The only reason you’re here is because of Shiro.”
“Hey guys, c’mon, don’t fight,” Shiro held his hands up, “This is supposed to be a fun game night.”
“It would be fun if it wasn’t for Lance being so annoying,” Keith muttered.
Lance stuck his tongue out, and brushed it off.
Everyone was quiet while he ordered the food.
“Is that all for tonight?” the voice asked.
Hunk grabbed the phone out of Lance’s hands.
“And send your cutest delivery driver,” he instructed.
Lance reached out to snatch the phone back, but Hunk finished the call.
“Really Hunk?” Lance crossed his arms and sighed.
“I think its funny,” Keith shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.
Lance huffed as everyone began to talk. Shiro and Allura discussed business (they ran a company which produced whole foods), and Hunk and Lance swapped work stories and Keith commentated. A little over an hour later the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Lance stood and reached in his pocket for the wad of cash he had.
Keith and Hunk snickered as Lance opened the front door.
Standing out front, a whole head shorter than Lance, was the boy from earlier. He just stood and stared as the boy pulled pizzas out of the warming bag. He was clothed in a baggy sweatshirt, but Lance could tell he was slender. His skin was several shades lighter than Lance’s, and his eyes were a caramel to match his hair. Lance wanted to touch it and see how soft it was.
“I’ve got a half sausage, half ham and pineapple, and a pepperoni for a Lance?”
He looked up, balancing both pizzas on one arm and held them out. Lance snapped out of his daze.
“Y-yeah,” he fumbled with the cash.
Hunk came up behind him and peered over his shoulder.
“Wait, isn’t that the guy from earlier?” he said loud enough for the boy to hear.
Lance shoved his elbow into Hunk’s ribcage as he took the pizzas and handed them back.
“Were you at Starbucks earlier today?” Hunk continued, not letting up.
“Um… yeah.”
“Grande vanilla bean crème with strawberry puree,” Lance said without thinking, and then flushed. “Sorry, it’s a habit.”
“That… that’s okay,” he replied. “Um, your total is twenty-eight fifty-seven.”
Lance handed the whole wad of cash to the boy. He glanced at it a moment.
“Do you need change?”
“N-no, you can have it all as a tip,” Lance stammered.
“After all, they did send their cutest delivery boy,” Hunk laughed and nudged Lance.
Lance flushed. The boy looked confused.
“Wait,” he looked down at the receipt. “Those assholes… that’s why they wanted me to take this one.”
“You mean you didn’t know?” Hunk asked, surprised.
“No,” he shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, you’re definitely cute, isn’t he, Lance?” Hunk looked pointedly at his friend.
“Y-yeah, definitely super h-I mean cute,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck.
“Th-thanks,” he shoved the cash into his pocket and held the delivery bag in front of him.
“Pidge, right?” Lance asked, hoping to continue the conversation.
“Yeah…”
“Um… can I…” Lance fiddled with the receipt he’d been given. He grabbed a pen from the table next to the door and scribbled something on it. “I hope you don’t mind…”
The boy took the piece of paper and looked at it.
“Uh, I’m flattered, but~”
Lance deflated.
“I’m a girl.”
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Chasing Memories Worldbuilding Part 1
SO! Let's get the mundane worldbuilding out of the way.
First up, Ninjago's age of majority. Chasing Memories is a much more realistic take on the show, and realistically the Ninja wouldn't be able to do half of the crap they do if they were legally minors the entire time. Regardless of how powerful Wu is he still has to obey the law.
Base age of majority, where people are considered a legal adult, is 16 human years, as is the age of consent. Minimum drinking age and minimum smoking age are 18. Now, I specify human years here because there are a handful of non-human characters in my AU that age at different rates than humans. So when I say "human years" I mean they have to be the biological equivalent of a 16-year-old human to be considered a legal adult.
Now, obviously this means the only legal adults out of the Ninja at first are Zane and Kai, as stated in a previous post stating their birthdates and ages. Which means the minors of the group (Cole, Jay, and Nya) are under their supervision when the other adults (Garmadon, Wu, and Misako) are not around.
Let me reiterate, ZANE AND KAI ARE THE ONES IN CHARGE OF THE NINJA, both in costume and out. They are the adults. They're basically the older siblings when the parents aren't home.
It kind of bugged me growing up that Zane wasn't the one in charge, it always seemed to switch between Kai, Cole, and later Lloyd (which honestly made the least sense; yeah he's the chosen one but he's like 8 why is he in charge of the older more experienced Ninja?) so this time I'm going with seniority rules as Zane is the oldest and also the first Ninja Wu recruited.
Next up, NO Ninjago is NOT a monarchy of any kind. That plot point made no sense to me no matter how much I rewatched season 8. Why was it never mentioned? I even based my entire freshman year debate essay on why it was a bad idea to just add that in without warning.
CM!Ninjago is a democracy, plain and simple. I took inspiration from the United States (my home country), Canada, and the UK with how its government works.
There's an elected president that sits for a 6-year term and they can only have 2 consecutive terms. The first president was elected back in the 4th century (shocker, a government system that lasts over a millenium and a half), and the current president during the time of CM Origins is a man named Terrence Wong, who was elected for his second term in 2006 AC.
The education system is kinda a combination of the American, British, and Japanese systems (that last one because I like how it's structured in anime), so we have kindergarten (starts age 4), primary school (ages 5-10), and secondary school (ages 11-16), with 2-year "high school" being optional.
Jay is a fourth-year secondary student at Southside Junior High in Ninjago City, but he does his schooling remotely as it was Edna's condition for him to train with Wu. It's actually summer break when Kai comes along as school ends June 25th and starts September 1st.
Cole's been homeschooled during his time in the circus (as he can't exactly enroll in normal school as a runaway) but since coming to the Monastery he studies alongside Jay (who gets copies of all his assignments to give Cole) and Nya (who also starts remote schooling with Jay, just under a different, closer school to the Monastery).
Kai only completed his mandatory schooling, then started working as a farmhand full time until Wu came along. Also, Kai has legal custody of Nya... aaaat least until the Skulkin show up, wreck house, and kidnap her, which leads the blame to fall on Kai as there's a probationary period on custody arrangements.
Kai only got custody of Nya on his 16th birthday, which was in July of 2009. Because Kai only filed to FOSTER Nya and not adopt her, they were given a probationary period of 15 months to basically make sure Kai didn't screw up. The Skulkin attack happened when there were 2 months left on the probationary period, so after Nya gets rescued she gets taken away AGAIN, this time by social services.
So what does out intrepid 19-year-old former guidance counsellor Zane do? He accidentally stumbles across Nya in town being bullied by some of the other girls in the group home she was placed in, rescues her, and has her take him to said group home where he files to take Nya in; turns out Glenn pulled some strings and got him a valid foster license for emergencies before he left Feren.
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On 2023
I have so many awards to give out this year – let's get to it.
Best 2023 Video Game: Baldur's Gate 3
Yeah, BG3 is good – this isn't exactly a hot take. But look, this wasn't as cut and dry as you might imagine. The fact that BG3 is possibly the single best game of the year is a testament to how much work the developers had to put in to overcome the inherent awfulness of the 5E D&D mechanics that it was saddled with.
Best Older Game that I Finished in 2023: Disco Elysium
If BG3 is an A-Tier CRPG, then Disco Elysium represents the S-Tier of the genre. I had to interrupt my play-through of it last year, much to my shame, but I wrapped it up in April this year and now it's competing hard for the GOAT in my books.
Left 4 Dead Award for Best Cooperative Shooter: Remnant 2
The other major competitor for best 2023 game was Remnant 2, because although it doesn't have the sheer breadth of possibility of BG3, it is a very good shooter with a number of interesting puzzles, guns, and Soulsbornean bosses, and cooperative multiplayer so I can hang with my pals.
Best Horror Game that I Played in 2023: Iron Lung
I also played Signalis this year, which was definitely a more expansive and involved game – but Iron Lung takes this because despite its short length, it's profoundly immersive and intense for that whole duration.
The Pandemic Legacy Season 0 Award for Finally Starting to play Pandemic Legacy Season 0 After Multiple Years of Having a Real-World Pandemic Making In-Person Board Games an Impossibility: Pandemic Legacy Season 0
I finally got to play it. It's very good.
The Franchise Game I Played in 2023 That Made the Biggest Improvements Over Its Predecessors: Dishonored: Death of the Outsider
They stripped out most of the pointless progression, stripped out the chaos system, made most of what remains into task-oriented "find the bonecharm" type stuff, and finally introduced regenerating mana. I don't know if I'd go as far as to say that they perfected the core systems, but they came pretty damn close.
Best Worker-Placement Game that I Tried in 2023: Feast For Odin
I've never liked the worker-placement genre much, but Feast For Odin is an entirely different beast. It cleanly removes basically every ADHD-aggravating mechanic that is typical of the genre, and then replaces them with a lovely Tetris mini-game. It fits so much more neatly into my brain, and yet doesn't seem to have lost any depth in the exchange (as compared to other games of the genre).
Best RPG that I Tried in 2023: Alice Is Missing
I am genuinely curious about whether or not Alice Is Missing potentially represents a totally new way to run a GM-less RPG. These rules (and the story context) provide just enough of a plot-backbone and prompting to get players to produce consistently powerful stories every time.
Most Promising Non-RPG Story-Game Format that I Tried in 2023: Arkham Horror: the Card Game
Speaking of GM-less stuff, I finally played the AH LCG and holy crap it really blows all of the previous Arkham Horror franchise out of the water (to say nothing of putting to shame a dozen other would-be story-driven tabletop games). I probably haven't played enough of it to really pass judgment just yet, but I am absolutely blown away by the promise on display here.
Best 2023 Movie Because I Honestly Just Didn't Get Out to the Theatre Very Much, But Clearly This Film Still Whips Ass: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
I feel like there might've been one or two better movies this year, but I didn't see any of those. I don't feel bad about throwing "best movie" at Across the Spider-Verse though, because it's clearly top-tier regardless.
Biggest Cinema Phenomenon that I Totally Missed: Barbie
Everybody and their dog loves this movie, and I was just, like, busy for the entire season. I'm gonna go see it next Thursday, I swear.
The Finally Made a Good Dungeons & Dragons Movie: Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves
Inside me there are two wolves. One wants to pretend that this is the first time they've ever adapted D&D for any kind of cinematic medium in an attempt to bury the older films and the cartoon show in the Dustbin of History. The other wants to show all that garbage off so that people appreciate the extent to which I have suffered at the hands of this brand. Regardless, this new film was like a breath of fresh air by comparison, and with any luck it'll bring a few more new folks to the hobby.
Holy Shit I Can't Believe I Still Haven't Seen This New Godzilla Movie, Everyone Fucking Loves It: Godzilla Minus One
This is now the most critically acclaimed Godzilla film ever made, and that somehow includes the original? I am so fuckin' gized y'all, I can't even start.
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