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[silverystormwing]

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[melonthesprigatito]

Before Legends Arceus came out (so, two years ago whoops) I started coming up with my own Hisuian Ancestor and I spent a lot of time brainstorming (cough, cough daydreaming) about a hypothetical scenario of what their encounter would be like in the actual game. I tried to make it realistic as possible by making it seem like an actual event that could happen in the game, and the one thing I have to say is that it serves as the obligatory "Spooky Encounter" that's been in pretty much every Pokémon game since the Old Chateau.

I'm not going to tell you which character is the descendant of this ancestor just yet, because the story is better if you don't immediately know what's going on. All I can say is that this ancestor is the ancestor of a Gen 7 character.

The quest is intended to be more of a post game thing because it eventually leads into an Ultra Beast catching quest involving the space time distortions (which isn't the main focus, more of a bonus quest really). Think of it as a second update story quest like the Daybreak Update. I'm just going to call this entire thing the Nightfall Update I guess.

To start the story quest you have to buy a special charm called the Otherworldly Charm from Lucille in Jubilife Village. Item description: ("A Mysterious charm made of an unknown material, discovered in Obsidian Fieldlands. It bears an inscription of a six pointed star.  Perhaps something will happen if you keep it around.") Why does she have this? Oh, she just found it lying out there in the field and thought it looked neat. Someone must have dropped it.

After you complete your expedition for the day, a short cutscene will occur. A random merchant from the Ginkgo Guild is making his way though the forest when he suddenly hears a noise behind him. He looks around, but it's completely silent. 

All of a sudden the merchant gets ambushed by the Miss Fortune Sisters. Unable to defend himself, he has no choice but to drop his goods and run. The bandits laugh among themselves at the successful robbery. They're still pissed that their scheme to steal the Origin Ore went up in smoke and they're just SOOO frustrated that the Player (in my case Akari) keeps absolutely destroying them in battle so this ambush was a morale boost for them.

Suddenly they hear a noise. Clover suspects it's another poor defenceless merchant unfortunate enough to cross paths with them, about to be robbed blind. A mysterious hooded, deathly pale figure with glowing eyes watches them from the treeline. The bandits are unnerved but launch into their motto anyway, because they're idiots, but become highly offended when the figure doesn't respond or show any sign of emotion at all. How dare they not acknowledge their perfectly rehearsed intro that strikes fear into people's hearts?! Coin says "Forget this, let's just rob them!" and lunges at the ghostly figure and she instantly gets hit with a blast of lightning coming from the figure's hand. 

The screen goes black and it cuts to the beginning of the quest.

Quest [Insert Number Here Because I Forgot How Many Quests Are In This Game]: The Witch of the Woods 

The sidequest continues when you talk to Ginter from the Ginkgo Guild. He is upset because some of the guild's merchants have been suffering from an increased number of attacks from bandits and supplies in the village have started mysteriously vanishing. At the same time, people have spotted a mysterious pale figure sneaking about Jubilife Village in the dead of night, stealing items such as food and clothing and rumours have started to spread around that it might be the evil witch that supposedly lives in a dark cave, deep in the woods at the edge of the Obsidian Fields which has gotten everyone in a panic because they're afraid that the witch might go after their children next.

Ginter doesn't believe in witches so he suspects that this supposed witch might be behind the thefts of the Ginkgo Guild stock, so he wants the player to look into the rumours and put a stop to them. At this point Zisu approaches them because she's heard ALL about this wicked witch and is really eager to join the investigation. As the Captain of the Security Corps, she feels that it's her duty to defend Jubilife Village from any threat so she wants to look into the rumours about this supposed witch so she can come up with a plan to defend the village from them if she needs to.

Current objective: Investigate the rumours in Jubilife Village (I'm using these quest objectives as a way to break up the giant wall of text. I can't remeember if the quest objective does update as you progress because I haven't played in months but whatever)

So Zisu tags along with the player and they start asking around Jubilife Village about the witch to gain more insight into the rumours. Several people recount different bits of information, but the most damning evidence is a tale from one farmer in particular who tells them a story about how one night when he was working in the fields, a big hole opened up in the sky, and what came out of it was this inhumanly pale woman with glowing eyes that spoke in a language he didn't understand. The farmer had the everloving crap scared out of him because he was convinced that this woman was an evil being that emerged from the underworld (a kid friendly way of saying that he thought it was a demon from hell) so he gathered some of the other villagers and they chased the witch off into Necro Forest.

Zisu is excited because "Sweet! Now we have enough evidence! Let's go investigate that forest then!"

Current objective: Head to the Necro Forest, north of the Obsidian Fieldands

What happens next is an escort mission where the player has to take Zisu across the Obsidian Fieldlands by fending off any wild Pokémon to a new area unlocked exclusively by this quest called the Necro Forest (Eterna Forest in the modern day) which is filled with Ghost Types. The background music is the Night Time Field theme no matter what time of day it is, or maybe a remix of the Old Chateau theme.

Later the Miss Fortune Bandits are encountered in the Necro Forest and they're running for their lives as they crash into Akari Barry Style (Charm dragging a paralysed Coin behind her). Charm is immediately aggressive but resists the temptation to battle Akari, especially because she's accompanied by the head of the Security Corps. Zisu asks what happened to Coin, and Clover freaks out about a witch in the woods that casted a lightning spell on Coin.

Akari wants to help Coin but the other two bandits are vehemently opposed to accepting help from some "Galaxy grunts." So Zisu purposefully drops a Cheri Berry on the ground and is like "Oh noooo, I dropped my berry! It would be a shame if it got stolen by bandits!" and Clover begrudgingly "steals" it, and the flee the scene, saying that you'd have to be stupid to go after the witch.

Eventually the Player and Zisu reach the cave which is supposedly the witch's home and at first Zisu doesn't want to go in because she's been pretty spooked the whole time in the forest, then she tries to play it off like she's not scared at all "What? I'm not f-f-frightened or anything! Let's just go!" then she dashes into the cave.

Current objective: Explore the Necro Cavern!

There is no cave in modern day Eterna Forest. The idea is that the land was dug into and smoothed out in order to build the Old Chateau on top of it. Its a small cave with a suspicious lack of Pokémon inside. The music is the cave theme that only appeared in the cave with the torches that you pass though with Ingo. I dunno, I just think that theme should have played in more than one location.

At the end of the cave, they discover an open chamber filled with signs that it's been lived in, such as scraps of food and clothing lying everywhere as well as a makeshift bed on the floor. Zisu finds the stolen merchandise in the far end of the chamber and runs towards it, while the player notices some weird looking metal things lying in the corner. Zisu comes screaming in the opposite direction "IT'S HER! IT'S THE WITCH!" and immediately uses the player as a human shield. The player turns to see a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness, orange pupils with silvery blue irises. As well as the eyes, she has weirdly pale blue skin and she's wearing a stolen dark green torn cloak over some sort of dirty grey and blue futuristic clothing. Her hair is an absolute mess, riddled with sticks and leaves and she has sun burns all over her face.

All in all, she does look like some sort of evil forest witch, and she's started to freak out about the intruders, showing a particularly negative reaction to Zisu in particular and Akari gets dragged into a Pokémon battle. The witch sends out a Poipole aka a Pokémon that no-one in Hisui has ever seen before, and honestly if the player has any Psychic or Ground Types it gets defeated very easily.

After the battle, the witch is still freaking out, but now she just seems more terrified and upset. She quickly grabs a stick and starts brandishing it at Zisu, trying to scare her off. Zisu squeals like a little girl because she thinks the witch is waving some sort of magic wand at them but Akari puts herself between her and the witch and tries to diffuse the situation.

Nothing seems to be working until Akari has the idea to show her the Otherworldly Charm in case it belongs to her because the charm resembles the other strange metallic objects in the cave.

Akari holds the charm out as a peace offering and the woman recognising the charm, hurriedly snatches it out of the Akari's hands and backs away again. It finally hits Zisu that she's not a witch at all, just a really strange looking desperate woman.

The witch calms down a little because now she knows they're not a threat since they're not attacking her and the Player was kind enough to give her the charm back, but she's still really uneasy.

Zisu tries to ask her who she is and what she's doing here, but she doesn't understand a single thing she's saying. The woman shakes her head and tries to respond and it becomes very clear that the woman doesn't speak the Hisuian language at all and Zisu doesn't recognize the language she speaks either.

Zisu is perplexed at how they're supposed to help her when there's a language barrier, but she decides that at least they should tell her their names and try to get across that they want to help her in some way.

Zisu points at herself and says "Zisu", then she points at the player and says "Akari" (or whatever name you picked for your player) and the woman is confused at first, but then she catches on to what she's trying to say, so she points at herself and says "Hijiki."

Hijiki frowns for a moment until she suddenly decides to do charades to try to communicate with them. She mimes writing in a notepad and Zisu grabs a pen and a notepad from her bag and hands it to her.

Hijiki finds it way easier to communicate with drawings so after a while she flips the notepad over again to show them.

The first drawing is an image of a sad face and some strange device that has smoke coming out of it. Zisu is confused and Hijiki gets frustrated and points at the pile of metal objects. She walks over and grabs a small device from the pile and Zisu acknowledges that it even though she has no idea what it is, it looks very broken.

The second image is a crude drawing of several Pokémon: Luxray, Raichu, Electabuzz and Jolteon, surrounded by lightning bolts.

The third image is of lightning striking the device, making it look shiny and new, with a picture of a smiley face beside it.

Zisu is still confused but she deduces that Hijiki needs the Pokémon in the image to fix whatever her strange device is. The idea is that she needs electricity to charge her device again and it's up to the player to go out and catch these Pokémon and bring them back to her. Zisu decides to stay with Hijiki DEFINITELY not because she doesn't want to go back into the forest again, no sirree, she has to protect Hijiki and although Hijiki doesn't want her to stay with her, it's not like she can speak up and object so she just stays silent and anxious.

Current Objective: Catch the Pokémon from Hijiki's drawings and bring them back to her.

One catching quest later, the Player gives Hijiki the Pokémon and she starts tinkering on her device with whatever tools she has on her. The Pokémon strike her device with lightning and when she's finished, she attaches the device to her belt and has a distinctly relieved look on her face.

The device gets switched on and immediately Hijiki starts to speak English (well, the text is English, but in universe she's speaking whatever language the Hisuians speak), much to Zisu's shock. The device she fixed was a universal translator and she's so glad that she can finally explain herself she doesn't have to keep producing those terrible drawings with her embarrassing lack of art skills.

And with that, the truth finally comes out and the mystery is solved. Hijiki explains that she's from another dimension called Ultra Megalopolis and she and her Poipole fell into this dimension through an Ultra Wormhole. She lost most of her memories and woke up scared and alone in the Obsidian Fields, having no idea where she was. When she spotted civilisation, she tried to get help but because of her appearance and the language barrier, she got chased off and fled for her life into the Necro Forest. Because of how badly the first contact went, she assumed that the inhabitants of this world were extremely hostile, (hence why she attacked them on site) so she created a shelter for herself inside a cave to hide from them.

She then explains that there is no natural light in her world, so it was impossible for her to travel outside of the cave during the day because she got blinded and burned by the harsh sunlight. All she has is the clothes on her back and a few gadgets and tools that were in her backpack, so in order to survive she had no choice but to ambush passing merchants venture into Jubilife Village at night when it was dark and where no one could see her so she could steal supplies for herself.

She's very sorry that she had to steal from the Ginkgo Guild because stealing is a crime in her world as well. She didn't mean to scare anyone and she really wishes she didn't have to live in the wild anymore but she's too afraid of being attacked by the villagers again to try to ask for help.

Zisu is very shocked and saddened by Hijiki's story, and after a few moments be asks her if she wants her to escort her back to Jubilife Village. Hijiki doesn't want to because she'll get attacked, but then Zisu says "No you won't! I'm the Captain of the Security Corps. Everyone trusts me to keep the village safe, so if I say that something is not a threat, they'll listen to what o have to say, so I'll clear up the misunderstanding for you!"

Hijiki is still sceptical. She finds it hard to believe that the villagers will accept her just like that, so Zisu sighs and says "Maybe we should report to Commander Kamado about the situation, and give the village a heads up first?" 

Hijiki thinks that's fair enough. She's willing to wait in her cave for the Akari and Zisu to come back for her.

Current objective: Report back to Captain Kamado!

Zisu and Akari have a meeting with Ginter, and Commander Kamado to discuss their findings. Firstly Zisu reassures Kamado that there's no threat to the village. The witch of the woods was really a faller from another world like Akari and Warden Ingo and one of the Pearl Clan's Wardens. She was driven to stealing for survival after the villagers attacked her and drove her away even though she was lost and confused, and most likely in pain from the suburns.

Kamado is incredulous when Zisu tries to argue that they should take her in. Kamado is against inviting Hijiki to stay in the village. Akari is already on thin ice about being allowed to stay and the villagers only tolerate her because she's been busy quelling the frenzied nobles and slowly earning their trust. To invite someone who's KNOWN TO BE A WITCH would be disastrous. Zisu insists that Hijiki isn't magical, she just has some gizmos from her world that haven't been invented in this world so they only seem like magic. She tries bringing up the Pokéball, it looks like magic too but it's really just an ordinary object.

But Kamado is firm in his decision, even if Hijiki does have technology that seems like magic, what if she were to use her technology against the village? And some of the most superstitious villagers wouldn't accept that she's not dangerous and would still consider her to be a bad omen. Letting Hijiki stay would be too much of a risk.

Zisu is worried and disappointed. Even though she was one of the people who was terrified of the forest witch, now that she's discovered that she's actually an innocent person who's suffering hard, she feels absolutely horrible that they can't do anything help her. Zisu decides that they should at least head back to Hijiki's shelter and tell her what Kamado said. Maybe they could formulate a different plan, maybe the Diamond Clan or Pearl Clan could take her in instead?

Akari and Zisu return to the shelter to find it completely ransacked and Hijiki is nowhere to be found. Zisu finds a ransom note among the rocks. Turns out that the Miss Fortune Sisters had been spying on them ever since they bumped into them. After they found out that Hijiki wasn't really a witch, they wanted to take revenge on her for attacking Coin, so they kidnapped her and stole all her technology. Seeing an opportunity to spite Akari as well, they wrote on the ransom note that they took Hijiki further north to the Alabaster Icelands. If she wants to get Hijiki back she has to go the ice caverns in the Bonechill Wastes.

Zisu is outraged, but warns Akari that it's most definitely a trap. The Miss Fortune Sisters are most likely using Hijiki as bait to lure her into an ambush far away from where she can get help, and they're probably intending to leave her to die in the frozen wastes. But Akari wants to go save Hijiki anyway so Zisu decides to head back to the village to rally some of the Security Corps as backup and tells Akari that she'll meet her in the Icelands.

Current objective: Chase after the Miss Fortune Sisters!

Meanwhile, Hijiki has been thrown into the the ice pit in the Bonechill Wastes and the Miss Fortune Sisters are currently occupied. Clover is whining about how cold it is as Charm and Coin go through Hijiki's belongings.

She had things like her taser, an aura scanner, a GPS, an Ultra Smartphone etc but they can't figure out how any of them work or what they're used for. Clover is whining about all the effort they put in ended up being for nothing because everything "the witch" has is useless junk, but Charm snaps at her. At least they might be able to sell this overworldly technology on the black market after all. Coin isn't convinced. Who would buy useless garbage that don't work?

Coin starts threatening Hijiki into telling them how to use her gadgets, or else she'll sicc Toxicroak on her, but there's just a slight hiccup. Hijiki is unable to understand what they're saying because they took her translator away so all she does is stare blankly at them. All three of them are oblivious to the fact that Hijiki can't speak Hisuian at all, and that they all sound like nothing but enraged gibberish to her.

All this really does is piss them off. Clover starts yelling at her again, just completely exasperated and baffled. She's literally being held captive by bandits and tossed into an ice pit, probably freezing to death. How could she possibly feel so blasé about it????? Does she not realise the situation she's in right now??? Coin has had enough and decides to let Toxicroak attack Hijiki anyway. If they can't get any use out of her things, at least she'll be able to get payback for the "lightning strike"

At that moment, Akari shows up just in time. The Miss Fortune Sisters do their motto and start evil motive-ing about how THIS TIME for sure they'll win against Akari and leave her to perish in the ice forever. This time they're going to attack her with all three of their Pokémon at once instead of one at a time like the last few fights and overwhelm her with numbers.

Charm and Clover release their Pokémon and instead of joining in, Coin decides to sit it out. She tells the other two that she's still going to attack the witch with Toxicroak and that they could stall Akari long enough to let Toxicroak get enough hits in. Charm and Clover start arguing with her because that was NOT the plan, but Coin just tells them to shut up.

Charm and Clover go 3 Vs 1 as Toxicroak attacks Hijiki, with Charm substituting Toxicroak with her Rhydon. Akari beats them because of Main Character Plot Armour and Charm goes full villainous breakdown and just decides to attack Akari herself, but then out of nowhere, Hijiki's Poipole breaks out of it's Pokéball and glues the Bandits to a rock. Akari jumps down the ice pit to save Hijiki and you end up battling Toxicroak with Poipole instead of your Pokémon.

With the bandits finally defeated for good, the Security Corps show up to apprehend them. Akari stays with Hijiki who's in a really rough shape. She tried to avoid Toxicroak for as long as she could, but it eventually weared her down, and now she's lying unconscious at the bottom of the pit. Zisu immediately orders the two Medical Corps people to take Hijiki back to the village to get her medical attention. The medics are like "You want us to WHAT-" because that would involve taking THE WITCH TO THE VILLAGE, but Zisu yells at them again and they have no choice but to do what she says.

A day later

Scene transition to a day later and Akari is waiting in Kamado's office. There was quite a uproar in the village when the Security Corps returned with the famous Miss Fortune Sisters somehow stuck to a rock and near mass panic occured when the Med Corps rushed the rumoured witch of the woods to the hospital room in the Galactic Building. Professor Laventon runs in, very upset. He can't get any work done with the noise of that many people crowded around the entrance trying to catch a glimpse of the witch to see if she's really as terrifying as people say she is. Kamado informs him that he already sent Cyllene to get them to leave.

Pesselle arrives from the hospital room to give them an update on Hijiki's condition. They're currently treating her for Toxic poisoning, as well as suburns and eye damage. Pesselle is clearly shaken and explains that she's never seen anyone like Hijiki in her life, she's not even sure that she's human. For starters, her eyes are extremely unnatural looking and she's so deathly pale that her skin looks pale blue. Not to mention that she appears to have bioluminescent eyes and freckles.

She's willing to take Zisu's word that Hijiki is still a normal human from another world, but she wonders what kind of world would have people who are so obviously weakened by sunlight. Kamado thanks her for her help and Pesselle returns to her duties, not before telling her to bring this supposed witch to his office once she's recovered enough.

Professor Laventon talks to Akari about the strange purple Pokémon that was following Hijiki around because he's having trouble identifying what it is. Rei speculates that if the witch is from another world, then maybe the purple Pokémon is too. Laventon nearly explodes with excitement because they have the chance to document a Pokémon from another world! Maybe he could ask the witch if he could have a look at it, which is something he immediately goes to do. Rei runs after him in a panic.

Zisu enters with Ginter. Ginter confirms that they managed to get back some of the things Hijiki stole from the Ginkgo Guild, though obviously things like food couldn't be recovered. Zisu asks if he wants to press any charges, and Ginter considers for a moment before ultimately deciding not to. From the sound of things, Hijiki went through a lot and he would feel terrible if he added to her suffering. Zisu regretfully tells them that the Miss Fortune Sisters got away. After they were freed from the glue, they used a smoke bomb and escaped in the confusion, though she thinks that hopefully the bandits would think twice about confronting Akari again.

A while later, Pesselle brings Hijiki up to Kamado's office and the poor woman is shaking like a leaf, half from because she's still weak and the other half because she's obviously terrified of Kamado. In a scene echoing Akari's first meeting with Kamado, he stares Hijiki down and she loses her nerve instantly, backing away and hiding behind Akari. Pesselle scolds Kamado because this is clearly no way to treat a patient, but he reminds her that this is an outsider he's dealing with, and he must test her by having her face him in combat like he did with Akari.

Hijiki stammers and tries to say that she has no idea how to do that "creature combat thing" that Akari and the bandits did and Kamado clarifies by saying he meant PHYSICAL combat, not a Pokémon battle. Hijiki freaks out because she'd just die if she did that. Kamado retaliates by saying that surely someone who is capable of survived in the wilds and ambushing Ginkgo merchants MUST be able to fight, and if she wants to prove herself, she has to.

Hijiki takes a deep breath and just edges close to him, hesitating to even touch him AAAAAND Kamado throws her. Cut to black with a CRASH! text box and fade back in to see Hijiki flat out unconscious on the floor again. Cue Pesselle totally ripping him a new one, yelling at him about how that was totally unnecessary, why does he always have to do this, has he no shame, as text box after text box hits the screen going by too fast for the player to read.

Zisu helps Hijiki to her feet but she's distressed because Kamado managed to dislodge her translator from her belt so she doesn't understand him when he says that someone so cowardly and unwilling to fight clearly isn't a threat to anyone. Hijiki quickly retrieves her device and turns back to Kamado, saying

Hijiki: "I'm very sorry, my translator fell off. I don't speak in whatever language this is so I couldn't understand any of that. Could you please repeat what you said, sir?"

Zisu: "He said that someone so cowardly and unwilling to fight clearly isn't a threat to anyone."

Hijiki: "Oh…"

Kamado then says that if she wants to stay in Jubilife Village she has to be able to contribute to society, so what skills does she have? Hijiki thinks for a moment because she can't remember much but she does have a vague idea of what her old job. She remembers that she was probably a Poipole handler which is why she has one with her, and she was one of the people tasked with taking care of them as they were typically adopted as companions or to help with construction because of their glue (kinda a Zookeeper/animal shelter worker kind of deal)

Pesselle speaks up and says that it kind of reminds her of the people who look after the Pokémon in the village's pastures. Kamado turns away, thinking about it. He would half to discuss it with Zisu because that falls under the Security Corps jurisdiction. Zisu barges in like "DID SOMEONE SAY SECURITY CORPS?" at that moment and startles everyone. She's 100% on board with letting Hijiki help at the pastures.

Hijiki interrupts, unfortunately she can't work during the day because the sun is straight up harmful to her so she doesn't know how useful she could be. Zisu turns to her and proposes that she'll give her a lodge in exchange for her services at the pasture on the night shift. They're needing more people who can stay up all anyway.

Hijiki is stunned. They wouldn't really do that for her, would they? One encouraging grin from Zisu is all she needs to accept the offer and become a full fledged member of the Security Corps.

Catching Poipole

Hijiki thanks the player for everything, and as a reward for completing the sidequest, she gives the player her Poipole because she feels that the player would be better at taking care of it in this new world…. If she can catch it that is.

Catching Poipole plays out like a Legendary Pokémon battle like how you catch Enamourus. As in, it flies around attacking you with poison blasts and you have to stun it before you can throw a Pokémon to battle it.

After this, Hijiki just becomes an ordinary NPC that you can talk to near the pastures (though she can only be encountered at night.) Her appearance changes, as she's now in the Security Corps uniform instead of her Ultra Space/ cloak get up.

As a little easter egg, you can have a rematch with her and she battles you with the Pokémon you gave her in the sidequest. She excitedly explains that Zisu taught her how to partake in "creature combat".

Her dialogue is mostly showing amazement at how cool everything is in Hisui and how she really wishes she could go out and investigate everything like the Ultra Recon Squad. She realises that Akari wouldn't know who the Ultra Recon Squad is and she explains that they're basically her world's equivalent of the Galaxy Team.

She's heard of the legends about Hisui from Rei and is just as intrigued by them as he is. Though her main complaint is that Hisui is a little… behind, technological wise. Though she expresses interest in the player's Arc Phone as it seems a little out of place in this world…

Since the quest is available during the post game, she talks about how scared she was when "the sky turned red and green" (aka that part of the game when the Player is banished from the village and the sky distorts. She remarks that thought that the Blinding One had escaped from the Tower and drained Hisui of it's light, but apparently it was something else. She figures she shouldn't worry about it since it's not this century's problem anyway. The Tower isn't predicted to break down for another two hundred years anyway (Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon Necrozma foreshadowing!)

Ultimately she doesn't affect the story in any way and her sidequest is completely optional, but it is required if you want to be able to catch Ultra Beasts.

Sidequest: ??? The Beasts from Beyond

To trigger the next quest, you have to enter a Space-time Distortion. The next day, Melli barges in to the Galaxy Team headquarters demanding to speak to someone, ANYONE. He claims that he was minding his business, in the Coronet Highlands when all of a sudden a pile of bricks just up and attacked him! They completely ruined his day and scared Lord Electrode and he demands that someone does something about it! Nobody takes him seriously and Rei just thinks he's gone nuts.

But the next day, Warden Palina shows up, looking really worried. A strange pure white Tentacruel creature showed up in the Coastlands and has been behaving aggressively towards anything that approaches it, and even the Alphas won't go near it. Cyllene calls Akari into her office because she's been getting continuous reports of strange monsters being sighted across all of Hisui that apparently emerged from the space-time distortions.

Hijiki runs in, and quickly excuses herself for interrupting. She's really panicked because she heard from the villagers that Hisui is being invaded by monsters that sound suspiciously Ultra Beasts. She volunteers to help because they're creatures from her homeworld so at the very least she's familiar with them and knows what to expect if Akari goes out and attempts to catch them.

To learn about where to catch the Ultra Beasts, you have to talk to Hijiki. She's heard rumours of monsters and such from the people who visit the pastures to see the Pokémon and she thinks she knows exactly what the monsters really are. She has dialogue talking about each Ultra Beast and a hint as to where it's found.

"There's a ghostly figure floating around the Deadwood Haunt. I don't know much about spirits but it sounds an awful lot like Nihilego. It would float around like a ghost, I think." (Deadwood Haunt, Cobalt Coastlands)

"I heard from someone in the Pearl Clan that an insect with huge muscles is challenging an Alpha Machamp to a flexing contest…. I don't understand, do Buzzwole normally behave like that…?" (Arena's Approach, Alabaster Icelands)

"There's a Pheromosa going wild in the bog. What terrible luck to fall into a wormhole and end up in a place so muddy. It hates getting dirty." (Scarlet Bog, Crimson Mirelands)

"That rude man can't catch a break. Apparently his Electrode is being bothered by a Xurkitree that's trying to eat it's electricity… " (Moonview Arena, Coronet Highlands)

"I've heard that a Celesteela has taken root near the Floaro Gardens. The soil there must be very fertile. It's a giant creature that blasts off like a rocket and- Wait, have rockets been invented here yet? Never mind." (Floaro Gardens, Obsidian Fieldlands)

"I've heard that a sharp creature that looks like paper has been cutting down trees in the Heartwoods. It's Kartana, I'm certain. That Lord Kleavor must be jealous of it's cutting edge sword techniques…" (The Heartwood, Obsidian Fieldlands)

"Oh, this is absolutely terrible! A huge monster is eating giant lumps of ice and snow in that tundra! Sounds very uncomfortable, chewing ice hurts my teeth… Oh wait, what was I saying? Yes! Guzzlord! You must stop it before it consumes everything in sight!" (Avalugg's Legacy, Alabaster Icelands)

"The creature that's that looks like a pile of bricks in must be Stakataka, I'm certain. Where did that unpleasant man say he encountered it? Must have been near some ruins?" (Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands)

"Um… What's a volcano anyway? I've never heard of such a thing… Apparently there's been the sounds of explosions coming from the volcano that's making people worried. I don't think the explosions are coming from the volcano itself, sounds more like a Blacephalon is causing them." (Firespit Island, Cobalt Coastlands)

To get Naganadel, talk to Hijiki. She'll explain that Poipole have been selectively bred to be unable to evolve by themselves. They must be taught a special move that lets them evolve that only experienced handlers know how to teach, because it's stronger form is too wild and dangerous for the average civilian to handle. She's seen Zisu teach Akari's Pokémon new moves and tells Akari that she needs to get Zisu to teach Poipole the move Dragon Pulse.

Other stuff

And that's everything I've got about Hijiki. If you haven't worked it out already, she's the ancestor of Zossie from the Ultra Recon Squad. Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon are kinda my favourite 3DS Pokémon games and there was a time when I was absolutely obsessed with the Ultra Recon Squad and I was so sure that they'd come back as an explanation for being able to catch Ultra Beasts in the post game of future Pokémon games that I felt ROBBED when they never showed up in the Crown Tundra.

So with the dawn of the idea of Hisuian Ancestors, I thought "Wouldn't it be cool if the ancestor of one of the Ultra Recon Squad fell into Hisui and got mistaken for a supernatural creature because the locals thought their technology was magic?" Because of how massively technologically advanced Ultra Megalopolis is, I figured that even if it was 200 years ago, it'd still be way more advanced than Hisui so anyone who fell through a wormhole would be in for a sort of time traveller-esque fish out of water scenario but without the time travel.

Hijiki is Zossie's great great great great great great great great (however many greats that can fit in 200 years) aunt. She can't be Zossie's great great grandmother because the grandmother has to stay in Ultra Megalopolis for Zossie to even exist at all.

The name of Necro Forest has a double meaning. As soon as you walk into it you think "Oh, Necro = Death because of the Ghost Types" but it's also the first foreshadowing that the ancestor is from Ultra Megalopolis. Who stole the light from Ultra Megalopolis? Necrozma.

If you're one of the 47 people who played USUM, you'd remember that the Ultra Recon Squad had to wear full protection against the sun, which Hijiki lacks, hence the sun burns.

Hijiki is scared of Zisu because she's been stealing from the Ginkgo Guild and she recognises that she's part of the village's law enforcement so she was afraid that she came to catch her and punish her for the thefts.

About the whole glowy eyes thing, that's a headcanon I have about how the inhabitants of Ultra Megalopolis have bioluminescent eyes. It's based off official art of the Ultra Recon Squad where Dulse's eyes appear to be glowing in the dark. What is canon is the whole thing where the Ultra Recon Squad has silver irises and pupils that match their hair colour. If you zoom into their concept art you can see it.

I picked the name Hijiki because it has the same seaweed theme naming that the individual members of the Ultra Recon Squad have. The seaweed she's named after has been part of the Japanese diet for centuries. (At least according to Wikipedia.)

But what was that "lightning magic?* It was just an ordinary taser. Hijiki just nonchalantly tased Coin. You can find the taser among Hijiki's other gadgets in the cave

Bonus: my thought process while reading over part of this:

"Ok, so Hijiki jumps Gingko merchants in the woods and mugs robs them. Wait... wasn't Volo a Ginkgo merchant---"

The result:

This post took me two years of procrastination to make-

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #pokémon oc #ultra recon squad #ultra recon squad zossie #pla oc #hisuian ancestor oc #hijiki #well not very good art but still #Behold my inability to draw humans #And my attempt at drawing Volo in the Family Guy Death Pose Meme #Hijiki be like: Woah this world sucks there's not even electricity #I imagine like 200 years later she's a ghost and she sees Zossie and is like WHAT THE FRICK??? FAMILY???? #I just really like the Ultra Recon Squad ok #By pure unfortunate coincidence Hijiki tased Volo like Three times. #He just kept getting robbed by her #Actually originally it was Volo who accompanied you for the sidequest because he wanted to investigate the supernatural #You can tell I started writing this before Legends Arceus came out because #a certain plot development KINDA made it impossible for Volo and the Player to be on friendly terms in the postgame #So I swapped to Zisu because I like her and wanted her to be more involved in stuff

[twistedhavoc]

My Ramshackle uniforms

Some extra notes about the uniforms:

☆ Most of my colour scheme came from the lounge in Ramshackle and the Ghost Camera. I wanted to have more de-saturated colours to give the uniforms a sort of old look.

☆ Besides the white and black torn bows which are directly taken from Grim's, I also wanted there to be a lot of stripes in the outfits because they would fit with Grim's bow.

☆ While the normal dorm members have the bow around their neck, the dorm leader has it around their top hat - They have a top hat like the ghosts that also live in Ramshackle.

☆ I added many Mickey heads into the design because Ramshackle is based on Mickey's house. I kinda wanted Ramshackle to be like Mickey's dorm.

☆ There are a couple torn things in the uniforms because the dorm's name is "Ramshackle" and that literally means something (especially a house or vehicle) in severe despair.

☆ The keys around the dorm leader's waist reference Crowley's keys. Since the members of the Ramshackle dorm are like Crowley's errand runners I wanted there to be some connection in their outfits.

☆ Most dorm leaders have a cape or something close to it and I didn't want Yu to be left out. It's more of a cape than anything since you just clip it around the neck - I hate wearing jackets or blazers with puffy sleeves so I didn't make it a jacket. Grim also has a matching one but without a tail. This was an accident but the tail of the Ramshackle dorm leader looks like the one Crowley has but reversed and without feathers.

☆ The dorm leader staff doesn't have a gem since Yu can't use magic, but it is extendable and is made of metal so if someone messes with them too much they can just whack them unconscious. The end of the staff also has a taser which is controlled by a button on the staff so Yu can defend themselves.

☆ ^ The staff can also hold lanterns with Mickey's ear. I added this because Yu is like the "guide" for NRC, especially with how they help the overblot guys.

☆ The dorm members' uniforms are just simpler versions of the dorm leaders.

#Everyone: Why are there so many mouse heads? Are they a reference to something?? #Yu and Cass: Don't worry 'bout it #so many mickey heads #Yu can now tase then whack whoever messes with them #twsited wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #twst #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart #ramshackle #ramshackle dorm #dorm outfit #dorm uniform #fashion #notes #sketch #outfit notes #This was just a rough sketch of the uniforms #i'll maybe do a fully rendered version #sometime #maybe #twistedspellbook.yukka #twistedspellbook.cassandra

[askthehacker]

It was affectionate biting :(

i dont care

#get tased cabron #tf2 #team fortress 2 #ask #tf2 askblog #tf2 oc #hacker answers

[gritsandbrits]

Tfw you end up being the worst disney villain AND gets ur ass handed by a pink tow truck and her hillbilly uncle

#sir miles #miles axelrod #cars 2 #cars oc #pixar cars #meme #oc: alma mater #oc x canon #HE GETS HIS ASS TASED IN FRONT OF THE KING*

[as8bakwthesage]

I made Blitzwing blasian, how many people will I piss off with this i wonder

I’m so very proud of this art and I’m falling back in love with my favourite hetero ship again.

I had “Sway” covered by Annapantsu in the background during this. It’s their perfect theme song, fyi

I’m gonna gush about my OC/Canon ship right now so beware lol

These two are probably my favourite OC/Canon relationship I’ve ever written because just all the fluff and softness and also forbidden love but not ridiculous enemies to lovers shit, nah, actual forbidden love where the characters have exterior reasons for why they are unable to be together, but then of course eventually do

Also Cecile? I’m sorry, but I’m very proud of Cecile. She went from being a blind stereotype to actually being a compelling and interesting character who is not purely defined by her disabilities. She falls in love, but it doesn’t fix her problems, and she ends up going through a lot before she can have her happy ending.

I also really love how I characterise Blitzwing because they’re doing what they think is right in following Megatron before realising that Megatron had doomed the Decepticons from the start when he screwed over Naydia (fanfic shit just go with it) and as a result, Blitzwing gets to observe more of the life on Earth.

I’ve always found Blitzwing’s natural curiosity for the organic life on Earth to be interesting because never in the show does he express disgust at humans (with the exception of in Soundwave’s dream which was a concoction for the Autobots and it was only Random making a joke about how the Autobots clearly didn’t turn into humans for the fashion sense, whatever that means.)

I feel like, had we had gotten a season 4, and mind you this was the trajectory the writers wanted to go with, we would have seen some more in-depth examinations of Autobot and Decepticon societies and have clearly shown depth to the cons who rejected Megatron and are now trying to kill him.

And as a result, this is where my fic comes in where it’s the oppressed not being shown as evil monsters. And Blitzwing fits into this mold for me perfectly. Did I make a lot of characterisation up purely so I can be able to comfortably ship my OC with him? Partly, yes, but a lot of it is based in the actual show.

aNYWAY, I LOVE MY BIRACIAL CHARACTER OKAY LEMME HAVE MY BIRACIAL BOY! HE IS PLAYED BY A BLACK ACTOR SO SUCK MY DI-

#tfa #transformers animated #maccadam #tfa blitzwing #blitzwing #tfa fanart #humanized blitzwing #transformers humanization #tfa oc #original character #cecile rousseau #blitzwing x cecile #blitzwing x oc #art #my art #i swear to god if i see any racist tf fans in my shit #i will tase you #blasian blitzwing #yep making that a tag incase people draw him blasian in the future

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 10 of Whumptober 2022: Taser

Day 10 of Whumptober 2022!

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

This is a completely separate AU from all the other fics. In this one the characters mentioned below are a highly suspicious but always innocant taxidermist (Victor) and a new police officer (Ludwig) who at first thinks he has to be a serial killer of some kind but gradually learns that he is just a weirdo... whose dark and supernatural secret has nothing to do with anything a normal person such as Ludwig might think of. The two of them live in the most classical of towns in the middle of nowhere.

Victor is my human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class) from a long-running DnD adventure.

Ludwig Richter is a tiefling and a former gravedigger turned archeologist who wields a rifle and a battle shovel named Charon that I play in a TTRPG.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42293715 (AO3 link)

Taser

“Last chance to back out, my dear.”

Victor has finished attaching two taser probes to his adventurous police officer friend, so he takes a step back to evaluate their surroundings one last time to ensure Ludwig’s safety. Nothing to crack his head on if he decides to fall and Victor is unable to catch him.

He had to clean out half the basement of his taxidermy store for this little experiment. But he has never personally seen anyone get tased so he is quite excited. He is quite glad that his friend has decided to try this and flattered that he was chosen as the one to do it to him.

“No. Let’s do this.” Ludwig takes a deep breath and cracks his fingers nervously. “On three?”

“Okay… Get ready… One. Two. Three!”

Ludwig tenses up but nothing happens. He begins to relax, ready to ask Victor if something is wrong, when it finally hits him.

He has never felt a stronger urge to scream in his life. He feels like someone ran him through with two burning spears and now his very bones are on fire. He hates his past self for bringing this upon him.

After a few seconds the pain suddenly stops and Victor rushes in just in time for when his knees buckle.

“Got you.” Victor grins, practically dragging his limp body to a large red leather couch. “Here you go, Ludwig, dear. How are you feeling? Did you enjoy the ride?”

Ludwig glares at him as his brain slowly regains control over his body.

“Better now. Thank you.” He says after finally sitting upright on his own. “And no, I hated it. But… I did sign up for it.”

“You did, in fact, do that. I hope it was as enriching as you wanted it to be.”

“Definitely…”

Ludwig sighs, changing position to a more comfortable one. He feels like he has been through the most intense work-out of his life.

“Wanna do it again for some extra enrichment?” Victor shines him one his brightest smiles.

“Never. If I can avoid it.”

Victor gets up from the couch after making sure he is alright.

“Would you like anything?” He asks, opening a mini fridge on the other side of the room.

Ludwig is about to ask for a glass of anything really, but his eyes stop a bunch of small containers with something meaty inside that make up more that half of the fridge. Victor does work with a lot of animal bodies so it makes total sense that he keeps some for future meals but something in the back of Ludwig’s mind is screaming at him to bring all of it to the lab to check just in case.

“Water… would be fine.” He finally says.

Being not-suspicious of Victor is a tough skill to learn but he is getting better at it.

#whump #whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.10 #tased #oc #modern supernatural au #of a fantasy thing

[samwise1548]

Redraw of an old character (top 2022, bottom 2020)

Her name's No Body and she runs a magic convenience store with her sister called (ironically) The All Seeing Eye. I swear I made her years before I started tma lol

#i think she was the first non-pony oc i made #its been a long while since i last drew her #she was great but she really needed therapy lol #tase #the all seeing eye #redraw #my oc #my art

[emotionally-charged-arson]

Old doodle but it’s safe to assume Henry also got a wife at some point right-

I’ve made like fifteen full fledged Transitus OCs at this point somebody tase me

#ayreon #transitus #her name is Jane and she’s an asshole #and I love her and she’s an incredibly difficult character to write #wife of someone whose entire arc/ outlook on life is that human life has no meaning #but the fact that they have this in common endears them to each other in itself #you gotta respect the hustle though #girl is 23 and knows exactly what she’s doing marrying the aging human money printer #art #digital art #fanfiction

[ambazaar]

The Bitter Tase of Hibiscus 🌺

Shanks x oc

Synopsis: Tessa, due to a complicated past, has an opinion about pirates. An opinion that's become a bit muddled since he came to the village for the first time. It's all inconvenient, really. Falling in love.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Use, Fluff (may be subject to change)

A/N: I've barely read or seen ANY of the manga or anime so pls don't mrder me about inaccuracies. Im in love with OPLA Shanks and needed to get my frustrations out in writing. So have a fun, angsty short story filled with fluffy goodness. Will be updating as I can.

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Tessa could tally the number of times he'd cast his gaze on her with two hands. The occasions he had spoken to her directly were even scarcer, a mere handful. And once, just once, amidst the jubilant atmosphere inside Party's Bar, as she set a tray of drinks at his table, he unexpectedly reached out and gently squeezed her hand, wordlessly expressing his gratitude with a smile and a nod before diverting his attention back to his comrades. It had only been for a moment, but it was enough to make the world around her just a bit blurrier. She remembered standing at the bar counter after everyone had left, ghosting her fingers over her hand where his touch left a tingling sensation that still remained. Tessa had known him only a few months altogether and yet in her heart she knew she had fallen utterly and completely in love with Red-Haired Shanks.

Makino, Tessa's dearest friend, teased her relentlessly about it. She knew full well the only reason Tessa picked up extra work at Party's was in hope that she'd catch glimpses of Shanks walking back and forth from the docks, despite never putting any effort to actually engage with him. With a playful glare, Makino warned Tessa, "If you ever vanish off on romantic escapades and leave me to single-handedly manage this place, I'll never forgive you."

Tessa seemed appalled by the very idea. "You know I could never," She assured her friend, "Not even for someone as alluring as Red-Haired Shanks. Windmill Village is where I belong." And Tessa tried every day to prove to Makino that she meant it, but whenever the pirate captain sauntered into the shade of their roof, Tessa's heart ached.

But, Tessa was not the only one who admired Red-Haired Shanks so fervently. Luffy, a young boy whom she and Makino had watched over for most of his life, was perhaps even more spellbound by the captain’s presence than she was. The young boy looked up to him, trailing behind Shanks with unwavering enthusiasm at every opportunity he could. And contrary to Tessa’s initial expectations of him, having known him only by reputation, Shanks consistently exhibited an astonishing level of patience and kindness when it came to Luffy, though perhaps occationally poking fun at the lads urgency to join his crew.

In fact, Tessa's infatuation with Shanks began the first time she saw him and the young boy interact. Each time after simply added to the depths of her affections. She lingered on her duties at Party's, completely engrossed in the tales he wove for Luffy and the other attendees, painting vivid pictures of sea monsters and nefarious villains. She adored the way Luffy hung onto his every word, understanding wholeheartedly how captivating his stories could be. And when he laughed, his voice bolstered above all others without a care in the world how many eyes fell on him.

When the pirates were away, she would catch Luffy swinging wooden swords at Makino's barstools, shouting at invisible foes and claiming himself a pirate. “If you break anything, I’m adding it to your Treasure Tab,” Tessa would say, a running joke between her and Makino and him. 

“I’m good for it,” Luffy always reassured her, exclaiming that one day he would be the mightiest pirate captain, with enough gold to keep Party's open forever. He truly was the sweetest lad she knew, with a determination that would shake the foundation of Mount Colubo one day, she was sure of it. 

Though, in part, Luffy’s enthusiasm to become a notorious pirate did bring about a cloud of worry over Tessa and she felt comfortable enough in Makino's discretion to share these troubles with her, but only during times when the Red-Haired Pirates were out at sea and their influence over the young boy held less weight. In addition, the grip Shanks’ presence held over her heart was also loosened by his absence and she felt more inclined to talk about him without sounding entirely like a love-sick fool. 

But Makino knew Shanks far better than Tessa did. More accurately, Makino knew everyone better than Tessa did. Even Luffy. She knew how to talk to people in a way that entranced Tessa. And if she trusted someone, there wasn't a soul living or dead who could sway her loyalty to them.  

“He may be a pirate, Tess, but you can take my word for it: Shanks is a good man," she told the older woman, on more than one occasion. 

When they'd both stayed up past the wee hours of the early morning recovering Party's from the previous evening, Makino felt especially daring in her tired haze and asked Tessa, "Would you love him if he weren't?" 

Tessa nearly dropped the glass in her hands and snapped around to glare at her friend, her amber eyes practically ablaze. “I do not love him, Makino. Don’t be ridiculous,” she scorned, turning away immediately to hide the color washing the pale from her face. “It’s just an infatuation. Nothing more," she said, scrubbing the glass dry a little more aggressively. "One day, Shanks and his crew will come to this island for the last time. They'll have their last drinks, tell their last tales under this roof - and then they'll leave." 

Makino stared at the back of Tessa's head, the laughter in her lungs knocked from her breath when she heard the shake in the other woman's voice. 

Blood surged back into Tessa's knuckles as she loosened her grip on the bar rag. She set the cup on the counter and let out a shuddering sigh. Quietly she added, "Like all pirates do," and placed the glass beside the others before reaching for the next.

The tension in Makino's shoulders faded in the silence that followed. She sighed in a 'knowing' sort of way and suddenly wrapped her arms around Tessa's neck, taking her by surprise. Makino brushed her thumb back and forth over her friend's shoulder as she trembled beneath her weight. Neither of them spoke for a while. 

They both watched from their place behind the bar as soft waves cascaded against the sturdy docks, causing the fishing boats to sway and bob in place. The darkness that cloaked the sky was already fading into a gradient of deep purples, then shifting to an array of pinks and reds as the sun climbed higher toward the horizon. 

When the first rays finally hit the water, reflecting its warmth to caress their faces, Makino breathed a heavy sigh into the softs curls of Tessa's auburn hair, her sad smile hidden from view. "You and me, Tess, we're all each other needs, ey?" She said, finally.

Tessa's lips trembled. She closed her eyes and desperately reached for the other woman's wrist. "Of course, Kino," she agreed, leaning back into her.

Makino squeezed her arms around her just a bit tighter and then loosened them completely, stepping away to pick up the rag she'd abandoned. "You've always been a terrible liar," she chuckled. 

Tessa spun on her heel with a mind to assure Makino she'd meant it, but there was a sound on the distant waves that trapped the words in the back of her throat. The faint, haunting chime of a bell echoed through the air, resonating  four, five, six times. And then, silence.

Makino only looked back when the other woman let out a quiet gasp, but Tessa's gaze had already moved to the distant horizon, her eyes locked onto a shape materializing from the early morning fog. A ship, by the looks of it. Makino sighed, knowing very well there would be no sleep for her now. She could pay Luffy to run ahead to the traders and that would certainly give her time to prepare for visiters. "Get some rest, Tess. If they plan to stay, I'll need you for the evening rush," she said in her hurry.

But Tessa remained, her heart pounding against her ribs as she watched the ship come to port.

A ship with a dragon figurehead.  

Shanks.

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Part 2

#opla #one piece live action #opla shanks #red haired shanks #live action shanks #live action luffy #opla luffy #monkey d. luffy #shanks x reader #opla shanks x reader #reader insert

[silverystormwing]

reference sheet for 'em! Img ID in alt text. ask if you've got questions! i am happy to ramble

this went up a day or so early on patreon / kofi!

Going Name: Tase Full name: Taliesin Archibald Airi (use at own risk) Pronouns: any Height: 6’10 Voice: deep & smooth Ability: Minor Shapeshifting Occupation: Henchman

Charismatic | Canny | Private | Solitary | Observant | Loud | Reserved

Tase has an almost magnetic presence to them. She always manages to be the center of attention in a room, and is very good at reading people and phrasing things accordingly. However, even talking for a while, xe doesn't reveal much about their personal life, private thoughts and feelings, keeping everything close to their vest.

Even to the people that know xem well, ae often needs to be coaxed into admitting whether or not she's doing okay. Part of it is that Tase is used to doing things alone. It's both been beneficial and has gotten them into extensive trouble, but ae prefers to find a solution on her own before turning to others to help, much to the annoyance of everyone around him.

It's very hard to rile them up. Even though their 'indoor voice' is what most would consider more than a little loud, he is very good at keeping calm in stressful situations, and has very few buttons to press to make him genuinely angry or upset. It's not when she's being loud that you should worry; it's when she's talking quietly in a smooth voice like a freshly sharpened knife.

Scar ref & back view below the cut! It does feature top nudity.

(I've given up on trying to figure out who needs covering up or not. and I'm lazy. and I want to show of the scars that had me going ???? at colors for a bit.)

feat. the body hair that I hand-did during an anxiety-fueled kick

img ID in alt text!

lots of scars :) has not lived an easy or quiet life.

#art #my art #original character #oc #character design #character art #character reference #digital art #clip studio paint #human character #working on a max scale ref for them but it's a lot of scales and I value my wrists #oc: tase

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part four

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one, part two, and part three or just the masterlist. enjoy!

Amelie sits in between Sam and Tara as they look down at the photos on the table. Gory pictures of the crime scene with the bodies of Jason and Greg and the bloody picture of Sam’s license on the floor. The three girls haven’t made a noise since they were put into the investigation room, all too exhausted and drained from the attack that just took place. Amelie sits in her clothes that have started to become sticky with blood and feels like throwing up. She wasn’t able to throw her clothes away just yet since they have literal human blood on them and because she doesn’t have a spare with her. They also needed to take a photo of her clothes for evidence. She just couldn’t wait until she could go home, strip off her clothes and scrub the blood off her skin until a new layer is revealed. They let her wash up her hands and arms, at least, so there wasn’t any blood or glass stuck on her hands.

Soon enough Detective Bailey comes into the room and closes the door behind him. In his hand lays an evidence bag with a Ghostface mask where he lets the girls know that it was found next to the bodies at the apartment crime scene. “DNA says that it belongs to somebody named Richie Kirisch. Does it ring a bell?”

“We’re familiar with him,” Sam replies. She stares at the mask before looking away. All too familiar with him, actually. 

“The one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara noticed when she saw the mask in the bag. The detective looks confused at this. “It was kind of more beat up, like it was older.”

“Ah, I gotta ask, do you have alibis for earlier tonight?” Detective Bailey jumps into his next set of questions. So, one by one the three girls state where they were at.

“I was at a party with my friends,” says Tara.

“I was also at said party with our friends,” Amelie says next.

“I was at my therapists. I can give you his information, you can call to check if you want,” Sam says last. “And then I met these two at that party. Where I tased someone.”

Detective Bailey looks concerned. Interesting piece of information to tell the police, Amelie thinks, but at least she was being honest.

“Unrelated,” Sam quips, moving past it.

“Before or after this happened?” Bailey pulls his phone out to show the girls a video taken of Sam pushing the girl who threw a drink on her. Whoever took the video made it look like worse than it was, Sam was provoked, of course she was going to fight back.

“Before,” Sam looks away from the phone and speaks.

“Point is, we were with people all night,” Tara butts in.

After a brief moment of silence, something else seemed to peek Sam’s interest in this whole thing. “So, our roommates dad just happened to pull our case.”

“That had to be a crazy coincidence, right?” Detective Bailey peers back to Sam where he sees her nod. “The detective who had the case offered to give it to me because it involves Quinn, but I can totally give it back if you’re uncomfortable. Up to you.”

Sam looks beside her at Amelie who turns to Sam. She shrugs her shoulders in response, maybe it was better to have him on the case. They live with his daughter anyways, so they have to be safe, right? Sam shakes her head and lets the detective know it’s fine but she still looks suspicious.

“So, if the man who attacked you did steal your license and plant it next to the body, then that will probably be someone close to you,” The detective states as he begins his next round of questions. “How long have you known your friends?”

“Well, we moved here with Mindy and Chad for summer semester like six months ago. So, Quinn, Ethan, Anika is all,” Tara decides to speak up since Sam has done the majority of it their time here.

“Well, I think I can vouch for Quinn so that’s one less we have to worry about,” At that, Tara turns to look at Amelie beside her and they share a quick look. They trust Quinn, sure, but they he was quick to cover his daughter. “Do any of you have anyone who might want to target you?”

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Amelie finally speaks up for the second time since entering the room.

His eyes widen before saying “Yikes.”

The door then opens, and an officer lets Bailey know that the FBI is here, and his jurisdiction is needed. As soon he steps out of the room all the girls let out a breath of air. Sam looks to Amelie who sits beside her, “You okay?”

It feels like everyone around her is asking if she’s okay so often recently. “Yeah, I just need to get out of these clothes”

“Don’t worry, we are getting the hell out of here now” Sam says out of relief as she stands up.

Soon enough the three girls are getting walked out by an officer before Sam looks into the room they are passing where Detective Bailey is and sees a face she recognizes “Kirby?”

“Hey, Sam,” Kirby looks up and sees Sam. Kirby gives Sam a hug and puts her hand on Tara and Amelie’s shoulder to acknowledge them. “You’ve grown, Amelie.”

“You’re the FBI?” Sam looks at Kirby quizzically, the last time she saw her she was a student in high school and was a part of the recent attacks by Ghostface. Amelie recognizes her briefly from all those years ago. That attack was the first time she ever saw Ghostface and was when it all began for her. She was only a child, and her dad did his absolute best to shield her from what was happening, but she remembers his fear of it coming back. She also recalls that Kirby was one of the last survivors from that attack.

“You know each other?” Detective Bailey asks when he sees the small reunion.

“Yeah, we went to Woodsboro high together. She was a senior when I was a freshman.”

“We share a certain history, yeah.”

Kirby then talks to the detective about her file on the case and offers to share. Amelie zones it out, she didn’t care that much, and she just wanted to leave. She was tired and none of them have had a blink of sleep all night from all the back-to-back action that these past 24 hours has packed in. Amelie starts to concentrate in on the conversation when she sees a new evidence bag placed in the detective’s hands, the mask left from the bodega.

“DNA traces to two individuals; Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both deceased,” The detective reads the writing on the bag out loud to the group of girls. Amelie looks at Kirby and she sees the distant glaze covering her eyes.

“Ghostface killers of 2011. Charlie Walker gave me this,” Kirby lifts her shirt up and shows her scar that rested on her side. “Like I said, I take a special interest. Was this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?”

“No,” Tara shakes her head at the question.

“So, he’s leaving them on purpose,” Detective Bailey gathers.

“Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line,” Kirby suggests, looking at Sam. Though Sam looks like she wants nothing to do with it.

“Yeah, goodluck with that. We’re getting out of town,” Sam grabs both Amelie’s and Tara’s shoulders as she turns them around to start walking out of the station. Their moves halt when Detective Bailey lets them know they can’t. “I’m sorry that’s not possible. You’re all persons of interest in a double homicide, so you’re not allowed to leave town, sorry.”

“He’s right, but if we work together-“ Kirby tries again, thinking that maybe if she offers to help Sam and the girls then it would will them to stay.

“We’re going,” Sam says pointedly. Her decision was already made, and Sam was not going to involve herself, and especially not Tara and Amelie, in a direct investigation to find out who the killer is this time. She has built up so much paranoia over the last year and clearly, it was worthy.

The girls push through the doors of the police station to be greeted by a swarm of people with microphones and cameras, all yelling out different questions for the girls to answer. Sam walks behind the girls and pushes at both their shoulders to shove past the people and ignore their questions. They were not going to get a word, nor a reaction from the three and Sam was going to make sure of it. As they manage to push through the crowd and walk towards their Taxi waiting for them on the side of the road, they hear a voice quip up. Gale.

“Gale Weathers, Channel four. Do you ladies think you’re the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the big apple?”

Amelie’s eyes widen when she sees Sam swing and Gale ducks. “Nice try sweetie, but I’ve done this dance before.”

Tara sees her opportunity and lands a punch on Gale. “Stay away from us.”

Sam grabs Amelie’s hand to keep her walking with them instead of turning back to go with Gale. She knows the woman means a lot to Amelie and vice versa, but she also knows that Gale is conniving and is trying to worm her way into the situation again.

“Are you really still mad at me?” Gale recovers quickly from the punch and chases after the girls. Guess after all that practice, she’s learned how to recover fast.

“You said you weren’t going to write a book about what happened, and then you wrote a book about what happened.” Sam says angrily to Gale.

“Oh, come on, somebody was gonna to write about it. That’s what I do,” Gale replies, trying to reason with the angry sister. 

“I heard you couldn’t sell the movie rights,” Tara questions, looking at Gale with a curious, but sarcastic, look on her face.

“It’s-it’s all about true crime limited series these days,” Gale attempts to defend herself. Yeah, her attempt to have movie rights didn’t go as she planned but she was not about let the girls know it got to her.

“It-it's just that after everything we went through together, Gale, everything you and my dad went through-“ Amelie finally speaks up. She understands where the sister’s frustration was coming from, she felt it back when she first read the book. She was also incredibly tired and heavy from the blood on her clothes, making her all the more irritable. “-what would Dewey think?”

Gale stares at Amelie in shock and pain flashes across her eyes. She looks as if she just got stabbed, not expecting that from Amelie of all people. “That was a low blow.”

“So was your book. You called me unstable and born killer.” Sam spikes back to Gale. She really wishes she could have landed that punch on Gale because her frustration is peaking again.

“That was taken out of context.”

“That’s literally a quote.”

“You don’t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us?” Tara asks Gale and shakes her head.

“Come on,” Sam says, and the three make their way to a taxi. Right before they began to step into the car, Gale called out which halted their movements.

“Hey, I talked to Sidney.”

“She’s not coming here, is she?” Sam asks with concern. She can’t have Sidney come back here and go through this all again for the sixth time. This was her battle, her fight.

“No, she sends her love but she’s taking Mark and the kids some place safe. She deserves to have her happy ending,” Gale responds which sends a wave of relief in the younger girls in front of Gale.

“Then that much we agree,” Sam says before she ushers Amelie into the taxi and her following.

“Wait! Mel!” Gale calls and Amelie looks at her from inside the taxi. Mel was a nickname given to Amelie by Gale and only she was reserved to call her that. When she was a really young girl and her dad married Gale, the older women cared for her like she was her own. This included giving her a nickname that only Gale called her, and Amelie cherished the name so much. “I tried calling you, earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says, nodding her head. “I-I wanted to answer but-“

“-but I declined it for her,” Sam interrupts her. She was done talking to Gale and needed them to leave, now. Maybe she might get the chance to take that swing at Gale after all.

“Hey! I want to catch this fucker as much as you do,” Gales calls out one more time as Sam follows Amelie into the back of the taxi. With just Tara left to get in she finishes the conversation.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you’re gonna fade away.”

~

Back at the apartment, Quinn received a text from her dad and let the group know that there was another Ghostface attack at the bodega and the three girls were there. She let the group know that they got taken to the station for questioning and should be on their way home soon. Amelie also sent Ethan a quick text letting him briefly know they had a run in with the killer and were on their way. She did promise to call him if they had any trouble and while she didn’t get the chance to do that, she figured a brief text would have to suffice for that. The rest of the friends stayed at their apartment, worried about the girls as they were out. After hearing from Quinn everything that happened, they decided to stay until they come back to make sure they were okay and because they wanted to show their support. Amelie, Tara, and Sam are their best friends, their family, and they will do what they need to make sure they are okay.

So, when the front door of the apartment opens and in walks three sweaty girls with one who also has blood covering her pants and some of her shirt, the friends rise from their seats and rushes to them.

Mindy gasps when she sees Amelie and rushes to her side. “Oh my god, Amie, are you okay?”

Ethan perks up even more after hearing Mindy and looks at Amelie. He sees the distant look in her eyes and heads to stand next to her as well. The group, with looks of concern, wait patiently for any one of the girls to start speaking so that’s what Sam does. She explains everything that happened from leaving the apartment down to getting into the taxi.

Amelie can feel the eyes on her, she does have blood stains on her covering her, so it is within reason, and she probably reeks of iron. “We were running out of the bodega, and I slipped on some guy’s blood and fell in it. It’s not mine, don’t worry.”

Mindy from beside her holds Amelie’s arm as she tries to take her shoes off, that also have blood covering them. Guess those will also have to go, she thinks. Amelie continues to speak as she kicks the shoes off her feet, “I just need to get these clothes off of me and take a shower.”

Ethan stares at the red stains on her and feels angry again. Though he is relieved that the blood is not hers, he knows that it could have been her blood and it could have been her body they were picking up onto a gurney and placing in a bag.

“Well, we’re glad you guys are okay,” Anika says as she walks with Amelie and Mindy to her room.

“Yeah, me too,” Amelie says with a grateful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost felt as if the blood was hers and she was stabbed all over again by the amount of attention she was getting from this. She was grateful her friends care so much, but it was almost too overwhelming. Mindy and Anika leave the room to let Amelie get changed and take a shower where she is left by herself and her thoughts. As she peels the first layer of her clothes off a knock comes from door, and she rolls her eyes. God, she just wants to be left alone after everything. She stalks to her door in only her tank top and pants now and opens the door to reveal Ethan who looks concerned.

“What’s up?” She stays at the entry and holds the doorknob.

“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Ethan says nervously. He looks down to see if she is still wearing the clothes and she is, just less than before. Her tank top has some blood stains which must have leaked through from the long sleeve she was previously wearing. Blush rises to his cheeks, realizing he just subtly checked her out before looking back into her eyes where she appears tired and sunken in, though there is a hint of amusement laced in her expression.

“I am doing okay, Ethan. I was just about to take a shower, anyways,” She replies and nudges her head to the bathroom across the hall from her room.

“Oh okay, yeah, I guess you should do that,” Ethan nods his head before his expression changes, and he furrows his eyebrows. “Wait-wait, not that you need to or anything, it’s just because you have blood on you and stuff and you probably just want to get clean from everything, sorry.”

Amelie manages to let out a chuckle and shakes her head at him. “I know what you meant, don’t worry.”

She looks at him and thinks about everything that has happened this past night. She has been wanting to be alone this whole time to just be able to lay down and clean up but maybe being with someone won’t be as bad tonight as she thought. Because as she looks at him now, she can see that he cares and that he wants to be there for her. All this time she has refused her feelings down for him because she was so scared of what may happen if she acted upon it. She has a pretty good feeling that he also likes her the same way she does him, maybe even more, so she makes up her mind. She is so tired of feeling scared all the time and if she’s going to be fearful, then it’s going to be something worth being scared about and not about some boy. Time seems to run too fast in her world and she has learned that the hard way.

“Uhm, would you want to, maybe, stay? For a bit? I-I will go get clean and stuff, but you can just chill here, and we can hang out after I’m done? If you’re not busy, of course,” Amelie looks at him nervously now as she proposes the idea to him. Please say yes and make me not look like a total fool.

“Yeah, of course.” Ethan looks shocked that she asked and nods his head rapidly. He clears his throat, "I would give you a hug, but uh, I am not too keen on swapping blood."

“I will be right back, then you can give me a hug. Free of blood transfers,” Amelie smiles and lets him into her room before exiting to the bathroom. Ethan takes a seat on her desk chair, not wanting to sit on her bed without his permission and smiles to himself. All the anger he felt earlier has evaporated from his body and nothing but excitement and joy has replaced it. Something about her asking him to stay with her just makes his tummy feel funny and makes him think that waiting all this time to let her get close to him was worth it. He knows that they have hung out along countless times before, but something about it feels different.

Ethan sends a quick text to Chad to just let him know that he was staying with Amelie for the next couple of hours, to which Chad replies with a finally man! Guess you did listen and make a move, get it roomie :) and then followed it with but pls take care of her though, she could probably use it.

Soon enough Amelie enters the room again with wet hair and clothed in some shorts and a large pyjama shirt. Ethan looks up quickly at the girl and puts the picture frame he had in his hand back on her desk.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t snooping or anything, it was just there,” Ethan says nervously as he looks at her anxiously. He recognized her dad, of course he did, he was one of the legacy survivors of the original Ghostface attacks. So, he looked at the photo to see her smile so wide, he didn’t know she had the capability of doing so. He wonders if he could have ever had the same relationship with his dad as she did with Dewey and he feels jealous, almost, that even with everything that was currently planned with his family, he would never get that same amount of love. Guilt also begins to eat away at his stomach as he thinks of his family’s plans, knowing that they are the same plans that took away the person she cared about the most. But he also knows how it feels to lose a family member. Though, the circumstances are very different, and while he seeks revenge, she looks for comfort. While anger is ridden in both the young adults, the two use it to their advantage in very different ways.

Amelie notices his panicky actions and walks towards him where she grabs his hands to pull him up from her desk chair and wraps her arounds around his torso, finally getting that hug. Ethan is quick to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. Amelie closes her eyes and places her head on his chest, listening to his heart and the silence of her room. Ethan smiles at her action and rests his cheek on the top of her head. They don't hug often, Amelie is not one to be very touchy with her friends, but any time that it has happened, it feels so nice. Her height was perfect to place directly on his chest, near his neck and his large frame was so comforting as it wraps around her. The two feel so content being engulfed in each others presence. Not only did Amelie need this hug after everything that has happened over the past night, but hugging Ethan just felt so normal.

Although Amelie nor Ethan want to pull away, Amelie does so she can finally put some ointment on her throbbing palms. She picks the frame back up from the desk and then heads to sit on the edge of her bed. Looking back at her was an old photo of her dad and her. She remembers the day the photo was taken; it was a couple of months before the attacks last year when they went to go visit Sidney for the weekend. She had to practically force him to snap the photo with her, but she was glad she did. He smiles down at her while she stares at the camera with a smile almost as bright as the sun. Amelie smiles now as she looks at the photo and traces her finger along the side of the frame.

Ethan makes his way to her and takes a seat on the side of the bed with her. It felt so wrong to be messing with her like this, but he had to keep it up. “That’s your dad, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan watches her nod and his heart seizes when he sees the pain in her eyes. “He was the best.”

Amelie reaches over by her bedside table and places the photo down on it before picking up a small tube of cream. She needed to stop looking at the picture for too long or else tonight would become another one of the countless nights where she would sob as she held something of her dads to sleep. Ethan can tell that she probably wanted to continue talking about her dad but still found it difficult to.

Amelie opens up the ointment and begins to attempt to put some cream on her palms to help prevent an infection from all the cuts the glass caused and winces. She sees Ethan staring at her hands out of the corner fo her eye. “We had to crawl and there was shattered glass everywhere. Some of it just cut through my hand. Not bad enough for stitches, thankfully.”

Ethan listens to her and pictures her at the bodega, scared with blood on her hands. He hates that, although he didn’t do it himself, he is part of the reason that it happened. He glances down again at her hands, raw and cut, “I can help if you want. It may be a bit easier for you if you’re not doing it.”

Amelie looks at him and passes over the cream. She faces her palms up and pushes them closer to him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ethan mutters as he begins to lightly spread of the ointment over her palm. Even though her palms are cut, her hands are soft, and he wishes he could hold them all day long. This was the closest he has ever been to her and he is shitting himself. He can feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of her conditioner, itching to get closer but he knows he should just focus on getting her hands all cleaned up.

“You couldn’t,” Amelie all but whispers bravely as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. He was so pretty, and she was really realizing it now in this moment. His brown eyes so soft and lips so full. His curly hair looks so soft, Amelie almost wants to touch it and wrap a curl around her finger. The pad of his finger runs over one of the deeper cuts and she winces, then chuckles, “Maybe you could.”

Ethan looks up at her finally and gives her a smile. She is so close to him that all he had to do was lean forward and their lips could be attached. He briefly closes his eyes to rid himself of his thoughts, so he doesn’t get ahead of himself and re-opens then. He licks his lips before whispering, “Tell me about your dad.”

She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. Whatever she was thinking that he was going to say next, that was not it. But, although she was a little shocked he wanted her to talk about her dead dad and that he was so willing to listen, she also wouldn’t pass up a chance to talk so greatly about him. “Uh, well, he was a cop for a long time before he decided to retire just before he died.

He had a sister, my aunt Tatum, who I never got to meet, but he always talked about her so highly and I could tell that he loved her a lot. Which is where i got my middle name; Amelie Tatum Riley. I only ever lived with him and rarely saw my mom because she was apparently always too busy, but I think my dad just said that so it would hurt my feelings a little less. He also was my best friend, and I would talk to him about everything. He would teach me how to defend myself since I was little, in case I ever needed to, which I guess came in handy, huh? But he would also tell me after every session or lesson that I shouldn’t need to worry too much about using my skills because he would be there to protect me from harm no matter where he was.”

Ethan looks at her intently as he also switches hands to start applying the cream onto her other palm. She has a faint smile lingering on her lips as she talks about Dewey and Ethan can’t help but be captivated by her as she speaks so fondly about the man that raised her.

“He would always show up to any recital or performance I had as a child because he swore he was always my number one fan. And at least once a week he would try to find time so we could go out to eat at this dinner back in Woodsboro,” Amelie takes a pause and lets out a breathy laugh. “He was also still into Gale, one hundred percent but he just would never admit it to me. I am sure he knew that I knew, though. I think that sometimes he wishes that he could have ended up with Gale and that she was my mom, but he didn’t really like to talk about it too much.”

Ethan finishes up and closes the tube of cream before handing it back to Amelie. Amelie takes one more pause from her speech about her father before finishing up, deciding to end it soon or she may feel inclined to start crying and she was absolutely not going to be doing that in front of Ethan. “He was just the best dad, and I wish I could have had more time with him.”  

“He sounds like an amazing father. You were really lucky,” Ethan smiles at her, but that bitter feeling arises again. She did have a great dad and he would give just about anything to experience that same fatherly love she did with his own dad, but he guesses that he is, just in a completely different way. “And I’m sorry for, you know, your loss.”

“Yeah, he was,” She nods as she looks down at her now ointment treated hands. “And thank you. For asking me and listening and-” she holds her hands up briefly “-for this.”

She smiles in appreciation and puts the cream down on her side table. As she reaches over, her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back where her scar becomes visible to Ethan’s eye. Almost as if she can feel the tissue exposed, she takes her hair and places it back over her shoulder, ashamed of the mark.

She leans back over from her side table and sits back a bit further onto her bed to lean against the wall. Ethan scoots back towards her but doesn’t lean up against the wall just yet. Instead, he decides to fuck it and brushes her hair from off her shoulder to expose the scar once more. Maybe it was sick and twisted that he wanted to see it, see what his dead brother’s girlfriend did to her but he had to take a look. So, he did, and she let him.

Her breathe hitched in her throat as his fingers delicately traced over the line just above her collarbone, on the base of her neck. If she was going to let him in, then she might as well keep breaking more of her boundaries tonight.

“I got it last year from the last Ghostface attacks,” She whispers and looks straight ahead at her at the picture collage wall. One’s of her and her current roommates, some with Chad and Mindy, Wes, and the very few with Liv. Some with her dad and other group photos where she cut Amber’s figure out of them.

“Yeah, I-I figured,” Ethan whispers back. Although he obviously knew where she got it from, he played it off as just knowing from hearing it around. He feels sick again thinking about the fact that she got hurt from all of this and he vows to make sure she doesn’t get hurt the same way again, not on purpose or by the hands of his family.  

“I also have a couple more but this-“ She gestures to her neck “-is the most visible, obviously.”

Ethan continues to trace the mark back and forth before looking at Amelie’s face to see how she is reacting. He is so screwed, and his dad is going to kill him for getting so invested in a girl, Dewey’s daughter nonetheless, but he just can’t help it. He knows how easily it would be for him to wrap his hands around her neck and kill her, one less person to get rid of for his dad and brother but he can’t do it and he just won’t. He feels the urge to protect her and wants to keep her safe from this whole plan, safe from getting hurt again.

Amelie looks at Ethan, feeling his eyes on her and they stare at one another. Ethan feels his heart leap and is wondering if this is what it’s like to actually be with someone you like. He has never been this close to a girl before so he’s wondering if the nerves is from his lack of experience or because he is finally getting his moment with the girl he has been crushing on for months now.

“Amelie-” Ethan pauses his movement on her scar and says her name.

“Amie,” Amelie cuts him off. “You can call me Amie. You always call me Amelie, but you can call me Amie.”

“Alright, Amie,” Ethan smiles and lets out a laugh. "I don't really know why, I guess everyone just calls you Amie, huh?"

Amelie smiles as he continues to move his fingers so delicately across the pink tissue. "You know...

I don't think you have to be so scared about hiding it so much. It's beautiful, in a way. You're a survivor."

"I just, I don't know..." Amelie pauses and swallows. She can feel her stomach turn inside out and she is almost tempted to tell him to stop so she can ensure she wouldn't throw up. And the way Ethan is touching her so gently, and looking at her so soft, she just might. "...am ashamed of it. It's gross, and people just stare when they see it. Especially when they know who was the one that did it to me."

"Well, people are stupid," Ethan smiles at her. The tension building between the two makes him want to scream out, tell her how beautiful she is, and kiss her face. But, he has never done that before and there is always this impending fear that she will never see him in that light. "And a scar means shit. People don't know a thing, but you do."

"And not that my word really matters, but uh," Ethan continues on and swallows any of his nerves. So very uncharacteristic of him, he tilts his head and leans towards her neck, delicately placing a small kiss on the scar. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, you're beautiful."

Amelie's heart picks up and she is surprised that Ethan can't hear it pound out of her chest. She almost can't breathe, the tension is too unbearable, and she just wants him to lift his head so he can kiss her instead.

In the back of her mind, she can hear screaming voice call to her, telling her to be careful and maybe not trust Ethan so easily, the same voice she heard back at the party with Dean. He seems to be too gentle with her to be a killer in disguise. Then again, so was Richie and Billy and Stu and Charlie. But it feels so right being here this close to him, feels so good to be held by his soft hands. Being this close to Ethan is exactly what she was picturing in her head when her lips were attached to Dean's, and now it is almost happening. So, once again, she decides to screw what her head is screaming at her and leans in closer to Ethan, giving him the hint to lift his head from her scar. He takes it and raises his head, now unbelievably close to the girls face. He can smell her coconut conditioner and the mint from her toothpaste, and is craving to taste her.

"You're not with that guy, right?" Ethan whispers, his breathe hitting Amelie's face and its intoxicating. "The one from the party."

Amelie looks in his eyes, her lids are heavy and vision glazed. She shakes her head lightly, "no."

"You know..." Amelie licks her bottom lip, it catching Ethan's eye and his breathe hilts in his throat.

"I was thinking of you when I was with him."

Ethan nearly lets out a groan. She was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.

Ethan brings one hand up, brushing a piece of fallen hair behind her ear and rests his hand there. Hearing those words did something to him, and he knew he needed to feel her lips on his this very moment. Knowing that she felt the same way as him made him more than relieved, especially knowing that he was on her mind when she had her lips on another boy. A small smirk raises on his lips. "Good."

She knows she should listen to the voice and be weary, fear who Ethan might be but in this moment she doesn’t care. So, she looks in his eyes one more time to see if there lays any hesitation or discomfort, and when she finds nothing but want and adoration, she leans in and finally lets their lips touch.

Ethan can feel how soft her lips are and never wants to pull away. He has been craving this since he first laid eyes on her, and now it is finally happening. He lets out a sigh of relief, his hand on her hip tightening to restrain the urge and desire in his body. Their lips together, touching one another felt so right, and they wonder why they haven't done that sooner. Their kiss lasts for all of three seconds before Amelie's door cracks open.

“Hey Amie, I brought you some tea-“ Quinn opens her bedroom door and begins before her eyes widen at the sight of the two teens in front of her. Amelie and Ethan jump apart at the sound of the redhead’s voice and Amelie scoots up the edge of her bed and away from the wall she was leaning on. She clears her throat and looks at Quinn with stern eyes before running her hands across her face. “I am so sorry, I-I didn’t know anyone else was here with you, Amie.”

“No, it-it’s okay, Quinn. Maybe knock next time, yeah? I don’t know just an idea,” Amelie shrugs and says sarcastically before standing up and making her way to stand in front of Quinn. The older girl looks at Amelie and mouths an I’m so sorry while handing her the cup of tea in her hand. Amelie looks back and sees Ethan stand up from her bed and pull down at the hem of his shirt.

“That is the second roommate I have done that to within the last day, I am such a cockblock. I’m so sorry,” Quinn says shaking her head as she takes the handle of the door and begins to back out of the room. “I made you the tea to, you know, maybe make you feel better after everything. I-sorry, I’m just gonna-“

Quinn points to behind her where she will be making her exit. As Amelie goes to place the cup of tea on her bedside table beside the ointment and picture frame, Quinn sneaks a glare at her brother and shakes her head, quick enough for Amelie not to see but for Ethan to catch. His heart jumps in his throat but he swallows it back down as he glares back at her. He knows she will be having a word with him about all of his later and that his dad will find out and he is screwed, once again. But fuck, it practically happened, and he has never felt so alive then he was in that moment. He had pictured the moment he could kiss Amelie for so long and it just happened, until it didn’t. So, Amelie turns to look at him and smiles sheepishly while Ethan looks at her and bites his lip to contain his smile. Ethan stays with her for the next couple of hours where he lays with her in her bed as she attempts get some rest. And though he held her as she slept, that almost kiss is the closest exchange the two have for the rest of the night. Because although their moment got interrupted, it was there. And as much as the two would like to go back in time and continue what almost happened, they at least both knew that their feelings were reciprocated and their hearts beat, almost at the same time.

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Cordyline Story Part 6

Season 1 - Escape

Damned Human!Yandere OC x Lover!Reader Full Story Prelude Summary: What happens when you go back for the necklace?  Warnings: Yandere, Suicide mentions (ideation, failed attempt, urges), Obsessive behavior, needles, religious concepts (angels, demons, heaven, hell), delusions, fantasy horror/ gore, harm and recovery, hospitals, psychiatric ward, manipulation, medical malpractice, murder, harassment, medication malcompliance, noncon, kidnapping Resources: Connect with a trained crisis counselor. The 988 Suicide and Crisis Line is confidential, free, and available 24/7/365. Word Count: 1.6k

“Remember, there are people on your side here. Things will get better.”

“Yes, actually. I left a necklace of mine in my room.” You tell Lauren and she seems to breathe out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry to make you come all this way and forget something.” 

“Don’t worry,” She says, “For once, I’m in no hurry at all.” She turns around and you follow her back up the hall. 

. . . 

‘So, Samson is a snorer.’ Cordyline discovers in dismay. It was bad enough that the oversized man cried out when she first tased him, but now that he was sleeping the electricity off peacefully slumped in a corner of the fire escape, he was generating even more noise. 

Cordyline decided to cut her losses and headed out of the fire escape, looking around to make sure nobody was nearby. Once the coast was clear, she headed back down the hallway. Room 60, 62, 64. . . 68? 

“What the fuck?” Cordy looks around the hall in confusion. There is no room 66. Suddenly, the elevator lets out a light ‘ding’ and Cordyline makes herself scarce, slipping into an unmarked supply closet. 

The second her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, she gasps in surprise. Of course this was it, she remembers now. Andreas must have disguised your room as a closet so that nobody else would come in. 

She can hear voices coming closer. One of them is Lauren from the psych ward, but she can’t place the other, it’s too soft for her to hear. They’re headed towards this room. They must be able to see it better than she can. Cordy realizes that Andreas must have messed with her sight to keep her away from you. Anger fills her, but, before she can punch the wall or do anything else that would be stupid and harmful to her already fragile body, the door cracks open and you enter. 

For a second, neither of you says anything. You look at her in surprise first, then fear. You reach back to the door. 

“Y/n! Wait, please.” Cordy says urgently. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.” 

“What happened to you?” You ask, hand closing round the handle of the door. 

“I can explain later, I swear. But right now, we need to get you out of here.” Cordyline tries to keep her voice still and quiet, but it’s a challenge. 

You glance toward the door. Lauren is waiting patiently outside for you.

“Okay, what do you need from me?” You ask. You don’t trust her, clearly. But, she is relieved to see that you’re willing to work with her. 

“I need you to come with me. I can take you to your apartment or wherever you need to go, but we need to do it quickly.” She says, then adding, “You’re in danger here.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, then a soft knock interrupts the two of you. 

“Y/n?” Do you need help looking?” Lauren asks from the other side of the door. 

You and Cordy look at eachother, and you open your mouth to reply, but before you can, Cordyline limps over and opens the door. 

Lauren stands there silent for a minute, then her gaze darkens as she registers who is in front of her. 

“You’re not supposed to be here, Cordyline.” Lauren reaches a hand to her hip, but you watch - frozen in place - as Cordy jabs something towards the small girl and Lauren crumbles to the floor. 

“What did you do to her?” You ask, looking around for help, or answers, you’re not sure what. 

“She’s alright.” Cordy says. She puts the taser away. “She’ll be more upset that she’ll wake up with a bad hairstyle.” She reaches out to you with her good hand. “Please, come with me and I’ll explain everything.” 

. . .

You take her hand. One way or another you’re getting out of here, and with Lauren incapacitated, Cordyline seems like your best – no, your only – option. She smiles at you then, genuinely and full of relief, and leads you away. 

“We can use the staff exit in the back.” She says. “It is the quickest way to the lot.” 

“Please tell me you can drive.” You half ask - half pray aloud. 

“I can. It’s as painful as anything else, but I can.” 

The two of you make your way to the elevator, and down to floor L. Cordy leads you around a hallway to a door and presses her card against it. Nothing happens at first, the light refusing to turn a definitive color, then it turns green with a beep and you’re free.

As soon as you both step out of the hospital, Cordyline gasps and clutches at her eye in pain, her vision growing fuzzy. You have to grab her arm to keep her steady and on her feet. 

Thankfully, her vision soon cleared and she led you to a small, black car parked irregularly in a staff spot. Still, you walked her over to the driver’s side, asking over and over if she was okay to drive and she insisted that she was. 

And, she was. Well, the start was rocky, she almost knocked a mirror off her car, but soon, you had exited the hospital parking lot and were cruising through the streets of the city at alarming speed. Every light you encountered turned green before she even had to take her foot off the gas. 

You arrive a few minutes later, when Cordy pulls into an unmarked parking lot and leads you up into a small apartment building. You don’t bother to ask where you are going, as long as it’s away from the hospital and any angels or demons that might be around. 

As you enter, you see just about nothing. There is a mattress on the floor and a few boxes. Next to the mattress is an alarming amount of pill bottles. You find yourself biting back the question- Damn girl, you live like this? 

“Cordyline?” You ask instead. “Why did you bring me here?”

She goes to ease herself down on the mattress, but has a hard time of it. You find yourself rushing to her side to help. 

“You need a place to recover and hide. We both do.” She says, smiling at you gratefully. “Please, make yourself comfortable. We have a lot to talk about.” 

You sit down on the mattress next to her and huff. You just want to go home. 

Over the good part of an hour, she explains to you the concept of a second life in this world. It’s pretty simple, good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell, with your actions on earth determining where it is you go. 

She admits that she doesn’t know much about the Angelic side of things, only that Guardian Angels were once human and that most of them will, in fact, kill you without hesitation if they learn that you’re associated in any way with a demon. 

Demons, on the other hand, are much more common than guardian angels. Apparently, a guardian angel has to prove that they are worthy of protecting people during their life, while a demon is just a person who has sold their soul and died before it was fully consumed by their demon master.  

She doesn’t know everything and is unable to answer most of your questions, but you’re still grateful for some information, even if it’s incomplete. 

She only stops explaining things when your stomach growls loudly, surprising the both of you. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She says. “You must be starving.” She grabs her phone and quickly begins scrolling through a food delivery app despite your protests. After your stomach growls again, you give up the fight and lean over her shoulder, looking for anything you can get. 

Once she places your order, she points out that there are clean clothes in one of the boxes and invites you to use her shower while she waits for the order. You graciously accept, eager to wash the hospital feeling off yourself. 

Twenty minutes later, you’re clean and stuffed full of your favorite takeout. She invites you to spend the night at her place and you accept, suddenly feeling more tired than you’ve ever been before. The note in your pants pocket is completely forgotten, at least by you. 

. . . 

Andreas isn’t one to wait around. When you don’t show up to the cafe, he knows something has gone wrong. He can’t get a hold of Samson or of Lauren. Nonetheless, he chuckles a little to himself as he leaves the meeting spot. He also knows you must have had help getting away. Once he finds who did it, he will make sure that they suffer. 

Fine then, if you want to run and hide like a little mouse, he’ll gladly be the cat that catches up to you. However, you can’t complain if he decides to toy with you a bit before devouring you. After all, you’re the one who got him all excited by running in the first place. 

#yanblr #yandere blog #yandere #yandere drabble #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere aesthetic #andreas my oc #demon yandere #demon oc #yandere story #yandere girl #female yandere #actually obsessive #human oc #cordyline my oc #cordyline smith #cordy story

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Wait I just realized that I can assign my horrible tase in names to OCs and specifically fankids that I post on here if I want and nobody can stop

#just me rambling

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👀 and ❤️

teehee…

Asker later clarified this as for Yuu Shi :D

👀Describe your OC through the eyes of another person.

Let's do how Jocia views Yuu!

Jocia views Yuu primarily through the lens of sympathy. Given they are fraternal twins, they have always been around each other their whole lives. They are both very aware of what the other has gone through and experienced.

This often makes it difficult for Jocia to truly accept the person Yuu Shi has gradually shifted into as life marched on forward. What was once a very socially withdrawn but motivated girl gradually became one that lied, manipulated, and played with other peoples emotions with reckless abandon.

Course, Jocia can't give up on her though. That's her sister. Her family means the world to her. They've tried, over and over, to talk it out and attempt to bring about positive change, but it almost never ends well.

Yuu wants to get away. She wants freedom. Jocia wants her to stay. She wants Yuu to live a better life, and escape from whatever might be haunting her. But they can't both have what they want. Jocia has a very hard time accepting that.

❤️What would your OC's ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

OHOHOHO oh boy. Yuu Shi may not have a preference for gender (pan(ic)sexual, harhar), but she definitely has a type. Tired, outwardly stoic, and/or done with bullshit. Why? Because she softens them up. If they tolerate all her teasing and whatnot, be it due to patience or being just as wicked as she, she will become their shadow. She is a very clingy lover, and her ideal partner is someone she rarely has to part from. They'd both be very, VERY flawed and perhaps even evil, but undyingly devoted and accepting of each other. She can get very soft. Very loving. Like a koala. But if anyone else besides her lover finds out about that, she will not hesitate to tase them.

As for her family.... it is war, and it is in no way civil. WHY for the love of everything good would she partner with someone who is possibly a criminal, awful, and cruel? Eh, it's because she can be like that too. Unlike the rest of her family, she is not in denial of that fact. Though due to the sheer size of her family (Mother, father, and five other siblings including Jo), it is essentially her and her partner versus everyone.

#these blurbs are SO fun to write #hope you enjoy >:D #oc asks #oc questions #boopshoopsoc #boopshoopsramblings #yuu shi #tcoav

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All of You is Left to Love Chapter Two: Welcome Home, Johnny (Depowered Homelander x OC)

18+ | 6.3k | Homelander's early depowered days and the ensuing torture in Vought's supe prison.

>>>>>>> WARNING: Extremely explicit torture, gore, abuse of bodily fluids for the sake of torture, and genital torture ahead. Does have a happy ending-- just very graphic to get there. <<<<<<<

Two weeks.

Or, well… He thinks that’s how long it’s been, anyway. It’s hard to tell in here. There’s no sunlight, no clock, nothing that can let him know just how long it’s been since they threw him in here.

He woke up disoriented, head pounding, room spinning as he tried to get his bearings. He thrashed and yanked to no avail against the restraints tying him to the chair. The room was dim and dark, and his grunts echoed around him. He began to panic, feeling the creeping distress of the days when they’d tie him up like this in the bad room– when they’d strap him down with titanium bars and get to work and–

All for the sake of fucking curiosity…

A cold sweat overtook him, body shivering. Only then did he realize he was naked.

Where the fuck was he?

Just when the walls around him seemed to be getting impossibly closer, a door opened, filling the room with blinding light. In walked two guards, silhouetted and fuzzy– but one thing was distinct about their shapes.

Both of them wore Vought’s specially designed anti-supe armor.

The realization hit him like a fucking train.

He was in their fucking supe prison.

“What the fuck is this!?” Homelander roared, yanking against his bindings with all of his might. When they didn’t shatter, when the hurt kicked in, that was when panic turned to fear and confusion.

Why wouldn’t they budge?

Why wasn’t it working!?

The first of the guards to approach him did so with a dark, ominous chuckle, menacing in the way he sauntered over.

“If you move,” he spoke up, amusement lacing each word. “You will be tased.” The guard raised a rod and activated it, unleashing a loud crackle of electricity right next to Homelander’s ear.

He flinched, much to the guard’s satisfaction.

Homelander swallowed hard and willed his fear to turn to bravado. “You seriously think that’ll do a fuckin’ thing to me?” He asked with a mocking laugh. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Suddenly the rod was at his thigh, arcs of electricity coursing through his body making him go stiff as a board, teeth clenched and breath caught in a silent scream of agony.

“You will do whatever I say, when I say it,” The guard said, ceasing the voltage. “Or I’ll get to poke ya!”

Homelander panted heavily, sweat beading at his brow as he registered the pain.

Pain.

There were sudden flashes in his mind, bursts of memories to distract him as the two guards hauled him by his arms down a bright hallway.

He saw Ben’s face, frantic yet comforting as he seethed in agony.

Right…

That’s right…

Fucking Butcher had finally managed to pull one over on him.

That stupid, stupid syringe slipped past his guard, and now…

He saw flickers of Ben, mostly. Heard the whispers, the promises of safety and reassurances that everything was gonna be okay– all of them repeated until his little spider was breathless.

He remembered the blinding, searing hot pain of the moment. How he writhed in agony in Benjamin’s arms as the serum neutralized every molecule of V in his body. He thought he’d fucking die before it was over. It was like his organs had caught on fire, burning him from the inside out.

Then there was… a bang? A door kicked open, perhaps, or maybe something else? A pungent gas, his eyelids getting heavy, and then… nothing.

Just now.

By the time the world came back into focus, Homelander found himself tied to another chair while one of the guards ran clippers through his hair.

He watched with wide, shocked eyes. It was too late to fucking stop them– not that he even could.

Locks of blonde fell from his head bit by bit until all that remained was a short buzz. He shivered, naked and cold.

Or perhaps it was fear.

“Nobody’ll recognize you now, pretty boy.” Taunted the guard. From up close, Homelander could make out a nametag on his breastplate.

‘Arne,’ it said.

Arne and the other guard hauled him off once again, but Homelander didn’t fight.

How could he?

He was thrown into a cell, landing face first on the ground. It was tight, and his only source of light was a buzzing fluorescent light above his head. The only things he had were a bed, a sink and mirror, and a toilet.

That was it.

No windows save for the tiny one on the cell door. No larger space to escape to if the walls got too tight.

One feature in particular made his blood run cold.

Shackles, chained to the wall.

He stumbled for a moment, approaching the bed to thumb at a stack of clothes.

A white t-shirt and white pants.

He looked at them with disgust, refusing to wear something so degrading. Instead, he meandered to the mirror to inspect the damage.

He stared for several minutes, but it felt like an eternity as he locked eyes with the stranger staring back at him. Suddenly, his reflection took on a life of its own.

“Look what your fucking weakness cost us!” Barked his other self, causing him to recoil. “You’re nothing now! We’re nothing!”

“No…”

He stared, watching as his alter ego pointed out every flaw, every shortcoming, every ugly little blemish until he well and truly hated his reflection more than anything. His hate, however, didn’t manifest as its normal rage.

It came in tears– in fear. It came in the act of curling up on the cold cement floor to weep and mourn himself.

His head spun and all he could possibly do was hug himself and hold on tight as sobs wracked his body.

“Help me…” he whispered through pitiful hiccups. “Wake me up… Please…”

Nobody bothered him for the first night– or, perhaps it had been the first day. Not that he could tell.

The second, though, was when it began.

Arne must have been personally assigned to be his keeper, because Homelander woke to heavy knocks on his door, followed by a tray of food sliding under the gap.

Food was… not the correct word to describe the slop on the tray. There wasn’t even a fucking plate or any utensils.

“I am not fucking eating that,” Homelander grit defiantly, ignoring the grumbling of his stomach. “Fire your chef.”

Suddenly the door flew open, and in walked Arne and another guard– this one different than the last.

“Eat your breakfast, Homelander,” he taunted, waving the prod in his face. “We don’t want our resident celebrity to starve, do we?”

Homelander made to stand from the floor but was met with a sharp swing of the prod connecting with his cheekbone, knocking him dizzy against the ground.

“I said to eat,” Arne grit. “Not stand.”

Homelander stared up at him indignantly, fighting to keep his watering eyes from spilling at the stinging sensation. A hand was suddenly at the back of his neck, forcing his head lower until it was a mere inch above the tray.

“Maybe you need help adjusting to your new life. Here, let me help you!”

Arne’s boot came down hard on the back of his neck and Homelander’s face was pushed into the mush.

“There you go, buddy!” Arne laughed sadistically, twisting his foot to really make sure he rubbed it in.

The other guard failed to suppress a giggle, making no move to stop her partner’s blatant cruelty.

Homelander sputtered against the slop, trying desperately to push against the boot just enough to breathe. He tried to clamber backwards but couldn’t wiggle his head out from under Arne’s boot.

Suddenly, the prod was pressed to his back and that white hot pain shot through him, halting his lungs entirely as he seized with the current.

“See what happens when y’don’t listen? It isn’t gonna be my ass on the block because Vought’s old show horse went and starved himself.”

Homelander wasn’t sure what stained his face worse: his tears or the slop.

“Fucking.” Arne grit, jamming the point of the prod to Homelander’s side again. “Eat.”

Feeling truly helpless for the first time in… well, he didn’t want to think about it, Homelander let his tongue roll out and swipe through the mush, lapping up just enough to choke down. It tasted like nothing, but that wasn’t the problem.

It was the humiliation.

He caved under the boot of some fucking cockroach.

“That’s it, boy.” Arne smirked. “Bet it’s delicious.”

The third day was when the beatings really began.

Homelander had no idea who this fucking Arne guy was, but it was safe to say he had some kind of vendetta against him. If he’d thought the occasional tasing was rough, he was certainly proven wrong by the third day. Turns out, those chains had a use.

In fact, they were installed just for him.

Arne began the day, as he did any other, by sliding Homelander’s breakfast of mystery goo through the door hatch, watching at the window to make sure he choked it all down.

It was humiliating to be forced to eat with his hands like some fucking animal. But it was either this or the prod, and… well…

He was left alone for a few hours after that. That’s all he ever was anymore. Unless Arne came in, of course.

Homelander stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore how tight the walls felt that day. He wondered where Ben was. If his little spider was okay. If, god forbid, they took him, too. He imagined Ben coming to save him, but…

He’d been so terrible to his little spider. Did he even deserve it?

As much as his heart ached and yearned for his Benjamin, it was the thought of his love that kept him sane. The only warmth he found at night was in his memories of his bug boy’s arms wrapped tight around him, of the songs he’d sing and hum, of his smile…

Benjamin was his lighthouse in this horrible, horrible storm.

A banging at his door stirred Homelander from his daydreams and in walked Arne with yet another nameless guard.

“Shower time, inmate.” Arne stated bluntly. “Stand.”

Homelander obeyed, as he’d learned to do, and allowed them to cuff him for the walk. He stumbled, weak from dehydration. They hadn’t given him any water, and he had too much pride to drink from the sink. It was one of the few things he had control over, anyway.

When he tripped over his own feet, Arne gripped him by the back of the neck, lifting his face from the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spat, squeezing the back of Homelander’s neck harshly as he shook him. “Get the fuck up!”

Homelander clambered to his feet, guided by the harsh grip at his neck, and trudged on.

When they finally arrived at the shower room, he was forced to strip in front of Arne– who made all sorts of derogatory comments about his body to the other guard.

“Skinny fucker, ain’t he? They really shoved his ass in a padded suit and figured nobody’d ever see that he ain’t all that?” Arne chuckled loudly. “They definitely were overcompensating for him, too. That supposed to be a dick?”

Homelander grimaced, making his way over to the area he’d been told to stand, roughly three feet ahead of a wall. He’d half expected a spout of water, or, well, anything else.

Instead, just as he looked down, he was blasted with a torrent of water, knocking back against the wall where he hit his head. He made to cover his face with his arms, but nothing helped. Nothing reduced the blistering force, no matter how tightly he curled up into a ball.

Homelander howled in agony when the blast veered between his legs, pummeling his cock and balls just long enough to make him unfurl and heave.

“I do fuckin’ love this thing,” Arne hooted while he practically drowned Homelander the cold force of the hose they used on unwilling participants.

When the blast finally stopped, Homelander’s skin was blisteringly raw, sensitive to the air around him. Even the slightest graze of air against his skin felt like he was being burned.

“Up you go.”

When he didn’t move, Homelander was met with a swift kick to his side. He rolled over, wincing in pain.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Arne chided. “I said get,” kick. “The,” kick. “Fuck,” kick. “Up!”

“Christ, man!” The other guard called out, voice somewhat shaky. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“I don’t remember askin’ for your fuckin’ opinion,” Arne shot back, continuing his onslaught until Homelander somehow managed to rise to his feet.

Things only got worse when he got back in the cell. Instead, he received the first of many very personal beatings. He was thrown against the wall first before Arne lifted him to stand in place as his personal punching bag.

God, he wanted to hit back. But his body was so…

It just felt like jelly. And it hurt so fucking bad…

“You fuckin’ supes,” Arne panted as he brought his fist to Homelander’s jaw for the umpteenth time. “Always lookin’ down on us humans. Treating us like shit, like we’re just playthings for you to fuck around with!” He gripped Homelander by the jaw.

“How’s it fuckin feel to be one of us?”

Homelander lost track of how many times he’d been hit. He’d damn near blacked out, crumbling to the ground when he simply couldn’t fucking take anymore. When all that was left of him was a ragdoll body, Arne finally smirked down at him, leaving him with one last parting gift.

A boot pressed against his balls, pushing down so hard that Homelander’s vision whited out while he moaned in agony.

A guttural scream tore from his throat when Arne stepped his full weight on him.

He thought they were going to burst by the time Arne finally let off.

“Too fuckin’ easy.”

Hours went by after the guard left, but all Homelander could do was lay on the floor and weep, tears mixing with the blood seeping from his mouth and nose, from the gash at his brow bone. His alter ego’s voice mocked him, mocked Arne, mocked the whole fucking situation. He did nothing to help with the pain and humiliation; he simply exacerbated how lifeless John already felt.

“B-Ben…” he hiccuped through a tight sob, crying out for the one person in the world who could possibly save him. The one person who ever really gave a damn about him…

He called out for his little spider over and over, voice small and quiet, praying that saying Ben’s name enough would summon him and everything could be okay.

He laid there all night, naked and shivering.

Cold.

They never did give him new clothes.

By the approach of the second week, Homelander had grown used to the nebulae of bruises marking his body. Every other day, Arne would drag him to the shower room and hose him down, pelting all of his aches and pains raw all over again. All that, and he wasn’t even clean. Homelander was at least partially convinced Arne enjoyed making him suffer his own body odor.

His face was seemingly forever swollen, battered black and blue from the amount of times he’d been socked in the head. By now, he couldn’t recall what his face looked like when it wasn’t broken.

He decides to count himself lucky that the most permanent of the damage so far was simply a chipped molar.

The worst, though, was how fucking thirsty he is. He still hasn’t released that last scrap of pride, silly as it was not to just drink from the fucking sink. It was the last thing he could control, the last low he could stop himself from stooping to, but it seemed it wouldn’t be long until he would have to. The only liquid to have touched his parched tongue came from when he’d be hosed down, but it just wasn’t enough.

Perhaps the guards had begun to realize he was on the cusp of severe dehydration. He should’ve known better when one of the regular ones walked his food tray in rather than use the hatch.

Homelander was shocked to find several things different about the setup. The first being that there was an actual fucking plate for his food. A paper plate, but a plate no less. The second, a spoon– plastic, but still a fucking spoon.

The third?

A plastic cup of water– with fucking ice, too.

The first few aggressive gulps didn’t even register taste, but when they finally did…

“Jesus– Fuck!” John gags, spitting the liquid out and swatting at his tongue as though he could smack the bitter, salty taste off his tongue. If he would’ve only had his superpowered nose, he’d have fucking known better…

From outside the door, he can hear Arne cackling. The realization of what he drank had him running for the toilet, heaving up what little was in his stomach, gagging even more when the taste of bile touched his tongue.

He fails to hear the sound of the cell opening.

“Oh, but you gotta drink up!” Arne sings, words gripping Homelander with terror.

A hand catches the back of his head and he’s being shoved further into the toilet, face submerging into the putrid muck inside.

“Can’t hear ya in there,” Arne taunts, yanking Homelander’s head from the water for but a moment. “What’s that?” He asks over the sound of heaving gasps. “Still thirsty?”

John barely has time to gasp a full breath before he’s underwater again, thrashing to free himself to no avail. He was too weak now.

Too weak to do anything but accept whatever was done to him.

After fighting for his life for god only knows how long, he was cast off to the side, gasping and sputtering, face and hair stained with his own vomit.

“Who’da ever thought Homelander was a fuckin’ piss drinker?” Arne laughs as he exits the room, kicking over the tray of food on his way out. “Bon appetit!”

John weeps silently for what must have been an eternity before he finally finds enough gumption to put his head under the sink, rinsing off the dried crust from his face and hair as best as he could. He splashes water over his battered face until his arms begin to ache. Even then, he still didn’t feel clean.

He brings handfuls of water to his mouth, swishing it around to rinse and spit the taste away. Eventually, he succumbs. Presses his mouth to the edge of the faucet and sucks heaping gulps of water, drinking and drinking until it sits heavy in his gut.

The man in the mirror looks back at him, prideless and ruined. Battered and broken.

Just another toy for someone else’s sick sadism.

Over the next few days, his food arrives swamped with urine. He has to flush the contents to hide that he’s not eating. He begins to starve, becoming weaker and weaker with every passing day. His stomach begins to moan and roar regularly and painfully as he becomes miserably fatigued.

No longer could he stand without a dizzy spell taking him back to either the floor or his bed, and he counted himself lucky that he had started to simply pass out when Arne would decide he was overdue for a good beating.

At least when he woke up dangling from the chains, the only thing left to feel was the aches.

These were the days when he truly doubted he could continue on. Doubted if he’d wake up in the morning, doubted if he’d see the sunlight again.

If he’d ever see Benjamin again.

Between the pain of the beatings, starvation, mental anguish, and his broken heart, he didn’t know if he could take any more.

On the fourteenth day, he was chained again, begging for mercy as Arne drags a blade across his right cheekbone, tip digging deep. The blood that seeps from him feels deceivingly warm, like one of those gentle caresses he’s so longed for. The blade trails down to flit across his neck, nicking his adams apple before slicing down the front of his shirt.

“You know,” Arne begins, teasing the point down the dip of John’s marred chest. “They said I only had to keep you alive. Didn’t say shit about what I could and couldn’t do to ya while I’ve got ya.”

John clenches his eyes shut in sheer terror, his blood running cold as the knife dragged from the waistband of his pants to trail over the curve of his penis.

“W-Why…” He chokes, his voice a squeaking whisper.

God… He’d finally broke hard enough to ask.

“Why not?” Arne counters. “You know, I’m not actually a workaholic. Used to have a family, a gaggle of kids, the whole deal, yeah?”

He didn’t look up to meet Arne’s eyes. He’d learned several times now that he was not permitted to look him in the eye.

Only equals did that.

“Till you came around, that is.” The guard continues, tone souring. “Ever think about your collateral damage, Homelander?”

The knife came up to his left breast, slicing slowly, making him hiss in pain.

“Ever think not to be so fuckin’ careless with those fancy fuckin’ lasers of yours!?” Arne rips the knife down, cutting deeper before the tip of the blade escapes John’s skin.

“I’m not gonna stop till you’re begging to die! Just like my little girl did! Begged, with her fuckin’ guts falling out, to die!”

The knife touched his shaft again and, for a split second, pure unbridled panic tore through his body.

“I’m gonna–”

Suddenly, the room went totally black.

After a moment, the emergency lights kicked on, illuminating everything in a dim red.

“Goddamn outages…” Arne grumbles, sheathing the knife to mutter into his radio. “You know, they’re having trouble payin’ the bills after all the shit you’ve done.” He grips John by the throat, holding tight until he begins to turn purple.

“You–”

Suddenly, a thud– a real fucking loud one at that.

Then, creaking. A loud groaning sound from the door that has barred him from the world this whole time.

Perhaps his eyes were deceiving him. His brain must be playing tricks, because there’s no way–

There’s no way he caught a glimpse of something red just barely peek over the window to the door.

There’s no way. It couldn’t be. It was all a sick, twisted trick to give him hope when there was none left.

But then… Why was Arne bracing himself..?

His cracked lips curled into his first smile in weeks.

Within the blink of an eye, the door was torn straight off the hinges, and hope stood at the threshold. Hope had come for him.

His prayers had manifested and hope had come for him.

In walked Benjamin, his beautiful, beautiful Benjamin, head tilting to the side in a calculating, cold observation.

“And just who the fuck–” Arne begins, but is silenced when Ben webs him to the wall.

“Johnny…” Ben breathes, removing his mask before falling to his knees before his love, gently taking John’s battered, bloody face in his hands.

His heart about fucking stops at the sight of him. Rage boils deep in his core as John falls into him, straining against the chains to nuzzle into his neck as close as physically possible.

“S’Okay,” he murmurs, removing his gloves to properly caress him. Ben strokes carefully up and down the length of his back as he listens to every detail John sobs against him. Every harrowing fucking word.

“-e-every day, he fucking– I– I can’t–” he hiccups, words spilling free faster than he can make them make sense. It’s messy, it’s out of order and hurried and babbled and–

And…

“Shh…” Benjamin shushes him, gently moving John’s face away to look at him. “I’ve got you, Johnny.” He says as he brushes his thumbs through the scruff on John’s cheeks. Ben reaches up and grasps a chain, snapping it from the wall in one clean yank. He repeats the action on the other side and John’s arms fall.

He rubs at them, breathing feeling and blood flow back into his love’s arms.

Ben is the first touch of warmth John has felt in so very long…

The shackles remain at John’s wrists, but Ben reassures him that they’ll be broken off later.

“You’re safe now, Johnny. You’re okay.” The web-head coos, fingers dancing at the nape of Homelander’s neck as he hugs him close, letting him muffle his cries. “It’s over, baby. We’re gonna go home…”

Once John’s tears dried, once the gruesome details were all out in the open, the web-head finally pulled back.

“Who?” Ben asks.

John can see something dark twist in his eyes. Something he’s only seen once before.

A violent promise.

A wordless vow.

“Tell me who did it…” Ben murmurs.

Tell me so that I may paint a mural of blood in your honor.

With a trembling finger, John points directly at Arne.

“H-Him.”

Ben smiles at him sweetly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, drawn out and gentle. He places his mask in John’s hands before his stands, walking over to Arne slowly.

The way he looks at him… Like a predator about to toy with its prey.

The first thing Benjamin does is remove Arne’s helmet.

John realizes for the first time that he’s never seen Arne’s face before. Now that he has, now that a real face was attached to the man who tortured him, he’s almost afraid he’ll never stop seeing it.

“Man, he made you sound like a real tough guy,” Ben teases, his tone dry. “You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

In a flash, Ben rips Arne from the wall, leaving tattered scraps of his anti-supe suit behind in the process. He throws the guard to the ground harshly. His head makes a dull thunk against the cement.

John skitters to jump onto the bed. It’s as if Arne being anywhere near him induces pure panic, which only makes Ben’s blood boil hotter.

Arne scrambles to his feet quickly, attempting to make a break for the door, but Ben catches him by the throat, hurling him to the ground once more.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like this game?” Ben asks, tossing Arne back down after another failed attempt.

Though his eyes were swollen and his vision somewhat limited, John watched closely. Part of him was afraid this was a dream. That blinking would dispel the illusion and he’d be back in those chains, standing on shaky legs as Arne cut away at him like a true butcher.

Ben grabbed Arne by the collar, hoisting him up to reattach him to the wall.

“I think you need a taste of your own bullshit,” Ben muses slowly. He grips Arne by the hand, squeezing harder and harder until he could feel the warning creaks of bones under too much pressure. Arne began to scream and writhe while Ben simply grinned, increasing the force more and more until–

“JESUS– OH FUCK!” Arne howls, head thrown back against the wall as Ben shattered his hand.

“Whoopsie daisies!” Ben giggled.

John cringed at the sight of Arne’s hand, but a flood of relief hit him. Somehow, the sight of the guard’s dominant hand, the one he always hit him with, being shattered brought him comfort.

“Mmm,” Ben hums. “Nah, not enough. Not yet.”

Suddenly, Benjamin drove his fist into Arne’s gut, making him hurl.

The realization that Ben hit him full force stirs something in Homelander. Ben never uses his full strength on others, not even on other supes.

He truly meant for the guard to feel every bit as helpless and weak as he’d made John feel.

“Shame,” Ben tuts, stepping away from the mess. “Hey, babe.” He peers over at John. “Didn’t you say he stuck your head in your puke?”

John nodded timidly.

“Welp. Guess it can’t be helped then. But first…” Ben lifted a hand to Arne’s face, resting his fingertips in various spots. He willed the setae in his fingerpads to embed, letting them burrow deep before slowly pulling back, ripping the flesh from his face.

He didn’t even wince at Arne’s screams.

Wordlessly, he repeated the process over and over again until the guard’s whole face was a blood soaked mess.

“You sure do bitch a lot,” Ben finally spoke. “I prefer my toys quiet, though. Open.” He orders, grabbing Arne by the jaw. Benjamin forces his mouth open before shooting a burst of webbing inside, clogging Arne’s throat just enough not to suffocate him.

“Much better.”

Once Ben was satisfied that Arne’s face would burn enough, he tore him from the wall and threw him face first into the puddle. He rested his foot over Arne’s head, pressing him down into it.

“Hmm… No problem doing it to others, but can’t handle it yourself?” Ben muses, twisting his foot against the back of the guard’s head. “Shame.”

Arne’s muffled screams left John feeling so satisfied. So happy just to see him feel even a fucking fraction of what he’s suffered.

Ben took a step back. The very second Arne rolled onto his back, the web-head drove his heel directly into his groin.

John swore he heard the sound of Arne’s testicles bursting, but it was mostly drowned out by the most blood curdling scream he’d ever heard. Not even he, on even his most unhinged day, had ever made someone scream like that.

“Tough luck, bud.” Ben chuckles. “I’m no doctor, but I don’t think you’ll be getting your dick up again after that one.” The wall crawler lifted Arne once more to the wall, this time positioning him upside down.

The guard seemed totally out of it, and that just would not do.

“Nope, c’mon!” Ben shouts, slapping him harshly. “Wakey, wakey!”

Arne’s eyes fluttered open in a daze.

“Now, I just want you to know,” Ben arched a brow at him, smirking. “You’re gonna feel this the whole time.”

He wasted no time in ripping the top part of the anti-supe suit away, revealing Arne’s chest. Ben pushed his thumbs against his sternum, fingernails breaking through as his flesh gave way, digging deeper… deeper…

Arne couldn’t even muster the scream at this point, just silent hisses and squeaks of agony.

Homeland watched with bated breath as Ben quite literally peeled away Arne’s ribs, snapping them away and chucking them to the floor.

“I saw once, in some shitty horror movie or something, that you can’t pass out from pain,” Ben mused nonchalantly, staring down at Arne’s agonized face. “Let’s test that.”

Ben snaps one final rib, and grins at the sight of Arne’s exposed heart.

“In the next life, keep your hands to yourself.” He says, kneeling down to be eye level with the guard. “Or I’ll fucking find you there, too.”

Ben drove his fist through Arne’s chest, snatching his heart out in one slick motion. He made his way back to John, handing over the dying organ to his awestruck lover.

“Feel it die.” Ben whispers. “Feel him die and know he’ll never fucking touch you again.”

When all was said and done, Ben carried him out. His blood drenched suit was more than enough of a threat to get them past the remaining guards without confrontation.

Much as he’d like to claim otherwise, John passed out shortly after he felt the sun shine against his face.

He shot up as soon as he came to, mind screaming that it had all be a sick joke– that he was going to wake up to gray cement walls, paper thin sheets, and that bitter cold. He yowled at the pain of his injuries, falling back to the bed.

To the soft, warm, comfortable bed… Surrounded by blue walls… In a room with a window.

The sound of shuffling from the bathroom coming his way had him bracing to be met with his abuser, but…

In ran Benjamin with an arm full of bandages and gauze, holding a water basin in the other.

“Shh, shh…” hushes his little spider as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. “It’s okay, Johnny. You’re safe. You’re home…”

Ben strokes softly at the left side of his face, gently cooing love and tear-filled promises that wash over Homelander like a healing rain.

“I–” He began before ceasing. His throat was incredibly sore, perhaps from dehydration, but most likely because he’s spent the last two weeks screaming and sobbing. Instead, he let his tears spill silently.

Benjamin was gentle with him– something he’d missed so fucking dearly. He hated how he flinched away from his little spider, but Ben promised him that it was okay. That it was normal after everything he’d been through.

Ben worked first to bathe him. He’d assembled a tub of water for rinsing, as well as one with some soapy water. Both were warm and comfortable, swapped out each time Ben felt they became either too cold or dirty.

It was his first taste of dignity in… god, he couldn’t even tell anymore. It felt like decades, even if it wasn’t.

He sighed when Ben tilted his head upward to massage the cloth into his hair, working the grime out in such a simple yet effective way. That alone made him feel so much better.

But even more so when he brushed it in soft circles against his face, removing the build up of oil and blood, sweat and tears… Stripping away the evidence of his suffering inch by inch, dabbing gently over the gash on his cheekbone.

Perhaps it was his overfamiliarity with pain, now, that kept him from wincing at the burn.

Or maybe it was the fact he was staring up at the love of his life– his hero– that truly numbed the pain.

Either way, the soothe of ointment against the cut and the patch of gauze taped in place were second only to the kiss pressed to his lips. His eyes fluttered shut and he choked on a sob, lips quivering against Ben’s

From there, he wept the whole time, taking shuddering breaths as Benjamin cleaned and wrapped him. His little spider was so gentle with him, so tender and careful. He left kisses over every splotch of black and blue, each peck a promise of safety, of love, of never suffering like that ever again.

He had forgotten what those tender promises felt like.

Now that he had them back… He could practically fucking drown in the vast sea of their love.

Ben stripped John’s lower half bare, noting each and every injury, gritting his teeth when he saw the bruises marring his genitals. For a moment, he truly believed he didn’t torture that fucking scumbag nearly enough. But… No.

No, right now he needed to stay calm and care for his Johnny. Needed to wash the past away from him and help him start clean, literally and figuratively. No amount of fury, no amount of pain inflicted on that guard would ever undo the abuse Homelander had been subjected to.

No, it was time to heal.

Homelander whimpered when Ben began to clean the insides of his thighs, tears falling even harder when Benjamin asked permission to give him a thorough cleaning rather than simply wipe over him. He stifled his sobs as he felt Ben handle him tenderly, working pliant skin around to wash him properly, front and back. It was humiliating, but… Somehow, it was alright.

“Still okay?” Ben paused, thumbing away some of his tears.

Homelander leaned into his touch and finally had his impending breakdown. Full body sobs tore through him, each one releasing his pain, his shame and humiliation, his terror and anxieties…

Everything.

Ben crawled into bed and simply held him, letting his frail lover take shelter in him. The wall crawler did the only thing he could think of and began to hum.

He hummed and hummed, pausing only when his throat clenched too tight from sorrow. Oh, how he hated what was done to his Johnny. How he fucking hated himself for not finding him sooner.

Eventually, Homelander calmed down, too fatigued to continue.

Benjamin took the time to dress him in soft clothes before carrying him to the kitchen to allow him his first dignified meal in weeks.

Much to John’s initial upset, Ben wouldn’t start him off with a full meal– though he did scarf down every morsel of the ham sandwich Ben gave him, trusting his food for the first time in days. And, oh, how the taste bloomed in his mouth.

Real fucking food.

Even the electrolyte drink Ben provided tasted heavenly.

“I just don’t wanna risk refeeding syndrome, y’know?” Ben explained gently, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. His next words were but a whisper.

“I can’t lose you twice…”

John swallowed hard against the tidal wave of emotion that washed over him. That was the only fucking reason in the world good enough to prevent him from just raiding the fridge himself.

It would be baby steps from here on, at least until he was stable. Ben doubted the full effect of losing his powers had even hit Homelander yet. He’d been far too busy just trying to survive to even realize…

But that was okay. He would be there. Benjamin would take every single step it took to adjust right alongside his Johnny. Even if it meant he, too, would stumble or fall, he’d be there.

“Welcome home, Johnny.” Ben murmured as Homelander nuzzled into the crook of his neck, both cozied up in bed. “Welcome home…”

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #whump #extreme whump #all hurt with later comfort #this hurt me very much while i wrote it but #fuck if i didn't wanna see this man whumped by someone just as fucking sadistic as he is/was- if not more #depowered homelander