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the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you) - 9

title: the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you)

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Story Summary: Jazz is tired of the ghosts, tired of her parents not doing enough, tired of Phantom's recklessness and her brother's persistent exhaustion. When she yells all of her frustration at her parents after nearly getting killed by a ghost, she gets sent to Vlad's mansion in Wisconsin for the weekend - where she's offered a chance. She could have the ability to fight back, protect her brother and her town. Jazz leaps at the prospect. When she returns to Amity Park at the end of the weekend, it's with abilities and strength of her own, and she's fueled by anger and disdain. And she's got her eyes, first, on Danny Phantom.

Chapter 9 of 10: I Can't See, But I'll Follow You

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Weeks bled into months as Jazz slowly integrated with ‘Team Phantom,’ as Tucker kept calling them. She learned her way around their parents’ equipment so she could ‘help’ fight ghosts.

The more time passed, the more guilt she felt at not fessing up about being the Trapper, but also the more she realized she simply couldn’t. Too long had passed with her lying to them, too many more lies by omission and outright dishonesty had occurred in the months since the incident with Dan.

Her parents’ weapons were easier to learn than she’d anticipated, at least, largely due to the fact that, apparently, Vlad had entirely ripped off their designs in her own weapons. She knew how to work them because they were exactly the same as what she used as the Trapper. She wished she could say that was the biggest surprise when it came to Vlad. Unfortunately, a few days after the entire CAT incident, Plasmius had shown up to fight Phantom and Jazz had gotten the entire story about Vlad while bandaging up burns littering Danny’s body.

The next time he’d shown up, the Trapper had had a lot of fun beating the hell out of the vampiric ghost. She wasn’t sure why Plasmius had taken it easy on her during their scuffle, but she knew he had. Her best guess was he didn’t want to risk hurting his ‘pawn,’ which she did know was how he saw her.

Vlad had known her brother was Phantom when he’d made Jazz into a weapon and pointed her at Danny like a loaded gun, when he’d cleverly stoked her stubbornness and made her suffer. It was a poetic irony, she supposed. She’d learned more about Danny’s accident, knew he had felt agony just like she had. Her pain had lasted longer, she’d surmised, but his torment had been worse, his had killed him.

Maybe that was why she had to continue to suffer - why karma had declared her an enemy. He had died and she hadn’t. Everytime she came close to confessing, something would come up, some shame she had would be remembered. She had only been hunting him for a few months, but those handful were enough to leave a lifetime of shame in their wake. Jazz wondered, sometimes, how her parents would finally react when they learned the truth - she wasn’t a fool, she knew they’d learn eventually - but the longer it took them to figure it out, the more scars they gave their son.

Jazz was tired. She was tired of the ghosts, tired of the pain, tired of the lies, the bandages she gave to Danny and, in hiding, gave to herself. She was just tired. She honestly wasn’t sure anymore who was more exhausted - herself or her brother. Both of them still fought, still protected the city, but Jazz did so by herself. Danny had his friends and Jazz to fall back on.

Jazz had no one, because of her own fear of confessing to her brother. Yet still, the Trapper appeared whenever she could, desperately still trying to keep Danny out of as many fights as possible, even though he could more than hold his own.

It came as a surprise, then, when Mrs. Tetslaff cornered her one day after gym.

“I need to talk to you about your brother,” she said gruffly and Jazz forced down a sigh.

“Yes?” She answered, resigned. Jazz had never disliked a teacher until all of this began - how blind were they, to miss the bruises and scrapes littering her and her brother?

“He’s failing gym. The President’s test is coming up and he needs a gym buddy to whip his scrawny butt into shape so he doesn’t fail.”

Jazz crinkled her nose in irritation. Danny was a verifiable badass - he may not be able to bench press a bus when he was human, but he could still juggle bowling balls like they weighed nothing, and that didn’t even mention his stamina or speed. “Really?”

Tetslaff snorted. “You seen your brother, kid? Boy’s a twig who could get knocked over by a soft breeze.”

Jazz had to bite back her laugh - between herself and Danny, they were the two most dangerous people in this school, by a large margin. She may not be as super powered as him, but she was no regular human. “I see what you mean,” she lied. “What do you need from me?”

“Well, on account of your whole… family thing… I just don’t feel comfortable assigning another student to be his gym buddy, too much chance of ending up at FentonWorks.”

Jazz leaned her head back, unable to stop the groan that escaped her. “But since I live there, I’m a great choice, right?”

Tetslaff shrugged. “You’re fit enough, especially when compared to your brother.”

Again, Jazz wanted to remind this lady that the two of them had the power to level this school, but she didn’t. It was petty, anyway. “I’ll work with him this evening.”

The gym teacher did something with her face that roughly approximated a grin and handed Jazz a piece of paper going over what all would be tested. Pull ups, push ups, running a mile, crunches, and squats. Jazz managed to hide her eye roll until after she’d turned and walked away.

“How are you failing gym?” Jazz asked, exasperated, as soon as she found Danny after the final bell, hanging out with Sam and Tucker as usual, isolated off in a corner of Casper’s grounds.

Danny shrugged. “I can’t really explain suddenly becoming an Olympic level athlete, can I?”

“Especially not when he’s been a fitness failure for fourteen years up until then,” Tucker added, grinning. His grin was quickly replaced by a yelp when Danny volleyed a small ectoblast at his friend, who leaped out of the way.

“You’re failing too, Tucker,” Sam added, rolling her eyes.

“How?” Jazz asked. “You people fight ghosts! And you,” she added, poking at Danny with her finger to drive home her point, “aren’t human! You can easily at least get a C in this class!”

Danny flinched slightly at her words and Jazz looked at him in confusion. She’d heard him say dozens of times by now how he wasn’t human, said it with humor. “That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Danny said.

“What?”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Jazz. To suddenly not be human anymore, to have abilities you don’t understand and can’t control,” Danny explained. I know more about that than you think I do, she thought grimly, remembering how she had to learn to stop jumping on accident when she walked after her own transformation. “I don’t have… I don’t know, control? The ability to tell what’s enough and what’s too much? So I don’t give any.”

“You don’t know at what point it stops looking human and starts looking ghostly?” She asked, understanding.

Danny nodded. “I don’t know where the limit is. So I do the absolute bare minimum.”

“Then we have a problem,” Jazz said, pulling the President’s Test guidelines from her pocket and handing it to him. “You have to pass this or you’re going to fail. Tetslaff stopped me earlier and made me your designated fitness buddy.”

Danny and Tucker groaned, but Sam cackled. “I told you there was no way Tucker would get a buddy and you wouldn’t, Danny!”

“But I can’t!” Danny protested, scowling as he read the sheet Jazz gave him. “I’m not that good an actor. I don’t know how to try to hold myself back while acting like I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“C’mon, little brother,” Jazz said with a sigh. “We’ll work on your acting skills and try to establish a baseline of how to pretend to be normal.”

“Wanna fly home?” He asked, grinning, his earlier low mood gone.

“Of course,” she answered with a smile. She’d been right when she guessed Danny’s favorite ability was flight. They double checked the coast was clear before he triggered his transformation, Sam and Tucker waving farewell as Danny reached out for Jazz and she took his hand. She shivered as he shared his power with her, lifting the two of them with ease far into the sky.

“I’m sorry about how I reacted to the human comment,” he said suddenly, when they were high above the ground.

“It’s fine,” Jazz said, waving it away. “I didn’t know it still bugged you, I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“I didn’t think it still bugged me either,” Danny admitted, the two of them drifting leisurely through the sky. “I thought I got over it. It’s been a year, y’know? You’re supposed to get used to things after some time has passed.”

“Danny, you’re allowed to still be emotional about a traumatic event.”

“It wasn’t that bad…”

“Danny.” Jazz said sternly.

He sighed. “Okay, it was awful. An eleven on a scale out of ten. But I survived and it made me superhuman. I’m supposed to be fine by now.”

Jazz looked at him sadly as he lowered them to the ground in an alley near the house. “Trauma with a happy ending is still trauma, Danny. Please, at least with me, don’t bottle it up? I understand more than you think I do.”

Danny just shrugged, flickering back to his human half and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I appreciate the pep talk Jazz, but you can never understand what I’ve gone through, what I’ve had to do to survive. The lying, the secret identity, the missed classes and skipped sleep… the pain,” his voice broke at the word, “you just can’t understand.”

You mean all the things I’ve grown familiar with, too? The struggle of hiding yourself, of forming lie after lie? The pain as you heal from injuries, the pain of feeling like you’re being ripped apart from the inside because you made a stupid choice? I’ve got twice as much, now - hiding my own secrets along with yours.

“Even if I can’t fully understand it, let me be your safety net, okay? I know there are some things you just can’t tell Sam or Tucker, ever, but I want you to feel safe telling anything to me,” Jazz said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. And hope you still feel safe around me if you learn what I am.

Danny shrugged again, forcing her hand away. “I don’t want to talk about this right now. We have gym stuff to work on. Do you have any bright ideas on how I can pretend to be human?”

“First, by remembering you are human,” she said, unlocking the gate to the back yard with Danny following behind. “Then we’ll get an idea of the upper limit of your abilities as a human and figure out what a C minus student’s limits would actually be.”

“C minus?”

“Would pre-accident you do any better than that?”

“Shut up.”

Jazz laughed as she pulled the grading sheet from her pocket, smoothing it out. “Okay, so, first I think we should look at running, because -“

“Get down!” Danny yelled, grabbing her arms and granting her his intangibility as concussive blasts sounded around them, her ears ringing as the shockwaves settled. Danny pushed her behind him, transforming back into Phantom as she stumbled and fell, a crater now formed in the ground.

“That ghost sense of yours really is nearly useless, isn’t it?” Jazz asked, clutching her head even as she swore internally. She had trained herself to ignore the signals screaming Ghost! at her the more time she’d spent around Danny.

“I’m busy, Skulker,” Danny said, squatting into a protective stance, firmly between Jazz and the hunter.

“You’re never too busy for me, ghost child,” Skulker proudly declared.

“Yeah, I can be. Actually, just assume I always am,” he said, shooting at Skulker with an ectoblast.

“Aw, I’m injured, whelp,” Skulker mock-whined, dodging the blast and lobbying one of his own in return, grinning wickedly at Jazz. Danny swore as he realized Skulker hadn’t aimed at him, jumping in front of Jazz and throwing up a shield.

Skulker opened his mouth to say something but with a flash of light he was suddenly gone without a trace. Danny lowered the shield, turning and reaching out to help Jazz up.

“What was -" Jazz started, accepting the offered hand, only to be yet again cut off as the same white light suddenly enveloped her and Danny. “- that?” She finished, rubbing the blind spots from her eyes, only to suddenly find herself in some sort of jungle, surrounded by green that reached so high above her it nearly blotted out the blue of the sky high above.

“If I had an allowance, I’d be willing to bet all of it on ‘another Fenton invention’ being the culprit,” Danny said.

“Did they teleport us?” Jazz asked, still trying to blink the dark spots from her vision.

“No, but I think we just got a guest role on the next Honey, I Shrunk the Kids movie,” Danny said, pointing straight upwards. Jazz had to squint through the fading blackness until she finally realized she was still beside the house, the bright orange blob in the sky being her father leaning out the Ops Center window. “Dad had said something a few nights ago about working on an invention to shrink ghosts in size.”

“I hope it has a reverse button,” Jazz grumbled, wiping dirt from her pants.

“So do I.”

“So now we have to get all the way up there. Can you fly us?” she asked, eyeing the wall of the house - it may as well be miles away.

“‘Course I can,” Danny said. Jazz grabbed his hand and he lifted them, but almost immediately he began straining to catch his breath. He sat her down on top of a blade of grass, taller than any tree Jazz had ever seen. He collapsed to his knees on the blade next to her, a sheen of sweat across his face. “Uh. Maybe not. My powers. Something feels wrong. My core -” Danny clutched at his chest, visibly fighting to breathe.

Jazz managed to not panic, though just barely. Danny didn’t have to breathe as much as a normal human - she didn’t think she’d seen him fight for air since his accident, even punches to the stomach that knocked the wind out of her didn’t phase him. “Are you okay?” Danny glared at her and she held her hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry. Standard question.”

“We’re gonna have to go the long way,” Danny decided. Jazz briefly considered outing her secret and flying them up herself, but decided that admitting she was her brother’s ‘enemy’ while he was so weak he could barely fly wasn’t the best idea. Danny flew back over to her and had them halfway back down when gravity suddenly grabbed at them both, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Jazz landed on her shoulder and she bit her tongue painfully to keep from crying out. The nanobots stirred angrily below her flesh, a swarm of ants demanding to be released in response to her pain and rising adrenaline. “Are you okay?” She managed, forcing herself to her feet and going to Danny’s side. He was curled into a ball, again grabbing at his chest.

“No,” Danny groaned, visibly having to force himself to sit up. “My core. Using my powers hurts.”

“C’mon,” Jazz said, helping Danny to his feet, even as he leaned heavily against her injured shoulder. She winced but Danny thankfully didn’t notice, too absorbed in his own problems. “We have to get to the Ops Center and reverse this.”

She helped him forward for several staggering steps until he pulled his weight off of her. “I think I’m okay, the pain’s gone away. So long as I avoid using my powers, maybe I’ll be alright,” Danny said.

In typical Fenton’s Luck fashion, as soon as the words were out of his mouth, a flash of white briefly obscured his feet. Both of them covered their eyes from the sudden bright light.

“Well. That can’t be good,” Danny said, looking at his red tennis shoes.

“Has this ever happened before? A partial transformation?” Jazz asked, the sight of Phantom’s suit and Fenton’s shoes somehow unnerving. The two continued to the door as they talked.

“Only once - the first time I used my Ghostly Wail, it was really draining. But this feels… different? Like my core is… I don’t know, diminishing?”

“The weapon that shrunk us. Could it shrink your core out of existence?” Jazz asked, frowning.

Danny paled, the possibility seemingly aging him far beyond his fourteen years. “That would kill me.”

“What?” Jazz asked, stopping and grabbing his arm, forcing him to turn to face her. “What do you mean?”

“It… it was something future Vlad told me. I killed - uh, Phantom killed me, I mean, Fenton. You know what I mean. But my human body didn’t decay right. I - he - future human me - resembled a charred corpse within hours of his - my? - murder.”

“Ancients,” Jazz muttered, horrified. “That’s how dark Phantom killed, uh, him?”

Danny shook his head. “No. It’s how the portal killed me. Apparently, my human side’s death was quick and didn’t leave visible injuries. No, the body began burning to a crisp after the death.”

“Wait. Are you telling me that without your ghost half…?”

“My core is what keeps me alive. As gross as it is, Vlad did tests on future me’s corpse to see why it… did that. I don’t know the science of how he figured that out - I don’t think I want to know what happened to my body - but without my core, I’m a goner. If my core is fading… The only reason Vlad lived is because he isn’t fully half and half, like I am.”

“Then we need to hurry,” Jazz said, her heart dropping as she gazed up, realizing what she had to do - her secret versus her brother’s life? His life won, every time. “Danny, I -”

Their conversation was again interrupted by blasts, but Danny wasn’t able to protect her this time. Jazz screamed when the blasts sent her flying and she slammed into a boulder-sized pebble head first, gasping for air as pain flooded her senses, dimming the rest of the world and scattering coherence to the wind.

“Jazz!” Someone yelled, her brain too fuzzy to recognize the distorted voice, though it was familiar.

She struggled to her feet, hearing nearby sounds of fighting as though she had cotton in her ears. Groaning, she touched where the pain was the worst, on the back of her head. Jazz stared at her hand and knew she should be more concerned by the red paint on it… but she had something else to do. What was it? She couldn’t remember. There was something screaming in her head, there was a pull in her chest.

“Jazz!” The familiar-but-unable-to-be-placed voice said as a weight forced her to the ground and heat rushed around her. Oh, the person had tackled her. Why? Her entire body hurt already, and that didn’t help. Rude. “Jazz, come on! Damn it Skulker, if you’ve hurt her, it will be your head on my wall!”

What an odd name - Skulker. Did he skulk a lot? Maybe a friend of Sam’s… “Jazz, please!” Danny said, shaking her shoulders. When had she stood up? Oh! The voice was Danny!

“Danny? You sound weird…” Jazz said. Or, at least, she thinks she said it? She had gotten distracted remembering that time Danny had inhaled helium at a birthday party for one of the neighbor’s kids. What was that kid’s name…?

A robotic laugh grated against her aching skull and her entire body tensed on instinct. This voice was familiar too, but it carried a sense of danger, entirely different than Danny’s comfortable familiarity had been. “As if you could beat me, whelp.”

Jazz turned her head to look at the figure the uncomfortable voice came from, squinting. Her vision was still blurred, she could make out a lot of silvery gray and blue, backlit by a light she couldn’t find the source of.

Something shuddered beneath her skin - not painful, but not pleasurable either. She scratched at her arm, expecting to see a bug or a bite or something that caused the feeling, and was surprised to find nothing, just unblemished skin.

“How many times have I beaten you by now? A rusty trash can puts up more of a fight!” Danny said.

Jazz stared at him. Had her brother always had white hair? Was hers white too? She pulled her braid forward, confirming it was red and not white. That white… there was something important about that white.

“You’re powerless, ghost child. You’re nothing against me without death’s gifts.”

Death? Ghosts? Was Skulker going to hurt Danny? The thought triggered a surge of energy, still in her skin, and she forced it down. She didn’t know why she did that - there was a sense of… fear?

She groaned and closed her eyes, her thoughts were so muddled. Her aches and pains had aches and pains, she felt like there was something inside her skin that shouldn’t be there, something was wrong but she couldn’t figure out what, and, damn it, why was everything still so blurry?

“I don’t need my powers to beat you into a pulp,” Danny growled, placing himself between Jazz and Skulker. Wait, that’s wrong, isn’t she supposed to protect him? She’s the older sister! She began to protest when a white flash around Danny’s legs interrupted her. She stared at his legs in confusion, realizing he was now in jeans instead of the black jumpsuit he’d had on. How’d he change so fast? Why was he in that ridiculous jumpsuit anyway?

“Let’s find out if that’s true, then.” Skulker said with a smirk, raising his arm and aiming at Danny’s chest, numerous weapons erupting from the suit. She heard them whir right before they fired.

“No!” Jazz yelled, rushing forward and pushing Danny to the ground, bracing to take the blasts, that she had no doubt would be fatal to her, might even still kill Danny, too. The power within her screamed, begging her to let it out. She gave in, disregarding the fear, not knowing what would happen. Warmth rushed down her entire body and fabric suddenly covered every inch of her. She heard the shots explode, but she was uninjured?

Jazz looked up, seeing the world was slightly tinted around her. At first she thought it was because of the mask she now wore - how had that happened? - but realized that wasn’t it. A sheer, purple bubble wrapped about the two of them, Skulker beyond it.

“Jazz?” Danny whispered beneath her, terror lacing his words.

Right! Ghost! He was scared of the ghost! Why else would he be scared?

She stood up slowly, still slightly wobbly, her entire body aching. Whatever power she’d summoned seemed to be soothing the injuries to a manageable level, at least. Or she was in shock.

…She hoped it was the magical healing suit option and not shock.

The shield wobbled as she did, lasting just another moment before evaporating. Mirroring Danny’s earlier actions, she planted herself firmly between him and the ghost.

“Trapper,” Skulker growled, disdain twisting his features before being replaced by humor. “Of course you’re the Violet Trapper.” Skulker tilted his head to the side, trying to talk past her, to Danny. “There is not a single person in your family who doesn’t hate the ghost child, is there?”

“Leave my brother alone,” Jazz said, finally giving herself over entirely to instinct, not trying to think about what she was doing or how she was doing it. Her body knew which way it wanted to move - she just had to let it.

She held her arms out to either side and shuddered as heat rushed down them. She closed her hands around the knife and gun as they formed. She didn’t study the small, pistol-like weapon that formed - she knew where the trigger was, even if she wasn’t sure how she knew.

Jazz fired and the fight was on. Somehow, she quickly gained the upper hand and she managed to get into close combat. She realized hand-to-hand (or knife-to-suit, at times) was where she excelled. She fought through the pain, through the confusion, through the muddled thoughts.

Skulker’s hand came flying towards her face and she turned, trying to duck around him, realizing too late she’d fallen for a ploy. His other hand, clenched into a fist, met her face with a crunch and was thrown backwards again. She was back on her feet before she registered the pain.

“Maybe I should take your pelt, too,” Skulker mused, stalking towards her. “A matching set can be just as valuable as a one of a kind trophy. I think I’ll - No!” His words were cut off as his form began to shudder, dissolving into a swirling blue light that had appeared.

She watched in fascination as he disappeared into a device in Danny’s hand, cursing and protesting the whole time, until Danny slapped a lid onto the… was that a thermos?

“Oh thank God, you’re alright!” She hurried forward, arms thrown out as she tried to hug her brother.

He flinched and evaded her hug. He remained just out of arm's reach, his face blank. “You. It’s you.”

Oh, had he not realized she had transformed or whatever it was she did? She concentrated on pulling the mask back and grinned when she felt it disappear. “It’s me!” She said, frowning when she felt a metallic taste in her mouth. She lifted her hand - still holding the knife - and wiped her mouth against the back of it. “Oh, ew,” she grumbled at the streak of red that stood out starkly from the purple of her glove.

“You’re the Violet Trapper. It’s you,” he repeated, voice breaking as tears began to fall from his eyes.

“Is that what this suit is? I can’t… my head…” Jazz closed her eyes, the throbbing in her head (and the rest of her body) beginning to climb as the adrenaline faded.

“Do you remember how to fly?”

She blinked at him a few times. She was human - humans can’t fly! She nearly said as much, but that same instinct she’d fought with held her tongue.

Fly.

It felt silly, ordering her body to do something impossible. She knew it would obey, though. A hoverboard appeared below her feet, lifting her several inches from the ground.

“I think so,” she said, adjusting her feet until the balance felt better. Danny cautiously moved closer. Jazz offered her hand to help him up but he just flinched again. She let her hand drop, the ache in her chest having nothing to do with physical injury. Why was he acting like this around her? She loved him, didn’t he know that? He did finally step up, though he went behind her.

She adjusted her feet again but the motion made her dizzy and she pitched forward slightly, sudden motion sickness bringing nausea with it. Danny’s cold arms wrapped around her waist - since when was he taller than her? - and held her steady.

“Fly us to the Ops Center. Pass out after. It helps to focus on the task, push the pain and exhaustion down even though it’s all you can feel right now. Just focus on getting to the next step and knowing rest will be there after,” Danny explained.

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience,” she mumbled, though she obeyed. Danny helped her navigate, she couldn’t look down. She’d never been one for vertigo, why was she now?

Oh, wait. That hadn’t been red paint on the back of her head, had it?

They flew into the open window and Danny pointed at a weapon on a table. “I think that’s it. Set us down next to it.”

Jazz managed to sit them down next to the device, though she quickly found herself on her knees, clutching her stomach as she dry heaved, pain like a knife in her head.

“Jazz? Jazz!”

She looked up, coming face to face with Danny. Worry burned on his face and in his eyes- she got the feeling he’d been calling her name for several seconds before she heard it.

“I’ve got the weapon set to reverse what it did and get us back to normal size, okay? I need you to press a button. I’ll help you as soon as I’m big, okay? We just can’t risk you passing out if we use it on you first. Can you do this for me?”

The words didn’t make a lot of sense but she understood ‘push a button.’ She held her arm up, still clad in the purple suit, and Danny helped her to her feet after a moment’s hesitation.

“C’mon, the adrenaline fade is causing you to crash and feel that head wound. Stay with me, Jazz. Stay with me.” A voice said at her side. Who…? Oh yeah, Danny! And Danny was… someone important.

A whimper escaped her as she tried to think, which only made her head hurt more.

“I’ve got you, Jazz. You’re okay. Damn it, she’s crashing hard.” The last sentence was mumbled and she barely heard it. Jazz. She was Jazz, right? He wrapped an arm around her waist and propped her against his side. She leaned her entire weight against him. She was struggling to remember him - and herself - but he was safe. She couldn’t remember his name right now, but she knew his presence meant she was safe.

He stopped in front of… something. A wall, maybe? He helped her lean against it, making sure her legs didn’t collapse beneath her. “Okay, I’m going to stand over there. When I say so, push the button, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she mumbled, struggling to hold on to his words. Push button. Wait for him, then push button. Button. Button. Button.

“Now!”

Button! Right, button! She pressed as hard as she could on the button. She felt the click of the mechanism and was briefly aware of a flash of light, but froze when she saw her brother, now a giant.

Now with black hair.

Memories rushed back and darkness consumed her, even as she saw that same flash of light heading for her.

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narciesuss · 1 year

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Season Two

Episode One: You thought bitch 🤪

WARNING! FULL DISCLOSURE! A message for your sensitive ass! Don’t take my advice or anything I say seriously. This is all for shits and giggles. Why you trippin?

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I don't wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders

Death has come to me, kissed me on my cheek, gave me closure

Immortal by design, I'll be meeting you here every time

Back from the dead

Sorry guys. I had to put some demons to sleep real quick. In the process I fell in love with a ghost, delusions, energy leeches, and a burden masked as a soul connection. Oh and I was trapped in the spiritual realm by this demon who was super into my wings, fucking weirdo.

Anyways!

The Universe has blessed me with isolation. My circle is small and cozy now.

I’m not gonna lie, the way most of my past connections ended left me heartbroken and sometimes literally beaten 💔

I don’t wish any harm on y’all, but you made the decision to burn that bridge. You made your bed now sleep in it, slobber in it! It’s so funny how y’all keep coming back and I still don’t hear a sincere apology.

Please stay away with your negative vibes ✋ get help.

But if you really want to be lurking and keep up with me then…

Welcome to The Motherfucking Kassie Show 💜

Here you’ll find me glowing the fuck up! And dissing you because this is my blog and I’ll write whatever the fuck I want.

But yeah you can always find me here 🤗 not in your DMs, not watching your story, not asking about your dumbass, and certainly not at your front door. YOU will find ME here ✨ because that’s all the access you have.

I can’t make everyone happy ✨

I’m just one of me 🖤 I can’t split myself into twos, threes, fours…

You don’t own me. I belong to myself and myself only.

If there is something I want you to take from all of this it’s self-love.

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Wednesday April 5th 2023 at 11:34 pm we had a Pink Libra Full Moon super charged with the essence of death and endings. I hope you all used this time wisely by cleansing and releasing what no longer serves you.

I sacrificed my every day journal/scrapbook/book of shadows and threw it into my Full Moon fire. I thought, I don’t longer think the same so I shouldn’t hold onto it. Shrug. Rough draft.

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Happy Easter my bunnies 💕

Repeat after me

I herby decree that my aura and chakras be cleaned and made pure

I herby decree that my soul and essence be cleaned and pure

I herby decree that my energy and power belong to only me

I call back my energy

I call back my power

I call back all that belongs to me. Anything that is no longer serving my best and higher purpose, I call back to me right now.

I demand peace for my soul

Repeat that shit every morning and every night before your pretty little eyes close for the day 💋

And!

I hope you’re setting those boundaries and walking in your true power. Claim it all because you’re going to need every drop where we’re going 🙃

👸🏻🤍

End Credits:

I wanna thank my coworkers for encouraging me to keep the series alive.

I wanna thank my cute dealer for being there through the ups and downs. You’re a real one 💚

I wanna thank my cat for doing the vibration thing that triggers the happy cells in my brain 🤓😺

I wanna thank the Universe for this glow baaaybeeeeee 😈

☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀☠️💀

Next time on The Kassie Show!:

I interview your mom 😮‍💨

We’re talking about Angel numbers and spiritual downloads and your mom 🫶

Episode Two is up Monday April 10th

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more trans eddie thoughts:

he's constantly getting into it with teachers who say transphobic shit and/or misgender him, which is (part of) why he's been held back so many times

he got into dnd rly young, before he'd figured his shit out completely, but that first time playing was a massive eye-opener because the character he created was a guy & for ~some reason~ ppl using he/him to talk about him was kinda awesome

his bandmates were the first people he told when he came up with his new name

he likes having his hair long, but for some reason tying it back makes him dysphoric

EEEEEEEE!!!!

Oh for sure, he's probably gotten more detentions than he could count just standing up for himself, much to his uncles complaints to the school. And first days are his worst nightmare, which is why when he finds out he's being held back for the first time he nearly has a full on breakdown in his room.

Because he can't do that again, can't go through the embarrassment of correcting his teachers on the first day, hearing all the kids laugh at him, the soft whispers of "freak" from the back of the room. Can't take the constant misgendering and dead naming from everybody, even those trying their best to understand his "situation" as they called it. Couldn't take another year of wondering if the people who were actually nice to him, of which there were very few, were being genuine or just putting on a facade to back stab him later. He couldn't play the constant cat and mouse game anymore and told himself he wouldn't

And, yet, at the beginning of August he found himself back, sitting at the same old wooden desk, attached to what he swore was a chair designed to be uncomfortable, listening as the teacher went down the list of names. Every name closer to his making him feel more and more sick to his stomach.

Joshua Miller...

Ashley Moore...

Caroline Munson?

It was as if Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest, fist clenching as he grit out a firm, "Eddie." And to his surprise the whispers didn't sound as deafening as they did the year before, so powerful.

"Pardon?" his teacher questioned, looking on at him with confusion. And instead of cowardly mumbling his name again he said it with pride, "It's Eddie." he looked up, making sure to make eye contact with the stout woman standing before him, "Not Caroline," he grit with enough attitude to make her cock an eyebrow at him. But, to his delight she didn't dwell on it further, just gave him a semi-judgmental up and down, made a note on her roll sheet and moved on.

'86, maybe it really was his year.

OKAY I LOVE THIS BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DO 😭 Not only does he give all of his DnD characters he/him pronouns, but by any means possible he will make them as strong as he possibly can, even if it means they're dumb as a rock because hearing the amount of hit damage he does to whatever villain they may be fighting, especially if it's the fatal blow always makes him feel so euphoric and happy. Especially the way everyone looks at him and cheers for him like he's some kind of hero. I also hc that his first character would be a Shifter idk why 🤷🏻‍♂️

YES!!! I also think they would be the first people he comes out to after his uncle, of course. And I think they would have a lot of questions but would wholeheartedly support him. Really, even after Eddie came out nothing would change between him and his band, he would just be "one of the guys", like he'd always been, and that's what be loved about them, they never treated him differently. But I honestly think they would love his name and the reasoning behind it. They would definitely think it's "metal" and would grin and laugh out of excitement for him, some even calling him lucky that he got to pick his own name and Eddie telling them not to push it with a soft smile. And one of them would definitely be disappointed they didn't pick his name even if in the back of his mind Eddie is thinking about how dumb of a name it was he wouldn't have the heart to tell them that.

Okay, I feel like this is so true and I just feel it. I think that when Eddie ties his hair back it makes him look more feminine and draws more attention to the "softness" of his face which everyone he asks swears doesn't exist, but he swears up and down that having his hair up just brings out his more feminine features so he never wears his hair down. But shit happens and things change. That "shit happening" happening to be the stuff with the upside down and that "change" being him not wanting to fight interdimensional with hair in his eyes if he can help it. So, he borrows a hair tie from Robin and smacks the hell out of some demobats. And almost the second they're done he starts taking it down but not before Steve cam stop him.

"Woah, dude, what're you doing, what if they come back," Steve exclaimed, shaming Eddie for his lack of readiness and quick relaxation.

But Eddie just shrugged, not giving much thought to it, "Don't like it," he explains simply, taking his hair down and shaking it out, adjusting it like it wasn't just going to get fucked up all over again.

Steve shook his head, "your funeral, Munson," he sighed, picking his ore up off of the ground.

"Wouldn't expect you to understand anyways, Steve."

#going feral currently #sorry it took me so long to get to this work wore me tf out lmao #Eddie Munson #Trans Eddie Munson #Stranger Things

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I have moved to a new place, which means going through some very, very old boxes of mine. Here's some running commetary I did for some of it on Twitter

Photo 1: When I was a little lass, I used to buy these chapsticks called Lipsmackers. They came in a zillion different flavors. I used to bite them like candy. To be fair they really, really marketed them as if they were candy. They made many of the caps with a hole in them so you could wear the chapstick on a necklace chain for some reason (which I did).

Why do I still have them? Well when I got older and stopped eating these things, I still liked to use them like a normal human, but also just to smell them, they were very nice smelling. They. Do Not smell nice anymore but that is to be expected. It's been a while.

Anyway that's a very weird product from the past, the joy of collecting all the flavors and wearing them on a necklace was just as much a part of the process as actually using them, they made every single one a unique color and I think that was to appeal to Collectors. Like I got legit so excited when I went to the store and saw New flavors. And the glittery-colored ones were like cracking open a pack of cards to find a Foil, lol

Also, I discovered my Chocolate Milk chapstick has the last name of my childhood best friend in pernament marker, I fucking borrowed her chapstick and never gave it back, which is hilarious to me

Dr Pepper was the best flavor, for the record.

Photo 2: So while I was reminiscing about lip gloss, I discovered the company STILL EXISTS (I assumed they were long dead, as many fads of the 90s go). So I bought a new pack for old time's sake! They're . . . not as good smelling or as tasty as I remember them being, but they probably have changed the formula in the time span of a couple decades, to be fair.

Photo 3-4: I just wanted to say this is peak cell phone design and I miss it. I got to play Snakebar, feel like I was using a Star Trek TOS communicator, I didn't have the incredibly depressing Entire Internet with me 24/7, it actually fits into even women's pockets, it has physical buttons, I see no downsides here.

Photo 5-6: A selection of some of my Littlest Pet Shop collection from when I was a kiddo. They are vastly superior to modern Littlest Pet Shop toys, and it saddens me that kids won't get to enjoy sets like these anymore. Not only do these things actually look like animals, but the attention to detail is incredible and they are functional toys. The frogs can 'leap' with a catapault. The mice can navigate a maze with a cheese that has a magnet in it. The chamelion changes color in warm water. They all did things. And they all came with accessories (food, brushes, cat litter boxes, etc) and playsets.

Photo 7: Typical box of toys from my youth: Dinosaurs dragons bugs monster trucks lizards roaarrrrr oh also a polly pocket, Iguess. This was the duality of a tomgirl who also happened to like Very Small Cute Things. So pretty much my toys were either typical "boy's toys" or they were Cute and Small (Littlest Pet Shop, My Little Pony, Polly Pocket, etc). I didn't like dolls except I did some have Barbies as a VERY tiny tot, but it was because I loved Barbie's Tiny Plastic accessories (tiny plastic shoes, food, whatever) more than the actual dolls, lol

Photo 8: Holy shit you guys I loved Giga Pets so much as a kid. This is a selection of some of them. (Well actually one of the ones in the photo is a Nano Pet) Giga Pets were a very popular spinoff of the Tamagotchi craze. Sadly these Giga Pets have sat too long in storage and their screens are pretty much fried, despite the fact that they otherwise seem functional; but it won't do much good if I can't see them properly. (If I tilt the screen at a really intense angle I can make out the display sometimes) I liked Giga Pets more than Tamagotchi because the Giga Pets had way more features and interesting things to do, as well as a wide selection of animal types. Sadly they are no longer in production.

Fun story, the pink Giga Pet in that photo is a Koala. I kept one alive for 100 consecutive days one time. That's an incredibly long time for a Giga Pet. Once he turned 100, we had a birthday party for him with a cake and everything. Not long after that, he died because the batteries got too low. I felt very sad when he departed.

I used to wear these things on a chain around my neck and went everywhere with them. So I had like 3 or 4 of these things hanging off me quite a lot. Again, I was pretty intense with my hyperfixations even as a kid, and I had a strong Collector sort of craving. I had Digimon as well, btw! I enjoyed the battle aspect to them, as primitive as it was. I wonder where the rest of my virtual pet stash is.

Photo 9: The first home computer our family had, the reliable little Macintosh SE. SOMEHOW, when I got this thing out of storage and flipped the switch, it fucking booted up without any problems. I can't tell you how intensely wild that is, this thing is incredibly old and so many things can go wrong with its parts at this age.

A lot of fond memories with this thing. I spent a LOT of time with Hypercard, making my own stacks and games. Played a lot of the original Manhole too. I know for a lot of folks, their first home computer was an Atari, but I grew up with Macs. Back then they were actually wonderful machines, though modern Mac products now leave much to be desired.

That's all for now for the Nostalgia hype.

#nostalgia #long post #mycontent

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newwavesailor · 4 months

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Thoughts on the upcoming Garfield Movie (2024) [SUPER LONG POST]

Chances are, unless you've been living in a remote cave in the mountains, you are aware that there's a new Garfield movie coming out in 2024. Yes, that's right. Twenty whole years after the disastrous live-action movie, and seventeen years following that film's sequel, and we are treated to the fat cat's antics on the big screen once more -- In full animation, no less.

However, you're probably aware of another quite notable aspect of this upcoming popcorn flick. An aspect of the film that has drummed up endless controversy, and it's the fact that the titular feline is voiced by none other than the internet's favorite punching bag, Chris Pratt.

Now, something like this isn't new. I remember when The Super Mario Bros. Movie was in the works, and they announced the cast, hearing the fact that this far-from-Italian man was going to be playing one of the most prolific video game characters of our time no doubt turned many people off. (It certainly didn't help that the trailers for said film showed him speaking in a so-called "normal voice") But once the film actually came out people had already started to warm up to him playing Mario.

But him playing Garfield somehow broke the entire internet, and it looks like people aren't going to be warming up to it the way they warmed up to Mario.

I personally think it boils down to the fact that Chris Pratt is already an pretty well un-liked name in the movie industry. First and foremost, there's his political controversies. I'm not going to go into too much detail, as I like to avoid talking about politics on my Tumblr, but Pratt has a well-documented history of racist actions. In 2019, he once wore a Gadsden flag on a T-shirt, a flag designed during the American Revolution which has been co-opted by white supremacists. He has also worn a Betsy Ross star baseball hat, which although not widely considered as racist, has been tied to other racist controversies, most notably one with Nike that same year. And let's not forget that Chris' brother, Cully Pratt, may be a member of the far-right supremacist militia Three Percenters, and Chris himself has alleged ties to the Zoe Church, a church in Australia that practices anti-LGBTQ+ conversion therapy.

So, yeah. He's not exactly what I would call a clean individual. On top of all this, he's seen as a rather boring individual by some, and upon reading up on these controversies, it sort of soiled my enjoyment of his other films, such as the aforementioned Mario and the Lego Movie.

Going back to Garfield, the other thing I would like to bring up is the fact that Garfield really only has two genuine voice actors (or three depending if you consider the live-action movies canon)

Without a doubt, the most well-known voice actor for Garfield was and still is Lorenzo Music, who portrayed the cat in numerous animated TV specials and the animated series Garfield and Friends. (1988-1994) He is the voice most people think of when they think of Garfield, but sadly, he passed away in 2001 at the age of 64. He also played other roles such as Peter Venkman in the The Real Ghostbusters, and Super Pac-Man in the Pac-Man animated series.

But it was Garfield that gave him stardom, and to this day, there are some people who say Garfield just doesn't sound the same unless it's done by him. But here's the kicker - He's been dead for 22 years. So, we need to find replacements.

Garfield's most prevalent voice actor for the past few years (while not the only one) has been Frank Welker, a voice actor who has acted in countless cartoons, but is easily best known for his long-running role as Fred Jones in the Scooby-Doo franchise, as well as voicing Megatron in numerous iterations of the Transformers franchise. Welker's role as Garfield has also been the source of controversy; You either love him or hate him, so I'm told.

Long tangent over. Back to the movie. What do I think? I'll give you my thoughts in the form of a checklist.

✅I like the trailer.

✅I don't like Chris Pratt's voice. (Or, just him in general.)

✅I think this film may will still be somewhat decent.

One of the defining (and probably most jarring) bits of the trailer to me is unfortunately, Chris Pratt's voice. As someone who grew up accustomed to hearing either Lorenzo Music or Frank Welker coming out of Garfield, hearing this distinctly human-sounding voice seemed rather odd. It worked with Mario, I think, because Mario himself is a human. Garfield is a well-fed tabby cat with the personality of a grumpy old man. And hearing Chris Pratt's rather upbeat voice coming out of him sounded rather jarring.

But in a way, I kind of liked it... at first. I thought it sounded not too far off from Frank Welker's Garfield voice, just with a slightly higher pitch. So, what made me change my mind?

!!!HOT TAKE INCOMING!!!

I think it may have had something to do with me learning about Chris Pratt's racist past and right-wing ties. That might have soiled it for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still probably going to see the movie. But I feel that if you do go out to see this movie, at least be somewhat aware of who you're giving money to. I know the people who watch Guardians of the Galaxy aren't necessarily bad people because they watch Chris Pratt as Star-Lord. But they need to be somewhat aware of the kind of people getting royalties.

So now, whenever I hear Chris Pratt's voice coming out of one of my cartoon icons, all I can really think is "This guy is a piece of crap in real life." And it's a shame too, because there's one part in the trailer that shows Pratt can deliver a decent, Garfield-y sounding voice.

In the part where Vic (Garfield's father, played by Samuel L. Jackson) asks if Garfield has ever jumped out of a train, Garfield responds with "I've never jumped." And this phrase is delivered in a deep monotone that sounds perfect for Garfield. I figure if the entire trailer had been done in that voice, it would have had a far less negative reaction from fans.

As for the rest of the trailer, it honestly looks good. I particularly like the character designs, and yes, Baby Garfield is just precious. Forget Baby Yoda, this one wins the award for cutest marketable character.

I'd also heard some people complaining about Odie's design. I previously made a post talking about how Odie's design may have been based on his original 1978 version, so I won't bring it up here.

Personally, once you can get past the confusing mess that was Chris Pratt's vocal performance, you get what looks like a decent film. I imagine it will end up a lot like the Mario movie -- Not a real critic pleaser, but I'm sure fans of the franchise will like it okay.

So, to put if brief, I'm somewhat excited. But I'm also in a conflict of interest. I honestly don't mind other people doing the voice of Garfield. I personally believe that people can be so bound to their nostalgia that to hear something that looks familiar but sounds different can come across as somewhat uncanny.

I grew up with Garfield. I had the Garfield and Friends: Behind the Scenes DVD as a child. I loved that DVD, and the free mini Garfield plush that came with it. So growing up, I knew Lorenzo Music as Garfield, despite being born after his death. So hearing Lorenzo's voice is nostalgic to me. But I refuse to let nostalgia get in the way of criticism. Just because something's new doesn't instantly mean it's bad.

With that being said, Chris Pratt as Garfield isn't terrible. He's just not a great Garfield. If the folks at Alcon Entertainment could replace him with a better voice actor, that would be great. But sometimes, it's not that easy. We are so close to May of 2024, and by then, the film will already be out. It would take a good while for them to scrounge a new Garfield voice. The first Sonic the Hedgehog movie had to be delayed a good few months to tweak the character design, and I imagine it would be the same if they were to find a new Garfield.

So in closing: Chris Pratt as Garfield? Big, fat hairy deal.

(Edit 1/1/2024: I reworded part of the ending to reflect my feelings about the voice a bit better.)

#garfield #the garfield movie #chris pratt #garfield 2024 #long post #tangents #I don't like chris pratt #garfield movie

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kasururigoth · 1 year

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kasuka headcanons

- love language is gift giving and he’s the absolute best at it.

- has a collection of a very niche topic (cats probably? idk I just see him gathering little cat-related trinkets. or a cat character, like garfield)

- immaculate taste when it comes to literature and cinema. absolute no knowledge on music tho. this boy probably only listens to white noise (and his girlfriend’s music.)

- brings dokusonmaru everywhere with him. can’t leave him alone at home, no one knows what that cat could be planning.

- he’d have more cats if he could, but sadly his schedule doesn’t allow him of. also dokusonmaru is friendly but he has severe only child syndrome (spoiled)

- it takes him at least five business days to process an emotion. sometimes more if there’s high demand.

- he started modeling while he was still in high school, but surprisingly no one gave him shit for that because “that’s shizuo’s little brother and you really shouldn’t mess with him.”

- has absolute no sense of fear.

(*kasuka when his brother tries to throw a whole fridge at him, some yakuza threaten him to cut his pinky off, a guy points at him with a knife, or a serial killer lands in front of his car* “another tuesday…”)

- remembers the paparazzis faces and refers to them with their names, which freaks them out all the time.

- he’s great and unbeatable at card games. (demian do you mean poker-type of card games or yugi-oh-type of card games? yknow what. both.)

- great but odd sense of fashion. could be wearing a vintage trench coat from the thrift store that was previously owned by an old, dead person. along with an overpriced yves saint laurent belt. a dollar-store plain shirt. a pair of pants that were a hand-me-down from shizuo from ages ago. and some expensive designer sunglasses.

- he believes in the lost art of love letters, but at very mundane occasions. he leaves notes to ruri around the house if he’s not going to be there. but not normal notes nonono. they’re 1900’s-esque purple prose with the most devastatingly romantic lines.

- oh, but he’s also the world’s most driest texter. he absolutely sucks at it and cannot reply in any ways that’s not monosyllables only.

- has very weird social media presence. mostly pr team has to take care of his accounts. his fans do enjoy more when it’s him posting, since no one knows what the hell do his posts even mean.

(kasuka posts a funny picture of a cat looking oddly into the camara, his manager tells him “delete that, yuuhei. it’s unprofessional.” the picture already has hundreds of thousands of retweets. it’s too late)

- sometimes he tries to come up with something funny during interviews so lighten up the air, as a lot of celebrities do. but due to his flat affect, no one can tell if he’s dead serious or just joking.

- he’s very much a loner. he doesn’t have any friends in the industry because of how unapproachable he seems like, neither did he have friends at school. but he doesn’t really mind. he comprehends that’s he’s hard to get along with, and why people don’t bother with him. so as long as he has his brother, his cat, and now ruri, by his side, he can be completely fine. also he has ton of fans around the world that love him exactly for the way he is.

- he appreciates every role that he plays as because his characters are the way he copes with what he’s missing. being an actor helps him deal with the emptiness of his being. he doesn’t do it for the fame, or for the money. he does it because, what else in the world could he do best? he learned to grow passionate about it.

#drrr #durarara #kasuka heiwajima #headcanons #every single one of these could just be shortened as “he’s autistic. he has autism. he’s on the spectrum #but that will be a ramble for another occasion #like I don’t think narita tried to write him autistic-coded on purpose #but it’s so OBVIOUS

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Also, here's the design evolution of Cat!Lincoln. I'll Copy-Paste the deviantart description below:

Here we have all the designs of Cat!Lincoln throughout the years, otherwise known as Lincoln getting progressively more fucked up looking

1. In the original sketch I drew him a bit dead-eyed and decided to go with it

2. Not terribly different from design 1 but different enough that I decided to separate them

3. Longtime watchers will know this, but to anyone new, this was Lincoln's cat design for over 2 years. I thought the ears would like really stylised but now that I look at it, they look like helicopter blades.

4. The pre-cursor to his current design from 2021. I couldn't figure out how to redraw that cheek fluff so I kinda just gave up and did my best

5. Aaaaaaaaaaaaand here he is in all of his traumatized glory! I also added the cheek fluff and muzzle change because I ran out of room but I still wanted to include them

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And now here's the actual drawings of designs 1-4

Now the slight design changes off the side of design 5

#the loud house #loud house #the loud family #furry #lincoln loud

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cloudsoffire · 10 months

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just some classic oversharing in the form of a bullet point list

fun facts about me

when i was like 11 or something my art got featured in a cringe compilation

i was in mormon boy scouts

both of my siblings are also trans

i was so bad at school that they sent me to another one that had crisis lines on the back of our ids

my first fanfiction was either wings of fire or warrior cats

i have on three separate occasions attempted to write a fic alongside another person which intersected.

none of these fics included a single canon character

none of them were completed, but the one i was most serious about had my partner abandon their side first. i wrote 23,510 words across the original and a rewrite, as well as detailed character bios with math as to each character and their abilities. because they were all ocs. every single one.

i have tried to get into game design but always gave up to quickly. i would draw map and ui plans on schoolwork though

i have livestreamed twice. once was undertale on youtube when i was like 14, and once was little witch nobeta on twitch. the latter contained in-depth criticism of capitalism to an audience of zero. probably for the best as my laptop is trash and the recording was choppy af

in seventh grade i wrote an undertale x hunger games fanfiction as a school assignment. look idk either. i think it was my first time writing for canon characters

i also wrote warrior cats fanfic (original characters, original clans, etc.) as a school assignment but i don't think it had to be fanfiction that time.

i have an unfinished 17k word original work set in a post-climate change society where serial killers are basically celebrities.

my biggest work is a 53,729 word original story

i actually have a lot of original stuff. a fair amount of it is horror or has horror elements.

a line i wrote for a fanfic a long time ago was so visceral and graphic that to this day my older sibling refuses to read my writing. it was just a character shooting another upwards through the chin but i'll admit the way i described it was a bit much. i haven't written anything on that level since.

oh right the "all ocs" thing wasn't true for one of the warriors fics. i briefly wrote scourge because i gave him fankids. and a mate.

okay let's just go over some of my original stories

androids

lawyers

chaos dimension

magical girls but gay and also they fight god and eventually blow up the world tree and its actually a lot more convoluted than i can put succinctly.

the grim reaper retires and chooses a dead kid to take his place. more of an episodic thing.

a girl who can't feel pain

a story you can tell was written out of frustration after reading the (garbage) be more chill book. it has a high school guy that immediately gets rejected at the beginning.

angel and demon try to kill each other (mt only romance thing)

submarine goes into an underwater labyrinth and a lot of people die

literally almost all the characters in these are queer. idk anyway back to me.

my first "relationship" ended in a couple days because i thought they deserved better. she was later found out to be faking being in a band and selling other people's music and it was a whole thing. for those two reasons combined i don't really count it.

i have 4 albums of music from sonic on my phone, with album art and everything, adding up to 265 tracks. they are all ripped from youtube.

i've been sent to grippy sock jail three times, but only made to stay once. during this time i read most of the ultimate hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.

when i was a kid i had a deviantart where i posted some of my earliest art. i had a riolu oc and constantly drew riolu and lucario. this is because i got riolu as my character in pokémon mystery dungeon 2.

i used to be known as "best sass cheld." now i am simply an uninteresting 19 y/o adult.

i own a demon horn headband

i used to use "rose" as a stand-in last name on the internet. i stopped using it as the name had too much baggage attached.

the great gatsby sucked. that's not really a fun fact but it's been a year or so and i'm still thinking about how terrible that book is.

when i was 14-ish i had a health teacher that blasted heavy metal music before class

i took a full year-long break from social media when i was 17 and a couple months into 18

i would list some stuff from deviantart but it's not really stuff i wanna share

i would also list stuff from twitter but i can't remember the vast majority of it.

i can't think of anything else but that's already a lot more than i thought i'd be able to remember

well i can think of some stuff but they're either personal or identifiable so that's that

#fire.txt

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tranquilspot · 10 months

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John: Examine GameBro Magazine.

CW: toxic masculinity, in-text misogyny, mention of someone getting hurt, stairs

Oh boy, the first long block of text I am mandatorily obliged to read for the sake of this reread.

I know that it's a parody, a joke both for the magazine writers and the author themselves, but this dude should be fired. You know, a GOOD reviewer would try to leave their confort zone and be curious of any kind a video genre. I like simulation, point n click adventures, puzzles, and action adventure games. Indies are the best! But you know what? I get interested by horror, rogue-like, turn-based strategy, first person shooters, heck I even played GTA and watched a bit of Yakuza. But that's not my favourite thing. And despite it all, I learned to be at least a minimum intrigued by other genre. So while it's fiction, it's shameful and disappointing that this dude played like, 5-10 minutes at the very most of Sburb and decided that it was lame and not worth his time.

His reason?

Because he didn't get to destroy stuff. Not only it's dumb and unrealistic to expect every single game to have destruction as part of the gameplay, if not the main gimmick if his attitude is to be trusted, but his impatience turned on him. Because you get to destroy things. TT did it (on purpose), GG did it (by accident). And he could get what he wanted if he didn't judge the book, rather the game here, by its cover and continued to play with his friend at Sburb.

It reminds me of a good article about masculinity in video games and its community. Go give it a shot if you're interested, it's in french but you can put the article in a translator. 'Video games have been parasitized by masculinist imaginary' End of the aside, let's dig into the article properly.

John: Read article.

Non native english speakers when they want to make transitions x)

"cats"? That's a lame way to designate people.*quick research* Hmm I was convinced he was specifically narrowing it to women players, cause I would have translating it to 'minettes' in french. But 'cats' in this context is 'guy'. But as in 'men' or 'people' in general? It's 2009, and the golden age of let's play is 2012, so it's tricky to pin out exactly if it's still a stereotyped period or if the game industry is more open to other genders (read as: cisgender girls, not a lot of neutrality or lgbt+ content during that time). What was I playing, raised as a cis girl in 2009? I checked and the Sims 3 was released that year but I barely discovered the series so I was playing the Sims 2. I mean, nobody forcing you to write anyway, dude.

I hate that he's fakely open-minded. "Like yeah to each their own, but breaking stuff is actually the real shit ". It irks me.

I'm glad he would be booed nowadays. You can't unironically write stuff like that and not expecting some backlash. He probably doesn't care, he won't suffer any consequences.

When in doubt, my buddy Urban dictionary is here to the rescue! Ok so 'wicked up' is being wasted, but how does 'ins' come into it?

*more research* Hmmm o.kay. Man bro slang can be difficult to decipher. Don't get my started with "the hook" and "pirouette off the handle" and all that. With the whole Strider lingo, there's still trouble to come..

What? What about my mom? She could murder you with words, you know. She isn't one to be stepped on and I'm proud of her <3 You gave 1.5 hats because I'm pretty sure you have to give a mandatory minimum note to a game. I mean, I don't really care. You'll be dead with the rest of humanity in a few hours. Really played yourself here.

I'll allow it, this article is terrible and going nowhere so at this point, who cares?

Oh fuck yeah! I saw it in theaters when it came out. I don't remember much of it cause it was more than 10 years ago, but I remember liking it. I saw it with my brother, and maybe my mom. Idk too far to recall.

oh nooo!

May Dennis have a prompt and good recovery.

Also, 'huge useless tool against wet grass' would be so confusing for someone who doesn't quite master the english language. If we took it at face value, it's like rubber screwdriver dripping in morning dew. That's.. quite cute and poetic actually. A forgotten toy caressed by the grass and water.

What a shame indeed. *quick translation* Wow what an advanced word to use all of the sudden. 'girth' ooh boy I'm so glad to learn so many new words, and I will totally not forget them the next morning /sarcasm /half-joke

At least he's nice enough to wait and try again to watch it. Wait, is 'Brotel Rwanda' his name? Or at the very least his pen name. Rwanda is a country in Africa, and the first name got 'bro' in it. It sounds fake, gonna be the latter.

This article too, was perfectly wasted. That was boring yet I manage to deliver a whole-ass post.

Alright, let's go back to John's shenanigans, shall we? —>

#homestuck #act 1 #homestuck reread #reread blog #gamebro #bro slang #new lingo #the english language sure is complicated #rant #venting

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Since I'm on a fangan kick at the moment: here's a Mastermind reveal! Who the protag is is left vague because,,, well. It's only one of them and it isn't my choice who. Oh also! It has a name now. So I proudly present the Mastermind reveal of:

Danganronpa: Altered Aspects

"It's… you. Alpana Yasuda, the Ultimate Graphic Designer. You're the mastermind."

She smiled weakly, bowing her head. There was no villainous laugh, no sudden break of character. It looked like she was being weighed down, hands gripping her podium so tight her knuckles went pale. She seemed… tired. It didn't feel like she thought she was victorious.

"… You caught me." She said, her voice wobbling uncharacteristically.

Destry glared at her, eyebrows knotting in anger," What the hell do you mean, Yasuda? What was all of this, then? A mockery? Helping to solve the murders you planned?"

She sank a little lower, not daring to look up," I didn't… they didn't… tell me. I didn't know."

"What?"

"I- I thought I was helping! This wasn't- I wasn't promised this. I thought- I thought. If I helped gather the best and brightest, the "shining stars", and kept them here, it would… keep them safe. They told me it was to keep people safe!" Her voice broke, shattering into a sob," I didn't know what this was. How could I have? They told me it was for the good of the Outside World."

"And you didn't think to say something when you realized?" Destry snapped.

"The news of the Killing Game was as much a surprise to you as it was to me! By the time I realized it was serious, Skłodowska was already dead! What then, huh? I tell everyone the truth and get everyone killed?! That's- that's what would have happened, you know!" She shook her head," Why do you think Kikuchi killed Fukumoto? They loved each other. She told her. And… and there are rules. No one was supposed to know. And Hanahime knew death like a friend. So… so she begged Kikuchi to kill her. Because even if she was a part of the people who trapped you, she wanted to give her a chance. I would have doomed everyone if I told."

Destry practically snarled in her face," Now look at you. You have doomed everyone, Yasuda."

"… Not everyone," She said finally, looking between the two of you," Not everyone. But. That doesn't make it okay! I know what I did! I know what I've done! Blood is on my hands! You think I don't know that? I don't need your pity, I'm not begging for forgiveness! I'd never forgive you if you gave me that!"

"There's one thing I don't understand." You say slowly," What about Meneki-Neko?"

"… I didn't design her like that." She mumbled," She was just a normal lucky cat! They- they mangled her design! And gave her a voice that mangled mine, with a terrible accent and cat puns! I'm sure they think they're very funny."

"Who is this they you keep mentioning?!" Destry huffed," We've all the time in the world for answers, now, Yasuda. Don't hold out on us."

"You didn't put that together yourself? Normally you'd be lording these kinds of puzzles over us, Roswell," for a moment, she almost looked like her normal self. But… was any of that really real?

Right. The they she keeps mentioning. That can only be…

"The Kamukura Institute?"

"That's right. Its Talent Protection Initiative was put in place to keep an eye on soon-graduating highschoolers with extraordinary talent. Kikuchi and I were both scouted early, to help "protect the future of talent"… I didn't understand what that meant until it was too late." She looked away," They never wanted to protect us. They wanted to protect everyone else. When you see someone who's supposedly the "best in the world" at something… you tend to feel threatened if you also do that thing. Especially if they're younger than you. And- and that's bad for industry, y'know? A lot of people in the art community make jokes about it, actually. Like… "honestly I should just throw my degree out when there's preteens doing better work than I ever could." It's all in good fun until it… isn't."

"And we're just supposed to take you at your word on this?" He scoffed.

"No… I understand why you wouldn't. Especially you, a lot of riders retire young, don't they? Age is probably less threatening for them." She shrugged stiffly," But like- Mr. Imai. Imagine you're a 60 year old Ambassador for a nation, waiting for a meeting with someone representing another. And an 18 year old, fresh out of high school, walks in. And he's beyond your level. Wouldn't you feel threatened?"

"Or- or you're a big name Hollywood director, you've worked in your industry for years and you want to sign onto a project that's sure to be revolutionary. But you're beaten out by Fuyuse Akio. You've never heard that name, but when you research it: she's a child. And the movie comes out and it's incredible. It has better direction than you could have ever come up with! Wouldn't you be frustrated?"

"Oh…" you say, finally," So… the "Protection" the Institute was offering was… job security, almost? Getting rid of the young and talented to ensure that the order wouldn't be interrupted."

"That about sums it up, yeah. There were books in the library about it. I tore the pages. I- didn't want anyone to have to go through that realization. To feel mocked by reality, that the people in power are… generally pretty resistant to change."

"So what now?" Destry growled," Why are you dumping all of this on us now? To taunt us before you kill us? To mock the "hope" you inspired within us?"

"…No, that's wrong." You say, the image suddenly clicking into place," It's not… mockery. We won't die."

"And how the hell can you say that?!"

Yasuda laughed weakly," No no, that's right. I revealed myself to you. I am the Mastermind behind this Killing Game. That's… against the rules, remember?"

Her voice shook," The game ends when only two players remain and I broke a rule. Rule-breakers must be punished and win-conditions must be met."

A look crossed his face, something finally breaking through the anger he'd been burning through. Disbelief, maybe? Horror? Despair? Despite everything, he still really cared about Alpana, huh? "What?"

She stepped back from her podium, until she reached the base of the stairs to the thrown," After this you've gotta keep living, okay? Both of you. For everyone I took that chance from with my selfish hope."

"This is not victory. This is a win by default." Destry argued, gaze fixed on her," If you helped plan this stupid game, surely you can twist the rules!"

You approach him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder and shaking your head,"… Can't we at least do that? Live for everyone. Not for her, but for them?"

His shoulders slumped. It seemed like he'd used all his energy on giving up one last fight before he died. But… if he wasn't going to, then there was no use for that. It just burned him out. He needed something to rage against to keep him going.

"You can't do this." He said stiffly.

Yasuda sat down, scooping the animatronic cat up in her arms. Its tail curled around her affectionately, a robotic purr filling the air. She smiled. Even after everything, it was still warm. Full of care and affection, even as tears spilled from her eyes and her hand hovered inches above the signal of her death.

"Please. Vote for me. You… don't have to watch, okay?"

What else can you do, really? You return to your podium and very silently turn in your vote. You hadn't even noticed that she'd already done so. There was no doubt in your mind that she'd voted for herself. Across from you, Destry looks away as he does the same. All the votes were in. And you'd guessed…

Correct. The Mastermind was Alpana Yasuda, the Ultimate Graphic Designer.

"Thank you." She said weakly, her smile crinkling her eyelids.

"Now… Hah. This is so stupid." She swallowed thickly, looking into the sky," I bid mew furwell! It… It's pawnishment time!"

Yasuda slammed her fist down onto the button, laughing softly even as she was dragged away in chains. You reached after her. This wasn't fair! None of this was but you- you truly believed her when she said she didn't want for this to happen.

Alpana has been found guilty. Time fur the pawnishment!

Alpana Yasuda: The Loneliest Girl In The World

#fangan oc #danganronpa #danganronpa fangan #danganronpa oc #fanganronpa #fanganronpa characters #fanganronpa story #danganronpa fanfic

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doccywhomst · 3 years

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Hey Miss Doccy! Speaking of autism monopoly- which monopoly pieces would the Doctors pick??

as someone on the autism spectrum who's extremely passionate about my chosen monopoly piece (if you guess it, you win an arbitrary doccywhomst point), I AM QUALIFIED TO ANSWER THIS!

HERE WE GO!!!

one: cowboy on horse, hands down. he'd be like "hee hee hoo hoo" and make it gallop across the board, and he'd refer to all of his houses and hotels as "stables" and "saloons"

two: he strikes me as a scottie dog fellow?? i feel like he'd be absolutely terrible at monopoly but a joy to play with. he'd lose and hold the little dog and mope around until jamie inevitably gave him a bail-out loan

three: you already know. this bitch is so obsessed with the car that he carries it around in a special little pocket, perpetually ready for someone to challenge him at monopoly. he's quite good at strategy games, but he keeps redistributing his funds to other players and "donating" enormous sums of money to the free parking pile, so he loses

four: this hoe is the boot. look at him.

that's the most raggedy-ass leather boot man ive ever seen in my life (affectionate)

five: he'd think for a really, really long time, trying to decide between the thimble, the iron, and the cannon, and i think he'd eventually go with the cannon, probably saying something like "the best defense is an excellent offense, turlough!" before immediately and decisively losing

six: special edition cat.

i rest my case.

seven: for some reason, i think he'd choose the iron. i'm probably getting a bit psychoanalytical, but he'd pick it because it seems like a fairly innocuous and innocent piece - it's traditionally domestic, feminine, and unassuming. but irons are so fucking dangerous that it's kind of insane, which fits his personality *nervous sweating*

eight: he's a thimble. not to say that he's symbolically harmless, because he's easily one of The Scariest and most eldritch doctors ever, but he'd pick the thimble every time and spend most of the game talking in circles about the history of thimbles, who made the first thimble, why thimbles have dimples, what thimblettes are, and he'd tell sixteen different terrible jokes about thimbles. what a specimen. best character

shalka: he's so wild, i feel like he'd casually whip out a monopoly piece from the future, or like, an alien monopoly piece with tentacles n shit, and alison would just be like

war: contrary to popular belief, he'd be the wheelbarrow, or the dog. trust me on this. he radiates extreme wheelbarrow vibes and i'm not sure why, but i feel strongly about it

nine: he doesn't play monopoly. it's a game about capitalism and market manipulation, and by proxy, worker exploitation. he'd rather play with all the pieces and make a story, which is so valid-

ten: he'd be the top hat because he likes holding it on the tip of his finger like it's a little dapper gentleman. donna does the same thing with the thimble. they talk back and forth in dapper gentleman voices and wiggle their fingers until they're in hysterics

eleven: he'd have a slap fight with One over the cowboy piece until amy puts them in their get along shirt. they come to a compromise by duplicating the piece, so now there are two little cowboy horse guys galloping across the board, and they keep pretending to shoot each other. "this game ain't big enough for the two of us!" amy quits.

twelve: he joins forces with nine and refuses to play monopoly, preferring to design an increasingly complicated fantasy world for the pieces to live in, complete with maps and diagrams and magic systems and physics, and nine just sort of nods while making the plane and the cannon kiss

thirteen: she's absolutely the battleship. she slays so fucking hard at monopoly, she takes no prisoners. a menace to civilized society. you've never seen this level of chilling, merciless dedication in someone's eyes. she's dead serious about it, a total fanatic, and then she wins and it's like

end note: i want to hear how your favorite piece chalks up to this, as well as what your headcanons are! but also im right, sorry, lol

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You know that thing when a cat sleeps on you so you can't move without waking it up so you just sit there and wait? I prompt this with Zemo sleeping on either Sam or Bucky, one of them is sadly unable to get up help the other because that would wake Zemo up (and they're also enjoying the warmth and a handful of that baronial ass). Maybe set in the best Verse known to man aka the Tropical Fluff Verse?

(This is set very early in the Tropical Fluff Verse, when they're all still kind of a little tired and traumatized, and still getting used to the whole relationship thing.)

When Bucky walked into the living room of Zemo's tropical safehouse—or *a* living room; the place was huge—he was stopped by the sight of Sam on the couch, with Zemo sleeping on top of him.

He could have just walked away, but Sam had clearly already seen him, and didn't look happy about it, so Bucky decided it was worth sticking around for mocking purposes if nothing else. Zemo was sacked out on Sam's chest with one arm and one leg dangling over Sam's side, head turned to the side and cheek smushed against Sam's chest.

Bucky grinned and sauntered over. "Well, isn't that just about the cutest thing I've ever seen," he said, but he said it quietly, because Zemo really looked out. Dead to the world. There was a fading bruise above his eye that Bucky hadn't noticed before; it probably had been hidden by his hair before, and now was turning browns and yellows.

"I'm being suffocated here," Sam muttered. Zemo stirred a little, and Sam stopped moving until Zemo settled back down into even deeper sleep. Then Sam said under his breath, "Hand me that glass of sweet tea, would you? I can't reach it."

"I dunno, I like seeing you flail for it like you have tiny little T-rex arms."

If looks could kill, Sam would have just committed a murder—but he still hadn't moved enough to wake up Zemo. Bucky took pity on him and gave him the glass. Sam raised a hand to take it while moving no other part of his body. His other hand, Bucky noticed, was resting lightly on Zemo's T-shirt-clad back, sometimes running a thumb slowly back and forth.

"You want to escape, I could probably carry him somewhere," Bucky said softly.

He still couldn't quite get over the sight of the world's formerly most wanted terrorist stretched out on Sam's chest, sleeping so deeply that he was drooling a little.

Honestly, he hadn't even known Zemo could sleep like that. With the background all three of them had, between the military and everything else, they were all a bunch of twitchy sleepers, but Bucky wasn't sure if he'd ever seen Zemo sink into a really deep sleep that he wouldn't come out of at the slightest sound from the room. And now he was sacked out like a sleeping puppy on Sam's chest.

Bucky was honestly a little jealous, and irritated about it.

"Nah," Sam whispered. He turned his head to the side to sip a little from the glass, tried to put it back on the coffee table, and nearly missed. Bucky sighed and pushed the coffee table a little closer.

"You're just gonna stay like that, then, huh?"

"It's comfy," Sam murmured. "Pull up a couch and a Zemo."

"You've got the only Zemo. Planning to share?"

Zemo stirred a little, and mumbled, "Please be quiet. People are sleeping here."

"Oh, shut it," Sam said. "I'm not your designated pillow." But he ran his hand through Zemo's hair, from the nape of his neck up to the hairline, and Zemo relaxed again, going even more boneless if that was possible.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #wingterbaron #sam wilson #helmut zemo #bucky barnes #tropical fluff verse

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frenchbreads-writing · 3 years

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Headcannons of enji w a male reader who used to be in the mafia.

My brain is fried but I tried my best

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Todoroki Enji x Male Reader

Words: 468

Warning(s): Missing finger

Requests: Closed

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You had a reputation in the Yakuza world

You were a high ranking leader who stepped down and out of the yakuza group

No one knows why

After leaving organized crime it was difficult for you to get a job

Your tattoos and severed pinky were dead giveaways of your previous occupation

Enji was skeptical when getting into a relationship at first

But he had grown to overlook your past just as you had done with his

He defends you when other heroes try to talk bad about you

He also tried to offer you a job at his agency but you didn’t want to ruin his image or cause a ruckus besides you enjoyed the simple life of working at a cafe

Enji still spoils you even though he knows you have enough money to spoil yourself

Finds it hot how you can take down 5 villains alone while pouring latte art

He likes to trace over the intricate design of your tattoos with his fingers

He also loves to press kisses to the stump of your missing pinky

Even though he prefers tea he loves how you make coffee, stopping by the cafe to get a latte once in a while (because he an old man who has no idea what the other stuff on the menu is, what in the world is an americano)

He tries his best to be as tech-savvy as you so he can stay in touch

But we all know this man can barely send a text

And while doesn’t like to he sometimes uses you as an informant on different underground groups and organizations

When he introduced you to his family they automatically saw your tattoos since you never bothered to hide them

They were on edge until you began gushing about how you heard so much about them and even pinched Shouto’s cheek

Fuyumi warmed up to you the fastest, the two of you chatted and had tea together on the weekends

Shouto was second, you sent him ugly pictures of his dad and pictures of cats you saw on the way to work and he sent you awkwardly angled and blurry photos of him and his friends

Natsuo predictably was last, he didn’t trust you because you were so close with his father and because of your background, he chose to be acquaintances and nothing more and you respected his decision

Sometimes, Shouto visited you at work with his friends and you gave them their orders highly discounted or for free

You got along with everyone Enji wanted to impress and that made his heart nearly explode

He really admired that no matter how much you went through and endured

You treated everyone respectfully he looked up to you for that (not that he would let you know)

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levi-my-beloved · 3 years

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter 2

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, descriptions of sexual acts

Word count: 5.9K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: big ol’ oof i’m back again with more BoaF shenanigans. i’m having way too much fun with this, and i know i said chapters would be released every two weeks but i actually got way too excited not to post these sooner. haven’t had any issues with accidentally deleting this post yet, but i wouldn’t put it above myself. anyway, here’s chapter two of “Birds of a Feather”

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

You hated surprises. In all shapes and forms. You liked to be in control of the situation, able to predict every move your victims would make. The job was going smoothly, all the steps falling into place. Infiltrating the nearest MP warehouse was easy enough. Stealing medicine, ointments and food was child’s play. You wondered how any of them became members of the MP in the first place, considering how incompetent they were. Only a few throats had to be slit on the way, one of your knives now dripping in their blood. Running it through the crease of your elbow, the crimson came off on your leather suit. Various straps and holsters held knives and blades of all sorts, some were more intricately designed than others.

Crouched low behind a large, wooden crate, you remove one of the smaller daggers from your boot, now clutching it in your left hand. They seemed to have upped their security, judging by the increase of soldiers walking around the place, each with their own rifle on their backs. Shit, they were really getting fed up with you. A small, satisfied smirk sliced across your shrouded face. Even with upped security, this was easy as piss.

That was until a commotion above you had you stopping in your tracks. A strange zipping sound followed by what you could only assume was the releasing of gas filled the air, followed by shouts, some familiar, most unfamiliar. Shit, how the fuck did they know you were here?

It wasn’t long before you were scampering onto crates of weaponry, back up to the broken window in which you’d entered. Swinging up from a beam, you landed deftly on the windowsill, peering out. Dread pooled in your gut at the scene.

These soldiers had skills you’d never seen. Swooping and swivelling with expert precision, it would have been mesmerising if not for the fact that they were chasing your Shadows. Your family.

“Shit… PHANTOM AND RENDEZVOUS,” you shouted, your voice carrying across the rooftops. It was a simple command. Disappear and meet up back at the hideout. But, in doing so, you’d given away your position, and it wasn’t long before you too were racing across the rooftops.

Taking out a set of throwing knives from your waist, you leapt from the tiles onto a balcony, spinning behind you and throwing two of the steel blades at those who were in your pursuit. Both knives hit home, sending two of the three soldiers spiralling into the streets below. Dead.

But one was still on your tail, dodging the two falling bodies effortlessly. Using your momentum, you crashed through the wooden window, rolling as you landed before continuing to flee.

Shit, this really wasn’t good. But one question still circled your mind. How the fuck did they know you were there? How could you possibly have been compromised? The job was airtight. Nobody outside your trusted group knew the positions you would be in and when.

The thought had thrown off your rhythm. Not concentrating on where your feet were falling, you’d missed the staircase right in front of you, only noticing when your foot met air instead of solid ground. Throwing your hands up to somewhat protect you, you were thankful for the corner as you slammed into the wall, your front jolting in protest. Shaking your head in an attempt to free yourself from the disorientation, you swiftly stood and wasted no time skipping the rest of the stairs, shouting a quick “Sorry!” to the couple who yelped in surprise as you vaulted over their kitchen table and burst through their door, back out into the streets. You had a few seconds reprieve before the hissing of gas met your ears, and once again took off running.

The street was irritatingly busy, you having to pick your way through the crowds whilst the zipping and hissing of ODM gear threatened to swoop down from above.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered, now shoving people aside. This was not ideal. Though the crowded street gave you some cover, it had slowed your momentum significantly.

Scanning around as you sprinted, you saw the perfect opportunity to broaden the gap between you and your pursuer. It was risky as shit, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

With a burst of speed fuelled purely by adrenaline, you raced towards the broken wagon. It acted almost as a ramp up to a swinging tavern sign. ‘The Broken Casket’. You’d never been and honestly had no interest in going, but you silently thanked whoever decided to place the sign at the perfect angle for you to use as a stepping stone. The wagon creaked as you sped up the planks of wood with cat-like agility. Using your arms for momentum, your foot connected with the swinging sign as you leapt across the street. However, in your planning, you’d failed to notice the sound of ODM gear had ceased behind you. It only occurred to you after another body slammed into yours mid jump, a low grunt interrupting your thought process as the two of you crashed into the dirt.

Surprised shouts and exclamations of the crowd brought you back to your senses as you expertly kicked the soldier from your body, rolling to avoid any sort of attack coming your way. This was bad. This was really bad. Drawing two more blades from your leather suit, you flipped them in your hands, ready to face off against your attacker, who had already begun his onslaught with his own steel.

The singing of metal rang in your ears, sparks flying with every collision.

Raising your arm beside your head, you blocked a heavy kick to your face, hissing ever so slightly at the contact. Shit, this guy was good. Ducking beneath a swipe, you took advantage of the fact you were wearing a masked helmet, bringing your head up viciously. You watched as he dodged backwards, his footwork borderline perfect before sweeping for your leg. Barely having enough time to register the attack, you leapt and twisted, bringing your own leg against the side of his head. He mimicked your block, your foot connecting with his forearm instead of his skull. You’d traded blows with hundreds of people before, each fight ending in just a few seconds. You knew you were good. Really good, in fact. But the man currently shrouded by a green cape was just as good. Dare you admit, maybe better than you.

No, you wouldn’t admit that, not when you had just landed a solid hit to his stomach with the hilt of your knife, not the end you’d wanted to land but at this point you were thankful for any successful blows. Rolling deftly to the right, you lunged once again whilst you thought he was still reeling from the impact.

He wasn’t.

He had lulled you into a false sense of security and let you believe the blow had impacted him more than it actually had. A knee cracked against your jaw, throwing you to the side. Sliding against the ground, you slammed into a wall, slumping as you recovered. Your hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wincing as you gently took hold of your chin, before jerking your jaw back into place. You couldn’t deny it. That hurt. A lot.

“You done?” raising your head from the dirt, you glare into the void beneath the hood, a voice you’d sworn you’d heard before, but you pushed down the confusion of familiarity. Slowly placing your blades back into their scabbards, you raised your hands as you stood, taking a step forward away from the wall behind you.

“Shit… Yeah. I’m done.” You admitted lowly, now standing before him, arms still raised in submission. That was until he came closer. You tried not to give away your plan as he cautiously walked towards you, keeping your eyes trained on the ground until you could see the tips of his boots in your vision. You couldn’t help the feral grin that sliced across your face.

Before he had time to question it, your foot connected with the underside of his chin.

It was a move Prongs had taught you a very long time ago. If ever you were in trouble, this was your best bet of escape.

The world turned upside down as you flipped backwards, watching in satisfaction as the man staggered backward. Now it was his turn to cradle his jaw.

“Never let your guard down, Scout.” You spat, before bolting away. That was close. Too close. You just hoped the rest of your Shadows had made it back.

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What. The FUCK. Just happened? He had never seen someone with those kinds of skills before. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t a life or death situation. Levi stood there in the middle of the street, slouched ever so slightly, eyes wide with shock.

What the fuck just happened?

His hand still cradled his chin painfully. How the fuck was he just bested? He wasn’t even thinking clearly throughout that entire chase. All that was running through his head was how the fuck this guy was able to pull of moves like that. He’d seen some daring examples of parkour in his time but leaping over an entire street? Swinging from overhead bridges? The leader of The Nest was on a whole other level. He thought back to their entire ordeal. He must have been taught by someone. There was no way he couldn’t have been.

For some reason, that voice played in his head on repeat. A teasing carousel. He wouldn’t dare assume, but it sparked something in his mind. Something he wouldn’t dwell on now, but if they managed to catch this Raven, then maybe he could figure out just where the hell he’d heard that voice. Sure it was a little muffled and distorted by the mask, but it still bothered him.

Straightening himself, he pulled the hood of his cloak lower against his face. He told Erwin this was ridiculous. He told him this was a fruitless expedition. He was getting a little sick of people not listening to him for various reasons. He suspected it was because of his background.

Levi had done half of the job he was tasked with. Keeping the leader away from the rest of the group for as long as he could. Whilst he wasn’t able to detain him, this should be enough to please the Commander. As if remembering where he was, his skin began to crawl. The filth all around him almost felt suffocating.

“Shit…” he muttered, running his hand through his dark locks, sweat making them stick to his forehead. Looking back to where he’d watched the criminal race away, he pulled the triggers on his ODM gear, the gears shooting into the brick and wood of the upper streets before engaging his gas to meet up with Erwin and Hange. If everything went to plan, they would have the leader of The Nest already detained by the time he got there.

Levi couldn’t deny this operation had been a shitshow. They had severely underestimated the skill of these Shadows. Comrades falling left and right in their pursuit.

It was strange, being back. Dragging up memories he’d tried so hard to bury. His past suddenly creeping back up behind him. Gritting his teeth, he decided to concentrate on where he was going rather on the tendrils of discomfort seeping into his mind. He would face those demons later, when he wasn’t surrounded by death and filth.

Now he thought about it, facing the underground city and facing titans were similar in many ways. Both were terrifying thoughts to most. Both seemed to be caked in dirt and grime. And both seemed to result in the inevitable high death toll. It was frustrating to no end, but it wasn’t a surprise. Everything seemed to result in death. The only constant in this cruel world. It followed him like a curse.

His thoughts twisted back to you. Wondering if you were down here, somewhere. You were always so mysterious. Even when the two of you were together you’d disappear for days on end, only leaving a cryptic message behind. You’d never told him where you went, and he’d never pried. The wind in his ears took the form of your bubbling laughter, images of you clutching your abdomen after he’d told some sorry excuse of a joke.

Shit, he needed to get out of here. The longer he stayed, the further his thoughts strayed back to you.

꧁⎈꧂

You had never run so fast in your life. Wanting to meet up with your Shadows as soon as possible, hoping they would all be there safe. It was a fool’s hope, you knew that, but it was the only hope you had left, unable to shake the unease. Had you all been compromised, or just you and your Shadows? Was the location of The Nest safe? Was Scarlett safe?

You had come to the conclusion you must have been betrayed. There was no other explanation. It seemed impossible, one of your trusted betraying you all to the MPs, but how else would they have known you would have been at the warehouse? How else would they have known to call in the Scouts? They knew MPs alone couldn’t take on you and your Shadows, so they asked for help from a more skilled regiment. That was the only conclusion you could come to as you arrived at the rendezvous point.

Only to be greeted by an eerie silence. Not a soul to be seen.

This was wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. They should be here by now. Unless…

Unless they were at the backup site...

“NOW!”

A woman’s voice had your head jerking up to see you were surrounded. You watched the Scout pull some sort of trigger and as you did, time itself seemed to slow down. A faint click to your left alerted you to whatever trap they may have set. Leaping into a forward roll, you felt a rush of air behind your head as you dodged. Your heart pumping faster than ever as you look behind you, seeing the weighted net that had missed you by less than an inch.

Returning your gaze to the rooftops, you watched as several soldiers zipped onto the ground around you. The hidden square you’d chosen as your first meetup point now riddled with green capes, rifles and blades pointed in your direction.

You were trapped.

“What the fuck do you want?” your voice sounded a lot more confident than you felt. Coming out as a threatening demand rather than a timid question. (E/C) eyes widened behind your mask as a tall, blonde haired man pulled down the hood of his dark green cape. You knew that face, you’d seen it in the papers. The Commander of the Scouts had come to pay you a visit.

How thoughtful.

“The question still stands, Erwin Smith. What the fuck do you want?” you stood a little taller, though he still towered over you. Subtly, your hand went to one of your blades on your belt. If he got close enough, you could sink it into his throat. Throwing the Scouts around you into disarray was probably the only way to escape this, though those chances seemed incredibly slim.

Erwin raised a thick eyebrow to you.

“I’m surprised you’re familiar with my name, considering your… living conditions,” though he seemed to choose his words carefully, they still fanned the flames of hatred in your gut. His perceptive eyes glanced towards your hand nearing a wicked dagger on your belt. “I’d strongly advise you against that,” he warned, his voice low as he nodded his head to something behind you. Swiftly, you turned, and immediately regretted everything. Horror and guilt pierced your heart as you beheld Una as she was dragged forwards, a blade positioned near her throat. “Her life is in your hands, Raven. Co-operate, and we’ll let her go. Fail to do so…” the blade pressed into her throat a little, a small trickle of crimson staining the pale flesh of her neck.

“R-Raven, I'm so sorry,” she rasped, finding difficulty in speaking with the steel against her jugular.

“Shh, shh Una, don’t speak. You’re okay, yeah? You’re fine, you’re going to get out of this, okay? You’ll be alright,” you tried to reassure her as much as you could, but you knew she was scared. You could tell by the way her hands shook by her sides, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, this had not gone to plan.

Turning back to Erwin, your voice lowered to a snarl.

“Alright. What do you want? I won’t ask again,” the arrival of another soldier briefly held your attention, faintly acknowledging him as the one you fought earlier. Your jaw tensed as he landed next to the Commander, his face still shrouded in shadow by his hood. You felt a sick satisfaction in knowing that the inevitable bruise blossoming under his chin was from your fight earlier. But he didn’t seem bothered by it.

Annoyingly.

“I’m sure you’ve guessed what we want by now, but I’ll tell you anyway. We want to take you with us, back to the surface, where you will atone for your crimes. In return, we will release this girl and allow the rest of your gang to go free,” it was an incredibly good deal for you, the only issue being…

You die.

The image of your wife danced behind your eyes as you closed them. She was right. You’d been captured.

But a strange calm settled over you. Maybe you could see him again. You’d finally be reunited and free of this world’s filth.

“Alright,” there was almost no hesitation to your answer. Something that caused Una to cry out.

“NO! Raven you can’t! They’ll kill you! Get the hell out of here, I'm not this important!” she attempted to bargain with you, only resulting in that blade pressed closer to her throat.

“DON’T!” you shouted, your voice now breaking ever so slightly. “Please… let her go.” slowly, your hands came up to your masked helmet. Removing it, you allowed the reveal to settle over the soldiers around you.

The leader of The Nest was a woman.

The shock was always something you revelled in. Of course, under normal circumstances, a venomous smile would crawl across your face.

But not this time.

Levi had completely frozen. Eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. His heart was a sick amalgamation of sheer joy and utter terror. Though your face had changed slightly with age, he’d recognise those eyes anywhere. They were harsher than before. Colder. No longer the eyes of a softer, young girl, but those of a savage, hardened killer. But it was you. You were here, in front of him. You were alive.

And he’d knee'd you in the face.

“RAVEN DON’T.” Una knew it was already too late. Your face had been revealed. There was no turning back now. Tossing your helmet to the side, you turned back to face the trio now in front of you. The woman who had pulled the trigger on whatever trap they’d set was now staring at you almost in awe. Erwin’s expression too seemed surprised, but it was the expression of the shorter man next to him that caught your attention. He seemed frozen solid, unmoving. You tried to catch a glimpse of his face beneath his hood, but that only provoked him to shadow it further.

“Let her go. Let them all go,” your voice had dropped significantly, though your eyes still held that steely determination. Staring up at Erwin, you watched as he nodded his head for Una to be released. Raising your hands to show you had nothing up your sleeves, you slowly walked over to her form sprawled out on the floor, head refusing to rise and look at you.

“Raven… I—“

“It’s alright, Una. It’s alright,” you cooed, gently lifting her chin to look at you, her hood still hanging low across her face, her features stayed hidden throughout everything. “This wasn’t your fault. None of this, was your fault, okay? We were betrayed, and I'm pretty sure that wasn’t you,” you chuckled gently, trying to lessen the tension.

Still, you could see the slivers of silver lining her eyes in the low light, tears of guilt welling up. “Hey, listen to me. You’re going to be okay. You’re all going to be okay. We prepared for this, didn’t we? We knew this might happen someday,” your voice was soft as you spoke to her, as if you were simply trying to comfort a child after a nightmare.

Helping her to her feet, you reached for your mask, lifting it from the floor and placing it in her hands. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened.

Una knew the significance of this.

“Give it to Prongs. Tell him I’m sorry it wasn’t quite the ceremony we would have wanted. Tell him to look after them for me. Look after her, for me,” taking a step back, you fisted your hands to stop yourself from tearing up, eyes trained on the ground. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, before raising your head. “Now go. Get the fuck out of here.” your commanding tone returned, giving your last order as the leader of The Nest.

Levi’s heart clenched at the exchange unfolding before him. Though your appearance may have changed, you were still as soft as ever. He’d tilted his head down at your gaze, fearful of your reaction when you’d figure out who he was. How this would look. Him, in all his ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ glory, and you, the Underground’s most dangerous criminal. He wouldn’t be able to stand the flash of betrayal he knew he’d see in those familiar eyes.

Unable to stop your heart shattering as Una turned and ran, you took a breath. Raising your hands once again, you allowed soldiers to pull each arm out by your side as they began searching your body for weapons. You always made a habit of bringing a ridiculous amount of knives and blades with you on every job. And this was no different.

“That was honourable of you, Raven,” Erwin was the first to speak, though the title now made you scoff. You wouldn’t tell them your name, not yet anyway.

One of the soldiers patting you down was forced to gesture to a friend, her own hands now full of your various weaponry. And that was only your belt. You flicked your eyes to the three in front of you. The woman looked like she was going to burst any second.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The way you dodged that trap was unlike anything I’ve ever seen! It was AMAZING! Who taught you to do that? The name’s Hange, by the way. Hange Zoë, science and titan enthusiast. I’d shake your hand but you seem to be a little tied up at the moment!”

The sudden explosion of excitement caught you off guard, your expression turning to one of sheer incredulous confusion, before realising you’d probably have to listen to her babbling throughout your entire journey back.

“I didn’t know you were going to torture me. Just kill me now,” you huffed sarcastically, expression darkening as soldiers roughly pulled your arms behind your back, clasping them in manacles after making sure all weapons were removed from your legs, your expression unchanging.

But that didn’t seem to deter the scientist. If anything, she found your attitude amusing.

“Wow! Levi, she’s just like you! Is everyone from the Underground so unapproachable?” she asked cheerily as the two soldiers holding your arms began to steer you away. But you refused to move. Levi too seemed stuck to the spot.

Everything went still, and it was as if nothing else existed but the two of you.

Ever so slowly, Levi pulled down his hood, revealing those dark bangs you remembered so clearly. Silvery blue eyes met (E/C) ones. It wasn’t quite the reunion either of you were expecting, but you were both here. Alive

“Levi…” you whispered after refinding your voice, torn between wanting to run to him and running away from him. Fear clung to your heart, knowing how much he would hate you for what you’d become.

Levi schooled his expression back to neutrality as Hange looked between the two of you.

“Do you two… know each other?!?!” Hange’s beam of excitement caused him to cringe internally. Looking you up and down, the raven haired man raised a thin eyebrow in what looked like disgust.

“Tch, no.”

Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You blinked in surprise, eyes narrowing to your previous lover, trying to mask your hurt. Maybe he didn’t remember you? But with the look of recognition in his stormy eyes, you swiftly ruled out that possibility. What you’d feared all these years had finally come to fruition. You’d found him again.

And he despised you.

Levi turned on his heel, stalking away from you as the two MPs tugged on your arm, finally prompting you to move. He didn’t think his heart could shatter much more. After losing his mother, his family, his home.

You.

He didn’t think he had the ability to break any further. But life clearly thrilled in proving him wrong.

꧁⎈꧂

The walk back to the surface was agonising. Both of you stealing glances at one another at every opportunity. His, masked with indifferent contempt, your’s overflowing with betrayal and rage.

How could he stand there and say the two of you didn’t know each other? As if you hadn’t been in a relationship for years. As if he didn’t know every little thing about you. As if you hadn’t shared his bed, moaning in ecstasy as he pried you thighs open, burying his tongue, his fingers or his length between your aching folds. As if you hadn’t heard every whimper and groan he could make, coercing them from his throat as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. As if you hadn’t been the one to finally hear those three words you never thought he could say. As if they weren’t directed at you.

Great, now you were angry and aroused.

Dragging your eyes away from him, you focussed on the long street ahead of you, now failing to notice the way his expression shifted slightly as he looked in your direction.

As you walked, more and more civilians stepped out of their homes to watch, many of them nodding their heads in respect, or removing their hats in mourning. You return their gestures, refusing to let your head bow as you dip your chin in recognition.

Levi could do nothing but observe the strange reactions from the swiftly gathering crowds. Some of them even shout to you.

“We owe you, Raven!”

“Give those fuckers hell!”

“Don’t let them take you lying down!”

You chuckled in response, both a sound and expression he’d missed so dearly. It made those long dead butterflies flutter once again in his stomach.

Even more so when a little kid approached you.

“Miss Raven… Why are there soldiers everywhere?”

Your eyes softened to the grubby little girl, crouching down where you stood, much to your escort’s dismay.

“They’re here to make sure little squirts like you listen to your mommy and daddy and go to bed on time,” the kid squealed in delight in your words. You lamented your hands not being free, the temptation to tickle the little tyke almost overwhelming, making your wrists squirm in their restraints.

“Hey, get the fuck out of here, stupid kid,” the soldier to your left delivered a harsh kick to the child’s side, sending her sprawling to the floor and out of your way. You don’t think anything could have brought you more rage. Not even your ex’s indifference to your existence.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” standing swiftly to your feet, you glowered dangerously into the MPs surprised eyes, now struggling in his grip as the kid started to cry. “She’s just a kid, you foul mouthed, pig eyed, vile piece of shit,” if it wasn’t for your circumstances and situation, Levi would have laughed at your insults. Clearly you’d broadened your vocabulary since the last time he’d seen you.

It was only when you’d managed to deliver a harsh, bone cracking kick to the soldier’s kneecap did Levi decide he should probably intervene, as much as he’d originally intended to stay away from you.

Something he subconsciously didn’t want to do.

“Oi, move along. I’ll deal with her, fucking degenerates,” his sharp voice cut through the commotion, causing the soldiers to stop in their tracks and whirl around.

“Captain Levi, sir! We were just—”

“I don’t care. Go.” he ordered. If they were Scouts, they wouldn’t have dared to hesitate, but since they weren’t a part of his regiment, it took them a moment for the order to register in their small minds, before they scurried away.

As soon as your arms were free of their grip, you immediately rushed to the little girl’s side, cooing gentle reassurance.

“Hey, come on now, you gotta be brave, yeah? You can’t cry every time a pig like that gets the better of you. Hell, then I’d never stop crying,” your little joke stopped the kid’s sobbing. Clearly your reputation extended even to the children of the Underground. “Where’re your parents, kid? Where’s your mom?” you asked, ignoring the obvious gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

The little girl sniffled, pointing back to the head of a worried looking young woman, searching frantically for her little girl. A soft smile graced your lips, before you gently gestured for the girl to run along back to her mother, that smile growing as you watched her scamper off and giggle slightly as she was reprimanded in a giant bear hug.

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Levi’s cold voice brought you back to reality, prompting you to rise back up to your feet.

“Thought you didn’t know me,” there was none of that friendly familiarity he’d seen in your eyes earlier. There was only cold, ruthless ice. He shivered despite himself.

Softening his own gaze as you turned your head to him, he could recognise that spark of hatred. He’d seen it so many times when you faced down some sort of oaf who’d decided you were easy pickings back when the two of you were teenagers. He suddenly felt a pang of pity for all those who had suffered under this glare.

It was indeed terrifying.

“(Y/N)—”

“Don’t fucking call me that. You don’t get to call me that,” you didn’t try to tame the loathing fury in your tone. You didn’t pretend you didn’t revel in that confused look in his eye. Good, let him be confused. Though you didn’t know why. He should know well enough why you were furious.

“Okay…” —Levi took a breath— “Okay. Raven, then. That’s your alias, isn’t it. Raven?” He didn’t know why he was asking you such an obvious question, but he couldn’t help it. He had a craving just to hear your voice. The same voice that had haunted him for years, the same voice that had awoken him from the few hours he would be able to sleep.

Still, where his tone had lowered, yours refused to. How dare he show up after all these years and then claim he didn’t even know you.

“Obviously,” you spat, pure venom lacing your tone.

“So this is where you went. This is what you did. You were a part of The Nest this entire time and you didn’t think to tell me?” it was his turn to spit, clearly whatever had caused his gaze to soften previously had been replaced by something you couldn’t quite place. You weren’t as good at reading him as you used to be. His face had changed with time, and he’d clearly learned to school his expression much better than he used to.

“So what if it was? You don’t know me, remember?” you couldn’t help but use his words against him, wanting to drive home how much it had fucking hurt. Your eyes flickered to the now blackened bruise on the underside of his stupidly chiseled jaw. Something ugly twisted in your gut, whether it was satisfaction or guilt, you couldn’t decipher.

As if in retaliation, his own eyes glanced at the almost matching mark on your chin, the same mixture of emotions flashing briefly in his eyes before he took hold of your arm. It wasn’t as rough as you would have expected, but if anything, that simply annoyed you more.

“Tch, just move already,” the two of you had started to draw more attention to your conversation than either of you would have liked. So reluctantly, you placed on foot in front of the other and started walking again, returning back to acknowledging and recognising the respect those gathered were giving you. You remembered everyone you’d helped. Bringing them food, water, medical supplies.

“RAVEN!!” A loud shout of your alias had your head whirling to the right, searching for the owner of the voice. “RAVEN?!?” a small, older woman pushed her way through the people, almost falling to your feet. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked up at you.

You recognised her as one of your regulars. Her son had fallen ill months ago, and needed a medicine the MPs refused to hand out if not for a hefty sum of money. You’d offered your services to her after seeing her begging in the street, the sight hauntingly familiar to you. “I… I wanted to thank you. For everything you’ve done for me. For my son. He— I fear he wouldn’t be alive today without your help,” the woman hiccuped through her gratitude, drying her eyes with a worn, stained handkerchief. Your expression shifted to one of gentle indifference. You wouldn’t make the same mistake of outwardly showing your caring side like you did with the little girl.

“Make sure he stays rested,” was all you said, before continuing on without the prompting of Levi behind you, who now stood still in mild shock. Watching as many placed a hand on your shoulder as you walked, your head still held high.

“I don’t know what you men plan on doing with her, but she’s only ever helped us. She’s a good person,” the older woman’s eyes only spoke the truth as she looked to Levi, who only glanced back at you in response, watching as you climbed the stairs.

“I know. She always was.”

You stopped and turned back before you left for good, eyes lingering down the crowded street, a thousand faces peering up at you. Hats in hands, hands folded over one another in mourning. You recognized that with your leaving, a lot of people will go hungry. Many will die of diseases or viruses without the medicine you could steal and distribute. You knew Prongs was good, but he didn’t quite command that same kind of respect you did.

With a final nod of your head towards the crowd’s respect, you turned and left the Underground, leaving your past along with it.

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